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'?"
'That's a pretty name. Are you a friend of the Queen? Apologies if that's not the question to ask, but I'm kind of new here'
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'?"
'That's a pretty name. Are you a friend of the Queen? Apologies if that's not the question to ask, but I'm kind of new here'
Its moth-fuzz puffs up even more in surprise- it's clearly not used to compliments. "No, I'm quite the opposite, actually. She ruined my life, and I hope to ruin hers."
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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)
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.
A strangely-shaped caravan is going across the road, pulled by a massive hog. The driver can't be seen, but they can be heard inside the leaning, one-wheeled vehicle. It sways from side to side, bouncing slightly. It looks like an illustration from a children's book, all built out of warped planks and rusty nails.
"When I'm awake I can't outrun what I have seen Each step I take Feels like I'm crawling through a dream"
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'?"
'That's a pretty name. Are you a friend of the Queen? Apologies if that's not the question to ask, but I'm kind of new here'
Its moth-fuzz puffs up even more in surprise- it's clearly not used to compliments. "No, I'm quite the opposite, actually. She ruined my life, and I hope to ruin hers."
'That's... interesting. I can't say I like here either, I was just beginning to look into my past when she dragged me here'
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.
A strangely-shaped caravan is going across the road, pulled by a massive hog. The driver can't be seen, but they can be heard inside the leaning, one-wheeled vehicle. It sways from side to side, bouncing slightly. It looks like an illustration from a children's book, all built out of warped planks and rusty nails.
"When I'm awake I can't outrun what I have seen Each step I take Feels like I'm crawling through a dream"
The beast approaches a bit more, now making no effort to hide, though it tries to be plainly visible so as to not startle the caravan. "How curious..." It mutters to itself, watching with great interest.
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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 strangely-shaped caravan is going across the road, pulled by a massive hog. The driver can't be seen, but they can be heard inside the leaning, one-wheeled vehicle. It sways from side to side, bouncing slightly. It looks like an illustration from a children's book, all built out of warped planks and rusty nails.
"When I'm awake I can't outrun what I have seen Each step I take Feels like I'm crawling through a dream..."
The beast approaches a bit more, now making no effort to hide, though it tries to be plainly visible so as to not startle the caravan. "How curious..." It mutters to itself, watching with great interest.
The pig slows down, and the beast can hear the source of the small voice quickly moving around inside the caravan. The strange mobile building begins to unfold, revealing smoked and cured meats of yet-unknown cuts, lanterns, fuel, and various other goods hanging from door-like constructions. A pair of glasses glint between the boards on a window. Many-jointed skeleton arms reach out and ring a little triangle, causing the pig to move to the side of the road and flop down. The triangle is then hung on a peg, and the hands gesture sweepingly.
"Howdy! I'm Auntie Bellow, and this is Auntie Bellow's Gourmet Hell Emporium!"
The beast approaches a bit more, now making no effort to hide, though it tries to be plainly visible so as to not startle the caravan. "How curious..." It mutters to itself, watching with great interest.
The pig slows down, and the beast can hear the source of the small voice quickly moving around inside the caravan. The strange mobile building begins to unfold, revealing smoked and cured meats of yet-unknown cuts, lanterns, fuel, and various other goods hanging from door-like constructions. A pair of glasses glint between the boards on a window. Many-jointed skeleton arms reach out and ring a little triangle, causing the pig to move to the side of the road and flop down. The triangle is then hung on a peg, and the hands gesture sweepingly.
"Howdy! I'm Auntie Bellow, and this is Auntie Bellow's Gourmet Hell Emporium!"
The behemoth cautiously approaches a bit, mostly drawn closer by the smell of the cooked meats for sale, though it's definitely cautious. "Hello. I'm... I think I'm called Adeline? How much is it for..." It trails off for a second, uncertain about what draws its eye the most, before it settles on a large smoked fish of unknown species, held aloft by a hook through its gills. "...for this?" It gestures to the item with a talon, before it checks a woven silk-and-sinew pouch at its side for whatever trinkets its past meals had that could be valuable.
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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 pig slows down, and the beast can hear the source of the small voice quickly moving around inside the caravan. The strange mobile building begins to unfold, revealing smoked and cured meats of yet-unknown cuts, lanterns, fuel, and various other goods hanging from door-like constructions. A pair of glasses glint between the boards on a window. Many-jointed skeleton arms reach out and ring a little triangle, causing the pig to move to the side of the road and flop down. The triangle is then hung on a peg, and the hands gesture sweepingly.
"Howdy! I'm Auntie Bellow, and this is Auntie Bellow's Gourmet Hell Emporium!"
