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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #900 on: August 28, 2017, 04:15:15 pm »

For the sake of aesthetics, what type of lama differs from person to person.
So I'm referring to the genus.

Well, a llama is a pack animal that comes from the Andes and likes to spit on things, and a lama is a venerated buddhist spiritual teacher.

So a lama or a llama?
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #901 on: August 28, 2017, 04:27:27 pm »

Lama with one L can also refer to the genus Lama instead of Llamas.
Confusing, innit?


I honestly wonder what genius it was that decided that a venerated buddhist spiritual teacher should sound like a type of spitting hairy donkey.
Most likely it's a language thing but still
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #902 on: August 28, 2017, 05:13:59 pm »

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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #903 on: August 29, 2017, 05:06:12 pm »

I think we arrived. Erika says, cautiously. The cart finally came to another halt. The cloth over the iron bars prevents a look outside, so people are reduced to basing it on how much the cart is shaking.
Could just be that we're picking up some more people. Still, it's nice when this thing stops shakin'. No way to treat a dragon, y'know. The little girl lies again. She told the whole cart about what she'd do if she turned into her "true form". Of course, she didn't have an answer as to why she hasn't done it yet.
Why do you want to call yourself a dragon? They aren't real, you know.
Nuh-uh! I'm real, so they're real. 'Sides, I read about 'em in a book.
I thought you said reading was a waste of time?
Yeah, that's why I got Egghead to read it FOR me.
Egghead?
Some geezer the family had on payroll. Or maybe they threatened to break 'is knees. Same difference.
...You had a troubled upbringing.
And you didn't? Get off your high horse, you'll break yer neck. Nobody's here because they're normal, ya know.
That one stung a bit for Erika. She always knew she was born a bit wrong, but it always hurts when it's said out loud.

Suddenly, the cloth is removed from over the bars, and a blinding light causes the whole cart to moan and recoil. Sunlight has become a most unpleasant experience for those deprived from it. Still, after the initial stinging in the eyes, it's a welcome sensation.
That reprise turns on it's head when they see the surroundings. The prisoners look to be in a massive grove, deep within the jungle. In the middle of the grove, and right in front of the prisoners, is a huge keep, so high that it can only stay upright through magic. There are walls, patrolled by some of the most intimidating guards anybody had ever seen. They all wore black plating, and the horns on their helmet cast a most threatening figure against the backdrop of the evening sun.
Everybody out! We've arrived. Don't try anything funny, or the guards are gonna give you some free ventilation! the man that was controlling the cart shouted. His breath was near-lethal, and he looked to be a man who preferred to marinate himself in wine. Fat, redfaced, and carrying a bottle around his belt.
The many crossbows on the walls, and the two VERY heavily armed and armored men in front give credence to his claim, and Erika and the little girl  both get off without a fuss. For all her boasting, the little one knows to keep quiet during this situation. Unfortunately, the other people in the cart seemed to disagree. They seem to think they can get away. Some attacked the massive men on the ground, trying to topple them over and using their weight against them. Their mistake was made clear quite rapidly as the guards grab one by the head and slam it against the wall. The wall shows cracks, and the skull is reduced to mush. The other latched on to the man's back. The guard oblidged, grabbed his legs and let himself fall backwards. The weight of the massive man and his armor turns the unfortunate attacker into mush.

Others attempted to flee, but they were cut down with one bolt each. Efficient, right where the skull and neck meets. They're dead before they hit the ground.
In the end, only the characters with personalities remain. What a surprise, eh?
There's one every delivery. You two girls will behave, right?
Erika and the girl nod vigorously, Erika fighting the urge to faint. As they enter the castle, things don't get any less intimidating. Everything is just HUGE in here, the doors reach almost 3 meters, and the torches cast the hallway in a most foreboding and threatening light. The flames glitter off the black armor of the knights flanking them, the only bit of color on them, apart from the gore that one neglected to remove from his armor just yet. Eventually, they reach doors that are even bigger than the ones they saw before, stretching all the way up to the ceiling, which is already unreasonably high. Two more black knights push their massive shoulders against each door, slowly edging the massive pieces of wood forward. A true testament to their strength.

