Egregore is lazing about the Keep, all the candles replaced and... is that a cigar machine? Did he install a cigar dispenser into the Keep?
Upon a horse rides in the Jester, playing the lute all the way, because there is no way he could trip into a muddy puddle a third time righ- oh it happened again.
A large, floating hand picks him up and shakes the mud off him. The Egregore leans against a nearby wall. "Nice entrance."
He chuckles and re-adusts his mask "You don't have to point it out like that." He leaves his horse just outside the Keep and walks inside.
"Maybe. Want a cigar?" He slams his fist into the machine, and a cigar rolls out. It looks expensive. The machine looks like it endures this abuse on an hourly basis.
He mutters something, casting mending on the machine, before waving his hand "I don't smoke, doesn't make it easy to sing after all, and I plan to do a lot of singing."
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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.'
Egregore is lazing about the Keep, all the candles replaced and... is that a cigar machine? Did he install a cigar dispenser into the Keep?
Upon a horse rides in the Jester, playing the lute all the way, because there is no way he could trip into a muddy puddle a third time righ- oh it happened again.
A large, floating hand picks him up and shakes the mud off him. The Egregore leans against a nearby wall. "Nice entrance."
He chuckles and re-adusts his mask "You don't have to point it out like that." He leaves his horse just outside the Keep and walks inside.
"Maybe. Want a cigar?" He slams his fist into the machine, and a cigar rolls out. It looks expensive. The machine looks like it endures this abuse on an hourly basis.
He mutters something, casting mending on the machine, before waving his hand "I don't smoke, doesn't make it easy to sing after all, and I plan to do a lot of singing."
"A fair point, my friend. I should have considered such things. So, you come to serve as an entertainer? Very few people in this keep have the coin to pay for a jester's show."
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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's all good. Take as much time as you need. :)*
"My sort don't often get this far along in their plans. I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't as determined to accomplish my goal as I am." Helianth looks the Librarian over in turn.
*Oops, missed this. Thanks.*
The candlelight reflects off his glasses, glazing them over so that you can't seem to see them. You do notice a strange sort of movement behind the right one. "I encourage you to come to this library for the mere purpose of exploration. It is a useful tool, but it is much more than that."
*No problem. Is that candle the one with the bit of Frenzied Flame?*
Helianth is silent for a little while, seemingly thinking of something. "I shall keep that in mind." One of its flower heads looks to the candle- even now, its hunger for the light knows no bounds.
*No, this place is just lit by candlelight. That remnant of the Frenzied Flame is stored somewhere protected and deeper in the library.*
You hear the flap of small wings and the rustle of paper. Then the small songbird you notice before appears clutching and rolled up scroll in its tiny talons. It drops the scroll in the Librarian's hands and lands on his shoulder. He then extends the scroll towards you without even opening it. "This is it." He says simply, "Be warned though, others might have taken up residence in the ruins. Or perhaps there may be a remnant of whatever flew it before."
Helianth takes the scroll in its twisting roots. "Thank you very much. I will remember to visit this place again once I have found what I seek."
With that, the crooked sunflower slithers out of the room and leaves the Library... though, as it leaves, the Librarian can faintly feel a familiar presence leaving alongside it. Deep within Helianth's being, drowning in nothingness yet still faintly there enough to cry out in silent anguish... is the Frenzied Flame. Of course, the candle is still safe and secure in its chamber, but the source... that crooked devourer of light carries it with them.
The Librarian watches you leave. As soon as you are out of sight he removes his glasses and polishes them, revealing the deep empty eye sockets devoid of eyes. A small bird pokes its head out and darts out of his skull and after you. The other bird on his shoulder hops back inside his head. It looks at the spectacles he holds in his hands, and the candlelight seems to reflect sunflower heads in their lenses.
Helianth heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
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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 heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
"Superb! I knew you could do it! Before we go though, look what I found out I can do!" He holds up a bottle of prepared sunlight. "It's edible and can be used as fuel! We can collect more of it faster as we get closer to the sun!"
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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.
Helianth heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
"Superb! I knew you could do it! Before we go though, look what I found out I can do!" He holds up a bottle of prepared sunlight. "It's edible and can be used as fuel! We can collect more of it faster as we get closer to the sun!"
All of Helianth's flower heads turn to face the bottle of pure light. "Marvelous! It seems that now, there are only a handful of tasks left unresolved before we can dine on the very stars! May I ask how you figured out how to bottle the light in such a way?" It unfurls the scroll, looking at where the Spelljammer may lie.
