Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
The wretched sunflower steps away from its work, letting its fabrications tend to the garden in its stead as it heads inside the ship- it has an idea, and goes to find its notes.
Tim silently follows after them, he doesn't say much, just clinging to his spell book and watching them. He hasn't eaten much, kind of simply... thinking about things.
It quickly finds the notes it was looking for- arcane sigils similar in design to the one's in Tim's own spellbook- and follows the instructions on the pages. A few minutes later, a tiny portion of its amassed energy has coalesced into its hand, which gleams from within with a brilliant light. It retrieves Rend's Cleaver from its tangled stem, and with one swift motion, cuts its wrist. Condensed divine ichor flows into a produced vial in a third hand, flowing like liquid light from the wound and into the container. The wound quickly heals afterwards.
He tries to identify the runes despite being confused and concerned at why they injured themselves, even more so now that they are healed and holding the vial, his eyes ask all the questions his face doesn’t.
One of its flower heads turns to face him. "Radiance." It starts, gesturing to the vial. "Pure, distilled radiance. Collected from divine power and the cores of stars, coalesced into a mixture of pure light and pure power." It gently takes one of his hands, placing the vial in his palm and carefully curling his fingers around it. "If you want it, it's yours. You could be a god again. You gave me your power, after all- I thought it only fair I return the favor."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
The wretched sunflower steps away from its work, letting its fabrications tend to the garden in its stead as it heads inside the ship- it has an idea, and goes to find its notes.
Tim silently follows after them, he doesn't say much, just clinging to his spell book and watching them. He hasn't eaten much, kind of simply... thinking about things.
It quickly finds the notes it was looking for- arcane sigils similar in design to the one's in Tim's own spellbook- and follows the instructions on the pages. A few minutes later, a tiny portion of its amassed energy has coalesced into its hand, which gleams from within with a brilliant light. It retrieves Rend's Cleaver from its tangled stem, and with one swift motion, cuts its wrist. Condensed divine ichor flows into a produced vial in a third hand, flowing like liquid light from the wound and into the container. The wound quickly heals afterwards.
He tries to identify the runes despite being confused and concerned at why they injured themselves, even more so now that they are healed and holding the vial, his eyes ask all the questions his face doesn’t.
One of its flower heads turns to face him. "Radiance." It starts, gesturing to the vial. "Pure, distilled radiance. Collected from divine power and the cores of stars, coalesced into a mixture of pure light and pure power." It gently takes one of his hands, placing the vial in his palm and carefully curling his fingers around it. "If you want it, it's yours. You could be a god again. You gave me your power, after all- I thought it only fair I return the favor."
He looks down at the vial before looking back up to them, he puts his book down on the table, shaking his head a little “I… don’t know if I want to be a god again… it’s so… scary and dangerous and I have so many responsibilities… I gave you my power to help me… you don’t have to give it back… you deserve it more than I do.”
"I can help with Augury." He places his recipe book on the ground and opens it up. "I find it's best with bones, and it's cheapest to carve your own. You can't get them from a butcher, or it doesn't really work. You got some already, or should we go hunting?"
"I have loads I've been saving!" She responds, reaching into a pocket of her satchel and producing an overflowing handful of small bones from birds, fish, rodents, deer, and a few other creatures. "Would these work, or do we need something fresher?"
"These will do nicely. Now, what kind of divinations do you need? Each kind has a different rune language to learn. I've had to re-learn it each time I died, and I don't recommend learning all of them. Waste of time, and life only lasts so long."
"Guidance from the stars regarding future actions I plan to take. Though, I don't know if that falls under a different category of divination. I've only somewhat looked into divination so far, so I'm not the most well-versed in it yet."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Atticus walks over, covered in blood. "Your mom's doing pretty well. I'm happy to see that the treatment took."
He looks up to them, absolutely confused and just a little terrified “M-my… mom?” He doesn’t know what to do or say or anything.
"The sunflower. I can't claim to know anything about your late father's later wife. I cured its hunger curse. It looks like someone had been feeding it a lot of energy, making its condition worse. Been studying the curse for a while now. Added it to my junk drawer, AKA the Uzumaki Scrapple." He pulls out an angry, pulsating black orb. "All sorts of evil lives in here. Wanna see?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It quickly finds the notes it was looking for- arcane sigils similar in design to the one's in Tim's own spellbook- and follows the instructions on the pages. A few minutes later, a tiny portion of its amassed energy has coalesced into its hand, which gleams from within with a brilliant light. It retrieves Rend's Cleaver from its tangled stem, and with one swift motion, cuts its wrist. Condensed divine ichor flows into a produced vial in a third hand, flowing like liquid light from the wound and into the container. The wound quickly heals afterwards.
