He looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
"I know. You needn't worry about that- I'll be fine. What matters right now is getting you healthy again." With only the faintest bit of reluctance from not seeing a better option of fixing his wounds, it retrieves the repair tools and attempts to figure out how they work- it doesn't want to accidentally hurt him more.
Arcana: 10
*Oof*
It has some idea of how to activate them and manipulate them, but their actual individual effects are unknown.
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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.
He looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
"I know. You needn't worry about that- I'll be fine. What matters right now is getting you healthy again." With only the faintest bit of reluctance from not seeing a better option of fixing his wounds, it retrieves the repair tools and attempts to figure out how they work- it doesn't want to accidentally hurt him more.
Arcana: 10
*Oof*
It has some idea of how to activate them and manipulate them, but their actual individual effects are unknown.
*Oof indeed... this might not end super well.*
Helianth tries to use the tools to fix Felix's wounds, trying to take extra care to not hurt him.
Medicine: 10
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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)
He looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
"I know. You needn't worry about that- I'll be fine. What matters right now is getting you healthy again." With only the faintest bit of reluctance from not seeing a better option of fixing his wounds, it retrieves the repair tools and attempts to figure out how they work- it doesn't want to accidentally hurt him more.
Arcana: 10
*Oof*
It has some idea of how to activate them and manipulate them, but their actual individual effects are unknown.
*Oof indeed... this might not end super well.*
Helianth tries to use the tools to fix Felix's wounds, trying to take extra care to not hurt him.
Medicine: 7
*I didn't want to kill Felix, so I opted for a sort of... 'success at a cost'. How is this?*
The tools do their job, and while it's a bit nauseating to look at at times, they do regenerate Felix's flesh and realign his bones. Occasionally, the tools may accidentally re-break one of the bones it just repaired or tear open a still-raw injury once more, followed by Helianth profusely apologizing and quickly mending the wounds the device made. The process takes over an hour, and there are many times that the flower makes an error and panics to correct it, but by the end, most of the damage is healed back to a state of moderate functionality.
Everything goes wrong when it tries to use the tools to attach the new arm.
What Helianth tried to do is regenerate Felix's flesh to grow and attach to the new arm: What happened was the inverse. The roots grew into Felix instead, spreading through parts of his upper torso. He can feel them spreading and burrowing through his insides and growing thorns within his own body- thank gods, they didn't puncture any vital organs, but it is agony nonetheless. Once the desperate flower realizes what's happening it pulls the regenerator tools away and powers them off, but by the time it did, the damage was done.
Felix can move the new arm to some degree of functionality, but doing so causes pain to shoot through that entire side of his body as the roots within shift.
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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)
*I didn't want to kill Felix, so I opted for a sort of... 'success at a cost'. How is this?*
The tools do their job, and while it's a bit nauseating to look at at times, they do regenerate Felix's flesh and realign his bones. Occasionally, the tools may accidentally re-break one of the bones it just repaired or tear open a still-raw injury once more, followed by Helianth profusely apologizing and quickly mending the wounds the device made. The process takes over an hour, and there are many times that the flower makes an error and panics to correct it, but by the end, most of the damage is healed back to a state of moderate functionality.
Everything goes wrong when it tries to use the tools to attach the new arm.
What Helianth tried to do is regenerate Felix's flesh to grow and attach to the new arm: What happened was the inverse. The roots grew into Felix instead, spreading through parts of his upper torso. He can feel them spreading and burrowing through his insides and growing thorns within his own body- thank gods, they didn't puncture any vital organs, but it is agony nonetheless. Once the desperate flower realizes what's happening it pulls the regenerator tools away and powers them off, but by the time it did, the damage was done.
Felix can move the new arm to some degree of functionality, but doing so causes pain to shoot through that entire side of his body as the roots within shift.
*Very interesting. However, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!*
As soon as the roots start to spread into his organs, he begins to writhe and cry out in agony. It seems to have triggered some sort of reaction in his body. The root arm ignites with giantsflame as runes open up along his flesh. His body begins to grow rapidly, his teeth gnashing and claws lengthening. His tail lashes, nearly knocking Helianth over.
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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.