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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 heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
"Superb! I knew you could do it! Before we go though, look what I found out I can do!" He holds up a bottle of prepared sunlight. "It's edible and can be used as fuel! We can collect more of it faster as we get closer to the sun!"
All of Helianth's flower heads turn to face the bottle of pure light. "Marvelous! It seems that now, there are only a handful of tasks left unresolved before we can dine on the very stars! May I ask how you figured out how to bottle the light in such a way?" It unfurls the scroll, looking at where the Spelljammer may lie.
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
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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.
Egregore is lazing about the Keep, all the candles replaced and... is that a cigar machine? Did he install a cigar dispenser into the Keep?
Upon a horse rides in the Jester, playing the lute all the way, because there is no way he could trip into a muddy puddle a third time righ- oh it happened again.
A large, floating hand picks him up and shakes the mud off him. The Egregore leans against a nearby wall. "Nice entrance."
He chuckles and re-adusts his mask "You don't have to point it out like that." He leaves his horse just outside the Keep and walks inside.
"Maybe. Want a cigar?" He slams his fist into the machine, and a cigar rolls out. It looks expensive. The machine looks like it endures this abuse on an hourly basis.
He mutters something, casting mending on the machine, before waving his hand "I don't smoke, doesn't make it easy to sing after all, and I plan to do a lot of singing."
"A fair point, my friend. I should have considered such things. So, you come to serve as an entertainer? Very few people in this keep have the coin to pay for a jester's show."
"I'm going to try and be an entertainer at the least, and most performances should be free of charge. If I wanted to get paid I'd be elsewhere, I have come to entertain."
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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.'
"A fair point, my friend. I should have considered such things. So, you come to serve as an entertainer? Very few people in this keep have the coin to pay for a jester's show."
"I'm going to try and be an entertainer at the least, and most performances should be free of charge. If I wanted to get paid I'd be elsewhere, I have come to entertain."
"So you've come for the prestige of the Autumn Court? Very few manage to get it, but very few try."
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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.
Helianth heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
"Superb! I knew you could do it! Before we go though, look what I found out I can do!" He holds up a bottle of prepared sunlight. "It's edible and can be used as fuel! We can collect more of it faster as we get closer to the sun!"
All of Helianth's flower heads turn to face the bottle of pure light. "Marvelous! It seems that now, there are only a handful of tasks left unresolved before we can dine on the very stars! May I ask how you figured out how to bottle the light in such a way?" It unfurls the scroll, looking at where the Spelljammer may lie.
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
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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)
"A fair point, my friend. I should have considered such things. So, you come to serve as an entertainer? Very few people in this keep have the coin to pay for a jester's show."
"I'm going to try and be an entertainer at the least, and most performances should be free of charge. If I wanted to get paid I'd be elsewhere, I have come to entertain."
"So you've come for the prestige of the Autumn Court? Very few manage to get it, but very few try."
"I just thought to myself 'What is the worst that could happen?' You know? I could die or something, but that could happen any time."
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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.'
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
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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.
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
"Wonderful! Perhaps we could even sell some of the prepared light to raise funds for whatever work we may need for the Spelljammer's modifications! It'd be nice to not have to work on modifying such a large vessel all on our own."
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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)
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
"Wonderful! Perhaps we could even sell some of the prepared light to raise funds for whatever work we may need for the Spelljammer's modifications! It'd be nice to not have to work on modifying such a large vessel all on our own."
"Ooh! I didn't think of that! You really are a clever flower!"
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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.
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
"Wonderful! Perhaps we could even sell some of the prepared light to raise funds for whatever work we may need for the Spelljammer's modifications! It'd be nice to not have to work on modifying such a large vessel all on our own."
When y'all examined the map you discovered that the spell jammer should be easy enough to find. It appears to have crash-landed in a part of the Country filled with corn fields. The map clearly indicates which cornfield it crashed in, and strange geometrical symbols have been drawn around the crash site.
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
"Wonderful! Perhaps we could even sell some of the prepared light to raise funds for whatever work we may need for the Spelljammer's modifications! It'd be nice to not have to work on modifying such a large vessel all on our own."
"Ooh! I didn't think of that! You really are a clever flower!"
*Ah, yes, the natural progression of Helianth's mad quest: Capitalism.*
"I've been trying to devour the sun for long enough to see empires rise and fall, and for rivers to grind stone to sand. I've picked up a lot of wisdom from my travels. I have no doubt that we'll learn many things during our journey."
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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)
"Ooh! I didn't think of that! You really are a clever flower!"
