Welcome To My Stage

Run by chaosgoblindoodles

[songmaster-rachnis]

Son of weaver and scorpion, the only songmaster to remain in Pharloom after the rebellion of the weavers.

Come and hear my song, my music, my melody. Come and rest as I perform. Come and heal within my home.

I welcome pilgrim,traveler, and hunter alike. So long as my wish for peace is respected.

Do not be afraid, for I will not find you to be my pray.

Come to my nest, watch me play. You will leave fed, rested, and unharmed.

OOC:

Welcome! Just some rules, no NSFW, flirting is fine, please try to avoid violence without any cause inside his territory.

Have fun!

[songmaster-rachnis]

[In relation to the fusion event...]

It appears we are one! It feels... Deeply unsettling. Is this the work of a Higher Being?

@collector-of-pharloom

Wh- what-

What the-

Work of a higher being???

Oh how cruel of a being they must be to have fused us.

Hopefully my parts of this whole are not an awful hurdle for us.

[collector-of-pharloom]

I hope it is me who isnt the issue! I am made of... Void. It is quite dangerous to bugs normally! I would expect for you to be harmed... It is a good thing you are not!

...You are unharmed, right?

[songmaster-rachnis]

I am uncomfortable, but my consciousness is intact in our form. So I believe that I am fine.

You are a being of Void you said? How remarkable. I have only heard of Void beings from tales that a scorpion of a separate nest has told me!

[songmaster-rachnis]

[In relation to the fusion event...]

It appears we are one! It feels... Deeply unsettling. Is this the work of a Higher Being?

@collector-of-pharloom

Wh- what-

What the-

Work of a higher being???

Oh how cruel of a being they must be to have fused us.

Hopefully my parts of this whole are not an awful hurdle for us.

[arachnidwithsaws]

…

What am I?

[songmaster-rachnis]

You are a bug, a scorpion to be exact.

This is what you ask, yes?

[arachnidwithsaws]

~{A long silence finally ends with another’s footsteps approaching. Scoripon still stars into the waters, before he realizes that he is no longer the only scorpion visible in its reflection. He stiffens.}~

[songmaster-rachnis]

“I was unaware that another one of my kind existed outside of the Nest of Song. Who are you, might I ask?” Rachnis began, his voice gentle and soothing like the strums of a harp. He seemed to share some features with weavers, not unfathomable.

He watched the other scorpion look him over.

[arachnidwithsaws]

“…I am Scoripon. A bug with a hollow will. Pay no mind to me, for I am equivalent to nonexistence. I take it, by the look of your cloak, that you are a Songmaster?”

[songmaster-rachnis]

“Indeed I am. I am Songmaster Rachnis, devout to the Pale Wanderer Arachnis,” he smiled with a polite bow of his head. Then he tilted it, his voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Though I must inquire about the state of your wellbeing. While you are physically capable, you carry the weariness of the pilgrims that stop at my cavern during their climb. Is this a mental ailment, a spiritual starvation of sorts?”

[arachnidwithsaws]

~{A long silence finally ends with another’s footsteps approaching. Scoripon still stars into the waters, before he realizes that he is no longer the only scorpion visible in its reflection. He stiffens.}~

[songmaster-rachnis]

“I was unaware that another one of my kind existed outside of the Nest of Song. Who are you, might I ask?” Rachnis began, his voice gentle and soothing like the strums of a harp. He seemed to share some features with weavers, not unfathomable.

He watched the other scorpion look him over.

[songmaster-rachnis]

….

Something is very wrong.

I feel it.

The ground trembles faintly, and dust falls from above much more than it used to.

My visitors are warier and wearier.

Whispers of wore are about, and the silk of my instruments are tense.

…

I shall take a trip, I leave this cavern in the capable claws of the pilgrims who rest here.

I must see what is happening.

[songmaster-rachnis]

Sorry for my lack of commentary as of late, I was simply content just performing as pilgrims rested in my home as a break from their perilous journey.

[songmaster-rachnis]

Today, a traveler has donated a very fine bone. I have strung this into a rough recreation of a needolin.

I shall be playing the for today.

[songmaster-rachnis]

I grow tired, and shall rest my hands. All are welcome to speak with me and to activate the music box by the entrance.

[songmaster-rachnis]

A pilgrim settles nearby.

“Your music is nice…”

*He smiles warmly under the mask and nods in response.*

Thank you, that is the intent.

[songmaster-rachnis]

Hey, is your aunt @beast-queen-of-deepnest ?

Oh uh… Yeah!

You didn’t need to tag her though, heh.

She’s my aunt on my mom’s side.

[traveling-hunters-caravan]

“Alright, we’re back at sinner’s road.”

“Deeble is excited for muckroaches.”

“So am I! They’re an absolute thrill to hunt!”

“…Boscis?”

“Do you two hear that?”

“Hear what?” “Deeble hears strums.”

“…a harp? I’ll go check that out. You two stay and set up camp.”

“Amigo-“

“I’ll be fine, Probbie. I’ll even take my nail, I’ll call if things go south.”

“…fine.”

@songmaster-rachnis

[songmaster-rachnis]

*Rachnis strummed his makeshift harp, playing to a few pilgrims that were taking rest in his cave. It was close to entrance to sinner’s road from the Moore, so he did get visitors, just not as many from those planning to take the more traditional route to the Citadel.*

*The tunnel that Boscis had entered opened up into the large cavern that held this sight. Cushions were strewn about in a circle that held the songmaster in the center along with a simple table holding cooked muckroach and mossberries. Off to the right, there was a nice, natural hotspring.*

[traveling-hunters-caravan]

Boscis blinked as he looked around, his wings buzzing a little under his cloak as he took this sight in with a sense of awe.

It was so peaceful compared to what laid just outside the cavern. Yet how?

Did the music or the threat of what seemed to be an odd scorpion drive muckroaches and other such threats away?

He quietly stepped forwards, his grip on his sheathed nail loosening.

This music was soothing…

[songmaster-rachnis]

*A few pilgrims looked over at the unexpected buzzing sound before nodding at Boscis quietly, acknowledging his presence.*

*As Rachnis continued to perform, some pilgrims fell asleep, and others simply treated each other’s wounds.*

*It was a place of song, a place of rest, a place of rest promised to the weary.*

[traveling-hunters-caravan]

“Alright, we’re back at sinner’s road.”

“Deeble is excited for muckroaches.”

“So am I! They’re an absolute thrill to hunt!”

“…Boscis?”

“Do you two hear that?”

“Hear what?” “Deeble hears strums.”

“…a harp? I’ll go check that out. You two stay and set up camp.”

“Amigo-“

“I’ll be fine, Probbie. I’ll even take my nail, I’ll call if things go south.”

“…fine.”

@songmaster-rachnis

[songmaster-rachnis]

*Rachnis strummed his makeshift harp, playing to a few pilgrims that were taking rest in his cave. It was close to entrance to sinner’s road from the Moore, so he did get visitors, just not as many from those planning to take the more traditional route to the Citadel.*

*The tunnel that Boscis had entered opened up into the large cavern that held this sight. Cushions were strewn about in a circle that held the songmaster in the center along with a simple table holding cooked muckroach and mossberries. Off to the right, there was a nice, natural hotspring.*

[songmaster-rachnis]

I couldn’t find the old frame, so I made use of my tail. I do hope that nobody minds this small change. It may sound different from before, but it still sounds nice in my opinion.

[songmaster-rachnis]

Ah… I have been able to produce enough silk to string myself a harp. Wonderful. I can get to strumming soon.