Our Mark... Is Not A Curse...

Crafting Curvesickles in Clandestine Coves... An rp blog featuring the Mottled Skarr Scout that gives the Curvesickle Their name is Marroon...

[mottled-scout]

A young Skarr whose shell is patched with dull blots skittishly burrows into the earth upon sensing an approach. A red and gray head rises slowly out of a hole a bit further away. They watch with curiosity. And then, between clicks and chirps:

"You speak outsider tongue, yes? Strange to use, but safer than speaking to my... 'kin'..."

Hi I'm @celerypudding! This is yet another pharloomblr rp/ask blog! In case you're wondering, this blog is for the is the NPC with probably the least amount of presence: the nameless mottled Skarr Scout who gives the Curvesickle in the Far Fields. (And not to be confused with the other Scout blog I just now found out existed OR the other mottled Skarr blog).

It's a lot less pressure for me doing this ambiguous character, first time doing something like this on Tumblr. It also means this scout is much more malleable than others, so everything is purely headcanon but might as well be canon for how little screen time this kid has. My depiction's name is Marroon, and they go by any pronouns, by the way.

I'm not a very fast responder nor will I always have the time to, I've got classes. Also, please let me know if I make a mess up or make you uncomfortable, I've made the mistake before. This should be fun, I don't wish to ruin the experience.

Oh, and I'm late Act 3 at the moment (finished red memory.) Hopefully I'll beat the game before I get spoiled...

Tags

#[target practice] Artwork by me

#[trading with strangers] Asks and responses

#[trapping benches] Interactions with other inhabitants of pharloom (and the hollownest)

#[tinkering alone] text posts

#[peeking out the ground] ooc

#[The Usurper] An arc of a masked Marroon's misguided quest to free herself from her fate...

#[Red Tinted Devotion] Things related to Marroon and the conclave known as the Red Accord. Especially its crimson-cloaked leader.

Stat Sheet

[mottled-scout]

I... like that you still wear the cloak.

- @gilly-of-far-fields

*The ant froze in place, their heart skipping a beat hearing the voice she missed.*

I-I would never wear any other. Not when it comforts me so much. Not when it was made with your touch...

...I missed you, Gilly.

[gilly-of-far-fields]

...

[mottled-scout]

Gilly?

...

You do not have to be shy Gilly, I-I have already forgiven you. But... Have you, forgiven me?

...

I, um, I know how to help you this time. I promise, no more suffering, no more cowering. I want to really try being your partner, a reliable one, like Rosy said. Just, talk to me. Please.

...

...

...Oh. I see.

*Marroon turned slowly to... Nothing. Nothing but the lonely expanse of Hunter's March. Even if her mask and hood of her beloved cloak didn't obscure her entire head, not one soul in all of Pharloom could see the heartbreak scrawled into their expression.*

*They go back to setting up their cruel traps, or else the pain would distract from her mission.*

[mottled-scout]

I... like that you still wear the cloak.

- @gilly-of-far-fields

*The ant froze in place, their heart skipping a beat hearing the voice she missed.*

I-I would never wear any other. Not when it comforts me so much. Not when it was made with your touch...

...I missed you, Gilly.

[mottled-scout]

"The Dead Ringer"

They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless, save for the steady tremor within their shell. Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider. At least, from Yivel's perspective.

Within the young mind of Marroon swirled rosy memories. Of watching an outsider so effortlessly stride through the March without resorting to hiding even once. Her sheer swiftness dispatching anything in her path, even the horrifying red shells whom dug, trapped, and lived in those tunnels for so long fell to her white blade even as Marroon couldn't even work up the nerve to even get close without panicking, fearing getting chased into a corner and being killed by her own "kin". Even as the world was tangled in black and began to crumble, she persisted, instead of cowering and waiting to die. It was like seeing a miracle dancing in the distance. Marroon desired to be more than a mere observer.

When she had finally worked up the courage to indulge in a tradition that she thought 'a cursed one' would never get a chance to, the red huntress miraculously seemed to somewhat understand, passing to the child a Curveclaw still cherished even now to receive a Curvesickle Marroon thought no one else would ever use. Peeking out the ground, their eyes sparkled as they watched her leave the target room.

