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Nephviri would lick her lips when she was done with the one had. His blood tasted sweet and quite delicious from his emotional he had been prior. The sounds he made made her heart begin to thud in her chest. This was exciting and strange. He seemed eager to go forward with the other hand but he backed her up against the wall, and she let him. She didn’t fight nor did she make a big deal about it. She felt it would make the situation awkward if she did. However she didn’t not like this. A bloody finger laid against her dark lips and she would open her mouth keeping eye contact with the hunter. Her heated breath on the rough pads of calluses he built up over time. That long tongue went back to work how ever this time her mouth took a much more involved part as she would begin to kiss and suck at his fingers. Her saliva was hot and wet, something to be expected of someone like herself. His hand began to pull at the towel. She wore it only to be polite. Again modesty was not something she was used to and he seemed to agree. as he whispered in her ear she could only chuckle some as it sounded dark and sultry. She refused to answer. She was teasing and being cheeky letting him listen to her breathing, how her body moved and what he was feeling. Talking was overrated. Though Gin could talk all he wanted she liked hearing his voice. It was pleasant. Her hands finally went to touch his frame. It felt strangely warm between them. The cold wasn’t even a problem, now it was his clothing and she was also mindful of his wounds. Her claws scraping gently against his skin as she growled some. This was fast and raw, probably not what he needed but it felt right. he was getting badly as she felt his hand slip under the linen towel. Her skin was still damp and wetter in other areas. Her body was hot and plush which allowed his fingers to sink in. However it would probably feel weird as his fingers brushed around the base of her tail every now and again. Her left hand circled behind his neck as the same leg would wrap around his waste giving him clear and ease of access. She was becoming hot and bothered needing to be filled in the proper way. Nephviris other hand yanked and would unfasten his belt and it helped her slowly help him shimmy his length out of those confines called pants. She didn’t care much if he was dirty or overly eager but she did pause before making him look at her. A hand gripping his chin as a thumb pressed against his thin lips. “You sure?” She wasn’t going to force him but she felt he may regret it when done.

Nephviri would get all of the goop and grime off of her body. Scrubbing her pale flesh raw and pink. She got the webs out of her hair and off her horns. Her ears would twitch some as she heard some thudding outside. She would look around to see if there was a window but there wasn’t so she had no idea what was making that sound. Still it didn’t stop her from becoming squeaky clean. The time along had her thinking and more frustrated than anything. Nothing compared to the emotional breakdown. Then again as an Infernal halfling her emotions were stunted and so she didn’t feel sorrow the same way. Ad her bathing came to an end the smell of strange herbs filled the air with steam. Sitting on the edge of the tub she began to wring out her hair and moisturizing her skin with lotion from her infinity pocket. Hearing him begin to walk closer she didn’t bother covering up. Modesty wasn’t a thing where she was from and she couldn’t be seen as a high born lady even if she tried. Hearing his body lean against the wall she appreciated his distance. His voice sounded pained and she would walk over to lean on the opposite wall as she put back on her jewelry. She stayed silent even when he began to leave. Quickly she grabbed the towel from earlier and wrapped herself in it. “Why are you constantly apologizing? Is not like you did anything wrong.” coming to the door her silhouette could be seen given how pale she was. Regardless she began to stalk over towards him. She smelled blood. While she wasn’t a vampire she was a predator of sorts and it riled her suppressed nature up from the depths of her being. She would jingle some from the metals clacking together as she got closer. Nephviri eyes began to glow red as she would stand in front of him. A hand would reach down to his own as she found the source of the scent. And then suddenly a long slick forked tongue began to lap up against his wound and cleaning his fingers of the blood. It was dark so he couldn’t see the color of her tongue but its shape could be felt as she cleaned him up in a most strange manner to him.

