Rolled 70

>>34063688

>>34063688
>>Distract it while Jin attacks from above

>>34063731
Oh, and I choose to distract it.

>>34063688
Despite its absence,
>Other(?)
Is always an option.
My apologies.

>>34063688
>Herd it into the web
>Other
While sticking him with those web sticks we made, we do not want to touch it directly.

I was planning to try and tame it a little but I was NOT expecting lightning.

Rolled 88

>>34063688
>Distract it while Jin attacks from above

>>34063688
I want to herd it into the webs myself.

Or, if we're distracting, could we distract it while throwing our dud nets on its legs? You know, the ones too sticky for the harpy to use?

If we get lucky, it'll get its foot stuck to the ground.

Rolled 5

>>34063688
>>Herd it into the web

Writing

We should milk our own venom glands, rub it on sharp sticks and stab prey with it, there will be enough time to wrap them up once they're dead.

>>34064538
An idea for later, perhaps.
First we should figure out watertight container technology.

>>34064538
But how long will the venom remain toxic?
As an organic compound, won't it start breaking down as soon as it leaves our venom glands?
I know some toxins can last long enough to work, but I don't know how long ours can.

>>34064609
Spider boat, spider boat. Does whatever a spiderboat does.

>>34064728
Boats, jars, cups, I want it all.

I also want to install a door on the family nest. And maybe build ourselves a room addition.

>>34064757
>I also want to install a door on the family nest
I don't think we have walls, or even a roof.

>>34064781
I thought we lived in sort of a semi-dome of webs.
If not, we should invent roofs.

>>34064757
The fuck are you high on?
It's terrible high.

>>34064807
>lives in a great forest
>lives as a part of it
>wants roofs
I bet you enjoy your concrete boxes.

>>34064837
Anon, please. Nobody likes getting rained on.
And it would be super cool to make ourselves a sprawling web treehouse.

>>34064860
rain feels great, especially when it's hot outside

>>34064837
Concrete boxes, protection from rain/snow/cold/heat, running water, and a computer with working Internet. Yes, very much.

>>34064879
That's a dastardly lie!
Hot-rain is the worst method of heat you could get. It's a recipe for horrible overheating.

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>>34064132
Time slows. Your arms feel sluggish, like the air has thickened around them, as you try to bring them up and guard yourself. You can see the wolf's fur bristling, a spiked mane forming around its neck in the wake of discharge. The blue-white bolt, so bright it hurts to look at, screaming across the distance between you. You remember a storm from your childhood, how you'd hidden under the covers as the thunder rolled, noone home to tell you it was safe. The lightning illuminating our room in its stark light, a split-second of flash. You remember leaving for school the next morning, stopping and turning to face your yard. The tree reduced to a shattered, blackened trunk, thick splinters of wood strewn across the lawn and into the street.

The lightning slams into you.

There's a pain you've never experienced, the sensation of every muscle, every tendon rebelling, pulling and releasing, straining against nothing at all. Your heart stops, and you can count the seconds by the missed beats before it starts again, lungs burning as they catch and you pull in a fresh breath. Your scalp tingles, your fingers twitch - But you're alive. You steady your legs beneath you and snarl back at the wolf. You make to yell a plan to Jin, and there's a moment of hoarse squeaking before your body remembers how to talk.

"I- I'll fight! Hit it when it'sssss not watching!" your voice hops and skips, like a record with its needle not quite on target.
The young harpy crows her assent, and begins to flit around the oversized canine. The wolf snaps at the air, but no matter where the harpy goes, it won't turn its back on you. The knowledge goes a long way to helping your confidence, and you pull a pair of helplessly tangled string balls out from under a heavy root as you close in on the monster.

>>34065080

A delicate dance begins between you and the wolf; You stab and slice at it with your forelimbs, it dances just out of reach, and then it dashes back in, teeth cracking against each other as you yank your legs out of its attack. You twist and turn to keep yourself safe, forcing the wolf back towards the web, while Jin keeps above and behind its head, her silent wingbeats ensuring that she has more than enough time pull out of range of its jaws after each raking dive, the wolf not even aware of her until she digs her talons into its flesh.