It was a brief encounter, and the ant's bravery ran dry before she could personally hand over the tool, but it was like her eyes were finally open. Their beloved artifice was the only thing that felt safe to be around for so long, and yet the crimson maiden proved otherwise. It was fine to have hope. To take risks. To be free.

Marroon's eyes mirrored that dream-like moment as she stared at what she saw as an eidetic image of her. The same glimmer as they beheld a chance at a new destiny.

@weaveryivel

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[echothevessel]

”?” *They tilt their head again, then look down at their current form.* “oh… right… um… i dont really know….. I last remember my head hurting a lot and then I woke up in a dark place like this…. I’m okay though! . . . I think…”

[mottled-scout]

*As the tension left her body she fell backwards with a sigh.*

...Everyone I know is changing. But, I suppose I am no different.

*She touched the craftmetal which adorned the fuzzy collar of the cloak she now wore and cherished. They sat up to to look at the shade.*

Good to know you are ok.

*She spoke with a smile.*

I came because I need red paint, quite a lot of it. And you are the only one I know that has any. Can you help me, my little friend?

[echothevessel]

”Oh, sure! I..dont know where any of my painting supplies are though…. Why do you need so much red paint?”

[mottled-scout]

Uh-

*She didn't think they would ask. She squirmed a bit to think of an explanation.*

Well I suppose I must come clean... I need the paint for a really big project I am working on! It is too early to show anyone, but you are the first know about it. Please do not tell anyone, I want it to be a big suprise!

*She giggled. Even though what was said is true to an extent, it still felt gross.*

[echothevessel]

”Ooohhhh! Otay! I can try to get red paint for you! Though im unsure where… Ven always got me my paints… and she never told me where… … mostly because I never asked them-…”

[mottled-scout]

I can wait, this is something that will take a long time to finish. Thank you.

*She looked away, guilt returning to her eyes for a moment. But then, something shifted again.*

You know... Even after you made a picture for me, and I made you a doll, I do not know your real name, and you have not learned mine. Is very funny to think about.

*She giggled again, but it felt more genuine. The smile was petite and kind as opposedto before.*

[echothevessel]

“Ohhh yeaahhh…” *They giggled as well.* “I’m Pane! Is nice to meet you, friend!” *They held their hand out, offering a handshake.*

[mottled-scout]

My name is Marroon. Nice to meet you, Pane.

*She stood and grasped the shade's hand.*

...Thank you for saying my marks are cool, when we first met. I never thought they could something to be admired. But now I do, with all my heart, thanks to you and Gilly.

Your horns are still very nice, even now.

[echothevessel]

“Ou! Tank you! I do still think your spots are cool! They make you look unique!!”

[mottled-scout]

...Maybe when my project is over, many more will see them that way.

*Her claw tingled as she let go. Weird.*

Well, I am going to get back to work. Come find me when you have the paint, I will put it good use!

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[echothevessel]

”?” *They tilt their head again, then look down at their current form.* “oh… right… um… i dont really know….. I last remember my head hurting a lot and then I woke up in a dark place like this…. I’m okay though! . . . I think…”

[mottled-scout]

*As the tension left her body she fell backwards with a sigh.*

...Everyone I know is changing. But, I suppose I am no different.

*She touched the craftmetal which adorned the fuzzy collar of the cloak she now wore and cherished. They sat up to to look at the shade.*

Good to know you are ok.

*She spoke with a smile.*

I came because I need red paint, quite a lot of it. And you are the only one I know that has any. Can you help me, my little friend?

[echothevessel]

”Oh, sure! I..dont know where any of my painting supplies are though…. Why do you need so much red paint?”

[mottled-scout]

Uh-

*She didn't think they would ask. She squirmed a bit to think of an explanation.*

Well I suppose I must come clean... I need the paint for a really big project I am working on! It is too early to show anyone, but you are the first know about it. Please do not tell anyone, I want it to be a big suprise!

*She giggled. Even though what was said is true to an extent, it still felt gross.*

[echothevessel]

”Ooohhhh! Otay! I can try to get red paint for you! Though im unsure where… Ven always got me my paints… and she never told me where… … mostly because I never asked them-…”

[mottled-scout]

I can wait, this is something that will take a long time to finish. Thank you.

*She looked away, guilt returning to her eyes for a moment. But then, something shifted again.*

You know... Even after you made a picture for me, and I made you a doll, I do not know your real name, and you have not learned mine. Is very funny to think about.