“You apparently don’t if you were having the same troubles. See you aren’t even making as much noise as before.” Mostly because with her intense rubbing she was getting out the irritation from any loose debris that was caught in the cuts. Plus the warms of her hands was helping the inflamed skin. “You should let the salve work before we see you up.” She said as she set the thread and needle to the side so not to be lost or accidentally sat on. Upon his suggestion for the marrow she would nod giving a genuine smile. “Not a bad food truck. Once the marrow is rendered you can add it in.” Nephviri was about to get up before she was perched upon by the large predator bird. He would chirp and knead at her shoulder expectantly from being called by his master. Her feathers ruffled as a hand would reach up and pet under his beak. Such a beautiful bird. when it flew away she was reaching into the infinity pocket for some clothes and a towel. She really didn’t have anything for him so the most she could do was mend his clothes and give him back his cloak. Though she didn’t notice him until his boots were in front of her. When he knelt down to her level she froze. It was clear she was uncomfortable as her hair literally would begin to lift at the strands almost like a dogs when they were on edge. Her nostrils flared and her tail began to weave back and forth as if she was ready to defend herself. Though that warm rough had was strangely comforting as slowly she began to still and relax. His word made her furrow her brow quickly as her gaze narrowed. She didn’t take his words to heart for the first part of his heartfelt speech. As he continued Nephviri learns more about this half Elf. She hadn’t come across many in her travels but they were supposed to be abundant in numbers. All with their similar issues. It was sad to know neither side accepted them. They were similar but she was accepted by Infernals however not for good reasons. “I-I’m sorry that happened to you.” His fingers tickled and it made her breathing become less controlled as her chest would ebb and heave as she would breathe through her nose. Gulping some she did her best to stop herself from blushing but failed and turned her face away. This close he could see her freckle, could see her sclera was slightly black in comparison to his white ones. Effortlessly beautiful and yet cursed all the same. Closing her eyes she slightly sneered as she tried to keep up a prickly bravado so he would not take her kindness so heavily. She could betray that trust at any moment at least that is what she was thinking. Couldn’t let your guard down even despite the fact that he was spilling his guts to a complete stranger like herself. Still the action made her fluster and become less threatening by the minute. “Y-You really shouldn’t trust me… with that information. I could use it against you ya know.” She said softly as she watched him pull away. A sense of loss washed over her but she did not stop him from walking away. She felt this was all thanks to the human part of their natures. The human side wants to see the good. Getting up from her spot she would scurry to the stairs and begin to run up them clearly her shoes making noises against the wooden boards. Finding her way to the bathroom she would leave the door ajar just in case she had to make a quick exit. Lighting a few candles she lit up the room but just barely as she would turn on the water. At first the pipes rattled from not being in use so long and partially cause he pipes had frozen over. A hand on the metal she would funnel fire around he piping to unthaw and allow the water to flow up. Even then she had to wait as at first rust and dirt came out into the tub before it began to streamed clear heated water. Stripping and straining to get out of the muddy wet and cold clothing she had been wearing her body would ache as the bruises all over began to throb from the cold. Hurriedly she would would hop in and let out a small sound as she. Began to wash herself clean.

