You have been making your way through the Autumn Country and you have drawn near to the crash site. As you crest one of the last hills, you look down at the valley that should hold the spell jammer. A strange sight awaits you on the other side of the hill. The valley is a patchwork quilt of cattle pastures and corn fields. The seas of cornstalks ripple and fill the air with a dry, hissing whisper. Alien, geometrical patterns have been carved into the corn fields and the designs seem to spiral and twist and curve tighter and tighter until the reach an axis point at a field in the center of the valley.
A few small cottages are set up in the bare patches between the fields. Evidently folks still live in this holler despite the close proximity to something so otherworldly and eldritch.
Helianth looks around at the scenery- this is likely the only instance where Felix has seen them tense.
"This place... it reminds me of home. How ghastly." There is a tone of disgust to their voice.
"Something is corrupting the wildlife. How exciting! I wonder if there is anything delicious here...?" he looks around, rubbing his handpaws together.
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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.
You have been making your way through the Autumn Country and you have drawn near to the crash site. As you crest one of the last hills, you look down at the valley that should hold the spell jammer. A strange sight awaits you on the other side of the hill. The valley is a patchwork quilt of cattle pastures and corn fields. The seas of cornstalks ripple and fill the air with a dry, hissing whisper. Alien, geometrical patterns have been carved into the corn fields and the designs seem to spiral and twist and curve tighter and tighter until the reach an axis point at a field in the center of the valley.
A few small cottages are set up in the bare patches between the fields. Evidently folks still live in this holler despite the close proximity to something so otherworldly and eldritch.
Helianth looks around at the scenery- this is likely the only instance where Felix has seen them tense.
"This place... it reminds me of home. How ghastly." There is a tone of disgust to their voice.
"Something is corrupting the wildlife. How exciting! I wonder if there is anything delicious here...?" he looks around, rubbing his handpaws together.
"Possibly... We'll have a decent bit of time to figure that out. I doubt we'll be able to move an entire spelljammer elsewhere for a while."
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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)
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
The sunflower watches the 'crow' in turn, seeming worried for the first time in ages. "Whatever is happening to the life here, it's no doubt originating from the spelljammer. We may need to stop whatever leakage is happening there before we can get it working again."
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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)
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
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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.
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
It lets out two hoarse caws in surprise and fear. It's scaly talons scratch and your arms and it's two beaks snap at you angrily.
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
It lets out two hoarse caws in surprise and fear. It's scaly talons scratch and your arms and it's two beaks snap at you angrily.
"Can you talk, little guy?" He asks, using his tail to push a knife halfway out of its sheath.
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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.
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
It lets out two hoarse caws in surprise and fear. It's scaly talons scratch and your arms and it's two beaks snap at you angrily.
"Can you talk, little guy?" He asks, using his tail to push a knife halfway out of its sheath.
It doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
It lets out two hoarse caws in surprise and fear. It's scaly talons scratch and your arms and it's two beaks snap at you angrily.
"Can you talk, little guy?" He asks, using his tail to push a knife halfway out of its sheath.
It doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
He shoves both heads in his mouth and crunches down on them, pulling back in an attempt to take the spine(s) out at the same time.
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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 doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
He shoves both heads in his mouth and crunches down on them, pulling back in an attempt to take the spine(s) out at the same time.
Its thrashing ceases as you tear the spine out of its body. Its wings hang limp as crimson blood drops to the dust at your feet.
Felix continues chewing as he butchers the body with casual interest.
Other than the abnormal number of craniums, the beast seems to be a regular crow. The corruption you tasted in the corn seems to be stronger in the crow's blood.
It doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
He shoves both heads in his mouth and crunches down on them, pulling back in an attempt to take the spine(s) out at the same time.
Its thrashing ceases as you tear the spine out of its body. Its wings hang limp as crimson blood drops to the dust at your feet.
Felix continues chewing as he butchers the body with casual interest.
Other than the abnormal number of craniums, the beast seems to be a regular crow. The corruption you tasted in the corn seems to be stronger in the crow's blood.
"So the toxins build up over time and cause mutations. Good to know. I wonder if it has a purpose, or if it's just random transformation? We'll see."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
He shoves both heads in his mouth and crunches down on them, pulling back in an attempt to take the spine(s) out at the same time.
Its thrashing ceases as you tear the spine out of its body. Its wings hang limp as crimson blood drops to the dust at your feet.
