"I can create Charnel Gold, and soon I will be bereft of foes. But... I'll give you a bargain." He thinks. "I'll take credit. You've been down there a long time, after all, and you aren't getting any richer." He jams a climbing anchor into the Rottenmaw's edge and lets the rope slide down out of the bag and through said piton. "I'm lowering a rope. It will take a bit. Tell me about yourself."
"...About... myself?" It seems genuinely confused by the question, as though it had never thought of the answer itself. "...Let me think... I liked knitting? That's one thing I think I know. Though, there's not much silk down here to use, and the thread I make with the corpses is too sticky for knitting. I don't knit much anymore." It's pacing along the bottom of the pit as it thinks, before looking up again. "What about you?"
"I... don't have many hobbies. I enjoy collecting items. Some say hoarding, but I cull my vaults of less valuable items frequently." He pauses, thinking. "I'm very unlucky, so I always prepare. Death seems to follow me everywhere. My friends have to be sturdy. Strong. Like you." The rope catches, but he quickly fixes it. "I was born from the womb of the Sugarplum Queen. She is not my mother. She abandoned me here."
"I can create Charnel Gold, and soon I will be bereft of foes. But... I'll give you a bargain." He thinks. "I'll take credit. You've been down there a long time, after all, and you aren't getting any richer." He jams a climbing anchor into the Rottenmaw's edge and lets the rope slide down out of the bag and through said piton. "I'm lowering a rope. It will take a bit. Tell me about yourself."
"...About... myself?" It seems genuinely confused by the question, as though it had never thought of the answer itself. "...Let me think... I liked knitting? That's one thing I think I know. Though, there's not much silk down here to use, and the thread I make with the corpses is too sticky for knitting. I don't knit much anymore." It's pacing along the bottom of the pit as it thinks, before looking up again. "What about you?"
"I... don't have many hobbies. I enjoy collecting items. Some say hoarding, but I cull my vaults of less valuable items frequently." He pauses, thinking. "I'm very unlucky, so I always prepare. Death seems to follow me everywhere. My friends have to be sturdy. Strong. Like you." The rope catches, but he quickly fixes it. "I was born from the womb of the Sugarplum Queen. She is not my mother. She abandoned me here."
At the mention of the Queen, the pacing stops, the beast falling silent. "...That makes two of us, then. She... she made me from her blood and bone, or at least, that's what she said. I never considered her a mother- in her eyes, I was just a means to an end. Bait to skewer on a hook." There's clear disdain and grief in its voice as it recounts this. "That's... how I ended up down here. I stood up to her, but... it wasn't enough. She threw me down here when I was still but a nymph."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I... don't have many hobbies. I enjoy collecting items. Some say hoarding, but I cull my vaults of less valuable items frequently." He pauses, thinking. "I'm very unlucky, so I always prepare. Death seems to follow me everywhere. My friends have to be sturdy. Strong. Like you." The rope catches, but he quickly fixes it. "I was born from the womb of the Sugarplum Queen. She is not my mother. She abandoned me here."
At the mention of the Queen, the pacing stops, the beast falling silent. "...That makes two of us, then. She... she made me from her blood and bone, or at least, that's what she said. I never considered her a mother- in her eyes, I was just a means to an end. Bait to skewer on a hook." There's clear disdain and grief in its voice as it recounts this. "That's... how I ended up down here. I stood up to her, but... it wasn't enough. She threw me down here when I was still but a nymph."
"...Hmm..." It's his turn to pace. "I'm already plotting her demise. I am certain it will be soon. But..." The rope reaches the bottom. There's black ooze running down it, which dribbles to the floor and forms into the ten-foot-tall beast that is the Prince. "I could work you in. It might help with your debt. But her death won't be the end."
"I... don't have many hobbies. I enjoy collecting items. Some say hoarding, but I cull my vaults of less valuable items frequently." He pauses, thinking. "I'm very unlucky, so I always prepare. Death seems to follow me everywhere. My friends have to be sturdy. Strong. Like you." The rope catches, but he quickly fixes it. "I was born from the womb of the Sugarplum Queen. She is not my mother. She abandoned me here."