Then, they come before the ruler of the castle. A man bearing armor overlaid with furs and an emblem. The emblem shows a raven standing atop a lion's head. A disturbing sight.
The man speaks, his massive black beard concealing his mouth.So these are the newest recruits? Why were they chosen?
The fat man speaks, much more calmly and respectful than before The one here is a very powerful necromancer, but she had a magical outburst. Too dangerous to keep around the school, but not malicious enough for jail. We deemed it perfect for this place. As for the little one, she's the most capable thief in all of Ortanka.
 Considering the size of that place, it aughta say something.

If she's the greatest thief, how did she get caught?
They enchanted the Jewel of Mastala as they transported it through the city. Teleported her right in here the second she touched it. She still needs a lil' experience, but she's most certainly good.
Good. Where are the other deliveries?
They tried to get away at the gate.
A shame. Although it does let me put our newest necromancer to test, I believe. Well, Starfish, you've done admirable work as always. Talk to Martinus on your way out for payment. Your code is forty-seven, password "The gorged raven".
You're very kind, Lord Bede. I expect to make another delivery in a month's time, but we both know how fickle my product income can be. This humble servant hopes to be of service again soon. The man bows, and makes his exit.

Now... You two. You will be escorted to your chambers. Attempt no escape, no matter how easy or tempting it may be. You belong to us now. Tomorrow,
 we shall begin your training as Huginn agents. I expect great things of you, I hope for your sake you do not disappoint.

The two girls are tapped on the back by the massive black knights that escorted them. They are carried deep into the castle, away from the world, and into their new life.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #904 on: August 29, 2017, 08:23:04 pm »

Hugging agents huh? Makes sense, sometimes all you really need to diffuse a situation is sneak into the throne-room of The Black God-king of Murderous Rage, tell them that theirs is the most impressive Evil Empire of Evil for a thousands years and if their parents can't see that then that is their problem, then just offer them a shoulder to cry on and a friendly ear to whine at...

Random thought, can dragons have feathers?
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #905 on: August 30, 2017, 02:30:55 am »

Hugging agents huh? Makes sense, sometimes all you really need to diffuse a situation is sneak into the throne-room of The Black God-king of Murderous Rage, tell them that theirs is the most impressive Evil Empire of Evil for a thousands years and if their parents can't see that then that is their problem, then just offer them a shoulder to cry on and a friendly ear to whine at...

Random thought, can dragons have feathers?

According to all known laws
of aviation,
 
there is no way a dragon
should be able to fly.
 
Its wings are too small to get
its fat body off the ground.
 
The dragon, of course, adheres to that

because dragons care about
what physics thinks is impossible.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #906 on: August 30, 2017, 02:28:39 pm »

so, that girl that had an outburst because she was bullied over a long time has been departed into slavery.
And the school decided, that one necromancer wasn't as important as several that did the bullying.
Her friends should be trying to find out what happened to her.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #907 on: August 30, 2017, 04:14:43 pm »

Author's note: Don't worry, it's not slavery. Considering Erika's personality and power, this is actually one of the better outcomes for her in the long run. The tragedy in the matter is that she really is a danger to everybody around her. How do you think she feels about that fact?


But I don't WANT to hate her, it was just an accident! Atsuko yelled, holding back her tears and failing.
An accident that left you in a coma! If Sydney wasn't there, we would all be fucking dead! Can you just consider that for one god-damned second!? Do you realize how lucky we were that there was a trained drider warrior in the same room as us!? Mahirma Uétak shouted back with a growl. Out of everybody involved, she seems the most angry. Nothing out of the ordinary for her, considering the girl seemed to breathe anger and pissed daddy issues, but she's still the most outspoken on how glad she is Erika disappeared. Logically, this makes her come to blows with Atsuko, and she's only barely smart enough to hold her tongue when Sydney's around. Sydney seems the least affected out of everybody, despite being quite close to Erika. When people tried talking to her about it, her eyes seemed to gain just that tiniest bit of sadness, but she seemed stoic otherwise. Called it "unfortunate.
She didn't mean to! Come on, we all know that you can't think during a magical freak-out like that!
No! We don't! Because we're not batshit enough to get those! Do you know what we do to unstable mages in the east?
She wasn't unstable!
YES. SHE. WAS. Always was! That little fucking weirdo smelled like volatile shit the second I saw her!
Atsuko took on a very unfamiliar expression. She was a very emotional girl, but a happy one. It takes a lot to truly get under her skin.
But at that moment, for the first time in her life, she felt pure, cold hatred. Her face stilled to a neutral stance, with only the tiniest hint of disgust remaining on her face.  She stretched herself to her full height. She's usually leaned a little in excitement or whatever other emotion she was feeling. Straight as a ruler, she was just tall enough to look down on Mahirma, staring into her brown eyes. Even Mahirma knew that this was a bad sign indeed as those red pupils seemed to drill straight her her eyes and into her soul.