Hearing him hiss from applying his salve to his cuts and wounds she would at first ignore it. His well being was only her concern right now cause their interests aligned. After hearing hips continue to torture himself she began to grow irritated. It wasn’t his fault she was just not used to having a companion in a very long time and it was making her anxious. So rather abruptly her clawed hand would shoot out towards the salve and he would take it in her hands. “Geez you make too much noise! You’re supposed to warm it up in you hands not just apply it cold.” Rubbing the paste in her hands she warmed it up nicely making it sound rather sloppy and sticky. From there she would meticulously begin to press and rub it in properly into his wounds. Claws grazing his skin every so often but she did nothing to harm him. Her fingers came away a little bloody mixed with the salve since she was also wiping the wounds clean but she felt this was all she could do to help him. She had no healing magic… at least not one that benefits others. “There. They are shallow so you won’t need to stitch them up except one. Do you want assistance?” She asked as she tilted her head some closing her eyes revealing how long her lashes were against her pale skin. Wiping her hand on some cloth she reached into her infinity pocket and pulled out some needle and spider thread. Ironically it was much more sturdy than any steel when weaved like this. “As far as bundling up it’s best we sleep together. Body heat will do the body wonders when it comes to healing wounds.” She wasn’t wrong. Why an Infernal such as herself knew of such things would not be beyond his purview if he could see her as a person and not base it off of her race. ”hmm the food will take time to cook. So a bath would be best before then. She said as her magic continue to do the menial work. Once everything was ready she would set the scraps into the water and let it boil against the fire. “I feel rabbit would go great. Would that be too much to ask?” She said as she began to put in some berries and some other herbs that the rodents eat around here in the pot. Taking some thick wet bones in her hands she would crack them open and begin to season the marrow before placing them against the coals to cook the blood and nutrients inside. Nephviri knew a thing or two about hunting and cooking but she didn’t want him to feel he wasn’t going to be able to help. “well that all depends on the others around me doesn’t it.” She stated as she flashed him her own sharp glance. it was a gaze that said ‘try me and find out’. Physical strength he would win, however in magical prowess she would eat into his mind and make him a husk of a man if she needed to. Warlocks were not looked kindly upon for such reason but she had no good reason to harm him in such a way. “So do you. I would hope the looks aren’t everything to you.” She said with a bittersweet tone. She was not everyone’s cup of tea and so she never fathomed any attraction to form with others. Other Infernals sure or humans who fetishized other races definitely but she never met a human, elf or other race that found her to be appealing. Because of this she was misunderstood for her actions despite trying her best to do the right thing. It’s what led to her ‘I do what I want’ attitude.

Nephviri was so proud of herself and he strikers her ego like a good man should. Honestly despite her resting bitch face she had rather adorable expressions. For some reason he was calming to be around. Though don’t get her wrong her guard was still up and so she was unable to fully let herself get too comfortable with him. When he began to walk over to her she was brushing herself off of the snow and then gasped when he was suddenly standing by her. His body was sculpted very nicely and she was locked onto his scar for a moment before her pale cheeks flushed red before she averted her gaze. Clearing her throat she would move her hair behind her long ears before taking the tea he made for her. It was thoughtful but smart as having them both at 100% increased their chances of survival. Turning away from him her wouldn’t be able to see her face anymore but the blush had spread to her ears so he could see that as well. “Thanks for the concern.” It was the most he would get out id her for the time being as she began to drink the hot tea. Her body would warm and she would shiver. Her tail slivering gleefully under the cape looking suggestive of one didn’t know that Infernals had tails. Her voice broke some of the silence. “Looks like you found some things to keep us warm tonight.” She said plainly as she would refer to the bed and blankets he had found while she was below. She would continue to use her abilities to begin to chop up the food and meat and found another pot that she would use her fire to boil a stock from the bones and scraps from the meat and veggies. Pulling out her infinity pocket she began to pull out spices and other foods to help extend the flavor profile to something decadent and savory. Hell she even pulled out rice that would be added later to make a damn good porridge for breakfast. “I will handle the cooking. I would like to think you wouldn’t poison me but can’t be too careful.” Nephviri would walk over to the fire and continue talking. “I think this home belonged to a lower noble or a merchant. They had tons of stock in the cellar. Not to mention they have pipes in the walls to help heat things. Though I don’t know how it works but it would let us have hot water running through and get cleaned up.” Gods how she wanted a bath so badly. stopping all movement from his comment she didn’t know how to answer. This may make her look more like a villain than a hero. “I couldn’t tell from the catacombs as it fell on us. But I believe so. Spiders don’t do well in the winter and if they were brought here it wouldn’t be on their own accord. It would be under the influence of a cult or another kind of dark entity.” Nephviri didn’t try to make herself look good nor did she care what he thought. They would probably part ways after this mission was over anyway so all of it was temporary. No reason to show weakness or affections.