At the mention of the Queen, the pacing stops, the beast falling silent. "...That makes two of us, then. She... she made me from her blood and bone, or at least, that's what she said. I never considered her a mother- in her eyes, I was just a means to an end. Bait to skewer on a hook." There's clear disdain and grief in its voice as it recounts this. "That's... how I ended up down here. I stood up to her, but... it wasn't enough. She threw me down here when I was still but a nymph."
"...Hmm..." It's his turn to pace. "I'm already plotting her demise. I am certain it will be soon. But..." The rope reaches the bottom. There's black ooze running down it, which dribbles to the floor and forms into the ten-foot-tall beast that is the Prince. "I could work you in. It might help with your debt. But her death won't be the end."
The bottom of the Rottenmaw is flooded with cloudy grey water reaching the Prince's ankles, with jagged black rocks as the only ground not submerged. Bloodstained webs have been strung up in places out of the rain, waiting for those unlucky enough to have been cast into the pit for their sins against the Court. In the darkness of the cave, he can see the being with which he was conversing. Even in its current stance, lower to the ground and mimicking the arthropods it resembles, it can look the Prince in the eye. Chitinous segments compose the creature's ten limbs- eight legs connected to its thorax, and another two that more resemble arms, with articulated hands and curved talons, connected to roughly where the shoulders would be on a humanoid. Its appendages, torso, and abdomen and coated in a soft-looking fuzz, though the fur is sodden and grey from the ashen water. Its moth-like wings have still not fully developed, still small and creased, having never had the proper conditions or space to fully grow. Its neck is rimmed with an especially fluffy collar of moth fuzz, though still waterlogged and stained with soot. The beast's head almost resembles a heart-shaped mask, with three eyes on either side- large and dark as the sea, with midnight black sclera and irises of silver- and two long antennae.
"...It would bring me great joy to see the Queen killed once and for all- if you permit it, I shall gladly aid you." The creature responds, sticking close to the darkness and seeming hesitant to approach- though it's not at all scared of him.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"...Hmm..." It's his turn to pace. "I'm already plotting her demise. I am certain it will be soon. But..." The rope reaches the bottom. There's black ooze running down it, which dribbles to the floor and forms into the ten-foot-tall beast that is the Prince. "I could work you in. It might help with your debt. But her death won't be the end."
The bottom of the Rottenmaw is flooded with cloudy grey water reaching the Prince's ankles, with jagged black rocks as the only ground not submerged. Bloodstained webs have been strung up in places out of the rain, waiting for those unlucky enough to have been cast into the pit for their sins against the Court. In the darkness of the cave, he can see the being with which he was conversing. Even in its current stance, lower to the ground and mimicking the arthropods it resembles, it can look the Prince in the eye. Chitinous segments compose the creature's ten limbs- eight legs connected to its thorax, and another two that more resemble arms, with articulated hands and curved talons, connected to roughly where the shoulders would be on a humanoid. Its appendages, torso, and abdomen and coated in a soft-looking fuzz, though the fur is sodden and grey from the ashen water. Its moth-like wings have still not fully developed, still small and creased, having never had the proper conditions or space to fully grow. Its neck is rimmed with an especially fluffy collar of moth fuzz, though still waterlogged and stained with soot. The beast's head almost resembles a heart-shaped mask, with three eyes on either side- large and dark as the sea, with midnight black sclera and irises of silver- and two long antennae.
"...It would bring me great joy to see the Queen killed once and for all- if you permit it, I shall gladly aid you." The creature responds, sticking close to the darkness and seeming hesitant to approach- though it's not at all scared of him.
"You're very beautiful... for one of her children." He chuckles mirthlessly and grins, showing off his thoroughly rotten teeth. He gently holds out a hand for it to take. His movements are slow, fluid, and deliberate. The way he's offering his hand is in a way that shows his entire palm to the sky, a sign of submission and weakness. His stance is poor, to the point that he could be bowled over by a mere human, but other hand is on the rope behind him, granting him a quick escape route. This is a test of some sort.