An awkward dodge on the wolf's part sees you draw a heavy gouge out of its leg, and you hurl the webbing as it hops sideways to dodge a second swipe of your leg.

>Roll 2 d100
>Change the attack(To what?)
>Maintain your plan

Rolled 61, 18 = 79

>>34065106

Rolled 58, 47 = 105

>>34065106
>Maintain your plan

>>34065106
Hurling webbing and fighting it seems to be what we're doing now.

If we could bring the snack-web down on it, or get it into the snack web, that would be ideal, but don't take any dumb risks to get there. Also, keep usin' them webs girl, until you run out of nets.

Rolled 28, 36 = 64

>>34065106
>Maintain your plan

Watch for the electric buildup, that lightning was super telegraphed.

>Need sleep, good luck gents!

Rolled 44, 13 = 57

>>34065106
Maintain the plan.

Rolled 57, 90 = 147

>>34065120
>>34065156
>>34065168
>>34065195
Man, these rolls are just mediocre.

That seems fairly unanimous. Writing.

>>34065265
If we live through this, we're going to drag back a huge pile of food to our family then take the longest nap.

Can any1 link archives ? id rly like to cach up but Can only find the first one

>>34065343
http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/33912787/#33912787
Dere ya go

>>34065280
Maybe knit with mom or something? I want to talk to her.

>>34065394
Talk to her AND learn how to knit things well.

Because we can hardly do nets right, a hat or a pretty dress is just beyond us right now.

>>34065343
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=re-monster

>>34065265
If anyone is interested, I'm using more of a degrees of success/failure system than a flat DC type deal. There's modifiers based on your plans, and certain actions are easier for the characters to pull off, slanting numbers in their direction.

I.e. Jin going unnoticed is easy, you using webs is easy. Giving the webbing to jin in this fight would have been medium-hard, and, as you can see above, fighting the wolf is flat hard.

>>34065343
You can search my trip on foolz, or use re-monster on suptg. It was the only appropriate tag on the first thread, so I kept using it so people could find them.

>>34065432
I don't like lightning wolves.

I sort of want to run but it barks lightning so we wouldn't be safe up a tree.

>>34065371
>>34065426
and OP
tyvm, hope i Can cach up soon

>>34065425
That's what I meant.

>>34065270
The wolf tries to twist out of the way as you throw, and the first ball grazes its hip as it passes, sailing into the brush and sticking firmly. The second is dead on, or would've been: The beast snatches it out of the air with a blurringly fast bite. Which suits you just fine.

You fail to stifle a laugh as the creature begins to panic, slamming its paws into its face in an attempt to dislodge the sticky muzzle. Its frantic dance throws off Jin's aim, and rather than raking the monster's back her claws lock into its shoulder, and she immediately sets about flapping furiously to try and free herself.

The wolf's head snaps around, fur bristling, and Jin pulls herself free at the last second. A muffled bark is followed by an explosion of web and a flash of light, but there's no bolt to speak of. Turning back to face you, the monster catches your descending limb across the face, tearing a gouge though its eye and across its jaw. It releases a startled yelp of pain at the same time it leaps sideways, putting distance between the two of you and a tree on its blind side, trying to keep you where it can see you.

Jin is trying to get more height for another dive, and the wolf has managed to get a bit further from your web, though it is certainly injured.

>Circle it, pin it to the tree
>Rush it, overwhelm it
>Trust your armour, body slam it
>Other(?)
And another 2d100.

Jin will continue her attacks as bet she can.

>>34065884
>Rush it, overwhelm it
We want this thing either A. running away or B. dead. I don't really care which, we're too hurt to get greedy with extra food, but the combat needs to end before more lightning happens.

Rolled 13, 25 = 38

>>34065971
>>34065884
forgotmydice

Rolled 47, 3 = 50

>>34065884
>Other(?)
Circle it, get it so that when we charge at it, and it leaps away to keep us in its view, it actually ends up leaping into our trap web and getting itself entangled.