“Im as much a princess as you are a knight.” As he feigned his strength just as she did, she would hold back a laugh as she didn’t understand why she felt the need to do so. She hadn’t allowed herself to be close to others in a capacity beyond adventuring. Right now they were just surviving. As he leaned on her for support every so often she would have to readjust given their height difference. She wasn’t short by normal female means but she always tends to come in contact with men build like trees and mountains. Still it wasn’t bad being so close. Their shared body heat seemed to reawaken her muscles, like a lizard coming out of hibernation to bask in the sun. ”It’s Nehf-veer-y! Say it right if you are going to use it.” A northern (Slavic) accent came from her as she was becoming more excitable and from the Northern areas of the continent, at least that’s where she was raised. “Gah! Just… call me Viri for now if you can’t get it right.” She snubbed her nose and would pout some as she was a proud person and was exhibiting such behaviors. “I’m only on my own side and do as I wish on a whim. The man needed help. He explained what was happening and it sounded like cult activity so I..” Nephviri paused and would begin to pick up the pace as they had made it to the cabin. “Oh look there it is! Not as small as I thought.” She said taken aback by its double story. It even had a cellar which was good. Maybe there was food stored there. Even though she had spices and some food in her infinity pocket she wasn’t sure she had enough to share. Trekking up the icy stairs she would then reach for the door handle and it opened without much effort. It seemed the frame was damaged and it looked like blade spiders were the cause but she hadn’t seen any in the catacombs. Still there was no sign of life let alone any heat signatures. Getting him to the fire she immediately would use her blade to begin chopping the dry brittle wood and getting a fire going rather quickly as her teeth chattered. The fire slowly grew in size and began to warm them up. Given the circumstances she left the door open for his owl friend to bring in the herbs as she would slowly stand and look around. Dusty and the wind blew against the house making it creak something spooky. It was a lovely place to hide. “mend your wounds I’m going to check the cellar real quick quick.” She already had planned to help him mend those wounds he couldn’t on his own but first thing was first was to find food. Walking over to the front door she would go out as snow began to fall heavier. This wasn’t good and if it kept up they would be snowed in for a while. So shelter was found. Heat, water and food were now necessary and possibly a bath as well. When the opened the cellar doors she could tell it wasn’t touched cause the rusty lock was easy to pick and clearly had not changed in months. Making a light for herself she went down the stairs and found a tribe of dried goods as well as well stored wood and meats. It’s strange that none of the villagers found this and used it for themselves. If there were left overs she told herself to take a mental note. There were also pipes running up through the home showing that it was an internal heating system that took water from the well outside and heated it. Such a fancy homestead in deed. Using her powers she would levitate and begin to move her boom up and out to the upper home where she couldn’t help but make a big deal about what she had found. “Am I the best or what. Go on praise this devil for she has bestowed upon thee food and wine a plenty. Gahahaha!” She was quite the character when she was triumphant and with that the door finally closed as they would begin to hold up in this abandoned cabin.

Of course. I’m enjoying our time so far and the roleplay is getting good.