*She giggled again, but it felt more genuine. The smile was petite and kind as opposedto before.*

[echothevessel]

“Ohhh yeaahhh…” *They giggled as well.* “I’m Pane! Is nice to meet you, friend!” *They held their hand out, offering a handshake.*

[mottled-scout]

My name is Marroon. Nice to meet you, Pane.

*She stood and grasped the shade's hand.*

...Thank you for saying my marks are cool, when we first met. I never thought they could be something to be admired. But now I do, with all my heart, thanks to you and Gilly.

Your horns are still very nice, even now.

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[echothevessel]

”?” *They tilt their head again, then look down at their current form.* “oh… right… um… i dont really know….. I last remember my head hurting a lot and then I woke up in a dark place like this…. I’m okay though! . . . I think…”

[mottled-scout]

*As the tension left her body she fell backwards with a sigh.*

...Everyone I know is changing. But, I suppose I am no different.

*She touched the craftmetal which adorned the fuzzy collar of the cloak she now wore and cherished. They sat up to to look at the shade.*

Good to know you are ok.

*She spoke with a smile.*

I came because I need red paint, quite a lot of it. And you are the only one I know that has any. Can you help me, my little friend?

[echothevessel]

”Oh, sure! I..dont know where any of my painting supplies are though…. Why do you need so much red paint?”

[mottled-scout]

Uh-

*She didn't think they would ask. She squirmed a bit to think of an explanation.*

Well I suppose I must come clean... I need the paint for a really big project I am working on! It is too early to show anyone, but you are the first know about it. Please do not tell anyone, I want it to be a big suprise!

*She giggled. Even though what was said is true to an extent, it still felt gross.*

[echothevessel]

”Ooohhhh! Otay! I can try to get red paint for you! Though im unsure where… Ven always got me my paints… and she never told me where… … mostly because I never asked them-…”

[mottled-scout]

I can wait, this is something that will take a long time to finish. Thank you.

*She looked away, guilt returning to her eyes for a moment. But then, something shifted again.*

You know... Even after you made a picture for me, and I made you a doll, I do not know your real name, and you have not learned mine. Is very funny to think about.

*She giggled again, but it felt more genuine. The smile was petite and kind as opposed to before.*

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[echothevessel]

”?” *They tilt their head again, then look down at their current form.* “oh… right… um… i dont really know….. I last remember my head hurting a lot and then I woke up in a dark place like this…. I’m okay though! . . . I think…”

[mottled-scout]

*As the tension left her body she fell backwards with a sigh.*

...Everyone I know is changing. But, I suppose I am no different.

*She touched the craftmetal which adorned the fuzzy collar of the cloak she now wore and cherished. They sat up to to look at the shade.*

Good to know you are ok.

*She spoke with a smile.*

I came because I need red paint, quite a lot of it. And you are the only one I know that has any. Can you help me, my little friend?

[echothevessel]

”Oh, sure! I..dont know where any of my painting supplies are though…. Why do you need so much red paint?”

[mottled-scout]

Uh-

*She didn't think they would ask. She squirmed a bit to think of an explanation.*

Well I suppose I must come clean... I need the paint for a really big project I am working on! It is too early to show anyone, but you are the first know about it. Please do not tell anyone, I want it to be a big suprise!

*She giggled half-heartedly. Even though what was said is true to an extent, it still felt gross.*

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[echothevessel]

”?” *They tilt their head again, then look down at their current form.* “oh… right… um… i dont really know….. I last remember my head hurting a lot and then I woke up in a dark place like this…. I’m okay though! . . . I think…”

[mottled-scout]

*As the tension left her body she fell backwards with a sigh.*

...Everyone I know is changing. But, I suppose I am no different.

*She touched the craftmetal which adorned the fuzzy collar of the cloak she now wore and cherished. They sat up to to look at the shade.*

Good to know you are ok.

*She spoke with a smile.*

I came because I need red paint, quite a lot of it. And you are the only one I know that has any. Can you help me, my little friend?

[echothevessel]

Painted bug? Are you here, painted bug?

*Marroon is really regretting never asking for the vessel's name. Or where they regularly reside. Checking where they last met was her only lead. It had been a while since they exchanged gifts, after all...*

Please remember my voice, painted friend...