And that's why you pushed her to the edge? Because she was that much better than you?
W-what-Zip it! You saw she was better than you, and your little mind couldn't accept that. So you got violent again, because deep down you HATE yourself. You hate how you can never measure up. You hate how all your friends are better than you. You hate that even some small "loser" could beat you.
 Mahirma could only stutter as the accusations seem to cut her deep, like knives carving her chest into tiny pieces. The fact that it's all coming from sweet, innocent, stupid little Kagari gives it such a surreal angle.
You think you're worthless. And because of that you act like you do, and make it all true. Do you want the truth? The real, honest truth?
Nobody cares about you. You're not even worth hating. Your father sent you away because you're angry all the time, and you spend all your energy getting back at him. He hardly even remembers, doesn't he?

Mahirma can't answer. When did her breathing get this shallow? When was her back to the wall? How did this all this happen.
Now get out of this room. And don't EVER talk to me again. If you want to do me a favor again, just go neck yourself.

Mahirma left the room in tears. Atsuko Kagari calmed down, and climbed back in her hospital bed. She can go home tomorrow, but had to remain "just in case".
If any of her other classmates come in trying to console her about Erika's disappearance by saying that she was a basket case, Atsuko may do something worse than show how much she REALLY pays attention.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #908 on: August 30, 2017, 04:24:36 pm »

I've been holding onto this gif for a while. Now seems like an appropriate time to post it here.

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« Reply #909 on: August 30, 2017, 06:50:55 pm »

If necromancy, a discipline whose iconic ability is a variant of putting broken things back together, has blown up like this, then one dreads to think what might be going on in the disciplines that actually specialise in explosions...

Hrmm, slavery/whichblackbirdorganisationisnextquestionmark comparisons...
Pay: zero/Presumably something?
But not really? I mean, slaves get paid food and shelter, probably basic medical care... These sorts of things are often factored into minimum wage laws. There are jobs that pay less, there are even professions that virtually require time spent as a volunteer... I kind-of feel that people put way too much emphasis on the wage aspect of slavery, it always seemed sort of petty in the scheme of things...
Activities: Mandated work/planned training+missions
But they probably get some freeform leisure-time, but within limited spaces and using limited equipment... But then a responsible slaver won't work them constantly either...
Freedom: runaways are hunted down and killed/"
Respect: generally ranges from livestock to "good people, but inferior, and ill-equipped for self-governance"/? "These wild youngsters can't survive in the world, we'll give them the discipline and purpose that they need"?
Lots of speculation there, but I do see parallels.
Oversight: self-enforced/self-enforced?
I expect that there have been times and places where treatment of slaves has been policed, but even then an owner can probably get away with most anything. It doesn't seem like Team Huginn needs to maintain the condition of the people it receives for anyone else's inspection... But then again, magic is a thing, perhaps they get magic personality screening, or there is some sort of ward that alerts someone if the recruits are mistreated in the wrong ways...
Sovereignty: none/some?
In practise most slaves probably end up with a collection of personal effects and spaces that are not generally interfered with, but could be if someone is in the mood to do so. People in Spy Cults probably have their own possessions and bunks and what-have-you but can probably be stripped of them for violating protocol...
Media portrayals: Unforgivable and intolerable/cool and awesome
It is strange how so many heroic groups are all about camaraderie and teaming up for a good cause and isn't their leader so wonderful, but anyone who leaves strangely turns out to be an enemy agent and ends up dying tragically or satisfyingly in battle or by blowing themselves up or attacking someone who was trying to save them or whatever... And heroes tend to be big-eaters, but where does all the food come from, and what does everyone else eat? Did that weak off-sider complain about being hungry or tired or sore and discover the virtue of struggling through adversity? Or just get mocked as comic relief? A lot of "good" organisations in fiction could have some rather worrying connotations if one assumes that the viewers' perspective is not always completely accurate or may be lacking certain details...