Rolled 98, 45 = 143

>>34065884
>Circle it, pin it to the tree

Rolled 58, 6 = 64

>>34065884
>>Trust your armour, body slam it

>>34065884
>>>Circle it, pin it to the tree

Writing.

>>34066019
Well, one of us did pretty fucking good.

>>34066300
Well, as long as that wolf doesn't maim either of us any more, it'll be fine. Damn lightning.

Mysterious OP worry creeps in.
Oh well, I'm sure everything's fine.

>>34067123
OP has an exceedingly slow pace, unfortunately.

>>34067297
Oh. I didn't know that. His first few updates the thread seemed speedy enough.

>>34067297
This isn't even that slow.

There are much, much slower QMs out there.

On more interesting topics, we could probably make some really effective one-use bolos by using sticky strands to connect two rocks.

We wouldn't even need to be good at it, since it's sticky enough to not need to wrap all fancy style, just a little.

QM on /tg/ spoil you, I'm use to wait for like a month on some quest I follow on other boards.

>>34067469
But where would we store them? They'd stick to anything we put them in.

>>34067506
well, we could make like two or three and just sort of carry them, or drape them over our back, when we're going out hunting.

>>34067469
i like that idea
but they're called bolas

>>34067506
i guess with a bit of training we could just keep a few (prepared) stones and craft them on the spot

>>34066263
Jin flutters uncertainly above, unable or unwilling to commit to another attack after her disastrous prior attempt. You stalk sideways, your body low and your front legs raised like claws, hissing and clicking at your now cornered prey. The wolf half turns, keeping sideways and doing its best to follow you with its single eye. It crouches lower, and its growl builds, fur starting to flare out again- It glares, chest swelling as it takes in a breath- and you surge forward, covering ground faster than it can turn to face you.

One claw snaps out, smashing its snarling maw in the other direction; an aborted flare of lightning flickers out and blasts a jagged scar into the dirt.
The other claw spears forward, crunching through its ribcage and out the other side, stabbing so deeply into the tree you can't pull yourself free. The beast shudders, legs spasming and pawing at the nothing, letting out a hacking wet noise as it falls limp on your outstretched limb.

You stand there for a moment, a violent tableau in the noon sun, drawing slowing breaths as your pounding heartbeat calms. It takes a few tries, but you manage to extricate yourself from the tree, dumping the wolf's corpse unceremoniously to the ground and staggering back. You hold yourself up, shivering, hands on your legs, as the stress of your fight and pre-emptive electrocution works its way out.

Jin is perched above, watching silently with wide eyes, as though she's seeing something much more impressive than you catchhing your breath and feeling like you're about to vomit any second now.
"You killed it." She whispers in awe. "It called the heaven's fire, and you killed it."
You're not sure you feel comfortable with someone looking at you like that.

>>34067644
"We -We both killed it. Together." you wheeze out, as the harpy circles down, settling back on your thorax.
She ruffles her feathers up, shaking and twisting her head side to side. "We did so little. So little. The thunder-caller ignored our claws, almost caught us with his rage. You killed him." There's a warmth to her voice, a plain expression of hero worship, of someone convinced you saved her life.
"We need to go back. They're waiting for us, for lunch."
She bobs her head again in reply, making a curious cooing noise in assent as you set about trying to bundle up your catches.

In the end, you need to dissemble your web for silk to wrap your food with. You're bone tired, and still feeling jittery from your sudden increase in wattage. It takes nearly an hour to drag it all back to the ruins.

As you step into the clearing, you're met by your siblings, hungry and eager to help. They grab the bundles, tearing back off towards your idly chatting mother with their burdens, while you take your time, walking heavily back to the auditorium and its occupants. Jin has gone quiet, though she hasn't moved from your spider half yet. If you hadn't checked and seen her blink, you'd have assumed she'd fallen asleep riding you.

