Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
“I’ll take the second one then. Don’t die.” *Gtg*
You try the door to the main bedroom... but it won't budge. It's locked from the inside, it seems, and the door feels rather well-built, so breaking it down would prove very difficult. You do, however, notice a faint symbol of a diamond around the keyhole of the doorknob.
“Huh. I’ve planted enough video games to know that I need a diamond key.” He turns around and follows Rose
*Arthur turns to him and says you joining us?*
“Yeah. Other door wouldn’t open.”
*Arthur then says is it locked or is jammed?*
“I’m assuming locked.”
*Arthur asks what kind of key you are looking for.*
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
“I’ll take the second one then. Don’t die.” *Gtg*
You try the door to the main bedroom... but it won't budge. It's locked from the inside, it seems, and the door feels rather well-built, so breaking it down would prove very difficult. You do, however, notice a faint symbol of a diamond around the keyhole of the doorknob.
“Huh. I’ve planted enough video games to know that I need a diamond key.” He turns around and follows Rose
*Arthur turns to him and says you joining us?*
“Yeah. Other door wouldn’t open.”
*Arthur then says is it locked or is jammed?*
“I’m assuming locked.”
*Arthur asks what kind of key you are looking for.*
“A diamond key. Not made out of actual diamonds, like the shape. Do you think we’ll have to look for a key of clubs too?” He snickers at his own joke
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
“I’ll take the second one then. Don’t die.” *Gtg*
You try the door to the main bedroom... but it won't budge. It's locked from the inside, it seems, and the door feels rather well-built, so breaking it down would prove very difficult. You do, however, notice a faint symbol of a diamond around the keyhole of the doorknob.
“Huh. I’ve planted enough video games to know that I need a diamond key.” He turns around and follows Rose
*Arthur turns to him and says you joining us?*
“Yeah. Other door wouldn’t open.”
*Arthur then says is it locked or is jammed?*
“I’m assuming locked.”
*Arthur asks what kind of key you are looking for.*
“A diamond key. Not made out of actual diamonds, like the shape. Do you think we’ll have to look for a key of clubs too?” He snickers at his own joke
*Arthur groans and says I swear if we have to find a key for each of the 4 suits I'm going to just find a way to burn the doors down instead but anyway let's start looking for your dumb key.*
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming, have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
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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 door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming,Fern peers over have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
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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)
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
*Arthur follows rose into the room and starts checking the tiling on the floors and the ceiling for any secrets.*
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She turns off the water and heads over to the chest of drawers and inspects their contents.
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She heads over to the cabinets and inspects their contents.
*while searching for compartments in the floor and ceiling, Arthur turns to Rose and asks how much you want to bet there's something hidden here.*
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming,Fern peers over have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
Fern peers over Jimmy's shoulder.
"Gross..."
Jimmy digs through it to find something to try on, “Fancy more like it. This is one high-fallutin’ family.”
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She heads over to the cabinets and inspects their contents.
*while searching for compartments in the floor and ceiling, Arthur turns to Rose and asks how much you want to bet there's something hidden here.*
“I’ll give you 1 of the currency used by 189 countries.”
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She heads over to the cabinets and inspects their contents.
*while searching for compartments in the floor and ceiling, Arthur turns to Rose and asks how much you want to bet there's something hidden here.*
“I’ll give you 1 of the currency used by 189 countries.”
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She heads over to the cabinets and inspects their contents.
*while searching for compartments in the floor and ceiling, Arthur turns to Rose and asks how much you want to bet there's something hidden here.*
“I’ll give you 1 of the currency used by 189 countries.”
*Arthur then asks if this is a euro?
“Yes and no. I’m talking about the TYPE of currency, which a euro belongs to.”
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming,Fern peers over have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
Fern peers over Jimmy's shoulder.
"Gross..."
Jimmy digs through it to find something to try on, “Fancy more like it. This is one high-fallutin’ family.”
""Where do you guys even find these places to have sleepovers in? Why not just do it at your house?"
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming,Fern peers over have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
Fern peers over Jimmy's shoulder.
"Gross..."
Jimmy digs through it to find something to try on, “Fancy more like it. This is one high-fallutin’ family.”
""Where do you guys even find these places to have sleepovers in? Why not just do it at your house?"
Fern picks through the cardboard boxes.
“I’m purty sure this is Corvi’s house. Mighty strange family, right? Drummer’s was like this too. My home sure ain’t as big and hainted as any of thar’s”
The door on the right creaks open to reveal an attic-like storage room. There are shelves and drawers all about the room, but only a scarce few boxes. An old-looking wardrobe- one possibly older than the house itself- sits in the corner of the room. There is a single florescent light on the ceiling that bathes the entire room in a sickly light.
Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming,Fern peers over have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
Fern peers over Jimmy's shoulder.
