"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?'
"I wouldn't say dangerous... just not exactly safe." He opens a dumpster, revealing it to be filled with fresh flowers. He brushes said flowers aside, revealing numerous bodies, rotted and congealed into a cadaverous mass.
“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 don't think I've met you before! Welcome!*
*I don't have any character that I want to play at the moment, but I'll try and interact sometime today!*
"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?'
"I wouldn't say dangerous... just not exactly safe." He opens a dumpster, revealing it to be filled with fresh flowers. He brushes said flowers aside, revealing numerous bodies, rotted and congealed into a cadaverous mass.
"I wouldn't say dangerous... just not exactly safe." He opens a dumpster, revealing it to be filled with fresh flowers. He brushes said flowers aside, revealing numerous bodies, rotted and congealed into a cadaverous mass.
'What the... is that?'
"The Harvesters don't look anywhere that isn't directly in front of them. No one wants their loved ones to be sent to the fields." He smooths the flowers back over the bodies and closes the dumpster.
"I wouldn't say dangerous... just not exactly safe." He opens a dumpster, revealing it to be filled with fresh flowers. He brushes said flowers aside, revealing numerous bodies, rotted and congealed into a cadaverous mass.
'What the... is that?'
"The Harvesters don't look anywhere that isn't directly in front of them. No one wants their loved ones to be sent to the fields." He smooths the flowers back over the bodies and closes the dumpster.
'What do I have to do so I don't end up like that?' He speaks with a decently thick Cockney accent
"The Harvesters don't look anywhere that isn't directly in front of them. No one wants their loved ones to be sent to the fields." He smooths the flowers back over the bodies and closes the dumpster.
'What do I have to do so I don't end up like that?' He speaks with a decently thick Cockney accent
"Hah. If I knew, I wouldn't be here. I've had my head bashed in over and over."
"The Harvesters don't look anywhere that isn't directly in front of them. No one wants their loved ones to be sent to the fields." He smooths the flowers back over the bodies and closes the dumpster.
'What do I have to do so I don't end up like that?' He speaks with a decently thick Cockney accent
"Hah. If I knew, I wouldn't be here. I've had my head bashed in over and over."
'You're jokin', right? Nah. So, I gotta stay outta sight? You know anywhere safe, where there are people? Where the Queen won't find me?'
“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 don't think I've met you before! Welcome!*
*I don't have any character that I want to play at the moment, but I'll try and interact sometime today!*
Well then I might wander through until I meet a ghost or someone else in the rotten heart.
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
With the Prince's help, the Beast of the Rottenveins has finally clawed its way to the surface once again, the giant moth-spider-thing in absolute awe of its surroundings- still rotting and fetid, but verdant in comparison to the bleak caverns it came from. Now that it's warm and dry again, it seems much happier, and its moth fuzz has returned to its normal off-white hue and fluffiness. It is currently sunbathing on a large flat boulder a ways outside the eternal storm of the Rotten Heart, taking in as much warmth as it can.
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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)
A young man in a black, priest-like robe is wandering around, a silver knife in his hand
He encounters a strange creature, sunbathing on a large rock. It harbors traits from both a silk moth and a spider, though it's clearly not natural, and far larger than its arthropod counterparts. The beast doesn't seem to notice him, though that may change for better or worse if he lingers.
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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)
A young man in a black, priest-like robe is wandering around, a silver knife in his hand
He encounters a strange creature, sunbathing on a large rock. It harbors traits from both a silk moth and a spider, though it's clearly not natural, and far larger than its arthropod counterparts. The beast doesn't seem to notice him, though that may change for better or worse if he lingers.
With the Prince's help, the Beast of the Rottenveins has finally clawed its way to the surface once again, the giant moth-spider-thing in absolute awe of its surroundings- still rotting and fetid, but verdant in comparison to the bleak caverns it came from. Now that it's warm and dry again, it seems much happier, and its moth fuzz has returned to its normal off-white hue and fluffiness. It is currently sunbathing on a large flat boulder a ways outside the eternal storm of the Rotten Heart, taking in as much warmth as it can.
It hears, distantly, metal squeaking, the steps of a hog's trotters, and rattling wood, as well as a little voice singing quietly.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And it's filled with people who are filled with spit And the vermin of the world inhabit it..."
A young man in a black, priest-like robe is wandering around, a silver knife in his hand
He encounters a strange creature, sunbathing on a large rock. It harbors traits from both a silk moth and a spider, though it's clearly not natural, and far larger than its arthropod counterparts. The beast doesn't seem to notice him, though that may change for better or worse if he lingers.
'Uh, hey there?'
The behemoth looks over at him, feathery antennae twitching in the air as its six black-and-silver eyes lock onto the man. "Hello there. Who are you?" It stands to its many feet, stretching as it does like a gargantuan cat.
