"Is this a... normal occurrence for you guys? Why do you keep having sleepovers if this keeps happening?"
“And why did you not tell anybody at school about them?” Rose pulls herself through the window with some difficulty, due to her overstuffed Carismatico Vintage Brown Leather Messenger Bag full of paper.
“You know there is a rumor going around you people tried to summon something. Which I’m hoping you didn’t. I’m Rose. From Art.” She stands up, her floor length purple hair dangling over her shoulder.
She wears a black mask with an Oni mouth pattern on it and her outfit just screams ‘Emo fashion’. She has a Pencil tucked in her ear and a can of Serious String in her pocket.
"Is this a... normal occurrence for you guys? Why do you keep having sleepovers if this keeps happening?"
“And why did you not tell anybody at school about them?” Rose pulls herself through the window with some difficulty, due to her overstuffed Carismatico Vintage Brown Leather Messenger Bag full of paper.
“You know there is a rumor going around you people tried to summon something. Which I’m hoping you didn’t. I’m Rose. From Art.” She stands up, her floor length purple hair dangling over her shoulder.
She wears a black mask with an Oni mouth pattern on it and her outfit just screams ‘Emo fashion’. She has a Pencil tucked in her ear and a can of Serious String in her pocket.
*I don’t know how I forgot this, but she also has Albino eyes*
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. That’s all folks!
“Memento Mori. All things die eventually, so make the most of the time you have left.” - me
"Is this a... normal occurrence for you guys? Why do you keep having sleepovers if this keeps happening?"
“And why did you not tell anybody at school about them?” Rose pulls herself through the window with some difficulty, due to her overstuffed Carismatico Vintage Brown Leather Messenger Bag full of paper.
“You know there is a rumor going around you people tried to summon something. Which I’m hoping you didn’t. I’m Rose. From Art.” She stands up, her floor length purple hair dangling over her shoulder.
She wears a black mask with an Oni mouth pattern on it and her outfit just screams ‘Emo fashion’. She has a Pencil tucked in her ear and a can of Serious String in her pocket.
*That's an epic character design damn, Draken you always pull up with something awesome lmao. To be fair I think you always have had epic characters, even all that time ago when I first saw them popping up in taverns. This is really random but I wanted to ask who your first tavern character ever was? I swear I remember them from like ages ago but I can't put my finger on it and its bugging me*
*I'm just about to head out of the house for the day but I thought I'd say I'll be back later maybe to start heading out and exploring, if no one else already has by then*
"Is this a... normal occurrence for you guys? Why do you keep having sleepovers if this keeps happening?"
“And why did you not tell anybody at school about them?” Rose pulls herself through the window with some difficulty, due to her overstuffed Carismatico Vintage Brown Leather Messenger Bag full of paper.
“You know there is a rumor going around you people tried to summon something. Which I’m hoping you didn’t. I’m Rose. From Art.” She stands up, her floor length purple hair dangling over her shoulder.
She wears a black mask with an Oni mouth pattern on it and her outfit just screams ‘Emo fashion’. She has a Pencil tucked in her ear and a can of Serious String in her pocket.
*That's an epic character design damn, Draken you always pull up with something awesome lmao. To be fair I think you always have had epic characters, even all that time ago when I first saw them popping up in taverns. This is really random but I wanted to ask who your first tavern character ever was? I swear I remember them from like ages ago but I can't put my finger on it and its bugging me*
*I'm just about to head out of the house for the day but I thought I'd say I'll be back later maybe to start heading out and exploring, if no one else already has by then*
*Thanks. I try to leave some things vague with some specifics as well. To answer your question, it was a trio of Ternikus (gnome vampire), Sylvan (werewolf Tabaxi), and Cerberus (stag Tiefling).*
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Rose puts down her messenger bag and looks towards him. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Rose.” She then registers his outfit. “Are you planning to wear that all night? Don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just very untidy. Again, no insult to you.”
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Rose puts down her messenger bag and looks towards him. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Rose.” She then registers his outfit. “Are you planning to wear that all night? Don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just very untidy. Again, no insult to you.”
