*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
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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)
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
He continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone. He doesn't answer their questions, but it's obvious the answer.
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
He continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone.
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
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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)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
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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)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
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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)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
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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)
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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*hi*
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
Around but not too active
*Sounds like a very interesting conversation worth having.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
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)
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
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)
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
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 continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone. He doesn't answer their questions, but it's obvious the answer.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
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, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
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)
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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
Around but not too active
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*have fun with my encrypted messages <3*
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
Around but not too active
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
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)
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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
Around but not too active
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
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)
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'