The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
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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)
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
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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)
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
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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)
Eris is still walking through the Valley of Herionidus, taking soil samples to examine later- though, she's mostly doing this just to de-stress after that ambush on the Mirth Manor.
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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)
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
She doesn’t seem to realize at first what Eris… is. “GET AWAY FROM THE TREE-“ she yells just as Eris teleports over. “Oh Herionidus-“ she stumbles back as Eris appears.
”well, we know that a deity has it, and that it was taken from it’s second bearer, Crotalus, during the battle that killed Faltros. But we don’t know who, and we don’t know where…” (I’m not entirely sure, but Zeon might have told them sometime, I just can’t keep track. It’s in the possession of Foréir.)
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
She doesn’t seem to realize at first what Eris… is. “GET AWAY FROM THE TREE-“ she yells just as Eris teleports over. “Oh Herionidus-“ she stumbles back as Eris appears.
”well, we know that a deity has it, and that it was taken from it’s second bearer, Crotalus, during the battle that killed Faltros. But we don’t know who, and we don’t know where…” (I’m not entirely sure, but Zeon might have told them sometime, I just can’t keep track. It’s in the possession of Foréir.)
*Zeon did witness both Kagorax and Foreir fighting over it and would have mentioned that, I think I might have some time back but I don't fully remember*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
She doesn’t seem to realize at first what Eris… is. “GET AWAY FROM THE TREE-“ she yells just as Eris teleports over. “Oh Herionidus-“ she stumbles back as Eris appears.
”well, we know that a deity has it, and that it was taken from it’s second bearer, Crotalus, during the battle that killed Faltros. But we don’t know who, and we don’t know where…” (I’m not entirely sure, but Zeon might have told them sometime, I just can’t keep track. It’s in the possession of Foréir.)
Eris seems somewhat confused, looking back to the tree for a moment. "Whatever is the matter?" She asks, looking back towards her.
"Understood. I'll consult some of the other Wills I think may have ideas as to who holds the crown. Should I send my creations to search for it in the meantime?"
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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)
The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
She doesn’t seem to realize at first what Eris… is. “GET AWAY FROM THE TREE-“ she yells just as Eris teleports over. “Oh Herionidus-“ she stumbles back as Eris appears.
”well, we know that a deity has it, and that it was taken from it’s second bearer, Crotalus, during the battle that killed Faltros. But we don’t know who, and we don’t know where…” (I’m not entirely sure, but Zeon might have told them sometime, I just can’t keep track. It’s in the possession of Foréir.)
Eris seems somewhat confused, looking back to the tree for a moment. "Whatever is the matter?" She asks, looking back towards her.
"Understood. I'll consult some of the other Wills I think may have ideas as to who holds the crown. Should I send my creations to search for it in the meantime?"
“Is this your first day in this world? That tree is a sacred site, and it’s very, very dangerous! Why it hasn’t strangled you yet, I’m not sure…”
”that’d be good-“ suddenly Angelo stumbles back, clutching their stomach and making a horrible noise, as if he was about to vomit. His eyes are wide open, and they flash many different colors in rapid succession. A ghastly green smoke with an irresistible aroma pours out of his mouth. Eventually, this seems to stop. He slowly gets up, looking around wildly. “S-sorry… the Heir sent me a message just now- we know who has it. Probably. One of our allies witnessed the battle be-between Foréir and Kagorax for it.”
"It... it is my first day in the Valley. I didn't know the tree was a sacred site. My sincerest apologies for trespassing on such blessed grounds." She puts her research notes in a loop on her belt, faint metallic creaking sounds coming from her joints.
"Which one has the crown? I'll go and see if I can acquire it from them soon."
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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)
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The Mirth Manor has arrived in the Valley of Herionidus proper, and has anchored itself into the earth once more. While the rest of the Mirth family is making repairs and preparing for what comes next, Eris is outside, taking notes on the valley's plant life.
Orchid is at the Amber Marsh, preparing more of her horrific creations to spread across the realm.
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)
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)
There is no sign of the Mourn family within or around the valley for now. While the entirety of the Valley is in it’s lush, original state of an overgrown, grassland paradise, at the very top of the hill at the center of the Valley is the first tree of Herionidus, it’s leaves a crimson red instead of green, and it’s vines hang from it’s branches like nooses, skulls of dozens, human, beast, even dragons, litter it’s roots.
Orchid senses the presence of the prophet Angelo within her domain.