Fern stares at the newcomer.
"They look easy to work in. Are you a someone from a more rural place? Like a farmer or something?"
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Don't you just love platypuses/platypi/platypodes?
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Rose puts down her messenger bag and looks towards him. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Rose.” She then registers his outfit. “Are you planning to wear that all night? Don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just very untidy. Again, no insult to you.”
Fern stares at the newcomer.
"They look easy to work in. Are you a someone from a more rural place? Like a farmer or something?"
He looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
Titles bestowed by Drummer: The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Rose puts down her messenger bag and looks towards him. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Rose.” She then registers his outfit. “Are you planning to wear that all night? Don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just very untidy. Again, no insult to you.”
Fern stares at the newcomer.
"They look easy to work in. Are you a someone from a more rural place? Like a farmer or something?"
He looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
He looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
He looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
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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 looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
Rose pulls out a paper. “What kind of resurrection? Cult of the Lamb style or just spontaneous?”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
He gives a whoop of delight, "Then thar ain't nuthin stoppin' me from whuppin' 'em all and learnin' 'em a lesson! The haints here are gonna learn to be afeared of Jimmy Brown!" This boy seems to have boundless energy. He stops and looks at Corvi for a second. "Hey... I reckon I seen you before. You were at Drummer's last sleepover, weren't you?"
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
He gives a whoop of delight, "Then thar ain't nuthin stoppin' me from whuppin' 'em all and learnin' 'em a lesson! The haints here are gonna learn to be afeared of Jimmy Brown!" This boy seems to have boundless energy. He stops and looks at Corvi for a second. "Hey... I reckon I seen you before. You were at Drummer's last sleepover, weren't you?"
*Sorry about the long delay*
Corvi looks back at Jimmy. "Yeah, I think I saw you back at the last Sleepover too, but unless I'm misremembering, I don't think we properly met until now. I'm Corvi. It's very nice to meet you, Jimmy."
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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 looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
Rose pulls out a paper. “What kind of resurrection? Cult of the Lamb style or just spontaneous?”
"Well, based on last time, I think it's more spontaneous- we just reappear back at the safe room when we die. Though, I only died once last Sleepover, so I don't know too much about it."
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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)
*Drummer! It's good to see you again, friend! I'm glad you like what I've done here.*
Corvi rushes over as soon as she hears Drummer's voice, a wide grin creeping up her face. "Drummer, you're here!" She practically jumps to hug him. "I missed ya. It's good to have you back."
*Its super good to see you too!*
"Corvi!"Drummer hugs back as tightly as he can. "I've missed you too, its so great to be back with you all. I love what you've done with the place too, a room fit for a legendary sleepover." He glances round again, admiring.
She maintains the hug for as long as Drummer wants. "Thanks. I tried my best to make this a really warm and cozy spot to hang out. Though, the whole eternal night curse deciding to show up for the third time does kinda put a damper on the whole 'warm and cozy' vibes." She nervously laughs a bit.
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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 looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
Rose pulls out a paper. “What kind of resurrection? Cult of the Lamb style or just spontaneous?”
"Well, based on last time, I think it's more spontaneous- we just reappear back at the safe room when we die. Though, I only died once last Sleepover, so I don't know too much about it."
“Cool. Where’s a good place for me to put my stuff? Hopefully away from the occult practices.” She says that last sentence with an extremely exaggerated hand motion and tone.
Fern stares at the trio.
"Is this a... normal occurrence for you guys? Why do you keep having sleepovers if this keeps happening?"
Don't you just love platypuses/platypi/platypodes?
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)
“And why did you not tell anybody at school about them?” Rose pulls herself through the window with some difficulty, due to her overstuffed Carismatico Vintage Brown Leather Messenger Bag full of paper.
“You know there is a rumor going around you people tried to summon something. Which I’m hoping you didn’t. I’m Rose. From Art.” She stands up, her floor length purple hair dangling over her shoulder.
She wears a black mask with an Oni mouth pattern on it and her outfit just screams ‘Emo fashion’. She has a Pencil tucked in her ear and a can of Serious String in her pocket.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I don’t know how I forgot this, but she also has Albino eyes*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Leo listens intently “Woah…”
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. That’s all folks!
