Frostbite Spider Quest [Skyrim]
Jul 21, 2014 6:02:45 GMT
Post by Foyad on Jul 21, 2014 6:02:45 GMT
You are a Big Spider, perhaps the biggest spider ever, you don't know because there have not been any other spiders in the area for a long time. This is in part your own fault, you were a very territorial hatchling who attacked any of your siblings who dared come near. You do not have a name, nor have you ever wanted, needed, or in any way thought about names in general. You are a Big Spider, and king of this crypt you live in.
You have had a very eventful week. You have been slowly chipping away at the rocks lining your private ceiling chamber, carving away a tunnel that leads straight up towards the surface. Earlier this week, you hit a rock just right to cause a rockslide. You had had to dart quickly out of the tunnel to avoid getting a leg caught and crushed in the chaos, a feat you barely pulled off. Since then you have spent your time reinforcing your webbing and clearing the rubble, until this morning. This morning you were treated to a wonder of wonders, a twoleg who did not smell of rot.
The dark-skinned creature was pushing through your lair, cutting at strands as if he were being chased, or perhaps chasing some imaginary prey. He did not even see you as you crept up behind him, claws unnaturally silent on the crypt's floor. The first moment he knew you were there was the moment where you spit a glob of venom at his head, before he fell over silently. You know that you will eat well at this month's feeding time.
You stretch your legs and contemplate widening the hole, recently you've even begun feeling cold air across the many breathing pores that dot your shell, a marked difference from the stale smoke-scented air of your home. You feel like you've almost broken through, even taking into account your earlier setback.
"Is... is someone coming? Is that you Harknir? Bjorn? Soling?" The twoleg you caught earlier has apparently woken up as well, and is making strange and loud noises. You make a note to yourself to ensure your next meal is properly dead before you wrap them up, at this rate he will attract the scurrying fourlegs, and you will have to kill them to stop them from stealing your meal.
"I know I ran ahead with the claw, but I need help!" You prepare to leap down and silence your meal, when suddenly you feel the shift of something biting through your webbing. This is not the feeling of small thieves, but of another big prey, likely a companion to the first. You weigh your options for a couple seconds, then settle in to wait, perhaps you will get two meals out of the loud twoleg, instead of just the one.
"What? Who are you? Oh, never mind. Cut me down before that thing comes back!" You wait inside your cavern on the ceiling, shielded from view until the prey is directly beneath you, then you begin to descend on a line of thread, edging closer and closer. You aren't going to let this one live.
The new twoleg notices you and breathes out a single short noise before you cut your line and fall, pinning it under your weight. Your fangs meet flesh, and then everything explodes.
It is a pulse of light and sound, of scent and feeling, all leaving the body of the creature and entering your own. It reminds you of flowers and mountains, of horses and the men who ride them, of the strum of a lute and the tight pressure of a bowstring, despite the fact that you would have sworn to know none of those things. Then, as abruptly as it began, the event cuts off, leaving a cold hard dormant pit at the core of your being.
For a moment you feel the pressing need to retrieve a stone from the bottom of the crypt, but you shake the feeling off as your captured dark elf screams at the empty room. "Someone, anyone, please save me," he shouts, and you can understand him. "Anyone!" You spit another glob of venom into his face to silence him.
You are a Big Spider, and, know it or not, your whole life just changed. You have a mass of strange experiences sitting in your head, a dormant power in your guts, and an undefeatable need to answer a single question. You are a Big Spider, but what is your name?
[ ] Name
[Welcome to Spiderquest. A world where, due to reasons you may find out later, anything that kills the dragonborn becomes the dragonborn. The original never even made it through Bleak Falls Barrow. But what kind of person were they?]
The Dragonborn was a...
-[ ] Male
-[ ] Female
-[ ] We just don't know
...who was a...
-[ ] Khajiit who left the caravans in order to find their own riches, preferably in the homes and pockets of unsuspecting victims, before being caught in an imperial ambush.
--Advantage: Sneaky
--Disadvantage: Not used to actual combat.
-[ ] Imperial Farmhand who got swept into the war by the growing anti-imperial sentiment in their hometown, They rose through the ranks until they were sent on a mission to assist and protect Jarl Balgruuf. The Jarl sent them to retrieve the dragonstone, in part to keep them busy away from Whiterun.
--Advantage: Good at fighting.
--Disadvantage: Less good at diplomacy.
-[ ] Disgraced Thalmor, a high elf that ran afoul of the wrong noble, and got sent to the barrow on punishment duty.
--Advantage: Good at Conjuration
--Disadvantage: the very model of a snooty elf
-[ ] Lusty Argonian maid who was promised a 'great reward' for staying the night in Bleak Falls Barrow, they seduced their way in before running afoul of a big spider.