@mottled-scout

*Pane tilts their head, looking around for the bug that called out for them.*

*They floated towards the voice, eventually finding Maroon. It takes a moment for them to recognize them, but they remember.* “oh!! Hi friend!! I remember you!! :D!”

*They seemed quite a bit different than their last meeting. They were all black, a gash of white on their face and they were floating … odd.*

[mottled-scout]

!

*Instinctively upon seeing the dreadfully familiar pallete, Marroon reeled back in fear.*

*But, as they reached back to draw her weapon, she paused. Her scared expression relaxed into one of guilt.*

...It really is you, despite the appearance right? Are you ok, little friend? What happened to you?

*...They reminded her of Gilly...*

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.

[weaveryivel]

... Explain this affliction to us. We have knowledge of many, and may be able to help.

[mottled-scout]

Oh, um, y-yes ma'am!

*Marroon digs into the bag by her hip as she shyly approaches the workbench to stand near Yivel. Trying to hide her enamored glances at the many fascinating trinkets on the surface, which she gently places a small leaf-clad doll on top of.*

This is what she looked like before, I made this for her. And this...

*She retrieves some spare parchment and black paint from the bag on order to hastily and crudely draw what she saw in her nightmares.*

...Is what I remember when I last saw her. She never had fangs, and only had two eyes. And she certainly was never aggressive. She was changed greatly, and painfully. Her shell now reminds me of when the Fields were gripped by those black tendrils...

*They shudder at the thought.*

Also, I gathered that she seemed to eat an entire Skull Brute, what little was left of it was where she appeared to first get this sickness. She is so small, however... It seemed like she may have feel a ravenous hunger, which is why she tried to consume me...

*She stared up expectantly at the Weaver.*

Does... That mean anything to you, Miss Yivel? Any of it...?

[weaveryivel]

... On its own? Not much. With the context of other, similar afflictions... ... Tell me. Do you know what Essence is? (She brings out a new table, laying out a map of the Far Fields.)

[mottled-scout]

N-no, I do not... None of my scavenged pilgrim texts mention anything like that. My knowledge of what lies outside Skarr territory is... Limited...

*They awkwardly stand next to Yivel, having to stretch up a bit to see over the table.*

[weaveryivel]

(Yivel looks down, and uses a line of Silk to pull over a stool before she looks back at the map.) We assumed as much. ... There is an affliction that we learned of relatively recently. One in which a mortal bug is starved of its dreams, and in its desperation attempts to devour other bugs for their own. The cure is for them to imbibe enough Essence. There is no other way that we are aware of. Tell us, where did you last see this friend of yours?

[mottled-scout]

Oh, silk! ...So cool...

*They climb and perch onto the stool, looking over the map intently.*

Why Gilly of all the bugs to suffer something like that... I just want to see her safe and back to her old self, no matter the cost. If you can do it, then I will assist any way I can. I would forever be in your debt...

*Marroon leans forward and taps at an eastern area of the Far Fields.*

I think it was here, but she ran away and I did not see where to. It was a while ago, so she probably has gotten quite far, maybe outside of the area. Maybe I could track her, but it would be very hard now...

I should have went after her right away...

[weaveryivel]

(She observes the area on the map, looking over it to parse out where this Gilly could have gone.) Unfortunately it is likely we were not observing the area when this occurred, else we would know where exactly to look. However, with the information you have given us, it will not be hard to find her... (She steps away from the table and looks at Marroon.) We will begin working on it immediately. You may stay here in this Nest, if you wish, until we have found more. Once we have, we are willing to accompany you in attempting to retrieve her.

[mottled-scout]

W-wait, you are helping already?

But I have not done anything for you yet...

*They look perplexed as the spider steps away, not taking their eyes away from her as they awkwardly clamber down from the stool.*

This was meant to be an exchange, your aid for my alliance. I had a plan for dealing with the Skarr... I thought would need to convince you to help. I-I-I still am useful, I swear!

But... You are willing to spare resources before I prove myself worthwhile? Why?

Why, for something- for someone so beneath you...?

*She finally looked away, twiddling her claws nervously.*

[weaveryivel]

That is not the way of the Red Accord, Marroon. (She looks intently at the young Skarr.) ... We are helping you because the Red Accord stands for all of Pharloom, and if we are able to solve the problems of one like you, then we should do so. Now go rest. We will come to you when we find more. (She walks back to her main work bench and goes back to work.)