>>34067670
Your mother is on you the second you enter her field of view, turning your head one way, then the other, checking you over for injuries in a panic.
"No, no, no, not fighting things like this. Not yet. Oh, little one."
She pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping an arm around you and crying into your hair, taking deep, raggedy breaths as she tries to calm herself.
"Little one, you are okay, yes? You are unharmed? Please, dearling..." She catches your shoulders in a light grasp, drawing you in front of her and waiting for an answer.
Jin interrupts from behind before you can speak. "She killed it. Not even heaven's fire could stop her."
Your mother's eyes widen in alarm, unshed tears gathering in the corners.

>I'm fine, I'm okay
>I'm strong, It wasn't hard
>Hug her
>Cry
>Other

Sorry, I re-wrote a few parts multiple times. Fight scenes are hard.

>>34067670
Birdwaifu acquired.
Seriously though, we should probably talk to mom about the whole thing too. Some dangerous shit.

>>34067701
>I'm fine, I'm okay
>Hug her
Pretty scary though

>>34067701
>>Other
>"If I eat it can I shoot lightning too?"

>>34067701
>Hug her
>Other
That thing was scary and we're real tired now.

>>34067701
>I'm fine, I'm okay
>Hug her
>Cry

>>34067701
>I'm fine, I'm okay
>just a bit tired
>>Hug her
>it was scary
>>Cry

>>34067701

>I'm fine, I'm okay

>>34067701
>I'm strong, It wasn't hard
>Hug her
>Cry

>>34067701
>I'm fine, I'm okay
>Hug her
>It breathed lightning
>Lightning is scary

>>34067701
>>I'm fine, I'm okay

>>34067701
>I'm fine, I'm okay
>Hug her
>Other

Suggest we do some knitting as a break. Talk to her a bit.

Writing. Reassuring mom with hugs, with a side of I'm scared and tired.

>>34068121
Sounds good.

>>34063688
It sucks you didn't go down the goblin route.

>>34068259
There was no goblin route.

And furthermore, there is already a goblin quest.

>>34067701
>Hug her
>"I'm okay. A little singed, but I'm okay, mom."

>>34068303
This quest is based off of a book.
Which is why i said it sucked they didn't go down the route, since it had a lot of material the QM could work with.

>>34068398
I personally feel that new monsters is better than just going goblin route again.

We're still going to evolve.

>>34068398
We already know that, and the QM specifically wanted to run this with a different route.

So what do you think we could turn into?

>>34068731
Idunno. I'm gaming for some kind of web specialist right now.

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>>34068731
Scorpion has been mentioned; maybe a Jorōgumo, centipede, Ant Arachne, Ushi-Oni, or just some kind of stronger Arachne.

>>34068802
I'm pretty content with what we've got now, honestly. Webs, sharp claws, usable hands. I'm probably most for a simple arachne+ instead of any big changes.

>>34068895
Yeah, standard is standard for a reason

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>>34068895
We should probably talk to our mother about it.

I personally would go for Jorogumo because it might give us weaving bonuses, but it really depends on what OP feels each evolution should provide for us.

>>34068960
I don't even really know what that is. I sort of missed where descriptions of what evolution were.
Web specialists are cool though.

Rolled 76

>>34068303
>>34068259
The current civ thread is actually a relatively awesome goblin quest, speaking of this, so I welcome you all to join this

>>34069019

There weren't any. All OP's said so far is that our next level up is a black widow.

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>>34069052
I was talking about another quest with a goblin MC

>>34069081
That one is sadly nearing it's end.

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>>34069131

>>34068121
You raise your tired arms as best you can and offer a wan smile. She steps forward in an instant, embracing you even more fiercely than before, murmuring your name into your matted hair. You squeeze back with as much strength as you can muster, whispering apologies and reassurances to your worry stricken mother.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," You sniffle into her arms. "I'm fine, we're fine."

You close your eyes, holding yourself tight against her as you both hug out your fears. You're alive. You can feel your mother's beating heart, your own pulse echoing it in your ears as she combs through your wild hair with her fingers, humming a sing-song tune while you stand with your arms twined around her.