*Ah, yes, the natural progression of Helianth's mad quest: Capitalism.*
"I've been trying to devour the sun for long enough to see empires rise and fall, and for rivers to grind stone to sand. I've picked up a lot of wisdom from my travels. I have no doubt that we'll learn many things during our journey."
"I'm certainly glad that a being like you would take a being like me on a journey like this. I am honored to be your friend and chef."
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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.
"Ooh! I didn't think of that! You really are a clever flower!"
*Ah, yes, the natural progression of Helianth's mad quest: Capitalism.*
"I've been trying to devour the sun for long enough to see empires rise and fall, and for rivers to grind stone to sand. I've picked up a lot of wisdom from my travels. I have no doubt that we'll learn many things during our journey."
"I'm certainly glad that a being like you would take a being like me on a journey like this. I am honored to be your friend and chef."
"And I am honored to be able to witness your skill and taste your creations, and to have you as a friend as well." Helianth looks back to the map, and then in the direction it shows the spelljammer is at. "Shall we set off to the vessel?"
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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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He mutters something, casting mending on the machine, before waving his hand "I don't smoke, doesn't make it easy to sing after all, and I plan to do a lot of singing."
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.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A fair point, my friend. I should have considered such things. So, you come to serve as an entertainer? Very few people in this keep have the coin to pay for a jester's show."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Librarian watches you leave. As soon as you are out of sight he removes his glasses and polishes them, revealing the deep empty eye sockets devoid of eyes. A small bird pokes its head out and darts out of his skull and after you. The other bird on his shoulder hops back inside his head. It looks at the spectacles he holds in his hands, and the candlelight seems to reflect sunflower heads in their lenses.
Helianth heads over to them from the library, a parchment scroll in its gnarled roots. A small songbird flies overhead.
"I bring good news, friend! I have the map to a Spelljammer that crashed here a long while ago. Once we find it, we can use it to make our star-faring vessel!"
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)
"Superb! I knew you could do it! Before we go though, look what I found out I can do!" He holds up a bottle of prepared sunlight. "It's edible and can be used as fuel! We can collect more of it faster as we get closer to the sun!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
All of Helianth's flower heads turn to face the bottle of pure light. "Marvelous! It seems that now, there are only a handful of tasks left unresolved before we can dine on the very stars! May I ask how you figured out how to bottle the light in such a way?" It unfurls the scroll, looking at where the Spelljammer may lie.
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)
"Well, I used the same method it takes to prepare light, but I set up a little contraption to do it for me with the sunlight falling down." He leans over to look at the scroll as well. He has to stand on his toes to get a good look.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm going to try and be an entertainer at the least, and most performances should be free of charge. If I wanted to get paid I'd be elsewhere, I have come to entertain."
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.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"So you've come for the prestige of the Autumn Court? Very few manage to get it, but very few try."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth bends down, lowering the scroll as well so Felix can see it easily. "Would it be possible to make more of these machines? Between us using them for both sustenance and fuel, we might burn through the supply of prepared light faster than it can be produced by just one mechanism."
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 just thought to myself 'What is the worst that could happen?' You know? I could die or something, but that could happen any time."
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.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Of course! Plus, this is just a prototype. The finished model will be much smaller and more efficient... if I've done my calculations right. But I'm not a machinist, really, so I'm not sure how well I did."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A good point. I think I like you already. I'm sure the King will too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wonderful! Perhaps we could even sell some of the prepared light to raise funds for whatever work we may need for the Spelljammer's modifications! It'd be nice to not have to work on modifying such a large vessel all on our own."
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)
"Ooh! I didn't think of that! You really are a clever flower!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
When y'all examined the map you discovered that the spell jammer should be easy enough to find. It appears to have crash-landed in a part of the Country filled with corn fields. The map clearly indicates which cornfield it crashed in, and strange geometrical symbols have been drawn around the crash site.
*Ah, yes, the natural progression of Helianth's mad quest: Capitalism.*
"I've been trying to devour the sun for long enough to see empires rise and fall, and for rivers to grind stone to sand. I've picked up a lot of wisdom from my travels. I have no doubt that we'll learn many things during our journey."
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 certainly glad that a being like you would take a being like me on a journey like this. I am honored to be your friend and chef."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, I've gotten someone at the Keep to like me, and I haven't even performed yet."
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.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"And I am honored to be able to witness your skill and taste your creations, and to have you as a friend as well." Helianth looks back to the map, and then in the direction it shows the spelljammer is at. "Shall we set off to the vessel?"
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)