Felix, sensing his friend's distress, comes back to Lord's Point and enters the Spelljammer almost immediately. He seems exhausted, having sprinted the entire way here. Strugels are not built for marathons.
*Happy Valentine's Day! How are you today, brother?*
The teleportation circle doesn't quite reach the Spelljammer, though seeing as he's the one who made the circle in the first place, it doesn't take much time for him to make the necessary repairs. Once he arrives, he can see branching roots and veins and wires growing all throughout the hall, all of them extending out from the ship's 'medical ward'. One of them bears a 'sunflower' made of a ring of the intertwined material, with crooked spokes of varying lengths all around its outside and a tiny sphere of pure void in its core. It looks over at Felix with equal joy and worry.
"...Felix, you're here..." he can hear it say. "...what do you think?.."
He reaches out and gently touches one of the flowers, feeling its petals and spokes. He seems to be at a loss for words, but after a bit of struggling, he chooses to sing instead.
"You grew up just like Holy Mary, Helianthus, Helianth my dear... Your beauty never ever scared me, Helianthus, you've nothing to fear..."
He hugs the flower gently, not touching the void sphere within.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
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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)
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
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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)
*hi baal I am working on a campaign right now how are you?*
*I'm working on another strugel, and one that I've had for a while. He's an ex-mobster soda jerk (someone who works at a soda shop) and has a penchant for explosives and instilling terror. He's a chill guy with a grudge against his former employers because they're keeping him from marrying his forbidden beloved. They know they're bothering him, but they just assume it has something to do with their extortion. Little do they know, this little ferret is now the leader of a group of adventurers, and he's gonna make sure that the mob is gonna carry that weight.*
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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.
*I expanded the campaign further hopefully this is better Ravenguard is a remote military city that protects the kingdom of Azalf from the north, which is plagued by undead for unknown reasons. Wynter Greyoak, the lord of the city, has disappeared, and the city is in disarray with winter approaching quickly and enemies surrounding it. Mysterious forces are at work, trying to bring about the downfall of the kingdom of Azalf and rise to power. You must find these culprits and bring them to justice; the lord won't be the first casualty, nor will he be the last in this shadow war. In the city, there are whispers of a cult that intends to remake the world in its image and is growing in power. You must find the leaders of this cult, if you can't find the cultists before the archdemon is summoned to this world all hope will be lost and the kingdom destroyed you adventurers must stop this cult before they succeed.*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
He reaches out and gently touches one of the flowers, feeling its petals and spokes. He seems to be at a loss for words, but after a bit of struggling, he chooses to sing instead.
"You grew up just like Holy Mary, Helianthus, Helianth my dear... Your beauty never ever scared me, Helianthus, you've nothing to fear..."
He hugs the flower gently, not touching the void sphere within.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"Does this form make you happy, Helianth?"
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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.
“Better now that I know you feel the same.” He says, chuckling nervously.
“I would have to disagree you tiny little thing. Working on you will be quite fun indeed.” They say, putting away theirs scalpel.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
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)
Her tail curves around herself, and she just sits, happy to be next to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Max sits next to them, Jack begins to work on making something for them, taking out a journal.
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
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)
*I'm working on another strugel, and one that I've had for a while. He's an ex-mobster soda jerk (someone who works at a soda shop) and has a penchant for explosives and instilling terror. He's a chill guy with a grudge against his former employers because they're keeping him from marrying his forbidden beloved. They know they're bothering him, but they just assume it has something to do with their extortion. Little do they know, this little ferret is now the leader of a group of adventurers, and he's gonna make sure that the mob is gonna carry that weight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Tiny? What the [GP] do you mean?..." He asks, rather confused
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I expanded the campaign further hopefully this is better Ravenguard is a remote military city that protects the kingdom of Azalf from the north, which is plagued by undead for unknown reasons. Wynter Greyoak, the lord of the city, has disappeared, and the city is in disarray with winter approaching quickly and enemies surrounding it. Mysterious forces are at work, trying to bring about the downfall of the kingdom of Azalf and rise to power. You must find these culprits and bring them to justice; the lord won't be the first casualty, nor will he be the last in this shadow war. In the city, there are whispers of a cult that intends to remake the world in its image and is growing in power. You must find the leaders of this cult, if you can't find the cultists before the archdemon is summoned to this world all hope will be lost and the kingdom destroyed you adventurers must stop this cult before they succeed.*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“You’re absolutely minuscule compared to my true form, but I wouldn’t want to shatter your mind.” They boop his nose.
It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
*okay if you could meet anyone in real life from the people who use lord's Rest Inn who would you meet I would probably go with Jester honestly*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"Does this form make you happy, Helianth?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hell yeah, breaking the Geneva convention.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Huh, I’m honored, I wouldn’t be able to pick honestly, so many of yall I would like to meet, legit.*
*Do I dare ask for context?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*im quite sure that is a No no of major proportions.*
They move their head away "What is with eldritch beings and being here...?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*your the dude I interact with the most on this thread I don't talk with the others much compared to you*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.