"Gross..."
Jimmy digs through it to find something to try on, “Fancy more like it. This is one high-fallutin’ family.”
""Where do you guys even find these places to have sleepovers in? Why not just do it at your house?"
Fern picks through the cardboard boxes.
“I’m purty sure this is Corvi’s house. Mighty strange family, right? Drummer’s was like this too. My home sure ain’t as big and hainted as any of thar’s”
*This isn't actually Corvi's house- it's a house that was once a rich couple's summer home, but they left and pretty much abandoned it later. Odds are, most people know that first part, but not quite as much about the second.*
As the two of you are digging through the contents of the wardrobe, you find some interesting things. Fern, while picking through one of the boxes, finds a photo album containing photographs of a happy couple and their young daughter- who is not Corvi. Jimmy finds an old hat with a wide brim that, while coated in dust, seems barely used- likely something worn once at a party or other gathering and promptly forgotten.
The wardrobe's doors creak as they start to gently sway back and forth on their own.
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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)
Leo looks at the 3 doors “Left one, left two or the right?”
“I’ll check the first on the left. You can check one of the other two.”
*Good morning-ish!*
You try the first door on the left... and it opens just fine.
Inside is the guest bathroom. There is a shower with a sliding glass door on the opposite end of the room, and an entirely ordinary ordinary sink and mirror and toilet. There is also a chest of drawers opposite to the sink, with a second mirror above it. A very small window is nestled at the top of the wall near the shower- likely designed with letting out steam and water vapor in mind rather than viewing outside. The ceramic tiling along the floor and the shower walls has lost its shine, and there are trace amounts of rust on the faucets and shower head.
Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She turns off the water and heads over to the chest of drawers and inspects their contents.
The drawers mostly contain neatly folded towels and washcloths, bottles of soap, and other various things one would expect in a bathroom. Though, there may still be other things as well. *Go ahead and roll a d20 for Investigation*
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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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*Arthur asks what kind of key you are looking for.*
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“A diamond key. Not made out of actual diamonds, like the shape. Do you think we’ll have to look for a key of clubs too?” He snickers at his own joke
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Arthur groans and says I swear if we have to find a key for each of the 4 suits I'm going to just find a way to burn the doors down instead but anyway let's start looking for your dumb key.*
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Jimmy sweeps his gaze across the room and then walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, “There better be none of them lions or witches in here.”
The wardrobe does not, in fact, reveal a gateway to Narnia- but rather, something much less whimsical. There is a trio of overstuffed cardboard boxes that sit at the bottom of the wardrobe, and an array of clothes that, while expensive-seeming, have lost their shine over stagnant years after being forgotten.
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)
Fern peers over Jimmy's shoulder.
"Gross..."
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Rose heads over to the sink and tries to turn on the faucet. “Hopefully the water still works. Else we’ll be dryer than the Mummy.” She lets out a small laugh at the joke.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Sure enough, the faucet does work, with water pouring out as is ordinary. However, the water is very cold, despite Rose having turned the hot water tap.
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)
*Arthur follows rose into the room and starts checking the tiling on the floors and the ceiling for any secrets.*
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“Hmm. Either there’s a ghost here or heater is broken.” She turns off the water and heads over to the chest of drawers and inspects their contents.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*while searching for compartments in the floor and ceiling, Arthur turns to Rose and asks how much you want to bet there's something hidden here.*
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Jimmy digs through it to find something to try on, “Fancy more like it. This is one high-fallutin’ family.”
“I’ll give you 1 of the currency used by 189 countries.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Arthur then asks if this is a euro?
Extended signature
“Yes and no. I’m talking about the TYPE of currency, which a euro belongs to.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
.......i'm an idiot I have no idea
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""Where do you guys even find these places to have sleepovers in? Why not just do it at your house?"
Fern picks through the cardboard boxes.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“I’m purty sure this is Corvi’s house. Mighty strange family, right? Drummer’s was like this too. My home sure ain’t as big and hainted as any of thar’s”
*This isn't actually Corvi's house- it's a house that was once a rich couple's summer home, but they left and pretty much abandoned it later. Odds are, most people know that first part, but not quite as much about the second.*
As the two of you are digging through the contents of the wardrobe, you find some interesting things. Fern, while picking through one of the boxes, finds a photo album containing photographs of a happy couple and their young daughter- who is not Corvi. Jimmy finds an old hat with a wide brim that, while coated in dust, seems barely used- likely something worn once at a party or other gathering and promptly forgotten.
The wardrobe's doors creak as they start to gently sway back and forth on their own.
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 drawers mostly contain neatly folded towels and washcloths, bottles of soap, and other various things one would expect in a bathroom. Though, there may still be other things as well. *Go ahead and roll a d20 for Investigation*
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)