The behemoth cautiously approaches a bit, mostly drawn closer by the smell of the cooked meats for sale, though it's definitely cautious. "Hello. I'm... I think I'm called Adeline? How much is it for..." It trails off for a second, uncertain about what draws its eye the most, before it settles on a large smoked fish of unknown species, held aloft by a hook through its gills. "...for this?" It gestures to the item with a talon, before it checks a woven silk-and-sinew pouch at its side for whatever trinkets its past meals had that could be valuable.
The skeleton arm slides the hook onto its finger, lifting the grade-school-student-sized fish with no issue. "I'd say about... two pounds of Charnel Gold, if you have it. Or we could trade in magical components, if that interests you. And of course, there are coins, but around here food is so scarce that it's better to barter."
The pig slows down, and the beast can hear the source of the small voice quickly moving around inside the caravan. The strange mobile building begins to unfold, revealing smoked and cured meats of yet-unknown cuts, lanterns, fuel, and various other goods hanging from door-like constructions. A pair of glasses glint between the boards on a window. Many-jointed skeleton arms reach out and ring a little triangle, causing the pig to move to the side of the road and flop down. The triangle is then hung on a peg, and the hands gesture sweepingly.
"Howdy! I'm Auntie Bellow, and this is Auntie Bellow's Gourmet Hell Emporium!"
The behemoth cautiously approaches a bit, mostly drawn closer by the smell of the cooked meats for sale, though it's definitely cautious. "Hello. I'm... I think I'm called Adeline? How much is it for..." It trails off for a second, uncertain about what draws its eye the most, before it settles on a large smoked fish of unknown species, held aloft by a hook through its gills. "...for this?" It gestures to the item with a talon, before it checks a woven silk-and-sinew pouch at its side for whatever trinkets its past meals had that could be valuable.
The skeleton arm slides the hook onto its finger, lifting the grade-school-student-sized fish with no issue. "I'd say about... two pounds of Charnel Gold, if you have it. Or we could trade in magical components, if that interests you. And of course, there are coins, but around here food is so scarce that it's better to barter."
Adeline leafs through its makeshift satchel, producing assorted trinkets- some copper coins and a two gold coins (no silver, for obvious reasons), a holy symbol, a locket with a picture too muddled to see, some gold teeth, old bones carved with desperate prayers, some rusted manacles it holds with utmost caution- but no Charnel Gold. "...I think magical components might be doable. Do any of these suffice?" It gestures to the assortment of collected curios.
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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 skeleton arm slides the hook onto its finger, lifting the grade-school-student-sized fish with no issue. "I'd say about... two pounds of Charnel Gold, if you have it. Or we could trade in magical components, if that interests you. And of course, there are coins, but around here food is so scarce that it's better to barter."
Adeline leafs through its makeshift satchel, producing assorted trinkets- some copper coins and a two gold coins (no silver, for obvious reasons), a holy symbol, a locket with a picture too muddled to see, some gold teeth, old bones carved with desperate prayers, some rusted manacles it holds with utmost caution- but no Charnel Gold. "...I think magical components might be doable. Do any of these suffice?" It gestures to the assortment of collected curios.
The left arm puts the fish back, and they both start bringing the items to the eyes of the being within before placing them down to grab new ones. "Hm..." Auntie seems unsure. "You seem to be low on funds at the moment. I can't give you the fish in good conscience, but I have plenty of less... pretty... meat that I could give you for these." She takes the bones, teeth, and manacles, placing them in a tray in front of the window, avoiding even touching the holy symbol. "Now then, I think I could readily offer you... four pounds for this. That little relic you've got seems plenty magical, but this is a Gourmet Hell Emporium, and it might tarnish the goods. So, four pounds of smoked meat. That sound good, dear?"
Adeline leafs through its makeshift satchel, producing assorted trinkets- some copper coins and a two gold coins (no silver, for obvious reasons), a holy symbol, a locket with a picture too muddled to see, some gold teeth, old bones carved with desperate prayers, some rusted manacles it holds with utmost caution- but no Charnel Gold. "...I think magical components might be doable. Do any of these suffice?" It gestures to the assortment of collected curios.
The left arm puts the fish back, and they both start bringing the items to the eyes of the being within before placing them down to grab new ones. "Hm..." Auntie seems unsure. "You seem to be low on funds at the moment. I can't give you the fish in good conscience, but I have plenty of less... pretty... meat that I could give you for these." She takes the bones, teeth, and manacles, placing them in a tray in front of the window, avoiding even touching the holy symbol. "Now then, I think I could readily offer you... four pounds for this. That little relic you've got seems plenty magical, but this is a Gourmet Hell Emporium, and it might tarnish the goods. So, four pounds of smoked meat. That sound good, dear?"