"I'm just- I'm just really hungry. And tired." You whisper to her as you pull away, your mother looking down at you with a proud smile across her features, even as her eyes glisten. Her hands make a final slow pass through your hair, running down your neck and across your shoulders, trailing down to your hands. She holds both in front of her, leading you over to the pile of animals that your siblings even now are drooling over. She sits down next to you, and a late lunch begins.

Your shoulder harpy settles down next to her mother and sister, chirping and sqwuaking their way through two of the captured critters, although you can't understand anything they seem to be saying. Your mother takes the final rabbit-thing for herself, and you wind up sharing the black wolf with the rest of your family. You walk your mother through your fight between sips of your meal, eventually admitting the mess you made with your attempts at weaving nets. For her part, she acts appropriately surprised and shocked as you ramble through your story, offering praise for your fighting and laughter for your weaving, she promises to teach you soon. You manage to mutter that you'll hold her to it, though you're getting drowsy with your full stomach.

>>34069557
You wind up sitting half asleep next to your mother for the rest of the afternoon, idly listening to her chatting about the weather, the monster's migration, how she misses your father, whoever he is. The harpy fills in the gaps with comments on your brothers and sisters, and reminds her that once you've all grown up and moved out she can go and chase him into the ruins all over again. They share a laugh, and spend a while watching the other children play. Sefi sits and sings to your sisters, and the boys have decided that they are clearly wolves, spending the their time leaping and growlng at one another. Jin sits quietly next to her mother, watching you whenever she thinks you aren't looking.
You have six eyes, you're always looking.

The sun begins its slow descent across the sky, and the families gather up to return to their respective homes. Jin darts away from her mother before they take off to hand you a long, patterned feather, looking to be from the frill wrapped around her neck. Her mother watches wide-eyed, a surprised expression on her face, though neither harpy offers and explanation as they flap away into the sunset. You manage half of the trip before you're no longer quite sure where your legs are going when you place them; Your mother drags you up onto her back and ferries you the rest of the way home.
All you recall from the walk is the soft sounds of a forest at night, and the silver light of the moon filtering slowly through the shifting branches.
______________________________________________________________

>>34069580

The morning was a blur.
Not a 'so busy I can't remember' blur, but a 'fell asleep every time I woke up till afternoon' blur. When you finally raised your head and cleared your bleary eyes, your siblings were out hunting for lunch, while your mother had remained behind to knit new tunics for everyone.

Its probably a good thing she's a spider - replacing clothing as fast as you'd have to with a growth rate like this would be expensive otherwise. You're nearly to her shoulder now, and your hair is beginning to reach the nape of your neck. You have to keep drawing your bangs behind your pointed ears, it'd drive you mad if you'd left it to get in your eyes.

You set your body down across from your mother's, and she smiles as she begins to walk you through the basics of weaving and knitting...

Pick something to work at for the afternoon
>Nets and traps
>Clothes, hats, etc.
>Strengthen your string

You can mix if you like, it'll just spread out your development a bit.
Roll a d100 with whatever you decide on.

Rolled 65

>>34069600
>Clothes, hats, etc.

Talk to mom while we do this. Ask her about her life and adventures.

Rolled 97

>>34069600
>Strengthen your string

Rolled 53

>>34069600
We need to learn all these things, in time.
Might as well start with the very basics though.
>Strengthen your string

>>34069616
Hats and clothes would be really fun, I admit. Ideally, we'd have time to go over all these things, at least a little.

Rolled 6

>>34069600
>Strengthen your string
i guess we also need a few "basic" things with that

Rolled 82

>>34069600
>Strengthen your string

>>34069600
>Strengthen your string

I have to go with this, because with it we will have a stronger base for our cloths and traps.

Is it high or low rolls?

>>34069715
High, so we're doing pretty good right now.

We should ask mom about the feather, I bet she knows.

also I suggest we ask mom about the feather we got from Jin.

>>34069764
Oh yeah. What's up with that?
Does it me us and the bird are good friends now?