[mottled-scout]

*Her eyes glittered once again, as their eyes aligned with the weaver's. It was like she was under spell by her words, her slow nod barely disguising their awe.*

*Just what did the ant see when looking at Yivel?*

Y-Yes Miss Yivel, th-thank you Miss Yivel!

*She scurried out of the workshop, fearing the notion of wasting her time. *

*But they slowed reaching the path outside.*

...She is... Everything I wish to be...

...

If she sees all with those litter crawlers, maybe...

Maybe I can still show her my usefulness by moving my plan ahead of schedule.

Maybe...

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.

[weaveryivel]

... Explain this affliction to us. We have knowledge of many, and may be able to help.

[mottled-scout]

Oh, um, y-yes ma'am!

*Marroon digs into the bag by her hip as she shyly approaches the workbench to stand near Yivel. Trying to hide her enamored glances at the many fascinating trinkets on the surface, which she gently places a small leaf-clad doll on top of.*

This is what she looked like before, I made this for her. And this...

*She retrieves some spare parchment and black paint from the bag on order to hastily and crudely draw what she saw in her nightmares.*

...Is what I remember when I last saw her. She never had fangs, and only had two eyes. And she certainly was never aggressive. She was changed greatly, and painfully. Her shell now reminds me of when the Fields were gripped by those black tendrils...

*They shudder at the thought.*

Also, I gathered that she seemed to eat an entire Skull Brute, what little was left of it was where she appeared to first get this sickness. She is so small, however... It seemed like she may have feel a ravenous hunger, which is why she tried to consume me...

*She stared up expectantly at the Weaver.*

Does... That mean anything to you, Miss Yivel? Any of it...?

[weaveryivel]

... On its own? Not much. With the context of other, similar afflictions... ... Tell me. Do you know what Essence is? (She brings out a new table, laying out a map of the Far Fields.)

[mottled-scout]

N-no, I do not... None of my scavenged pilgrim texts mention anything like that. My knowledge of what lies outside Skarr territory is... Limited...

*They awkwardly stand next to Yivel, having to stretch up a bit to see over the table.*

[weaveryivel]

(Yivel looks down, and uses a line of Silk to pull over a stool before she looks back at the map.) We assumed as much. ... There is an affliction that we learned of relatively recently. One in which a mortal bug is starved of its dreams, and in its desperation attempts to devour other bugs for their own. The cure is for them to imbibe enough Essence. There is no other way that we are aware of. Tell us, where did you last see this friend of yours?

[mottled-scout]

Oh, silk! ...So cool...

*They climb and perch onto the stool, looking over the map intently.*

Why Gilly of all the bugs to suffer something like that... I just want to see her safe and back to her old self, no matter the cost. If you can do it, then I will assist any way I can. I would forever be in your debt...

*Marroon leans forward and taps at an eastern area of the Far Fields.*

I think it was here, but she ran away and I did not see where to. It was a while ago, so she probably has gotten quite far, maybe outside of the area. Maybe I could track her, but it would be very hard now...

I should have went after her right away...

[weaveryivel]

(She observes the area on the map, looking over it to parse out where this Gilly could have gone.) Unfortunately it is likely we were not observing the area when this occurred, else we would know where exactly to look. However, with the information you have given us, it will not be hard to find her... (She steps away from the table and looks at Marroon.) We will begin working on it immediately. You may stay here in this Nest, if you wish, until we have found more. Once we have, we are willing to accompany you in attempting to retrieve her.

[mottled-scout]

W-wait, you are helping already?

But I have not done anything for you yet...

*They look perplexed as the spider steps away, not taking their eyes away from her as they awkwardly clamber down from the stool.*

This was meant to be an exchange, your aid for my alliance. I had a plan for dealing with the Skarr... I thought would need to convince you to help. I-I-I still am useful, I swear!

But... You are willing to spare resources before I prove myself worthwhile? Why?

Why, for something- for someone so beneath you...?

*She finally looked away, twiddling her claws nervously.*

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.

[weaveryivel]

... Explain this affliction to us. We have knowledge of many, and may be able to help.

[mottled-scout]

Oh, um, y-yes ma'am!

*Marroon digs into the bag by her hip as she shyly approaches the workbench to stand near Yivel. Trying to hide her enamored glances at the many fascinating trinkets on the surface, which she gently places a small leaf-clad doll on top of.*

This is what she looked like before, I made this for her. And this...