But it does sound more fulfilling than normal slavery. At least they will presumably graduate to full-fledged members and get to be in the same boat that the rest of the organisation is in and serve a purpose that is at least somewhat respectable, rather than being stuck in the classical slavery "trickle-down" effect where you obey your lords and masters because maybe if they are doing better then their house will be nicer and you might get to look at it sometimes...

To be clear, I am still enjoying the story, I am just speculating and playing "Devil's Advocate" because I can't stop myself.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #910 on: August 31, 2017, 04:50:56 pm »

This is the third one, is it?
The policeman nods and escorts you to the interrogation room. It's nothing more than a reinforced room with some magic-blocking scriptures and symbols, not even a table for the person being interrogated to sit on. Inside the room was, as you expected, another "sibling" of yours. He bears your typical blue carapace, and seems to be a bit out of it. He turns to look at the policemen and you coming in, and has the faintest glimmer of recollection when he sees you. It's no more than a twitch, and almost immediately he goes back to staring at the seemingly more interesting wall.
Well, Miss Aestinus. If you have any idea on how to make our friend here talk, now would be the time.
He hasn't responded to anything?
Not since we took away the collar the owner was using. Eastern nobility. She's being held in custody, but we actually can't do anything about her slave ownership. It's a "cultural difference" and if we apply the same rules to her we'd get far more political hassle than what it's worth.
Right. What was this lady doing with him?
Parading him around like eye-candy, I suppose. He looks made for it, no wounds and more spread out muscle mass. The previous two looked more like combat stock, in comparison.
I suppose that's not too bad.

You walk a little closer to your halfbrother. He seems entirely vacant, but when you come right up to him he cocks his head to the side. His face remains neutral, but he still seems interested.
Alright, friend. Can you talk?
This one can talk. He can speak Eastern and Common, and will appear as a learning savage to Master. His voice is even and dry, like he is forcing the words through his windpipe.
You lean back a little bit at how matter of factly he says that. ...Alright. Are you... Happy?
This one is meant to be a plaything. A toy does not feel sad or angry, so this one will know happiness as the master wills it. Again, in that same monotone.
This is freaking me out, man. you say to the cop, who seems to be sharing your idea. The idea of a drider, such a proud creature by nature, acting like this?
Are you displeased, overseer? This one has done as was requested. Development is too far along to change types. This one is also already sold to Mistress Murahim.

Suddenly, you hear some fairly shrill angry shouting just outside the door. The cop rolls his eyes and slumps a bit
Speak of the devil, and you shall see his tail...
The door flies open, and a stunningly beautiful woman stands in the doorway. Her skin is bronze, and she wears an explosion of colors that happens to stay in the shape of robes. There's no way she can put that thing on alone, and even now she needs to hold a piece of to stop it from falling off.
I shall not deal with this kind of insult! You will hand me back my property right now and... What's this? Did you intend to breed them? You think you can just get two of these together, and use MY Hashim without my concent!? How DARE you-Oh calm down! We're just trying to get information on the slave trade. You can get away with it, but that stuff's still illegal here, you know!
The noblewoman looks at you the same way as if a horse began reciting poetry.
This one... She's not of the breeders, is she? Some offshoot?
I'm my own woman, thank you very much.
Oh, how scandalous... She begins to blush, and covers her face with one of her hands, her earlier rage seemingly evaporated.
How unusual indeed to see one of the natural stock. Why, they estimate only two could POSSIBLY exist, and here's one in the flesh.

She steps forward in the room, almost floating with the care she takes in walking. The drider closest to you looks at her with pure adoration, strangely. An odd switch from before.
Hm. I'll be leaving now, shall I? The woman says to the cops at the doorway. Resigned, they step to the side, wordlessly complying. She gives the command to Hashim to follow, as she takes his hand in an almost tender manner. She uses her other hand, which was clasped to her robe before to touch you on the chin. You had to hold back a reflex to punch her, and merely twitch out of her hand.
Hmm. Tougher than even the bodyguard versions... Such a rarity you are, my dear.
The other drider quickly grasps the loosening bit of cloth she is no longer holding.
May I have your name, before I depart?
It's Sydney. Sydney Aestinus. And don't touch me.
*tch* Such a shame about the wounds. You would have been a most exceptional prize among your siblings. Oh well. Come on,  Hashim. We're leaving these people. I feel a shopping spree coming on...
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« Reply #911 on: August 31, 2017, 06:12:52 pm »

Considering that there were numerous eggs and none of the others survived, it seems plausible that we were regarded as not being capable of surviving, thus may not be one of the "two" mentioned. Unless they used magic to determine it, and that sort of detection magic seems difficult. That bandit lieutenant seemed to think that we were pretty much identical to our mother, but they also seemed to think that a former cult leader would be serving drinks at an inn, assuming that the guy who stabbed us was bragging about that story, which seems likely, and they were plenty delusional besides that, so not the best witness... But then again, with all our scars, we may be the "type" to be an overseer, rather than identical to one. Could be that our mother is "The Overseer" or it could be that they have many overseers and they are what happens when a slave is too damaged to be sold...