Will it attack as soon as he seems vulnerable, or will it keep its end of the bargain? Even a monkey would likely understand which answer is correct, so why is he worried at all?
The bottom of the Rottenmaw is flooded with cloudy grey water reaching the Prince's ankles, with jagged black rocks as the only ground not submerged. Bloodstained webs have been strung up in places out of the rain, waiting for those unlucky enough to have been cast into the pit for their sins against the Court. In the darkness of the cave, he can see the being with which he was conversing. Even in its current stance, lower to the ground and mimicking the arthropods it resembles, it can look the Prince in the eye. Chitinous segments compose the creature's ten limbs- eight legs connected to its thorax, and another two that more resemble arms, with articulated hands and curved talons, connected to roughly where the shoulders would be on a humanoid. Its appendages, torso, and abdomen and coated in a soft-looking fuzz, though the fur is sodden and grey from the ashen water. Its moth-like wings have still not fully developed, still small and creased, having never had the proper conditions or space to fully grow. Its neck is rimmed with an especially fluffy collar of moth fuzz, though still waterlogged and stained with soot. The beast's head almost resembles a heart-shaped mask, with three eyes on either side- large and dark as the sea, with midnight black sclera and irises of silver- and two long antennae.
"...It would bring me great joy to see the Queen killed once and for all- if you permit it, I shall gladly aid you." The creature responds, sticking close to the darkness and seeming hesitant to approach- though it's not at all scared of him.
"You're very beautiful... for one of her children." He chuckles mirthlessly and grins, showing off his thoroughly rotten teeth. He gently holds out a hand for it to take. His movements are slow, fluid, and deliberate. The way he's offering his hand is in a way that shows his entire palm to the sky, a sign of submission and weakness. His stance is poor, to the point that he could be bowled over by a mere human, but other hand is on the rope behind him, granting him a quick escape route. This is a test of some sort.
Will it attack as soon as he seems vulnerable, or will it keep its end of the bargain? Even a monkey would likely understand which answer is correct, so why is he worried at all?
The moth-spawn seems surprised by his words, the fuzz around its neck puffing up slightly, though it doesn't seem to entirely believe him. "T- Thank you. It's been ages since anyone's talked with me, let alone given me a compliment." It nervously takes his hand with one of its own, being especially careful, as if worried it'll crush his hand in its claws.
It knows the right answer as well as he does, so why is it so worried?
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're very beautiful... for one of her children." He chuckles mirthlessly and grins, showing off his thoroughly rotten teeth. He gently holds out a hand for it to take. His movements are slow, fluid, and deliberate. The way he's offering his hand is in a way that shows his entire palm to the sky, a sign of submission and weakness. His stance is poor, to the point that he could be bowled over by a mere human, but other hand is on the rope behind him, granting him a quick escape route. This is a test of some sort.
Will it attack as soon as he seems vulnerable, or will it keep its end of the bargain? Even a monkey would likely understand which answer is correct, so why is he worried at all?
The moth-spawn seems surprised by his words, the fuzz around its neck puffing up slightly, though it doesn't seem to entirely believe him. "T- Thank you. It's been ages since anyone's talked with me, let alone given me a compliment." It nervously takes his hand with one of its own, being especially careful, as if worried it'll crush his hand in its claws.
It knows the right answer as well as he does, so why is it so worried?
His cold, wet hand ripples and warps to resemble its own. "Don't worry about it. I'm your brother, aren't I?" He gently tugs its arm, an almost imperceptible offer to move closer. "Ha. For most, that would mean a biological imperative. But we are, unfortunately children of our creator. Only people feel that automatic, familial kind of love" He slides a tiny bit up the rope with his one hand. "If you don't trust love, trust mutual interest. That's what I believe. And I am very interested in you."
"You're very beautiful... for one of her children." He chuckles mirthlessly and grins, showing off his thoroughly rotten teeth. He gently holds out a hand for it to take. His movements are slow, fluid, and deliberate. The way he's offering his hand is in a way that shows his entire palm to the sky, a sign of submission and weakness. His stance is poor, to the point that he could be bowled over by a mere human, but other hand is on the rope behind him, granting him a quick escape route. This is a test of some sort.