*She retrieves some spare parchment and black paint from the bag on order to hastily and crudely draw what she saw in her nightmares.*

...Is what I remember when I last saw her. She never had fangs, and only had two eyes. And she certainly was never aggressive. She was changed greatly, and painfully. Her shell now reminds me of when the Fields were gripped by those black tendrils...

*They shudder at the thought.*

Also, I gathered that she seemed to eat an entire Skull Brute, what little was left of it was where she appeared to first get this sickness. She is so small, however... It seemed like she may have feel a ravenous hunger, which is why she tried to consume me...

*She stared up expectantly at the Weaver.*

Does... That mean anything to you, Miss Yivel? Any of it...?

[weaveryivel]

... On its own? Not much. With the context of other, similar afflictions... ... Tell me. Do you know what Essence is? (She brings out a new table, laying out a map of the Far Fields.)

[mottled-scout]

N-no, I do not... None of my scavenged pilgrim texts mention anything like that. My knowledge of what lies outside Skarr territory is... Limited...

*They awkwardly stand next to Yivel, having to stretch up a bit to see over the table.*

[weaveryivel]

(Yivel looks down, and uses a line of Silk to pull over a stool before she looks back at the map.) We assumed as much. ... There is an affliction that we learned of relatively recently. One in which a mortal bug is starved of its dreams, and in its desperation attempts to devour other bugs for their own. The cure is for them to imbibe enough Essence. There is no other way that we are aware of. Tell us, where did you last see this friend of yours?

[mottled-scout]

Oh, silk! ...So cool...

*They climb and perch onto the stool, looking over the map intently.*

Why Gilly of all the bugs to suffer something like that... I just want to see her safe and back to her old self, no matter the cost. If you can do it, then I will assist any way I can. I would forever be in your debt...

*Marroon leans forward and taps at an eastern area of the Far Fields.*

I think it was here, but she ran away and I did not see where to. It was a while ago, so she probably has gotten quite far, maybe outside of the area. Maybe I could track her, but it would be very hard now...

I should have went after her right away...

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.

[weaveryivel]

... Explain this affliction to us. We have knowledge of many, and may be able to help.

[mottled-scout]

Oh, um, y-yes ma'am!

*Marroon digs into the bag by her hip as she shyly approaches the workbench to stand near Yivel. Trying to hide her enamored glances at the many fascinating trinkets on the surface, which she gently places a small leaf-clad doll on top of.*

This is what she looked like before, I made this for her. And this...

*She retrieves some spare parchment and black paint from the bag on order to hastily and crudely draw what she saw in her nightmares.*

...Is what I remember when I last saw her. She never had fangs, and only had two eyes. And she certainly was never aggressive. She was changed greatly, and painfully. Her shell now reminds me of when the Fields were gripped by those black tendrils...

*They shudder at the thought.*

Also, I gathered that she seemed to eat an entire Skull Brute, what little was left of it was where she appeared to first get this sickness. She is so small, however... It seemed like she may have feel a ravenous hunger, which is why she tried to consume me...

*She stared up expectantly at the Weaver.*

Does... That mean anything to you, Miss Yivel? Any of it...?

[weaveryivel]

... On its own? Not much. With the context of other, similar afflictions... ... Tell me. Do you know what Essence is? (She brings out a new table, laying out a map of the Far Fields.)

[mottled-scout]

N-no, I do not... None of my scavenged pilgrim texts mention anything like that. My knowledge of what lies outside Skarr territory is... Limited...

*They awkwardly stand next to Yivel, having to stretch up a bit to see over the table.*

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.

[weaveryivel]

... Explain this affliction to us. We have knowledge of many, and may be able to help.

[mottled-scout]

Oh, um, y-yes ma'am!

*Marroon digs into the bag by her hip as she shyly approaches the workbench to stand near Yivel. Trying to hide her enamored glances at the many fascinating trinkets on the surface, which she gently places a small leaf-clad doll on top of.*

This is what she looked like before, I made this for her. And this...

*She retrieves some spare parchment and black paint from the bag on order to hastily and crudely draw what she saw in her nightmares.*

...Is what I remember when I last saw her. She never had fangs, and only had two eyes. And she certainly was never aggressive. She was changed greatly, and painfully. Her shell now reminds me of when the Fields were gripped by those black tendrils...