How rude was he not to take her previous predicament into account. She was strung up like a puppet and he thought she summoned such a creature? A scoff came from her as she wiped away the mud and webbings. Though she was surprised he put himself between her and the multitude of attacks to her person. It was strange as she had never been heeded with any amount of worry or true chivalry before. So the entire time she watched him even if it was behind her glowering. “You think I summoned such a thing? Ha! She was trying to make me a brood mare for her children. I highly doubt a summoner would be overwhelmed by their creation.” Waving away his annoying statement she would continue. “I control snakes not spiders. So you would know if I had summoned something. There wouldn’t be anything left..” her voice interrupted by more grumbling from the earth. His pain could be felt through the air as the scent of human blood filled her nose. Her pupils did dilate but she quickly looked away to try and get to her feet. With new motivation to live as Nephviri gasped from him grabbing her arm to get her to slightly come up off the ground. “Hmmph!” She groaned some as she was feeling a large bruise forming from the Spider Queen earlier. Being lifted onto his shoulders she reached out wanting to search the body for materials but realized it would be pointless as his grip would not let her go. The bouncing on his shoulder made her groan some the entire way. Then again she doubted she could keep up with his speed since her stamina was low. He could feel how soft and fit she was from the way he was holding her. Her clothes didn’t hide her figure but it did hide her tail are her cloak was off to the side as he ran. Why go through the trouble of saving someone he thought was the cause of this villages problem? His proclamation to hold on had her doing just that. Nephviri gripping onto him as instructed and clenched her eyes and jaws tight as she had put blind faith into the man. When he stumbled she let her training kick in as she rolled back to land on the ground as safely as possible. They lay panting on the ground and soon she was met with an owls talons on her thigh. Letting out a small chuckle she would carefully sit up only to be met with a cloak to the face. It got caught on her horns and so comically for a moment she struggle to get it off and seemed fairly human from his she was acting. Glowering back up to him she would gently take the owl onto her hand as she would stand with a groan. Her body was probably riddles with bruises at this point but she was willing to move. “No need to worry. Infernals run hot.. aa-aCHOO!” she said with a sneeze sniffling already. Honestly the cold was both a human and Infernals worst enemy. Her own cloak in tatters and him being so generous she would begrudgingly wrap herself in his cloak. A small rouge began to appear on her pale freckles cheeks before she would return his companion to him. “Yes but that’s not our worry now.” Her breath visible in the open air as she continued to watch and stare at the man. “So who do I owe the pleasure of having my life spared? My name is Nephviri.” The female was blunt but soon she could see him more clearly as the night began to take the area around them. Her night vision activated as she would go to him and help support his body on her own. “There is an abandoned cabin nearby. The farmer who brought me here told me I could use it to rest if needed. We need to mend your wounds.” It was her way of saying thank you for saving her though she wouldn’t outright say the words. She was stubborn that was for sure but for his companion owl to go to her so easily she couldn’t be all bad could she?

"Fuckin' idiot! I'm here to fight that thing too!" She barked in his direction as she remained strung up helpless Nephviri watched in astonishment that a mere bowman was able to hold their own against the Spider Queen; which was unheard of. Despite the short form of distraction she had realized that they got close to her a few times and would flinch in response turning her head. Wait; she was able to move her head now! Seems the poison was slowly dissipating from her body but not enough for her limbs to start moving properly. There was hope yet. Still the two were fighting and it seemed they were well matched. If only she hadn't let her guard down and was useless without her tools. Though it wouldn't be long before the man came to her aide.. finally. "I'm paralyzed you moron! Geez.." Nephviri could not understand why that wasn't obvious given she hadn't moved an inch from where she was hanging. The only reason her body would slightly sway to-and-fro was because of inertia. To her shock he dared to take hold of a pact blade that was not tied to him with blood magic. He must be experiencing excruciating pain. This brought her eyes to slightly widen in shock as he was wiling to hurt himself further just to get her down. It was stupid to keep hold of her blade but he did so to cut her down. "Waah!" She cried out from falling into his arms and then only to be dropped to the wet ground. She would tremble as some pain traveled through her body but it was better than being completely numb. "Thanks~ Book!" She called as the grimoire began to float and come to her side. The Spider Queen gaining traction towards them. "I call upon the dark forces of hell to answer the call of thine master! Grant me the power to vanquish my foe before me and bestow upon them unspeakable pain and agony! Bring forth hell fire and condemn thine soul to death! HELLISH REBUKE" She went on to continue her chant and at the eleventh hour the final word was uttered and a pillar of black and green fire engulfed the Spider Queen who was indeed writhing in agony and rolling on the muddy ground trying to put out the inextinguishable fire. The smell of burning flesh and the sounds of the Spider Queen slowly diminished as the soon charred body fell into the mud one last time. Panting heavily the infernal girl would reveal that evoking such a powerful spell took a lot out of her. Out of breath and laying in the frigid mud she shivered and took her time regaining the function of her limbs. Looking back to the man as she sat up on her legs she held up her hand and a pull of energy ripped her pact blade from his hand stopping him from being burned. She would glower at him as her ruby red eyes looked him up and down. They both probably looked a mess to each other at this point. Soon the catacombs began to shake from inner tunnels collapsing and blocking their way out. But places like this always had another way. Having covered her head from falling debris she then invoked another spell which was not common for warlocks to use. "Barrier!" She cried out as a haze of sorts surrounded them both and protected them until the quaking stopped. Once that did it was somewhat dusty and the chill began to settle back in before she was able to at least sit up properly. Her silvery white hair now covered in mud and cobwebs as she felt disgusting and overly cold as a side effect from the poison. "You are alive are you not?" She asked turning away from his direction as she wasn't doing so hot after using so much energy.