Will it attack as soon as he seems vulnerable, or will it keep its end of the bargain? Even a monkey would likely understand which answer is correct, so why is he worried at all?
The moth-spawn seems surprised by his words, the fuzz around its neck puffing up slightly, though it doesn't seem to entirely believe him. "T- Thank you. It's been ages since anyone's talked with me, let alone given me a compliment." It nervously takes his hand with one of its own, being especially careful, as if worried it'll crush his hand in its claws.
It knows the right answer as well as he does, so why is it so worried?
His cold, wet hand ripples and warps to resemble its own. "Don't worry about it. I'm your brother, aren't I?" He gently tugs its arm, an almost imperceptible offer to move closer. "Ha. For most, that would mean a biological imperative. But we are, unfortunately children of our creator. Only people feel that automatic, familial kind of love" He slides a tiny bit up the rope with his one hand. "If you don't trust love, trust mutual interest. That's what I believe. And I am very interested in you."
The moth-spider-fey-creature crawls somewhat closer, still seeming anxious about being this nearby to someone it doesn't immediately want to butcher and eat- though it's also intrigued. "...I find this all very interesting as well. It's been ages since I've seen the surface. I wonder what's changed?" Its eyes drift upward as it watches the grey sky above, somewhat intimidated by the long climb back up.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
His cold, wet hand ripples and warps to resemble its own. "Don't worry about it. I'm your brother, aren't I?" He gently tugs its arm, an almost imperceptible offer to move closer. "Ha. For most, that would mean a biological imperative. But we are, unfortunately children of our creator. Only people feel that automatic, familial kind of love" He slides a tiny bit up the rope with his one hand. "If you don't trust love, trust mutual interest. That's what I believe. And I am very interested in you."
The moth-spider-fey-creature crawls somewhat closer, still seeming anxious about being this nearby to someone it doesn't immediately want to butcher and eat- though it's also intrigued. "...I find this all very interesting as well. It's been ages since I've seen the surface. I wonder what's changed?" Its eyes drift upward as it watches the grey sky above, somewhat intimidated by the long climb back up.
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around the creature ('around' might not be the best word, but he's sticky so he's holding on) and lifts it up as he ascends the rope. "A lot, I'd think. I wonder if it was necessarily better when you were a nymph? Hmm... Supposedly, I was her first child, so it's possible."
The moth-spider-fey-creature crawls somewhat closer, still seeming anxious about being this nearby to someone it doesn't immediately want to butcher and eat- though it's also intrigued. "...I find this all very interesting as well. It's been ages since I've seen the surface. I wonder what's changed?" Its eyes drift upward as it watches the grey sky above, somewhat intimidated by the long climb back up.
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around the creature ('around' might not be the best word, but he's sticky so he's holding on) and lifts it up as he ascends the rope. "A lot, I'd think. I wonder if it was necessarily better when you were a nymph? Hmm... Supposedly, I was her first child, so it's possible."
The giant moth-creature climbs up after him, digging its claws into the slippery stone walls as best it can, though even its great talons struggle to find purchase at times. "...I don't remember what my life was like before. It's been so long, it's... all been a blur. But, I like to think it was better than it was in those tunnels." Its fuzz is incredibly soft and warm to the touch, though still damp from the rain.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The moth-spider-fey-creature crawls somewhat closer, still seeming anxious about being this nearby to someone it doesn't immediately want to butcher and eat- though it's also intrigued. "...I find this all very interesting as well. It's been ages since I've seen the surface. I wonder what's changed?" Its eyes drift upward as it watches the grey sky above, somewhat intimidated by the long climb back up.
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around the creature ('around' might not be the best word, but he's sticky so he's holding on) and lifts it up as he ascends the rope. "A lot, I'd think. I wonder if it was necessarily better when you were a nymph? Hmm... Supposedly, I was her first child, so it's possible."