*They shudder at the thought.*

Also, I gathered that she seemed to eat an entire Skull Brute, what little was left of it was where she appeared to first get this sickness. She is so small, however... It seemed like she may have feel a ravenous hunger, which is why she tried to consume me...

*She stared up expectantly at the Weaver.*

Does... That mean anything to you, Miss Yivel? Any of it...?

[mottled-scout]

Want some Plasmium?

@plasmiumseller

I do not know what that is. But...

Ok, give.

*The ant holds out a necklace of rosaries*

[weaveryivel]

*The ant had seen something like the structure before them. On the edge of the Fields she despised was a door that clearly was not built by the Skarr. And the compound the gold spiders lead her to matched. It towered before the small Skarr, who wondered if their recent propensity to stray away from their "home" is the reason why they never came across it before.*

*The fear of what may happen if they got too close to those spires, or if they continued allowing the golden automata nearby to stare, clawed at her. A feeling to push down desperately to cling to her renewed bravery. Marroon wasn't here to simply look at the complex, she needed to get in without being deemed a foe. Help was required, and this is likely her only chance at getting enough. And thus, anxiously, she waited for an opportunity, partially submerged and a drawn hood to not draw too much attention with her crimson shell. Hoping that she isn't too late to save her.*

@mottled-scout

(ooc: sorry if this still isn't a good time continue at your leisure)

(A Golden Eye Servitor approaches the mottled Skarr. After a moment, it speaks.) Greetings, little one. What do you require?

[mottled-scout]

AAH--!

*The sudden break of their focus almost made her shoot deeper into the ground. Her antennae twitched erratically beneath their hood as she honed in on where the voice came from.*

Greetings? They... Speak? Are they what made the announcement? How?

*The little hunter got very close to the construct, so close that the machine could peer past the obscuring hood and see big curious eyes silently attempting to figure out how it functions. Which then close in embarrassment.*

No, no, focus...!

*Recognizing the strong voice of promise that drew them here, they pop out of the ground and kneel towards the servitor in reverence.*

Please. Someone requires great aid, and I believe only you can help. I offer my unrestrained servitude to you, even if I do not fully understand your cause. It would be worth it as long as it means my... partner is safe.

...I may have something that benefits you immensely in your plight, madam.

[weaveryivel]

Servitude is not something we accept. Alliance, however, would be gratefully accepted. And yes, we can help with this partner of yours. Come in. (The Weavenest's door, in the distance, opens.)

[mottled-scout]

How did I miss something so... Incredible?

*They meekly approach, gazing at the spires and slowing at the door to hopefully glimpse at any inner workings. Getting to see *

Unlikely I could ever make anything half as impressive...

*They stopped inside, taking what was before her as she waited for a command. So far, so good.*

[weaveryivel]

(The Golden Servitor moves ahead, into the nest.) Follow. We will meet face to face. (It leads Marroon through the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. The entire place almost seems to live and breathe, machinery constantly at work to transport Silk or other supplies, Servitors crawling through the halls.) (She is brought up into the central spire, and into a workshop filled with all sorts of ongoing projects and tools lain about. Yivel stands before her main workbench, turning her head slightly to see the Skarrbug enter.) Welcome, little one. Explain your troubles, and I will try to help as best as I can.

[mottled-scout]

*They try to speak, but nothing more substantial than air comes out. They are motionless save for a steady light tremor within their shell. *

*Clearly, something was going on behind her eyes; they almost sparkled as when they were laid upon the spider.*

"You are... You are a weaver, yes?"

*She inched a little closer sheepishly.*

[weaveryivel]

Indeed I am, young one. I am Yivel, of the Red Accord. Who would you be? (Her eyes are set intently upon the small Skarrbug.)

[mottled-scout]

*It took a moment to remember why she was here.*

I-I am Marroon. It is... a great pleasure to meet you...

My partner, Gilly, was afflicted by something I do not understand. She was warped, changed into something more like a blackened beast. I may have almost lost my life to her but... She was suffering. And if I tracked her now, there would be nothing I could do for her... Except end her pain...

*She grimaced at the thought*

B-but, I believe you could help, surely she is not the first to suffer this scourge! Please, I-I do not care what must be done, I will- I must act if it means saving her.