A figure is seen approaching the Keep with eerie grace and silence. A woman standing 10 feet tall with a thin and lanky physique with ashen gray-white flash, six long and spindly arms each tipped with long and multi-jointed fingers. Her legs are insectile with two chitinous front claws and a rear claw on each foot. She has 8 black spider-like eyes and both a human mouth and spider mandibles, long black thin hair drapes down to her lower back. She is wearing a simple white dress with little red autumn leaves stiches in a few places to give a pop of color. She is holding a large wrapped parcel in two of her arms as she reaches the front of the Keep's entrance.
Standing in the Keep's doorway is the Autumn King. His busy leafed head is tosses back and his eyes are closed. His pumpkin helmet is held under his bare, strong arms. He lowers his head and looks at you, "Forgive me, I was just tasting the last bits of September's strength. It is almost gone you know." He then smiles, "Where are my manners. I am Augustus, King of the Autumn Country."
"Greeting my King, you humble me with your presence." The woman says as she bows gracefully.
"Who do I have the pleasure of meeting this blustery morning? A sister of Anansi? A daughter of Arachne perhaps?"
"No, though I'm sure we share a common ancestry. I am Aerania Paon. I do not believe we have met, as my husband tends to be more involved with the courts and nobility in general. However, he is still away on travel so I decided to deliver his gift for you before October officially starts."The woman says as she hold up the wrapped parcel.
"Then you have arrived just in time because I must go out on a journey of my own soon." His flickering, candlelight eyes flash as he speaks, "What gift do you bring?"
"Then you have arrived just in time because I must go out on a journey of my own soon." His flickering, candlelight eyes flash as he speaks, "What gift do you bring?"
She would hand him the parcel. As he opens it, he finds the most Halloween styled cloak ever. It is made out of the most perfect orange and pure black autumn leaves that have fallen in the Autumn Country, perfectly preserved and enchanted to remain in their current state and woven together to look more like a thick furred cloak than just a bunch of leaves. Between the leaves are small pumpkins and other gourds on vines that disappear into the mass of leaves. The interior of the cloak looks like the inner membrane of a bat's wing so that when the cloak is fully open they loo like open bat wings. The clip that keeps the cloak on is a beautifully carved jack-o'-lantern made of padparadscha sapphire with the black eyes and mouth lined with black opal.
"Then you have arrived just in time because I must go out on a journey of my own soon." His flickering, candlelight eyes flash as he speaks, "What gift do you bring?"
She would hand him the parcel. As he opens it, he finds the most Halloween styled cloak ever. It is made out of the most perfect orange and pure black autumn leaves that have fallen in the Autumn Country, perfectly preserved and enchanted to remain in their current state and woven together to look more like a thick furred cloak than just a bunch of leaves. Between the leaves are small pumpkins and other gourds on vines that disappear into the mass of leaves. The interior of the cloak looks like the inner membrane of a bat's wing so that when the cloak is fully open they loo like open bat wings. The clip that keeps the cloak on is a beautifully carved jack-o'-lantern made of padparadscha sapphire with the black eyes and mouth lined with black opal.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
"Then you have arrived just in time because I must go out on a journey of my own soon." His flickering, candlelight eyes flash as he speaks, "What gift do you bring?"
She would hand him the parcel. As he opens it, he finds the most Halloween styled cloak ever. It is made out of the most perfect orange and pure black autumn leaves that have fallen in the Autumn Country, perfectly preserved and enchanted to remain in their current state and woven together to look more like a thick furred cloak than just a bunch of leaves. Between the leaves are small pumpkins and other gourds on vines that disappear into the mass of leaves. The interior of the cloak looks like the inner membrane of a bat's wing so that when the cloak is fully open they loo like open bat wings. The clip that keeps the cloak on is a beautifully carved jack-o'-lantern made of padparadscha sapphire with the black eyes and mouth lined with black opal.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
"Well then send him my thanks. This shall become my Raiment of October." He shrugs his goose feather cloak of his shoulders and tosses it aside. It transforms into a flock of geese that soar into the sky in a "V" shaped formation. He then pulls the cloak over his broad, bare shoulders.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
"Well then send him my thanks. This shall become my Raiment of October." He shrugs his goose feather cloak of his shoulders and tosses it aside. It transforms into a flock of geese that soar into the sky in a "V" shaped formation. He then pulls the cloak over his broad, bare shoulders.