He tries to identify the runes despite being confused and concerned at why they injured themselves, even more so now that they are healed and holding the vial, his eyes ask all the questions his face doesn’t.
One of its flower heads turns to face him. "Radiance." It starts, gesturing to the vial. "Pure, distilled radiance. Collected from divine power and the cores of stars, coalesced into a mixture of pure light and pure power." It gently takes one of his hands, placing the vial in his palm and carefully curling his fingers around it. "If you want it, it's yours. You could be a god again. You gave me your power, after all- I thought it only fair I return the favor."
He looks down at the vial before looking back up to them, he puts his book down on the table, shaking his head a little “I… don’t know if I want to be a god again… it’s so… scary and dangerous and I have so many responsibilities… I gave you my power to help me… you don’t have to give it back… you deserve it more than I do.”
It thinks for a moment. "...You don't have to be a god, then. Only a portion of the vial, and you could be an angel or demigod, then. Similar capabilities, less divine responsibility. It's also only partially made up of your power- I'm mostly giving you a piece of my own strength... if you truly don't want this, though... I won't force you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"These will do nicely. Now, what kind of divinations do you need? Each kind has a different rune language to learn. I've had to re-learn it each time I died, and I don't recommend learning all of them. Waste of time, and life only lasts so long."
"Guidance from the stars regarding future actions I plan to take. Though, I don't know if that falls under a different category of divination. I've only somewhat looked into divination so far, so I'm not the most well-versed in it yet."
He shakes his head. "I mean like, what general category of tasks? Spellcasting? A craft? I suggest one to three tasks." He speaks softly, a calm lecture. His one eye softens slightly.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"These will do nicely. Now, what kind of divinations do you need? Each kind has a different rune language to learn. I've had to re-learn it each time I died, and I don't recommend learning all of them. Waste of time, and life only lasts so long."
"Guidance from the stars regarding future actions I plan to take. Though, I don't know if that falls under a different category of divination. I've only somewhat looked into divination so far, so I'm not the most well-versed in it yet."
He shakes his head. "I mean like, what general category of tasks? Spellcasting? A craft? I suggest one to three tasks." He speaks softly, a calm lecture. His one eye softens slightly.
"Oh, I get it. In that case... Spellcasting. I think I'll start with just that one for now." She responds, childlike curiosity in her remaining eyes.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*d*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Atticus walks over, covered in blood. "Your mom's doing pretty well. I'm happy to see that the treatment took."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She leans back, sighing “That’s much better, might do more later.” She runs the claw along his chin.
“Well, ya are wrong, cause who cares what anybody deserves?”
She looks at them, confused for a moment as she climbs onto the bed, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
One of its flower heads turns to face him. "Radiance." It starts, gesturing to the vial. "Pure, distilled radiance. Collected from divine power and the cores of stars, coalesced into a mixture of pure light and pure power." It gently takes one of his hands, placing the vial in his palm and carefully curling his fingers around it. "If you want it, it's yours. You could be a god again. You gave me your power, after all- I thought it only fair I return the favor."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*E*
*f*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up to them, absolutely confused and just a little terrified “M-my… mom?” He doesn’t know what to do or say or anything.
*g*
*h*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks down at the vial before looking back up to them, he puts his book down on the table, shaking his head a little “I… don’t know if I want to be a god again… it’s so… scary and dangerous and I have so many responsibilities… I gave you my power to help me… you don’t have to give it back… you deserve it more than I do.”
*j*
"Guidance from the stars regarding future actions I plan to take. Though, I don't know if that falls under a different category of divination. I've only somewhat looked into divination so far, so I'm not the most well-versed in it yet."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"The sunflower. I can't claim to know anything about your late father's later wife. I cured its hunger curse. It looks like someone had been feeding it a lot of energy, making its condition worse. Been studying the curse for a while now. Added it to my junk drawer, AKA the Uzumaki Scrapple." He pulls out an angry, pulsating black orb. "All sorts of evil lives in here. Wanna see?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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“What do you want, Byren?” She asks, smiling down, making sure not to cut them.
She puts her hands on the sides of their face, holding the kiss.
She takes the flowers, holding them close to her chest, “Really…?” She asks.
It thinks for a moment. "...You don't have to be a god, then. Only a portion of the vial, and you could be an angel or demigod, then. Similar capabilities, less divine responsibility. It's also only partially made up of your power- I'm mostly giving you a piece of my own strength... if you truly don't want this, though... I won't force you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He shakes his head. "I mean like, what general category of tasks? Spellcasting? A craft? I suggest one to three tasks." He speaks softly, a calm lecture. His one eye softens slightly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, I get it. In that case... Spellcasting. I think I'll start with just that one for now." She responds, childlike curiosity in her remaining eyes.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)