*I didn't want to kill Felix, so I opted for a sort of... 'success at a cost'. How is this?*
The tools do their job, and while it's a bit nauseating to look at at times, they do regenerate Felix's flesh and realign his bones. Occasionally, the tools may accidentally re-break one of the bones it just repaired or tear open a still-raw injury once more, followed by Helianth profusely apologizing and quickly mending the wounds the device made. The process takes over an hour, and there are many times that the flower makes an error and panics to correct it, but by the end, most of the damage is healed back to a state of moderate functionality.
Everything goes wrong when it tries to use the tools to attach the new arm.
What Helianth tried to do is regenerate Felix's flesh to grow and attach to the new arm: What happened was the inverse. The roots grew into Felix instead, spreading through parts of his upper torso. He can feel them spreading and burrowing through his insides and growing thorns within his own body- thank gods, they didn't puncture any vital organs, but it is agony nonetheless. Once the desperate flower realizes what's happening it pulls the regenerator tools away and powers them off, but by the time it did, the damage was done.
Felix can move the new arm to some degree of functionality, but doing so causes pain to shoot through that entire side of his body as the roots within shift.
*Very interesting. However, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!*
As soon as the roots start to spread into his organs, he begins to writhe and cry out in agony. It seems to have triggered some sort of reaction in his body. The root arm ignites with giantsflame as runes open up along his flesh. His body begins to grow rapidly, his teeth gnashing and claws lengthening. His tail lashes, nearly knocking Helianth over.
Helianth begins panicking, not sure what to do. "Oh, nononononono. This wasn't meant to happen! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" It begins trying to absorb the giantsflame to put it out, hoping that at least that could help ease the pain.
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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)
*Very interesting. However, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!*
As soon as the roots start to spread into his organs, he begins to writhe and cry out in agony. It seems to have triggered some sort of reaction in his body. The root arm ignites with giantsflame as runes open up along his flesh. His body begins to grow rapidly, his teeth gnashing and claws lengthening. His tail lashes, nearly knocking Helianth over.
Helianth begins panicking, not sure what to do. "Oh, nononononono. This wasn't meant to happen! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" It begins trying to absorb the giantsflame to put it out, hoping that at least that could help ease the pain.
The flame seems to be coming from inside him, as though his very nature were altered. Eventually, the writhing stops and he slowly rises into a crouch on the table. Flesh coils around the thorned roots, crumbling them into ash. The pink spirals are now set into black sclera, and his mouth is absurdly wide and filled with far, far too many teeth. If he were standing up, he would likely be at least 13ft tall. His eyes slowly refocus on Helianth. His breath steams despite it not being all that cold inside. "I'm... so... hungry, Helianth."
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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.
*Very interesting. However, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!*
As soon as the roots start to spread into his organs, he begins to writhe and cry out in agony. It seems to have triggered some sort of reaction in his body. The root arm ignites with giantsflame as runes open up along his flesh. His body begins to grow rapidly, his teeth gnashing and claws lengthening. His tail lashes, nearly knocking Helianth over.
Helianth begins panicking, not sure what to do. "Oh, nononononono. This wasn't meant to happen! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" It begins trying to absorb the giantsflame to put it out, hoping that at least that could help ease the pain.
The flame seems to be coming from inside him, as though his very nature were altered. Eventually, the writhing stops and he slowly rises into a crouch on the table. Flesh coils around the thorned roots, crumbling them into ash. The pink spirals are now set into black sclera, and his mouth is absurdly wide and filled with far, far too many teeth. If he were standing up, he would likely be at least 13ft tall. His eyes slowly refocus on Helianth. His breath steams despite it not being all that cold inside. "I'm... so... hungry, Helianth."
"Oh gods... you're okay!" It moves to hug Felix, now only a foot or so taller than him. It doesn't seem too worried about his change in appearance, and is simply relieved he isn't in pain. "I was so scared. I'm so sorry it hurt. It's so good to have you back..."
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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 flame seems to be coming from inside him, as though his very nature were altered. Eventually, the writhing stops and he slowly rises into a crouch on the table. Flesh coils around the thorned roots, crumbling them into ash. The pink spirals are now set into black sclera, and his mouth is absurdly wide and filled with far, far too many teeth. If he were standing up, he would likely be at least 13ft tall. His eyes slowly refocus on Helianth. His breath steams despite it not being all that cold inside. "I'm... so... hungry, Helianth."