She looks up at the colossal tree, intrigued and cautious in equal measure. She tentatively approaches the crimson-leaved giant, producing a device from her belt that unfolds partway. She dips one end in a container of what looks to be cleaning alcohol, and begins taking a core sample for further study.
Orchid teleports to wherever she senses Angelo's presence is at, looking around for the prophet.
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)
As she gets closer, she notices that the tree… is moving a bit. Only a few inches a minute, and not the entire tree, but it’s many branches, vines, and gnarls that strangely resemble faces creak and move as if it were animated. She finishes taking the core sample, and it is immediately apparent that this tree is very, very magical. In fact, it has blood running through it along with water. Human blood.
Angelo is sitting on a rock, admiring the foliage and wildlife. He sees Orchid and bows. “Your Grace! I have a message from the Heir!”
"What?.. What manner of..." She trails off, producing a large, leather-bound tome and taking notes on her findings, seeming increasingly disturbed as she discovers each of these details.
Orchid hears him and approaches, grinning ear to ear. "Greetings, Angelo. What is the message?"
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)
*sorry for the delay!*
she notices, a few hundred feet away, at the foot of the hill, is an older Herionidian woman, yelling at her. She can’t make out the words but she’s either trying to warn her or she is very angry at her.
he smiles as well. “We found the Deathbloom! We just need one more thing: the Crown of Slaughter.”
*demeled reached level 4 yesterday, so it gains the famine domain*
tempor is ruminating on the nature of existance
the storm lord is obliterating uninhabited mountains
okhmus is making plants
demeled's dragon is selling mercenary services
chansth is plotting
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Ser is hissing at the cultists
Tiku is still waiting for Savut
Asper is running around, scouting
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
*Sorry about the delay on my end as well!*
Eris notices her, and packs up her research supplies for a moment before skittering over towards her, teleporting part of the distance. "Apologies, I couldn't hear at that distance." She starts, a faint electrical crackling sound in her voice. "What were you saying?"
"Wonderful! I'm sorry I couldn't find it when I searched prior- using feral plants for scouting purposes didn't go as well as planned. Now, is there any idea as to where the Crown lies?"
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)
Eris is continuing to take samples of the plant life around the Valley of Herionidus for further study.
Orchid has returned to Vespart for a while, growing little flower gardens that bristle with venomous thorns.
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)
Ser slithers over to them "Hello"
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
The Will of Thorns notices their approach, turning to face them. "Oh, hello there."
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)
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)
Eris is still walking through the Valley of Herionidus, taking soil samples to examine later- though, she's mostly doing this just to de-stress after that ambush on the Mirth Manor.
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)
She doesn’t seem to realize at first what Eris… is. “GET AWAY FROM THE TREE-“ she yells just as Eris teleports over. “Oh Herionidus-“ she stumbles back as Eris appears.
”well, we know that a deity has it, and that it was taken from it’s second bearer, Crotalus, during the battle that killed Faltros. But we don’t know who, and we don’t know where…” (I’m not entirely sure, but Zeon might have told them sometime, I just can’t keep track. It’s in the possession of Foréir.)
*Zeon did witness both Kagorax and Foreir fighting over it and would have mentioned that, I think I might have some time back but I don't fully remember*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Eris seems somewhat confused, looking back to the tree for a moment. "Whatever is the matter?" She asks, looking back towards her.
"Understood. I'll consult some of the other Wills I think may have ideas as to who holds the crown. Should I send my creations to search for it in the meantime?"
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)
“Is this your first day in this world? That tree is a sacred site, and it’s very, very dangerous! Why it hasn’t strangled you yet, I’m not sure…”
”that’d be good-“ suddenly Angelo stumbles back, clutching their stomach and making a horrible noise, as if he was about to vomit. His eyes are wide open, and they flash many different colors in rapid succession. A ghastly green smoke with an irresistible aroma pours out of his mouth. Eventually, this seems to stop. He slowly gets up, looking around wildly. “S-sorry… the Heir sent me a message just now- we know who has it. Probably. One of our allies witnessed the battle be-between Foréir and Kagorax for it.”
*Cut*
"It... it is my first day in the Valley. I didn't know the tree was a sacred site. My sincerest apologies for trespassing on such blessed grounds." She puts her research notes in a loop on her belt, faint metallic creaking sounds coming from her joints.
"Which one has the crown? I'll go and see if I can acquire it from them soon."
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)