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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)
A young man in a black, priest-like robe is wandering around, a silver knife in his hand
He encounters a strange creature, sunbathing on a large rock. It harbors traits from both a silk moth and a spider, though it's clearly not natural, and far larger than its arthropod counterparts. The beast doesn't seem to notice him, though that may change for better or worse if he lingers.
'Uh, hey there?'
The behemoth looks over at him, feathery antennae twitching in the air as its six black-and-silver eyes lock onto the man. "Hello there. Who are you?" It stands to its many feet, stretching as it does like a gargantuan cat.
'Linward Locke. Exorcist, undead hunter, and not exactly thrilled to be here. But I don't want to hurt you, you're clearly an awesome sight'
With the Prince's help, the Beast of the Rottenveins has finally clawed its way to the surface once again, the giant moth-spider-thing in absolute awe of its surroundings- still rotting and fetid, but verdant in comparison to the bleak caverns it came from. Now that it's warm and dry again, it seems much happier, and its moth fuzz has returned to its normal off-white hue and fluffiness. It is currently sunbathing on a large flat boulder a ways outside the eternal storm of the Rotten Heart, taking in as much warmth as it can.
It hears, distantly, metal squeaking, the steps of a hog's trotters, and rattling wood, as well as a little voice singing quietly.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And it's filled with people who are filled with spit And the vermin of the world inhabit it..."
The fey beast is stirred from its rest, leaping down from its perch to the sickly grass beside it and wandering in the direction of the sounds and the song. Its movements are unusually quiet for something of its scale, not wanting to startle whatever's causing all that racket.
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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 behemoth looks over at him, feathery antennae twitching in the air as its six black-and-silver eyes lock onto the man. "Hello there. Who are you?" It stands to its many feet, stretching as it does like a gargantuan cat.
'Linward Locke. Exorcist, undead hunter, and not exactly thrilled to be here. But I don't want to hurt you, you're clearly an awesome sight'
"That's good to know- I don't want to hurt you either." It curiously approaches somewhat, its antennae scanning the air in front of it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Locke. I'm... I think I was called 'Adeline'?"
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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)
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"I wouldn't say dangerous... just not exactly safe." He opens a dumpster, revealing it to be filled with fresh flowers. He brushes said flowers aside, revealing numerous bodies, rotted and congealed into a cadaverous mass.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*I don't think I've met you before! Welcome!*
*I don't have any character that I want to play at the moment, but I'll try and interact sometime today!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'What the... is that?'
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"The Harvesters don't look anywhere that isn't directly in front of them. No one wants their loved ones to be sent to the fields." He smooths the flowers back over the bodies and closes the dumpster.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'What do I have to do so I don't end up like that?' He speaks with a decently thick Cockney accent
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"Hah. If I knew, I wouldn't be here. I've had my head bashed in over and over."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'You're jokin', right? Nah. So, I gotta stay outta sight? You know anywhere safe, where there are people? Where the Queen won't find me?'
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Well then I might wander through until I meet a ghost or someone else in the rotten heart.
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
"Oh, there are people here if you look. But there aren't any safe places anymore. Not since the Queen took over."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'She sounds pretty dreadful, from what I've read about her in the diaries. But not a problem, I can stay out of sight, I've got experience of that.'
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*Good afternoon, everyone!*
With the Prince's help, the Beast of the Rottenveins has finally clawed its way to the surface once again, the giant moth-spider-thing in absolute awe of its surroundings- still rotting and fetid, but verdant in comparison to the bleak caverns it came from. Now that it's warm and dry again, it seems much happier, and its moth fuzz has returned to its normal off-white hue and fluffiness. It is currently sunbathing on a large flat boulder a ways outside the eternal storm of the Rotten Heart, taking in as much warmth as it can.
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)
A young man in a black, priest-like robe is wandering around, a silver knife in his hand
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*Almost done with a character, I'll be here soon!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He encounters a strange creature, sunbathing on a large rock. It harbors traits from both a silk moth and a spider, though it's clearly not natural, and far larger than its arthropod counterparts. The beast doesn't seem to notice him, though that may change for better or worse if he lingers.
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)
'Uh, hey there?'
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It hears, distantly, metal squeaking, the steps of a hog's trotters, and rattling wood, as well as a little voice singing quietly.
"There's a hole in the world
like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with spit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The behemoth looks over at him, feathery antennae twitching in the air as its six black-and-silver eyes lock onto the man. "Hello there. Who are you?" It stands to its many feet, stretching as it does like a gargantuan cat.
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)
'Linward Locke. Exorcist, undead hunter, and not exactly thrilled to be here. But I don't want to hurt you, you're clearly an awesome sight'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The fey beast is stirred from its rest, leaping down from its perch to the sickly grass beside it and wandering in the direction of the sounds and the song. Its movements are unusually quiet for something of its scale, not wanting to startle whatever's causing all that racket.
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)
"That's good to know- I don't want to hurt you either." It curiously approaches somewhat, its antennae scanning the air in front of it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Locke. I'm... I think I was called 'Adeline'?"
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)