The giant moth-creature climbs up after him, digging its claws into the slippery stone walls as best it can, though even its great talons struggle to find purchase at times. "...I don't remember what my life was like before. It's been so long, it's... all been a blur. But, I like to think it was better than it was in those tunnels." Its fuzz is incredibly soft and warm to the touch, though still damp from the rain.
He starts drying both the creature and the walls with magic as they rise. "I'm Careme. What would you like me to call you?"
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around the creature ('around' might not be the best word, but he's sticky so he's holding on) and lifts it up as he ascends the rope. "A lot, I'd think. I wonder if it was necessarily better when you were a nymph? Hmm... Supposedly, I was her first child, so it's possible."
The giant moth-creature climbs up after him, digging its claws into the slippery stone walls as best it can, though even its great talons struggle to find purchase at times. "...I don't remember what my life was like before. It's been so long, it's... all been a blur. But, I like to think it was better than it was in those tunnels." Its fuzz is incredibly soft and warm to the touch, though still damp from the rain.
He starts drying both the creature and the walls with magic as they rise. "I'm Careme. What would you like me to call you?"
"...I- I think I was called... Adeline." The beast replies, seeming visibly happier to have its fur dry again for the first time in ages. "Nice to meet you, Careme."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He starts drying both the creature and the walls with magic as they rise. "I'm Careme. What would you like me to call you?"
"...I- I think I was called... Adeline." The beast replies, seeming visibly happier to have its fur dry again for the first time in ages. "Nice to meet you, Careme."
*I think this is a suitably dramatic place to end. What about you? Think we should go a bit longer?*
A ghoul runs through the woods, looking behind itself frequently in an attempt to see something through the torrential downpour. Two headlamps shine through the monsoon. Miners, looking for their next score.
The ghoul hears splashing to its side and whips its head around to see a huge scarecrow running toward it with an axe in hand. The undead screams and dives into cover as the construct skids through the water and stomps. Facing the miners.
The two men, lean as cheetahs and armed with pickaxes, stop their chase to circle around the cracking red jack-o-lantern.
The ghoul looks up. That bundle of sticks and straw is... protecting it? But those miners look desperate.
It's gonna be a fight. It's hard to tell which group is in a worse position: the soaked scarecrow or the emaciated miners.
A gaunt figure wanders through the streets of the City of Neapolitan. Dressed in black robes, he carries nothing but a silver dagger
As he turns a corner, he sees a huge scarecrow with an axe. Well, upon closer inspection, the oversized coat it's wearing is stuffed with straw to make the stick-limbed construct look bigger. The axe it drags behind itself is clearly enchanted, marked with occult symbols and an image of a six-horned, three-eyed goat's face on the head. The scarecrow itself lumbers forward, an exhausted expression carved into its jack-o-lantern head.
A gaunt figure wanders through the streets of the City of Neapolitan. Dressed in black robes, he carries nothing but a silver dagger
As he turns a corner, he sees a huge scarecrow with an axe. Well, upon closer inspection, the oversized coat it's wearing is stuffed with straw to make the stick-limbed construct look bigger. The axe it drags behind itself is clearly enchanted, marked with occult symbols and an image of a six-horned, three-eyed goat's face on the head. The scarecrow itself lumbers forward, an exhausted expression carved into its jack-o-lantern head.
'Uhh, hello there? What is this place? And who are you?'. The man grips the knife, ready to fight back if necessary
As he turns a corner, he sees a huge scarecrow with an axe. Well, upon closer inspection, the oversized coat it's wearing is stuffed with straw to make the stick-limbed construct look bigger. The axe it drags behind itself is clearly enchanted, marked with occult symbols and an image of a six-horned, three-eyed goat's face on the head. The scarecrow itself lumbers forward, an exhausted expression carved into its jack-o-lantern head.
'Uhh, hello there? What is this place? And who are you?'. The man grips the knife, ready to fight back if necessary
"Ah. A newcomer." The pumpkin mutters. "Welcome to Neapolitan City. Don't look anywhere that isn't out in the open, or you'll find what that rotting smell beneath the chocolate is." They let go of the axe, causing it to crumble into ashes. "I'm Chaff."