He seems to know about types and development, so at least some knowledge of the process which suggests that there is more to it than just brutalising/magicing them into submission and then selling them. Could be that once they are broken they start helping to break others, or at least spectate, or it could be that they are collaborative somehow... Perhaps a conspiracy of some sort? It seems likely that the_person_who_may_be_our_mother is either being taken advantage of, likely in extremely unpleasant circumstances, or has found a way to subjugate their children(Ugh, perhaps something similar to our new poison...), and is likely to have some sort of plan that involves these slaves being inherently and permanently loyal to their origins...

It would be nice if an apparently respected "overseer" being a drider meant that they were not completely being farmed as livestock, but for all we know the term is mostly a joke. "Slave in charge of slaves" is not exactly part of the pecking-order... The way that the woman talks suggests that the driders are all very regulated and contained though. To keep track of their exclusivity and to categorise them? If a drider is running things then it is doing so very secretively. And if nobody knows who is in charge, then it is typically easy to replace them without drawing attention. Pretty long odds that this is anything other than a breeding slave situation...

They are frighteningly obedient. Conditioning could do it, but it would have to be prone to failure, but, ugh, they wouldn't need to sell anyone that it didn't work on...

This talk of drider pride makes one wonder if Queen would help. Letting her out seems to grant her more influence. Using her makes her angry. Perhaps there is some way to collaborate on some things... But if anyone can cite the virtues of drider pride it is her/us-when-we-are-her/what-if-that-other-god-was-on-to-something-about-a-queen-and-she-is-not-completely-us... But then again, maybe she would take the malleable drider-slave as a cultist. Which seems like a recipe for disaster, can driders even mutate into drider-cultist hybrids?

One last thing. All this concern over our likely-siblings, the rising spectre of our biological parents and the reminder of their apparent lack of interest in our own well-being, and our own potential to be parent to swarms of hopefully near-mindless weapons that likely live for only a couple of hours, we are sort of getting a lot of parental issues all at once. Maybe we should talk to our father...
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« Reply #912 on: September 01, 2017, 03:40:09 pm »

Why are you doing this...
Hook didn't answer. This man, if it even is a man, hunted down every last one of his crewmates over the last few years. After sacking that town, it all started when they lost that useless moron. After his death, things only got worse. There were twelve of them, and this one monster brought them down to him alone. After the first three, they started getting wise. They gathered up people, they started spreading out. Somehow, he kept finding them, and started killing them. The guards were left as examples. Some left hanging from a hook, others left with broken bones... The worst one was the ones he covered in lantern oil, and made a candle fall on them when a door opened. They just screamed and screamed...
It left everybody shaken. The guards they got started running away from them when they saw what their enemy does to them. Every member of the raiders was killed in some other gruesome way, and then propped up just outside the respective cities and villages. The stories spread soon. It was always clear what happened to them. The only one that didn't get tortured was Bear. He swallowed poison rather than let Hook get to him.
Right now, Top Dog was wishing he did the same. He thought he could beat him using the ruins of an old castle, and covering the place in guards. Raids along the road would pay for it, and he would remain in his tower. Safe as can be.

He picked them off slowly. So slowly. It took him months to wear them all down, and the last dozen just ran away. One too many of their comrades found hanging in the woods, from a noose. The whole forest was lined with them. The hanging woods, they started calling them. Hook didn't stop, at any point. He grabbed them during the raids, always the one farthest back. Sometimes they only realized somebody was missing when they found their bodies in the woods, their face twisted in agony. Other times, a hook would just appear, pull somebody in the bushes, and an axe would come down and split their skull in two. When they tried to chase, caltrops would cut at their feet as he went into one of his many hidey holes. Sometimes, he even used flashbangs. Exploding powder that left you blind for minutes at a time. How he had them was a mystery, those things weren't for sale anywhere.
One man brought down a whole damned platoon of killers.