>>34069764
>>34069782
Not just about the meaning: we should ask what we should do about it, maybe weave it into a particularly nice piece of clothing, or just keep it as an heirloom, or whatever.

>>34069814
Good ideas.
While we're asking about things, we could also ask what's up with dad. Or why mom and he went out in the ruins so much.

String and conversations incoming.

>>34069873
Hoo boy. Time for gentle bonding and getting over wounds!
And hopefully mom will stick around long enough to teach us most of the web tricks.

>>34070054
I for one am looking forward to it.
Making cool shit and admiring our pretty feather.

>>34070083
Well, web tricks are our livelihood after all. Actually FIGHTING things hurts, and is scary.

>>34070117
>Actually FIGHTING things hurts, and is scary.
That just means we need to build weapons.
We've got a good half-lifetime's worth of modern human knowledge to draw on, so we should take advantage of that.
Spears, bola's, and everything wikipedia had to offer.

>>34070601
We need to build weapons, yeah, but I'd much rather not have to fight at all and have weapons just in case than ever use them. Webs and ambushes are ideal.

Should we go bow and arrow or bolas?

Also, did we do any outdoors stuff in our past life? Summer camp where we did some archery, maybe.

And that's not unbelievable. I did that very thing.

>>34070667
>Webs and ambushes are ideal.
I suppose, while we're still leveling up to the next evolution. But if we're to start moving out and exploring, we won't have the luxury of always ambushing our enemies.

>>34070700
>Summer camp where we did some archery, maybe.
With how our parents were always away and busy with work, summer camps/Girl Scouts does sound like something that they'd enroll us in.

>>34070700
Bolas first, they're an almost 0-skill weapon with the sticky method.

Bows if we ever figure out how.

>>34070749
Yes. We probably did all sorts of club and after school activities.

>>34069873
She launches into a lesson about nets, but stops only few sentences in, web already wrapped between her fingers in preparation to turn it onto something useful. She looks you over, blinking once before smiling ruefully. "I think, little one, that you will be getting yourself into all sorts of trouble, yes? No matter what I say. You will be needing something more." Her fingers blur, and she flips her wrists almost casually, and sets aside a skilfully done net before turning back to face you.

You sit, hands fidgeting in your lap as you wait for her to start.
"Our silk is strong, yes? Many cannot break it, and even fewer can break free. But we can make many things from it. You could weave a dress - or a set of armour. It depends on how you go about it." She has a thick strand of web in her hands now, and you watch as she pulls it into separate, thinner strands, before weaving it back together, running them around and over each other. The string she produces is shorter, but it seems no thicker than before. She grabs each end and yanks hard to demonstrate, grunting at the strain as it stretches ever so slightly. There's almost no give left in it, none of the elasticity it had before.

You catch on quick, her hands over yours guiding you through the weave, till you can reproduce the pattern without even looking at it. You settle into a slow, purposeful pattern, you weaving together your strengthened silk, and her speedily knitting clothing for your ageing family. A few moments of silence pass before you interrupt by clearing your throat, and drawing your mother's attention.

>>34070864
"Ah-" Your voice is still rough, whispery from exhaustion and trauma. It comes out quieter than you'd like, mixing into the soft rustle of the leaves around your treebound home.
"Jin, she- she gave me a feather."
Your mother smiles as she watches you work your way through your question, mhmming whenever you stutter to encourage you. Her hands blur even without her focus on it, and you watch, transfixed as a small pile of silk becomes a long tabard.
"Uhm. Why did she do that? It means something, right?"

She meets your eyes, and nods slowly. "Yes. Different feathers mean different things, yes? It is an old tradition, for delivering messages to people who couldn't speak in the same tongue. Or for saying that the feeling they wish to pass on exceeds words." Her tone is light, that of a teacher only too pleased to pass on knowledge to a prize student. "A broad wing feather for friendship, the smallest to show that there is no real relation. A feather from the leg to show anger, from below the knee to show a grudge that will be settled. A feather from the head to show admiration, love." She slows, quiets, her knitting ceasing as she taps her sharpened fingertips against the plat of her hand. "And a feather from the neck to show devotion, astonishment. A life debt, or a follower. It could mean many things, fierce Lyra. But above all, it is not something given lightly. Take care of that feather, yes?"