As he turns a corner, he sees a huge scarecrow with an axe. Well, upon closer inspection, the oversized coat it's wearing is stuffed with straw to make the stick-limbed construct look bigger. The axe it drags behind itself is clearly enchanted, marked with occult symbols and an image of a six-horned, three-eyed goat's face on the head. The scarecrow itself lumbers forward, an exhausted expression carved into its jack-o-lantern head.
'Uhh, hello there? What is this place? And who are you?'. The man grips the knife, ready to fight back if necessary
"Ah. A newcomer." The pumpkin mutters. "Welcome to Neapolitan City. Don't look anywhere that isn't out in the open, or you'll find what that rotting smell beneath the chocolate is." They let go of the axe, causing it to crumble into ashes. "I'm Chaff."
'Nice to meet you. I'm Linward Locke. So, this place is dangerous, huh? Dangerous how?'
“Interesting city, huh.” A man walks through the city compelled for some reason to head to the heart of the place. He carries no visible weapon, but that’s mostly because it’s hidden beneath his cloak.
He looks around where he is, curious about all that he comes across.
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
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"I... don't have many hobbies. I enjoy collecting items. Some say hoarding, but I cull my vaults of less valuable items frequently." He pauses, thinking. "I'm very unlucky, so I always prepare. Death seems to follow me everywhere. My friends have to be sturdy. Strong. Like you." The rope catches, but he quickly fixes it. "I was born from the womb of the Sugarplum Queen. She is not my mother. She abandoned me here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
At the mention of the Queen, the pacing stops, the beast falling silent. "...That makes two of us, then. She... she made me from her blood and bone, or at least, that's what she said. I never considered her a mother- in her eyes, I was just a means to an end. Bait to skewer on a hook." There's clear disdain and grief in its voice as it recounts this. "That's... how I ended up down here. I stood up to her, but... it wasn't enough. She threw me down here when I was still but a nymph."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"...Hmm..." It's his turn to pace. "I'm already plotting her demise. I am certain it will be soon. But..." The rope reaches the bottom. There's black ooze running down it, which dribbles to the floor and forms into the ten-foot-tall beast that is the Prince. "I could work you in. It might help with your debt. But her death won't be the end."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The bottom of the Rottenmaw is flooded with cloudy grey water reaching the Prince's ankles, with jagged black rocks as the only ground not submerged. Bloodstained webs have been strung up in places out of the rain, waiting for those unlucky enough to have been cast into the pit for their sins against the Court. In the darkness of the cave, he can see the being with which he was conversing.
Even in its current stance, lower to the ground and mimicking the arthropods it resembles, it can look the Prince in the eye. Chitinous segments compose the creature's ten limbs- eight legs connected to its thorax, and another two that more resemble arms, with articulated hands and curved talons, connected to roughly where the shoulders would be on a humanoid. Its appendages, torso, and abdomen and coated in a soft-looking fuzz, though the fur is sodden and grey from the ashen water. Its moth-like wings have still not fully developed, still small and creased, having never had the proper conditions or space to fully grow. Its neck is rimmed with an especially fluffy collar of moth fuzz, though still waterlogged and stained with soot. The beast's head almost resembles a heart-shaped mask, with three eyes on either side- large and dark as the sea, with midnight black sclera and irises of silver- and two long antennae.
"...It would bring me great joy to see the Queen killed once and for all- if you permit it, I shall gladly aid you." The creature responds, sticking close to the darkness and seeming hesitant to approach- though it's not at all scared of him.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're very beautiful... for one of her children." He chuckles mirthlessly and grins, showing off his thoroughly rotten teeth. He gently holds out a hand for it to take. His movements are slow, fluid, and deliberate. The way he's offering his hand is in a way that shows his entire palm to the sky, a sign of submission and weakness. His stance is poor, to the point that he could be bowled over by a mere human, but other hand is on the rope behind him, granting him a quick escape route. This is a test of some sort.