“I’m sure he will be pleased to hear the praise. I’d imagine that despite his delay, he will be here for the Festivities at the end of the month. He loves going all out for the various seasonal holidays you see.” She says with a small but genuine smile.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
"Well then send him my thanks. This shall become my Raiment of October." He shrugs his goose feather cloak of his shoulders and tosses it aside. It transforms into a flock of geese that soar into the sky in a "V" shaped formation. He then pulls the cloak over his broad, bare shoulders.
“I’m sure he will be pleased to hear the praise. I’d imagine that despite his delay, he will be here for the Festivities at the end of the month. He loves going all out for the various seasonal holidays you see.” She says with a small but genuine smile.
*Sorry, me and my brother are having a pretty awesome rap battle so I'll be hoping back and forth as he tries to write his comebacks.*
"I look forward to meeting him. How about you? Will you stick around till then?"
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
"Well then send him my thanks. This shall become my Raiment of October." He shrugs his goose feather cloak of his shoulders and tosses it aside. It transforms into a flock of geese that soar into the sky in a "V" shaped formation. He then pulls the cloak over his broad, bare shoulders.
“I’m sure he will be pleased to hear the praise. I’d imagine that despite his delay, he will be here for the Festivities at the end of the month. He loves going all out for the various seasonal holidays you see.” She says with a small but genuine smile.
*Sorry, me and my brother are having a pretty awesome rap battle so I'll be hoping back and forth as he tries to write his comebacks.*
"I look forward to meeting him. How about you? Will you stick around till then?"
“Of course, our main home is here in the Autumn Country. We find this place suits our…eccentricities the best.” She says.
Fahkar has just killed some ghouls. He stands in a clearing, rain pouring down his back.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
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Helianth takes advantage of Felix's advantage, attempting to wallop the monster with another blow from its flailing roots: 10 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage.
Then, using their light to fuel their sorceries once more, they Quicken their casting to fire a 2nd level burning hands, a cone of roaring, frenzying flame erupting from its largest flower head like the breath of a dragon. The monster needs to make a Dexterity save (DC 17), taking 12 fire damage (or half on a success).
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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)
Felix's radiant blasts strike the monster as it is shifting its mass around its frame. You see that this seems to cause more damage and slow the two headed fiend's transformations as it tears apart its anatomy. Helianth's radical attack (see what I did there botanists?) pounds it into the ground and the two heads let out a hoarse shriek before it is silenced by your sun fed flames.
The monster lays dead and mangled on the flattened corn husks.
*I didn't plan anything else involving the spell jammer. You can pretty much pick whatever you want to be inside it. I didn't think it would be fair to create a whole dungeon out of it right before I have to disappear for two weeks and dungeons don't really work well in the role-play threads anyways. Have fun swallowing the sun!*
Felix's radiant blasts strike the monster as it is shifting its mass around its frame. You see that this seems to cause more damage and slow the two headed fiend's transformations as it tears apart its anatomy. Helianth's radical attack (see what I did there botanists?) pounds it into the ground and the two heads let out a hoarse shriek before it is silenced by your sun fed flames.
The monster lays dead and mangled on the flattened corn husks.
*I didn't plan anything else involving the spell jammer. You can pretty much pick whatever you want to be inside it. I didn't think it would be fair to create a whole dungeon out of it right before I have to disappear for two weeks and dungeons don't really work well in the role-play threads anyways. Have fun swallowing the sun!*
*Felix is about to sing the Doom Song.*
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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.
Felix's radiant blasts strike the monster as it is shifting its mass around its frame. You see that this seems to cause more damage and slow the two headed fiend's transformations as it tears apart its anatomy. Helianth's radical attack (see what I did there botanists?) pounds it into the ground and the two heads let out a hoarse shriek before it is silenced by your sun fed flames.
The monster lays dead and mangled on the flattened corn husks.
*I didn't plan anything else involving the spell jammer. You can pretty much pick whatever you want to be inside it. I didn't think it would be fair to create a whole dungeon out of it right before I have to disappear for two weeks and dungeons don't really work well in the role-play threads anyways. Have fun swallowing the sun!*
*Sounds great! Thanks for helping these two maniacs out, and have a great trip!*
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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 pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
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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 pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
"Nope! Barely scratched!" He casts Cure Wounds on himself, bringing himself back to full.