You're so cute. My gosh no I don't feel that way I just wanted to put out my intentions so you know Im doing my best is all.

I haven’t been feeling so hot the past few days. The fatigue finally caught up with me and I was busy because of the holiday. I will get to the reply today so there are no worries I promise. Though I do have to reiterate that my replies are sometimes slow or sparse due to the amount of people I play with or depending on my irl situation. So I appreciate your patience in the future

Nephviri was caught off guard when she heard the arrow fly through the air. Where did that come from?! Her eyes being the only thing able to move she looked to the side and saw a silhouette of a man and his bow. What was he doing here? Honestly she felt like he would get them both killed as this was not an advantageous location for a bowmen. The ceilings were short and despite the open space with the queens size it was difficult to move in some places. Still the infernal woman looked onward at her possible salvation. Not bad; skilled and lacked for none he wasn’t so horrible given the circumstances though he failed to acknowledge her presence. Did he think she was here of her own volition? No he probably didn’t see her as anything but an unknown variable at this point. “Hey! Let me down! You can’t beat her alone!” Then again she couldn’t talk. She failed to do the same. And her body was still numb from the numbing toxins in her blood stream. “If you want to make it out of here help me get to my grimoire!” While she spoke she kept her tone stern and did not yell so not to have her voice carry. Why should he trust her? Honestly here and the Queen looked alike in a sort of monstrous beauty. Maybe he would think her an accomplice caught in her own web of lies? Regardless of the possible thought process the man may or may not be going through she was right. They would need to work together. She still had her mental fortitude even though her body numb felt like it was burning from the inside out as every so often her muscles would jerk trying to wake up from their anesthetic. Being part Infernal some pains and poisons were tolerable so she didn’t complain. She didn’t care that her armor and clothes exposed a thigh her and her abdomen as that wasn’t important but it was a lovely view nonetheless since she was hypnotically gorgeous. It’s what fawned the attentions of the queen and why she wasn’t dead but instead considered a brood mare for offspring despite the multitude she had killed prior. “… Trust me or don’t but if we don’t work together we will die in this rotting dungeon.”