Will it attack as soon as he seems vulnerable, or will it keep its end of the bargain? Even a monkey would likely understand which answer is correct, so why is he worried at all?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The moth-spawn seems surprised by his words, the fuzz around its neck puffing up slightly, though it doesn't seem to entirely believe him. "T- Thank you. It's been ages since anyone's talked with me, let alone given me a compliment." It nervously takes his hand with one of its own, being especially careful, as if worried it'll crush his hand in its claws.
It knows the right answer as well as he does, so why is it so worried?
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
His cold, wet hand ripples and warps to resemble its own. "Don't worry about it. I'm your brother, aren't I?" He gently tugs its arm, an almost imperceptible offer to move closer. "Ha. For most, that would mean a biological imperative. But we are, unfortunately children of our creator. Only people feel that automatic, familial kind of love" He slides a tiny bit up the rope with his one hand. "If you don't trust love, trust mutual interest. That's what I believe. And I am very interested in you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The moth-spider-fey-creature crawls somewhat closer, still seeming anxious about being this nearby to someone it doesn't immediately want to butcher and eat- though it's also intrigued. "...I find this all very interesting as well. It's been ages since I've seen the surface. I wonder what's changed?" Its eyes drift upward as it watches the grey sky above, somewhat intimidated by the long climb back up.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around the creature ('around' might not be the best word, but he's sticky so he's holding on) and lifts it up as he ascends the rope. "A lot, I'd think. I wonder if it was necessarily better when you were a nymph? Hmm... Supposedly, I was her first child, so it's possible."
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The giant moth-creature climbs up after him, digging its claws into the slippery stone walls as best it can, though even its great talons struggle to find purchase at times. "...I don't remember what my life was like before. It's been so long, it's... all been a blur. But, I like to think it was better than it was in those tunnels." Its fuzz is incredibly soft and warm to the touch, though still damp from the rain.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He starts drying both the creature and the walls with magic as they rise. "I'm Careme. What would you like me to call you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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"...I- I think I was called... Adeline." The beast replies, seeming visibly happier to have its fur dry again for the first time in ages. "Nice to meet you, Careme."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I think this is a suitably dramatic place to end. What about you? Think we should go a bit longer?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
A ghoul runs through the woods, looking behind itself frequently in an attempt to see something through the torrential downpour. Two headlamps shine through the monsoon. Miners, looking for their next score.
The ghoul hears splashing to its side and whips its head around to see a huge scarecrow running toward it with an axe in hand. The undead screams and dives into cover as the construct skids through the water and stomps. Facing the miners.
The two men, lean as cheetahs and armed with pickaxes, stop their chase to circle around the cracking red jack-o-lantern.
The ghoul looks up. That bundle of sticks and straw is... protecting it? But those miners look desperate.
It's gonna be a fight. It's hard to tell which group is in a worse position: the soaked scarecrow or the emaciated miners.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
A gaunt figure wanders through the streets of the City of Neapolitan. Dressed in black robes, he carries nothing but a silver dagger
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As he turns a corner, he sees a huge scarecrow with an axe. Well, upon closer inspection, the oversized coat it's wearing is stuffed with straw to make the stick-limbed construct look bigger. The axe it drags behind itself is clearly enchanted, marked with occult symbols and an image of a six-horned, three-eyed goat's face on the head. The scarecrow itself lumbers forward, an exhausted expression carved into its jack-o-lantern head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'Uhh, hello there? What is this place? And who are you?'. The man grips the knife, ready to fight back if necessary
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"Ah. A newcomer." The pumpkin mutters. "Welcome to Neapolitan City. Don't look anywhere that isn't out in the open, or you'll find what that rotting smell beneath the chocolate is." They let go of the axe, causing it to crumble into ashes. "I'm Chaff."
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'Nice to meet you. I'm Linward Locke. So, this place is dangerous, huh? Dangerous how?'
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13 4 (my lucky number and unlucky number)
“Interesting city, huh.” A man walks through the city compelled for some reason to head to the heart of the place. He carries no visible weapon, but that’s mostly because it’s hidden beneath his cloak.
He looks around where he is, curious about all that he comes across.
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"