>>34070894
I guess we really impressed her. I guess flying things fear lightning a little more than we do. Which is a lot.

>>34070894
You nod, solemnly, and she turns her attention back to her knitting. Your next question sends her fingers askew, and she tisks at herself as she unwinds her mis-woven thread.
"Where did our father go?"
She puts her half finished tunic to the side, and looks up to meet your gaze.
"Your father... He has a wandering fire in his heart. If he did not, we would have never met, though it still pains me to be away from him. He is a mage, a researcher. An explorer. I traveled beyond the woods, yes, searching out ruins from our kindred of long ago. There is so much we have forgotten..." She sighs with a smile across her face, revelling in old memories.
"We met in the heart of a dungeon far south of our woods, little one. He thought me a survivor of the dungeons people! It took a while to explain, yes, and by the time we could talk properly, we were used to having each other nearby. And we got closer, and then... It came time to return to the woods, yes. Ruins are no place to bring up spiderlings, there are far too many traps, and not nearly enough food."

There's a faraway look in her eye that you don't really recognize, but it passes and she smiles down at you again. "Come here, little one. Follow along now." She turns and heads up the side of the tree, perching on another branch above you. Something like a door is carved into its side, and a spiral staircase descends into the heart of the ancient growth, lit by glowing stones set into carved nooks all around. She leads you down, till you reach a wide flat platform, and illuminated by the rocks glow is a treasure trove worthy of a dragon.


>That's it for this evening. Next thread tentatively scheduled for wednesday, aiming for 2PM EST.
>I'll be around for a while yet, so I'll field any comments or questions people feel like bringing up

>>34070894
>Take care of that feather, yes?
So, weave the feather into a hat?
Or the centerpiece of a necklace?

>>34070894
Party member get?

Can we put the feather in our hair?

>>34070954
>our father is a mage

We should try magic, too.

>>34070954
Are we aware of our level and the levels of the enemies we face?
Do we feel how close we are to the next evolution?

>>34070954
Doooh, the waiting is the hardest part. Thanks for running, though!

What, exactly, do we live in? Like what's our nest like?

>>34070954
thanks for running

the father is human, right?

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>>34071028
>it turns out it's an elf

>>34071028
We've gotta learn some of that language from momma.
Enough for "don't shoot!" and things like that.

>>34070954
We learned our language instinctually, because it seems to be partly a genetic memory.
Does this also include a written language?

Who normally archives this stuff?

>>34070956
>>34070957
Sure. How you keep the feather and if you display it show certain things in return. Degrees of respect, admiration in return.

>>34071000
Levels are displayed in the character sheet, which hasnt been updated for this thread yet. If you concentrate, you can find your own level, though mom hasn't told you about evolving yet.

>>34071012
The nest is a wide platform all around the tree, with a bit of a lip at the edge, and a kind of half roof in places above it. Arachne tend not to be bothered overly much by the weather.

>>34071101
You've got a working knowledge of spider language, which lacks a written form, and forest language, which has one.
Coincidentally, Both mom and Jin's odd speech patterns are a direct result of the languages they used growing up - Your lack of a pattern is because mom spoke forest language to you as a baby, Jin's and her own is because their parents use the racial language at home.

>>34071254
Hm. When we have to make our own nest, let's try to make it way cooler.

And at least one area sheltered from walls and rain for storage.

>>34071330
of course I mean WIND and rain.

>>34071254
Have we retained knowledge of English? Or are our memories automatically converted into Forest Language?

Besides racial languages, are other languages based on biomes, like Plain, Desert, and Sea?

>>34070954
Thanks for running!

>>34071361
That brings up a good question. How much knowledge did we retain from our past life?

>>34071456
Everything we remember, I think.

A better question is what we did exactly during our past life.

>>34071361
We certainly need to learn something other than our own. Not many people speak spiderish I bet.