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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 pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
"Nope! Barely scratched!" He casts Cure Wounds on himself, bringing himself back to full.
"Wonderful! Now, the Spelljammer is ours!" It starts shambling to head inside the ship. "Let's have a look around, shall we?"
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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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"Then you have arrived just in time because I must go out on a journey of my own soon." His flickering, candlelight eyes flash as he speaks, "What gift do you bring?"
She would hand him the parcel. As he opens it, he finds the most Halloween styled cloak ever. It is made out of the most perfect orange and pure black autumn leaves that have fallen in the Autumn Country, perfectly preserved and enchanted to remain in their current state and woven together to look more like a thick furred cloak than just a bunch of leaves. Between the leaves are small pumpkins and other gourds on vines that disappear into the mass of leaves. The interior of the cloak looks like the inner membrane of a bat's wing so that when the cloak is fully open they loo like open bat wings. The clip that keeps the cloak on is a beautifully carved jack-o'-lantern made of padparadscha sapphire with the black eyes and mouth lined with black opal.
He examines this and his eyes flicker with admiration, "Whoever made this was a master craftsman. I've never seen anything like it." He then turns his glowing gaze directly at you, "What is the reason behind such a magnificent gift?"
“My husband greatly enjoys crafting magnificent garments for the various court members and nobility from across the seasons. Normally he handles delivering them himself or through his assistant, but since he is still abroad and with October almost here, I felt we couldn’t wait any longer for his return to deliver it. Im sure he would have been upset if this was given even a day too late to usher in the “spooky month” “ She says.
"Well then send him my thanks. This shall become my Raiment of October." He shrugs his goose feather cloak of his shoulders and tosses it aside. It transforms into a flock of geese that soar into the sky in a "V" shaped formation. He then pulls the cloak over his broad, bare shoulders.
“I’m sure he will be pleased to hear the praise. I’d imagine that despite his delay, he will be here for the Festivities at the end of the month. He loves going all out for the various seasonal holidays you see.” She says with a small but genuine smile.
*Sorry, me and my brother are having a pretty awesome rap battle so I'll be hoping back and forth as he tries to write his comebacks.*
"I look forward to meeting him. How about you? Will you stick around till then?"
“Of course, our main home is here in the Autumn Country. We find this place suits our…eccentricities the best.” She says.
"Wonderful. I'm glad my Country lays claim to such masterful artisans."
*welcome to october everybody!*
Fahkar has just killed some ghouls. He stands in a clearing, rain pouring down his back.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
The Beastknight is in the Keep defending it from feral ghouls, the more evil ones. Rain pours down his armor and washes the blood off his sword.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's officially October! Time for spooky shenanigans!*
Helianth is still locked in combat against the denizen of the Spelljammer.
*I think it's either the monster's turn or Felix's.*
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 monster just took a turn, I believe.*
Felix casts Guiding Bolt on the aberration.
Attack: 14 Damage: 18 radiant, and next the attack against the monster has advantage
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth takes advantage of Felix's advantage, attempting to wallop the monster with another blow from its flailing roots: 10 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage.
Then, using their light to fuel their sorceries once more, they Quicken their casting to fire a 2nd level burning hands, a cone of roaring, frenzying flame erupting from its largest flower head like the breath of a dragon. The monster needs to make a Dexterity save (DC 17), taking 12 fire damage (or half on a success).
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's radiant blasts strike the monster as it is shifting its mass around its frame. You see that this seems to cause more damage and slow the two headed fiend's transformations as it tears apart its anatomy. Helianth's radical attack (see what I did there botanists?) pounds it into the ground and the two heads let out a hoarse shriek before it is silenced by your sun fed flames.
The monster lays dead and mangled on the flattened corn husks.
*I didn't plan anything else involving the spell jammer. You can pretty much pick whatever you want to be inside it. I didn't think it would be fair to create a whole dungeon out of it right before I have to disappear for two weeks and dungeons don't really work well in the role-play threads anyways. Have fun swallowing the sun!*
*Felix is about to sing the Doom Song.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sounds great! Thanks for helping these two maniacs out, and have a great trip!*
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 pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
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)
"Nope! Barely scratched!" He casts Cure Wounds on himself, bringing himself back to full.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wonderful! Now, the Spelljammer is ours!" It starts shambling to head inside the ship. "Let's have a look around, shall we?"
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)