All the while, the spiders had let her through speaking of their mother so fondly. Chattering and clicking their mandibles she could hear that they were very hungry. Having ravaged these lands for the last few months would do that. They had eaten most of the towns people and their livestock resulting in an unbalanced ecosystem. Traveling further down into the bowels of these catacombs she finally got to the main alter where it was a huge dome-like feature of the underground city. As she stepped foot onto the soggy stones she frowned as suddenly green fire would light the area leaving Nephviri on her guard. Gripping her pact blade she would walk further into the dungeon as then the ground would rumble again only to reveal a raving mad Arachne as she dropped down from her nest above revealing webbed sacs that were clearly various shapes of human and beast alike. "Oh shit!" She cursed as she had to move out of the way for the massive spider woman. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my children?!" The Arachne roared before getting into a lunging position before going to pounce on the female warlock. "They can't refuse meal when it waltzes right into their home. You should just surrender and let them feed!" Nephviri dodged the initial lunge however she was stopped in her tracks from both webbing stuck to her boot and as a surge of smaller spiders began to surround her. Her grimoire came out once more as the pages flipped in a frenzy to a massive AOE spell. "Be afraid!" She cried as FEAR began to take hold of the weaker monsters stopping them in their tracks. "Elderlich Blast!" Black and green waves of pure malice and physical damage began to rock those spiders down to dead husks in no time, though she had used many powerful spells and so was becoming tired as she panted heavily in place. However because of her lack of mobility the Arachne would take hold of her causing her to scream as it echoed through the tunnels. Her weapons fell to the ground as soon she lost sensation in her legs. Fangs sunk into her shoulder through her light armor and injected paralyzing venom into her blood stream. Nephviri grew weak and strained to lift up even a finger as it was a fast acting poison. "Y...You won't get away with this!" The Arachne would just chortle and begin to wrap her arms above her head and against the wall. "Since you had to kill off so many of my brood I may just use you to make more. Healthy mana like yours it worth it. You should feel honored to be made a brood mate." More chuckling would take place only for the Arachne's sharp claws to slice and rip at her clothes revealing pale skin. "So beautiful and pale. Where did you come from? Oh this next brood will be so lovely to look at when you bare them for me." The Arachne mused as her spider abdomen began to pulse getting excited as Nephviri hung against the wall. "Shut up you overgrown tarantula!" She was still able to talk and use her eyes to convey her distaste for the situation. Though despite her being scared she couldn't scream for help. As far as she knew she was all alone and no one was going to be there. She had overestimated her abilities and underestimated their numbers.

Nephviri was already deep in the ruins depths by the time our protagonist was scouting up above. The smell of wet soil and something distinctively rotten filled her nostrils. Nothing she wasn't used to. Her cloak dragged along the damp mossy stones and her red orbs scoured the long hallway as there was nothing but emptiness. Spiders were ambush predators so this was to be expected but they probably wouldn't launch an attack until she was in the belly of the catacombs. Still nothing too terrible, honestly fear did not settle in her heart often; not since coming of age and seeing what true evils plague this world. Still she was optimistic that things would go her way. As she delved deeper she finally made it to the galley of the tombs. A large circular space with coffins embedded in the walls and tunnels leading in various directions. The rotting stench much stronger here as roots dangled from the ceilings and cobwebs and small nesting bulbs lay here and there indicating how close to the true nest she actually was. A snap of her fingers and black purple flames would begin the illuminate the area with an ominous hue. Being a warlock her powers came from evil and so she would exude such an aura despite not having the same values. However despite this she genuinely wanted to help this village as the evil that plagued these lands seemed cultish in nature and she just couldn't sit by and let it happen. Then almost as suddenly as she had entered, the sounds of clicking and movement could be heard as black and white spiders began to pour out of the tunnels. Jumping in the air her grimoire came out instantly and she began to spout of spells to help her with the numbers. "Ah you show yourselves finally. Black Blaze! Gravity!" Many of the spiders would squeal and cry in agony as they were engulfed in black flames into cinders. Some got so hot that their abdomens would burst open with their guts liquid. Gravity mushed them in an instant and yet they kept on coming. Some spit out webs to bring her down from above and others would climb the walls surrounding her. Their mandibles clicking and salivating their noxious poisons before a pact blade would slice them in two. "Hmm their numbers may prove a problem..." She said to herself as they got smart and stopped coming out of the tunnels. Hissing and making the ground shudder in their noises. Landing back on the ground she stood there waiting for them to come back out only to hear a hissing voice come through the middle hall. "Mother wants a word with you adventurer~ Come this way... this way.." A trap obviously but they were smart and had human speech which was concerning. Maybe a way they lured the young and old down to their dooms. Still she was curious and it was getting the best of her. Honestly she had never seen a Queen of spiders before and this was something she wanted to witness. Sure she had seen brood mothers before but this seemed different. They generally could not speak the common tongue and so this in itself was interesting. For the protagonist outside all he could hear was loud booms and whispers coming from the entrance of the tombs. No context it would sound like a meeting of two evil minds.