TELL ME, GOD DAMN IT.  AT LEAST TALK TO A MAN BEFORE YOU TORTURE 'EM TO DEATH!
His voice was softer than Top Dog expected. He seemed to croak the words out, like he only barely remembers how to talk.
You took my town from me. Do you have ANY idea how much my baby girl had to suffer for it? And you ruined all of that.
He finishes rummaging through his backpack. He had been doing that ever since he bound Top Dog to the pole. He used chains to do so, even had a hook on the wall to attach the whole thing. Top Dog knew he wouldn't get away.
So I'm going to ruin you. He said, as he pulled out a set of pliers.
Top Dog's teeth began to itch at the thought, and panic spread through his body. He wiggled and struggled against the chains, but he couldn't do anything as Hook stepped closer.

As always, Hook took his time. Top Dog screamed for every one. He was putting them in a bag, like a damned trophy! That's all Dog's going to be from now on. Another one of Hook's twisted trophy's. He recognized bits and pieces of his former compatriots. Speaking of, he knew that was Spider's club when he pulled it out. It looked very well-worn, but it couldn't be anything else.
Then it clicked. He DID know this bastard. He saw his face!
Fe innkeepuh. he said through toothless mouth.
A bit late to start remembering. It doesn't matter, anyhow.
The clubbing went on for some time. Just inbetween the spaces of the chains. Even when he missed, the chains squeezed into his flesh. Before long, his whole body hurt. It was a low, throbbing pain, almost nothing next to the pain in his mouth. But it still hurt.
I imagined this would have felt better. The end of the road. You won't even grant me that? Well, whatever. I'm dead after this, anyway.
He threw the club away and went to get something else.

Even through the horrible pain, the loss of his teeth, the panic of his imminent death, Top Dog's blood still went cold.
Lantarn oil.
Oh Gods no.


Alibert walked away from the burning tower, the screams stopped a long time ago. That was the end of the road. What could he even DO anymore?
He can't go back to his daughter. Not after what he did. The horrors he commited. He's changed too much, and it would be better if she thought him dead. Speaking of...
Maybe.
He saw that notice for the hamlet. Even knew the man offering. Ambrosius.
Glittering Gold, trinkets and baubles all awaited him. In exchange for blood.
He hardly cared whose it would be at this point.

He set off to the hamlet, to the Darkest Dungeon.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #913 on: September 01, 2017, 06:13:56 pm »

Yes, definitely need to talk to a parent about all this estranged family issues that we have gotten all at once, and we only have the one parent! Well, and our uncle... And that Rat Queen? Wow, wierd to think of the Rat Shaman, all that "live for for the tribe" stuff and her sense of inferiority towards them, and here we are developing a poison that turns into babies, extremely temporary babies that seems to exist purely to attack things that are presumably very dangerous. It is really difficult to think of any common ground that could work there. "Why yes I will be very careful to inject them into the tastiest, softest parts of the rabid polar bear that is trying to eat me, and then I will build them a lovely doll-house to live in and will maybe have gotten half the supplies before they all die of old age!"...
She would have an interesting perspective on our siblings though... Her own tribe was enslaved to Yendys along with many others, much as our maybe-siblings(mayblings) are conditioned to serve, though hers seemed less broken... Still, even she had the sense to sit in her home praying for revenge when it was clear she was outmatched. Slavery is law there, we could be facing a whole city, with its own armies and heroes... But then again, our mother might need a hero to save her... People may not like slavery, but they are not likely to go to war over it. It doesn't seem likely that we will be raising an army of undead any time soon. The Slaves seem too far gone to fight for themselves... Our appearance is rather distinctive and, ugh, that noble will probably tell all her friends about us, it sounded as though she was just thrumming with gossip after our encounter, we might be getting visits from kidnappers who want the complete set... Not like we aren't being hunted by worse things already so it is just another one on the list of reasons to never travel without a concealed weapon and several visible ones.
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Re: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure
« Reply #914 on: September 02, 2017, 11:05:12 am »

Reading 5 pages each day, already in the page 50 almost getting near the rest

Someone asked what the fuck the gardener's shield do? Or it was explained somewhere? (I haven't saw nowhere explaining, but maybe i read when drowsy and lost info on the way)
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