“Memento Mori. All things die eventually, so make the most of the time you have left.” - me
signature but longer
*That's an epic character design damn, Draken you always pull up with something awesome lmao. To be fair I think you always have had epic characters, even all that time ago when I first saw them popping up in taverns. This is really random but I wanted to ask who your first tavern character ever was? I swear I remember them from like ages ago but I can't put my finger on it and its bugging me*
*I'm just about to head out of the house for the day but I thought I'd say I'll be back later maybe to start heading out and exploring, if no one else already has by then*
Back for the sleepover!!!
*Thanks. I try to leave some things vague with some specifics as well. To answer your question, it was a trio of Ternikus (gnome vampire), Sylvan (werewolf Tabaxi), and Cerberus (stag Tiefling).*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Equipped with a cloth bag (burlap sack) and a slingshot, Jimmy Brown returns.*
Jimmy clambers through the window grinning ear to ear. "Hi'dy y'all!" He hollers, "I heard tell that thar's some sweetenin's that need rustlin' up! Is this big ol' house o' yers hainted too?" He wears dirt stained overalls and some Walmart tennis shoes that look like they need to retire. A slingshot sticks out of his back pocket and a rolled up burlap sack is stuffed into his pocket. He kicks off his clodhoppers (shoes) as soon as he is inside and his bright eyes flash around the room.
Rose puts down her messenger bag and looks towards him. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Rose.” She then registers his outfit. “Are you planning to wear that all night? Don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just very untidy. Again, no insult to you.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Fern stares at the newcomer.
"They look easy to work in. Are you a someone from a more rural place? Like a farmer or something?"
Don't you just love platypuses/platypi/platypodes?
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)
He looks down at his overalls, “If I have my druthers I will be wearin’ this. I thank thar mighty comfortable. Don’t worry, I took my clodhoppers off o’er thar.” He points at the shoes he kicked off and you see the soles of the shoes are caked in a thick layer of dry mud.
He turns to Fern, “I reckon so. I’m from way out in the hollers. Farm land ain’t too great on account of the steep mountains but we can grow tobaccer and raise some right good steers. We really thar cause our grandpappy’s were miners but thar ain’t much of that business round no more.”
*ooh. I choose the Baseball bat and rope.*
Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer:
The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Currently inactive for most of the week.
“Well that’s good. Don’t want some ghosties getting mad at a muddy floor.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Aha! So thar are boogers round these parts! I cain't wait to git out thar and give them a piece of my mind!" He hollers eagerly. "Holt on, death ain't somethin' we gotta worry bout here, right?"
"Not to my knowledge." Corvi replies. "I'm pretty sure there's a similar resurrection thing going on here."
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)
Rose pulls out a paper. “What kind of resurrection? Cult of the Lamb style or just spontaneous?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He gives a whoop of delight, "Then thar ain't nuthin stoppin' me from whuppin' 'em all and learnin' 'em a lesson! The haints here are gonna learn to be afeared of Jimmy Brown!" This boy seems to have boundless energy. He stops and looks at Corvi for a second. "Hey... I reckon I seen you before. You were at Drummer's last sleepover, weren't you?"
*Sorry about the long delay*
Corvi looks back at Jimmy. "Yeah, I think I saw you back at the last Sleepover too, but unless I'm misremembering, I don't think we properly met until now. I'm Corvi. It's very nice to meet you, Jimmy."
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)
"Well, based on last time, I think it's more spontaneous- we just reappear back at the safe room when we die. Though, I only died once last Sleepover, so I don't know too much about it."
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)
She maintains the hug for as long as Drummer wants. "Thanks. I tried my best to make this a really warm and cozy spot to hang out. Though, the whole eternal night curse deciding to show up for the third time does kinda put a damper on the whole 'warm and cozy' vibes." She nervously laughs a bit.
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)
“Cool. Where’s a good place for me to put my stuff? Hopefully away from the occult practices.” She says that last sentence with an extremely exaggerated hand motion and tone.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!