It thinks for a moment, longingly looking back at the smoked fish for a second, before it makes its decision. "That sounds good, thank you." It answers, still content with this bargain, even if it didn't get what it initially wanted. The beast thinks to itself on how to gather more valuables for barter, not used to such bargains after so long in solitude.
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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 left arm puts the fish back, and they both start bringing the items to the eyes of the being within before placing them down to grab new ones. "Hm..." Auntie seems unsure. "You seem to be low on funds at the moment. I can't give you the fish in good conscience, but I have plenty of less... pretty... meat that I could give you for these." She takes the bones, teeth, and manacles, placing them in a tray in front of the window, avoiding even touching the holy symbol. "Now then, I think I could readily offer you... four pounds for this. That little relic you've got seems plenty magical, but this is a Gourmet Hell Emporium, and it might tarnish the goods. So, four pounds of smoked meat. That sound good, dear?"
It thinks for a moment, longingly looking back at the smoked fish for a second, before it makes its decision. "That sounds good, thank you." It answers, still content with this bargain, even if it didn't get what it initially wanted. The beast thinks to itself on how to gather more valuables for barter, not used to such bargains after so long in solitude.
The tray is pulled inside, but not by the skeletal arms, which simply twiddle their fingers. There is the sound of metal creaking and scraping against itself, the crackling of flames, little footsteps, and finally, the tray is pushed back out with some barbecued meat on it. It's impossible to tell what cut it is, especially since there's no skin or bone, but it's quite beautiful and smells as such. "Here you go, dear. If you're looking for some work, I might have some suggestions."
It thinks for a moment, longingly looking back at the smoked fish for a second, before it makes its decision. "That sounds good, thank you." It answers, still content with this bargain, even if it didn't get what it initially wanted. The beast thinks to itself on how to gather more valuables for barter, not used to such bargains after so long in solitude.
The tray is pulled inside, but not by the skeletal arms, which simply twiddle their fingers. There is the sound of metal creaking and scraping against itself, the crackling of flames, little footsteps, and finally, the tray is pushed back out with some barbecued meat on it. It's impossible to tell what cut it is, especially since there's no skin or bone, but it's quite beautiful and smells as such. "Here you go, dear. If you're looking for some work, I might have some suggestions."
The moth-beast seems intrigued by her words, carefully picking up the smoked meat in its large talons and delicately wrapping it in silk to preserve its warmth. As much as it wants to devour its bartered barbecue this instant, it has talking to do. "Thanks again. I'd be happy to hear your suggestions- any idea of where to start is much appreciated."
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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 tray is pulled inside, but not by the skeletal arms, which simply twiddle their fingers. There is the sound of metal creaking and scraping against itself, the crackling of flames, little footsteps, and finally, the tray is pushed back out with some barbecued meat on it. It's impossible to tell what cut it is, especially since there's no skin or bone, but it's quite beautiful and smells as such. "Here you go, dear. If you're looking for some work, I might have some suggestions."
The moth-beast seems intrigued by her words, carefully picking up the smoked meat in its large talons and delicately wrapping it in silk to preserve its warmth. As much as it wants to devour its bartered barbecue this instant, it has talking to do. "Thanks again. I'd be happy to hear your suggestions- any idea of where to start is much appreciated."
The lenses behind the boards flash in the dim sunlight as Auntie Bellow moves closer. Her glowing orange eyes can be seen peering out from behind them. "Well, there are some mine entrances to the east. You could get some Charnel Gold there. You could also join the Hunter's Guild. They're always hiring, and you seem to be the strong sort. The Harvesters are tough, but if you can bring em' down, it's very lucrative." She chuckles. "And of course, if you're the sneaky type, you can always check out the castle. Tons of Harvesters, but that's where they drop off their loads. Not that I'm encouraging any crimes, dear..." She laughs outright this time.
The tray is pulled inside, but not by the skeletal arms, which simply twiddle their fingers. There is the sound of metal creaking and scraping against itself, the crackling of flames, little footsteps, and finally, the tray is pushed back out with some barbecued meat on it. It's impossible to tell what cut it is, especially since there's no skin or bone, but it's quite beautiful and smells as such. "Here you go, dear. If you're looking for some work, I might have some suggestions."
The moth-beast seems intrigued by her words, carefully picking up the smoked meat in its large talons and delicately wrapping it in silk to preserve its warmth. As much as it wants to devour its bartered barbecue this instant, it has talking to do. "Thanks again. I'd be happy to hear your suggestions- any idea of where to start is much appreciated."
