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Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Tally Dor

When the goblin appeared a frothing drool pooled around Scri'erk's mandibles. She struggled to listen to the words the goblin spoke over her hunger. She had not seen a good meal in days. As the small, green humanoid's words fully processed in her head, she gave a vaguely nod-like motion in acknowledgment. His food would likely not be her style, she preferred a fresh meal. Still, if they had been sent by Isatar, this could very well be important.

Her attention turned to the golem's 'craftsmanship'. He had turned her webs into a tragic disgrace to all craftarachnidship. In a stern motion she shot out a web that replaced it, looking for more sturdy, may be capable of capturing a drow!

"Stop broking webs! Then I helps! Scri'erk helps Survivors. No eat!" She graciously offered, still keen on getting the Golem to finally understand. He was beyond thick-skulled, and she wondered if there was any brain under all that stone. Likely not.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Yeah I see what you mean. We have like a party of three right now :(

Fall of Faerieland

Oh no I forgot to message you guys! Happy new year!

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Tally Dor Sorry. I am super burnt out from work. I promise to reply soon!

Fall of Faerieland

Let me know when you guys are ready to continue. I am eager to see the group talk amongst each other!

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Tally Dor
Spider. That's what it came up with, what a disgustingly uncouth thing to mistake her for. As the golem reached down to pet her, Scri'erk instinctively caught the hand with her vicious claws, trying in vain to snip away at the stone. A series of slanderous hisses and grunts in her native tongue erupted from the spider before she managed to speak a more intelligible speech.

"Not well! Broke web! Not well!"

Fall of Faerieland

I will gladly use this one!

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Dark Cloud@Tally Dor

Thank you, I'm glad I got the tone across!

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Thin, spindly pedipalps scrapped again the ground around Scri'erk inquisitively probing the areas where her poor vision failed to fill the gaps. Her low hunkered body easily fit into a large gash in the wall where an earth tremor long ago likely split the walls. It hardly mattered to the large bug hiding in her newest trap. A large web she held with her front claws concealed her body and allowed her to use her longer appendages to check her various webs to see if a meal had been caught. She had gone nearly two days now since her last catch. Perhaps she needed to innovate once more.

Her train of thought was cut off as around her the earth shook again and again, getting increasingly more intense. Her pedipalps curled in to join the rest of her in fear, she had this happen every couple of weeks or so. All the webs she sprawled out would be ravaged, all because of a foolish denizen of the Everdark. As the tremors reached their crescendo, Scri'erks eyes struggled to watch the bane of her existence bumble on by. As the golem walked by her, Scri'erk scurried after it, eager to give the major pain in her Thorax a piece of her mind. Unfortunately, her low-crawling steps were nothing to the long legs of her adversary and she was struggling to keep up. Only when they stopped in an abandoned house did she reach them.

"Broke webs! Traps gone!" Scri'erk rasped. Mimicking language was not something she was great at, but over time she had learned to speak the common tongue of the underdark. Plenty of practice with those stuck in her webs gave her the skill, but it made her throat hoarse to do.
"Webs mine! Don't broke!"

Fall of Faerieland

I'd also include Gourmet food and maybe a few outliers, since this is a banquet from the king. Surely he has some good cookbooks in his library!