Felix continues chewing as he butchers the body with casual interest.
Other than the abnormal number of craniums, the beast seems to be a regular crow. The corruption you tasted in the corn seems to be stronger in the crow's blood.
"So the toxins build up over time and cause mutations. Good to know. I wonder if it has a purpose, or if it's just random transformation? We'll see."
Helianth has watched this whole scene play out, and is soaking up the freshly-spilled blood with its roots. "I'm impressed. You dispatched that bird with such precision... I take it this isn't your first time with live food?"
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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 Lumberjack has returned to his cabin in the woods, the sound of sharp metal against wood able to be heard from quite the distance away as he works. His bird flies high above, taking in the area around them as their new home. Trees falling in the woods, with only the Lumberjack there to hear it.
Parry the Blacksmith has taken a break from his craft and is actually just enjoying his life as a little bird man. Making mechanical toys for anyone who will take them, a smile in his eyes his beak can't show.
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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.'
"So the toxins build up over time and cause mutations. Good to know. I wonder if it has a purpose, or if it's just random transformation? We'll see."
Helianth has watched this whole scene play out, and is soaking up the freshly-spilled blood with its roots. "I'm impressed. You dispatched that bird with such precision... I take it this isn't your first time with live food?"
"Of course not! It's good for a chef to get used to cooking fresh ingredients. You never know how much flavor you could be losing if you go with store-bought! There's a reason they sell lobsters live, you know."
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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.
"Something is corrupting the wildlife. How exciting! I wonder if there is anything delicious here...?" he looks around, rubbing his handpaws together.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Possibly... We'll have a decent bit of time to figure that out. I doubt we'll be able to move an entire spelljammer elsewhere for a while."
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)
Y'all notice a crow watching you with four sets of eyes. Two heads are crammed onto the crows shoulders and the abominations twisted form perches silently on a leafless branch.
The sunflower watches the 'crow' in turn, seeming worried for the first time in ages. "Whatever is happening to the life here, it's no doubt originating from the spelljammer. We may need to stop whatever leakage is happening there before we can get it working again."
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)
Felix looks up at it with a dull expression. Then, with terrifying speed, he lunges all the way to the branch, grabbing the bird gently. He holds it like a hamburger.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It lets out two hoarse caws in surprise and fear. It's scaly talons scratch and your arms and it's two beaks snap at you angrily.
"Can you talk, little guy?" He asks, using his tail to push a knife halfway out of its sheath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It doesn't seem to be capable of speech. Instead it continues to pour shrieks out from its twin beaks and thrash about in your grip.
He shoves both heads in his mouth and crunches down on them, pulling back in an attempt to take the spine(s) out at the same time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Its thrashing ceases as you tear the spine out of its body. Its wings hang limp as crimson blood drops to the dust at your feet.
Felix continues chewing as he butchers the body with casual interest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Other than the abnormal number of craniums, the beast seems to be a regular crow. The corruption you tasted in the corn seems to be stronger in the crow's blood.
"So the toxins build up over time and cause mutations. Good to know. I wonder if it has a purpose, or if it's just random transformation? We'll see."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah so the basics for a shadow monster to do." He says, tuning his lute accordingly, a strange magic coming from the man and his instrument.
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.)
"Yeah, basically. I don't hurt anyone though. I always avoid violence where I can, and I nearly always can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And when you can't avoid violence? What do you do then?" He pulls the strings, a sound that can sooth any soul coming out.
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.)
Helianth has watched this whole scene play out, and is soaking up the freshly-spilled blood with its roots. "I'm impressed. You dispatched that bird with such precision... I take it this isn't your first time with live food?"
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 Lumberjack has returned to his cabin in the woods, the sound of sharp metal against wood able to be heard from quite the distance away as he works. His bird flies high above, taking in the area around them as their new home. Trees falling in the woods, with only the Lumberjack there to hear it.
Parry the Blacksmith has taken a break from his craft and is actually just enjoying his life as a little bird man. Making mechanical toys for anyone who will take them, a smile in his eyes his beak can't show.
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 not! It's good for a chef to get used to cooking fresh ingredients. You never know how much flavor you could be losing if you go with store-bought! There's a reason they sell lobsters live, you know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I kill. It's not a good thing to do, but when someone is so raring to fight that they'll cut off every escape route, I have no choice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.