No need to apologize irl comes first so no need to rush or anything.

posted and I hope you enjoy.

It was all supposed to be simple, take the job, clear it and then collect the rewards. Simple right? Well it was anything but. The quest was literally described as this: Help needed urgently! Giant spiders eating live stock and ruining crops. People are going missing and travel has all but halted. There are also sightings of strange white haired women at the edge of Murkwood. Send adventurers to the outer Village of Southern Vellos as soon as possible! Now one would think it was cut and dry. Large dangerous spiders easy. White haired women, probably ghouls also easy. The lack of information provided was staggering as many an adventurer seemed to meet their end at this village. Something was going on and no one had a clue what to do about it. Still it didn't deter unsuspecting travelers and adventurers from going to this village and either turning tail or being lost to the ever decaying woods. A darkness was looming over the land for far too long, was there anyone to save this withering world? ---- On the back of a rickety wagon filled with slowly rotting food stuffs and supplies, the chilled winter air was so bitingly cold if one did not bundle up properly they would surely get sick. A black cloak covered all of the figure of a lone female who had paid her way to the town via this elderly man and his crotchety old ass as it would squeal and whuffle from the cold and achy knees. The old man didn't say much but she had paid him enough for him to get enough clothing and food for his family. He knew a way around the spiders that plagued his lands and while they had struggled to the point of starvation he had held out hope for someone to save them and bring prosperity back to their little village. While Nephviri could not guarantee results she did pity the man and offered to help him in exchange for notifying the guild to take down the posting. Unbeknownst to her that posting was taken by the other protagonist of this story; but that is another's story to tell. They had been on the road a few days and relatively speaking nothing attacked them in the night. A few goblins here and there but nothing major. When they finally made it to the rotting and decaying village, Nephviri would thank the man for his time and efforts and would get directions for which way to head. Not even a good nights rest, she wanted this done and over with. Honestly the main reason was because it smelled like cult activities which peaked her interest. Spider demons were veracious monsters that ate many things in their path and would keep humans as pets to feed on their young. They were intelligent and vain creatures who preferred the flesh of men as majority of their species was female. Still when she got to her destination Nephviri came across some marshlands that used to be the wheat fields; ruins that stuck out from the mud and mossy stairs with an ominous scent coming from it. Heated breath coming from her mouth, her hood being pulled back to reveal her silvery locks, as she then would descend into the darkness only to leave the lasting impression of white hair like the monsters going back to its lair.

Alright sounds like a plan let me come up with something so we can get started. So excited to be playing with you!

Alright then just need to know that my replies consist of 2+ paragraphs usually and I seldom do only one. If that’s good with you I can send a starter

Oh yes. An enemies to lovers sort of deal. But it was more that he mistook her for the monster only to see her fighting off some and then he joins in. The Arachne Queen catches them and holds them for a while as it just fed and then they fight together begrudgingly.

I love both options but the first one is my favorite. I love misunderstanding tropes. so if that is the case maybe there were truly some monstrous females of like the Naga clans and others which then when our characters meet each other in maybe an Arachnes web from after they insue in an physical altercation. Then they defeat the said monster and find an abandoned cottage to stay as they don’t necessarily trust each other?

I sent this in my own post but just in case cause for some reason I dont get notifications: I would love to start a role play with him. How should we get started?!

I would love to start a role play with him. How should we get started?!

I would love to let me read him over and give you an answer.

Nephviri is available and up for discussion on a roleplay if anyone is interested.