The lenses behind the boards flash in the dim sunlight as Auntie Bellow moves closer. Her glowing orange eyes can be seen peering out from behind them. "Well, there are some mine entrances to the east. You could get some Charnel Gold there. You could also join the Hunter's Guild. They're always hiring, and you seem to be the strong sort. The Harvesters are tough, but if you can bring em' down, it's very lucrative." She chuckles. "And of course, if you're the sneaky type, you can always check out the castle. Tons of Harvesters, but that's where they drop off their loads. Not that I'm encouraging any crimes, dear..." She laughs outright this time.
Adeline takes all this information in, its antennae twitching as it ponders which path sounds most appealing. After a brief while of thinking things through, the beast finds which decision it wants- well, at least, prefers most via process of elimination. "Where would I go to join this Hunter's Guild? I'm not the stealthiest, and I've had more than enough of caverns for one lifetime."
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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 lenses behind the boards flash in the dim sunlight as Auntie Bellow moves closer. Her glowing orange eyes can be seen peering out from behind them. "Well, there are some mine entrances to the east. You could get some Charnel Gold there. You could also join the Hunter's Guild. They're always hiring, and you seem to be the strong sort. The Harvesters are tough, but if you can bring em' down, it's very lucrative." She chuckles. "And of course, if you're the sneaky type, you can always check out the castle. Tons of Harvesters, but that's where they drop off their loads. Not that I'm encouraging any crimes, dear..." She laughs outright this time.
Adeline takes all this information in, its antennae twitching as it ponders which path sounds most appealing. After a brief while of thinking things through, the beast finds which decision it wants- well, at least, prefers most via process of elimination. "Where would I go to join this Hunter's Guild? I'm not the stealthiest, and I've had more than enough of caverns for one lifetime."
"It's in Neapolitan City. Follow the sugar on the breeze and you'll reach it. Just don't go picking around in any corpse heaps. That place has a strange way of respecting its dead, and the Guild is part of that." The skeleton arms are pulled in through the window. "Although, should you bring me back some of that wonderful Charnel Gold they've stuffed into every nook and cranny... I won't tell a soul." She cackles.
Linward Locke is wandering the streets of Neapolitan City
He hears the ripping of flesh one alley over. "Oh, for me?" Comes a man's voice, altered slightly. A giggle. "They left you all to rot, didn't they? Better than letting the Harvesters get you, I guess... heehee!"
Linward Locke is wandering the streets of Neapolitan City
He hears the ripping of flesh one alley over. "Oh, for me?" Comes a man's voice, altered slightly. A giggle. "They left you all to rot, didn't they? Better than letting the Harvesters get you, I guess... heehee!"
Linward stays deathly silent, and looks for somewhere to hide
He hears the ripping of flesh one alley over. "Oh, for me?" Comes a man's voice, altered slightly. A giggle. "They left you all to rot, didn't they? Better than letting the Harvesters get you, I guess... heehee!"
Linward stays deathly silent, and looks for somewhere to hide
Every hiding space is filled with bodies. Rust. Neglect. "Ahhhh... we have an audience..." They have a deliberately feminine affect, an almost comedic high-pitched tone. "I can hear... their hhhhhhheeaaarrrt..."
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'That's a pretty name. Are you a friend of the Queen? Apologies if that's not the question to ask, but I'm kind of new here'
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Its moth-fuzz puffs up even more in surprise- it's clearly not used to compliments. "No, I'm quite the opposite, actually. She ruined my life, and I hope to ruin hers."
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 strangely-shaped caravan is going across the road, pulled by a massive hog. The driver can't be seen, but they can be heard inside the leaning, one-wheeled vehicle. It sways from side to side, bouncing slightly. It looks like an illustration from a children's book, all built out of warped planks and rusty nails.
"When I'm awake
I can't outrun what I have seen
Each step I take
Feels like I'm crawling through a dream"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
'That's... interesting. I can't say I like here either, I was just beginning to look into my past when she dragged me here'
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The beast approaches a bit more, now making no effort to hide, though it tries to be plainly visible so as to not startle the caravan. "How curious..." It mutters to itself, watching with great interest.
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 pig slows down, and the beast can hear the source of the small voice quickly moving around inside the caravan. The strange mobile building begins to unfold, revealing smoked and cured meats of yet-unknown cuts, lanterns, fuel, and various other goods hanging from door-like constructions. A pair of glasses glint between the boards on a window. Many-jointed skeleton arms reach out and ring a little triangle, causing the pig to move to the side of the road and flop down. The triangle is then hung on a peg, and the hands gesture sweepingly.