--Advantage: Joke option
--Disadvantage: Terrible at pretty much everything
-[ ] Write in. (Gm may veto)
[This choice will affect the experiences our Big Spider got from absorbing the dragonborn's soul, which will have some gameplay effects.]
What does our big spider want to do now?
[ ] Write in.
You have had a very eventful week. You have been slowly chipping away at the rocks lining your private ceiling chamber, carving away a tunnel that leads straight up towards the surface. Earlier this week, you hit a rock just right to cause a rockslide. You had had to dart quickly out of the tunnel to avoid getting a leg caught and crushed in the chaos, a feat you barely pulled off. Since then you have spent your time reinforcing your webbing and clearing the rubble, until this morning. This morning you were treated to a wonder of wonders, a twoleg who did not smell of rot.
The dark-skinned creature was pushing through your lair, cutting at strands as if he were being chased, or perhaps chasing some imaginary prey. He did not even see you as you crept up behind him, claws unnaturally silent on the crypt's floor. The first moment he knew you were there was the moment where you spit a glob of venom at his head, before he fell over silently. You know that you will eat well at this month's feeding time.
You stretch your legs and contemplate widening the hole, recently you've even begun feeling cold air across the many breathing pores that dot your shell, a marked difference from the stale smoke-scented air of your home. You feel like you've almost broken through, even taking into account your earlier setback.
"Is... is someone coming? Is that you Harknir? Bjorn? Soling?" The twoleg you caught earlier has apparently woken up as well, and is making strange and loud noises. You make a note to yourself to ensure your next meal is properly dead before you wrap them up, at this rate he will attract the scurrying fourlegs, and you will have to kill them to stop them from stealing your meal.
"I know I ran ahead with the claw, but I need help!" You prepare to leap down and silence your meal, when suddenly you feel the shift of something biting through your webbing. This is not the feeling of small thieves, but of another big prey, likely a companion to the first. You weigh your options for a couple seconds, then settle in to wait, perhaps you will get two meals out of the loud twoleg, instead of just the one.
"What? Who are you? Oh, never mind. Cut me down before that thing comes back!" You wait inside your cavern on the ceiling, shielded from view until the prey is directly beneath you, then you begin to descend on a line of thread, edging closer and closer. You aren't going to let this one live.
The new twoleg notices you and breathes out a single short noise before you cut your line and fall, pinning it under your weight. Your fangs meet flesh, and then everything explodes.
It is a pulse of light and sound, of scent and feeling, all leaving the body of the creature and entering your own. It reminds you of flowers and mountains, of horses and the men who ride them, of the strum of a lute and the tight pressure of a bowstring, despite the fact that you would have sworn to know none of those things. Then, as abruptly as it began, the event cuts off, leaving a cold hard dormant pit at the core of your being.
For a moment you feel the pressing need to retrieve a stone from the bottom of the crypt, but you shake the feeling off as your captured dark elf screams at the empty room. "Someone, anyone, please save me," he shouts, and you can understand him. "Anyone!" You spit another glob of venom into his face to silence him.
You are a Big Spider, and, know it or not, your whole life just changed. You have a mass of strange experiences sitting in your head, a dormant power in your guts, and an undefeatable need to answer a single question. You are a Big Spider, but what is your name?
[ ] Name
[Welcome to Spiderquest. A world where, due to reasons you may find out later, anything that kills the dragonborn becomes the dragonborn. The original never even made it through Bleak Falls Barrow. But what kind of person were they?]
The Dragonborn was a...
-[ ] Male
-[ ] Female
-[ ] We just don't know
...who was a...
-[ ] Khajiit who left the caravans in order to find their own riches, preferably in the homes and pockets of unsuspecting victims, before being caught in an imperial ambush.
--Advantage: Sneaky
--Disadvantage: Not used to actual combat.
-[ ] Imperial Farmhand who got swept into the war by the growing anti-imperial sentiment in their hometown, They rose through the ranks until they were sent on a mission to assist and protect Jarl Balgruuf. The Jarl sent them to retrieve the dragonstone, in part to keep them busy away from Whiterun.
--Advantage: Good at fighting.
--Disadvantage: Less good at diplomacy.
-[ ] Disgraced Thalmor, a high elf that ran afoul of the wrong noble, and got sent to the barrow on punishment duty.
--Advantage: Good at Conjuration
--Disadvantage: the very model of a snooty elf
-[ ] Lusty Argonian maid who was promised a 'great reward' for staying the night in Bleak Falls Barrow, they seduced their way in before running afoul of a big spider.
--Advantage: Joke option
--Disadvantage: Terrible at pretty much everything
-[ ] Write in. (Gm may veto)
[This choice will affect the experiences our Big Spider got from absorbing the dragonborn's soul, which will have some gameplay effects.]
What does our big spider want to do now?
[ ] Write in.