"Howdy! I'm Auntie Bellow, and this is Auntie Bellow's Gourmet Hell Emporium!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The behemoth cautiously approaches a bit, mostly drawn closer by the smell of the cooked meats for sale, though it's definitely cautious. "Hello. I'm... I think I'm called Adeline? How much is it for..." It trails off for a second, uncertain about what draws its eye the most, before it settles on a large smoked fish of unknown species, held aloft by a hook through its gills. "...for this?" It gestures to the item with a talon, before it checks a woven silk-and-sinew pouch at its side for whatever trinkets its past meals had that could be valuable.
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 skeleton arm slides the hook onto its finger, lifting the grade-school-student-sized fish with no issue. "I'd say about... two pounds of Charnel Gold, if you have it. Or we could trade in magical components, if that interests you. And of course, there are coins, but around here food is so scarce that it's better to barter."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Adeline leafs through its makeshift satchel, producing assorted trinkets- some copper coins and a two gold coins (no silver, for obvious reasons), a holy symbol, a locket with a picture too muddled to see, some gold teeth, old bones carved with desperate prayers, some rusted manacles it holds with utmost caution- but no Charnel Gold. "...I think magical components might be doable. Do any of these suffice?" It gestures to the assortment of collected curios.
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 left arm puts the fish back, and they both start bringing the items to the eyes of the being within before placing them down to grab new ones. "Hm..." Auntie seems unsure. "You seem to be low on funds at the moment. I can't give you the fish in good conscience, but I have plenty of less... pretty... meat that I could give you for these." She takes the bones, teeth, and manacles, placing them in a tray in front of the window, avoiding even touching the holy symbol. "Now then, I think I could readily offer you... four pounds for this. That little relic you've got seems plenty magical, but this is a Gourmet Hell Emporium, and it might tarnish the goods. So, four pounds of smoked meat. That sound good, dear?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
It thinks for a moment, longingly looking back at the smoked fish for a second, before it makes its decision. "That sounds good, thank you." It answers, still content with this bargain, even if it didn't get what it initially wanted. The beast thinks to itself on how to gather more valuables for barter, not used to such bargains after so long in solitude.
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 tray is pulled inside, but not by the skeletal arms, which simply twiddle their fingers. There is the sound of metal creaking and scraping against itself, the crackling of flames, little footsteps, and finally, the tray is pushed back out with some barbecued meat on it. It's impossible to tell what cut it is, especially since there's no skin or bone, but it's quite beautiful and smells as such. "Here you go, dear. If you're looking for some work, I might have some suggestions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The moth-beast seems intrigued by her words, carefully picking up the smoked meat in its large talons and delicately wrapping it in silk to preserve its warmth. As much as it wants to devour its bartered barbecue this instant, it has talking to do. "Thanks again. I'd be happy to hear your suggestions- any idea of where to start is much appreciated."
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 lenses behind the boards flash in the dim sunlight as Auntie Bellow moves closer. Her glowing orange eyes can be seen peering out from behind them. "Well, there are some mine entrances to the east. You could get some Charnel Gold there. You could also join the Hunter's Guild. They're always hiring, and you seem to be the strong sort. The Harvesters are tough, but if you can bring em' down, it's very lucrative." She chuckles.
"And of course, if you're the sneaky type, you can always check out the castle. Tons of Harvesters, but that's where they drop off their loads. Not that I'm encouraging any crimes, dear..." She laughs outright this time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Adeline takes all this information in, its antennae twitching as it ponders which path sounds most appealing. After a brief while of thinking things through, the beast finds which decision it wants- well, at least, prefers most via process of elimination. "Where would I go to join this Hunter's Guild? I'm not the stealthiest, and I've had more than enough of caverns for one lifetime."
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)
"It's in Neapolitan City. Follow the sugar on the breeze and you'll reach it. Just don't go picking around in any corpse heaps. That place has a strange way of respecting its dead, and the Guild is part of that." The skeleton arms are pulled in through the window. "Although, should you bring me back some of that wonderful Charnel Gold they've stuffed into every nook and cranny... I won't tell a soul." She cackles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Linward Locke is wandering the streets of Neapolitan City
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He hears the ripping of flesh one alley over. "Oh, for me?" Comes a man's voice, altered slightly. A giggle. "They left you all to rot, didn't they? Better than letting the Harvesters get you, I guess... heehee!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Linward stays deathly silent, and looks for somewhere to hide
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Every hiding space is filled with bodies. Rust. Neglect. "Ahhhh... we have an audience..." They have a deliberately feminine affect, an almost comedic high-pitched tone. "I can hear... their hhhhhhheeaaarrrt..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!