"Oh gods... you're okay!" It moves to hug Felix, now only a foot or so taller than him. It doesn't seem too worried about his change in appearance, and is simply relieved he isn't in pain. "I was so scared. I'm so sorry it hurt. It's so good to have you back..."
The giant strugel hugs back, his fur resisting its thorns without issue. "I thought you didn't need me anymore, so I left to learn new skills. That way I could be useful again."
*I keep thinking of Helianth as a badass girlboss and I don't know why. It's clearly an it.*
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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.
The flame seems to be coming from inside him, as though his very nature were altered. Eventually, the writhing stops and he slowly rises into a crouch on the table. Flesh coils around the thorned roots, crumbling them into ash. The pink spirals are now set into black sclera, and his mouth is absurdly wide and filled with far, far too many teeth. If he were standing up, he would likely be at least 13ft tall. His eyes slowly refocus on Helianth. His breath steams despite it not being all that cold inside. "I'm... so... hungry, Helianth."
"Oh gods... you're okay!" It moves to hug Felix, now only a foot or so taller than him. It doesn't seem too worried about his change in appearance, and is simply relieved he isn't in pain. "I was so scared. I'm so sorry it hurt. It's so good to have you back..."
The giant strugel hugs back, his fur resisting its thorns without issue. "I thought you didn't need me anymore, so I left to learn new skills. That way I could be useful again."
*I keep thinking of Helianth as a badass girlboss and I don't know why. It's clearly an it.*
It holds Felix for as long as he needs. "You don't need to try to be 'useful' for me. I love you for you, and skills don't define a person."
*It's all good lol. They're certainly a badass and a boss.*
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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 giant strugel hugs back, his fur resisting its thorns without issue. "I thought you didn't need me anymore, so I left to learn new skills. That way I could be useful again."
*I keep thinking of Helianth as a badass girlboss and I don't know why. It's clearly an it.*
It holds Felix for as long as he needs. "You don't need to try to be 'useful' for me. I love you for you, and skills don't define a person."
*It's all good lol. They're certainly a badass and a boss.*
"Yeah, but... you've had such a positive impact on me, and I want to have an impact on you the same way. I want to make your life better." He nuzzles into it.
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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.
The giant strugel hugs back, his fur resisting its thorns without issue. "I thought you didn't need me anymore, so I left to learn new skills. That way I could be useful again."
*I keep thinking of Helianth as a badass girlboss and I don't know why. It's clearly an it.*
It holds Felix for as long as he needs. "You don't need to try to be 'useful' for me. I love you for you, and skills don't define a person."
*It's all good lol. They're certainly a badass and a boss.*
"Yeah, but... you've had such a positive impact on me, and I want to have an impact on you the same way. I want to make your life better." He nuzzles into it.
"You already have. You have made such a big impact on my life for the better. I wouldn't trade this for anything."
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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)
"Yeah, but... you've had such a positive impact on me, and I want to have an impact on you the same way. I want to make your life better." He nuzzles into it.
"You already have. You have made such a big impact on my life for the better. I wouldn't trade this for anything."
He sighs contentedly, snuggling close to the desiccated, thorny plant. After about a minute, he speaks again. "Helianth? I'm really, really hungry."
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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.
"Yeah, but... you've had such a positive impact on me, and I want to have an impact on you the same way. I want to make your life better." He nuzzles into it.
"You already have. You have made such a big impact on my life for the better. I wouldn't trade this for anything."
He sighs contentedly, snuggling close to the desiccated, thorny plant. After about a minute, he speaks again. "Helianth? I'm really, really hungry."
"Oh, right! What say the two of us find something to eat? I think we still have some light preserves from the picnic somewhere..." It begins shambling towards the storage rooms of the ship, occasionally opening a crate or container to look inside.
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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)
He sighs contentedly, snuggling close to the desiccated, thorny plant. After about a minute, he speaks again. "Helianth? I'm really, really hungry."
"Oh, right! What say the two of us find something to eat? I think we still have some light preserves from the picnic somewhere..." It begins shambling towards the storage rooms of the ship, occasionally opening a crate or container to look inside.
He shakes his head. "I don't think light would sustain me. I need... fruit. Vegetables. Meat. Strugels aren't like plants. I don't even know if I count as a strugel anymore." He seems to be shrinking slowly.
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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.
He sighs contentedly, snuggling close to the desiccated, thorny plant. After about a minute, he speaks again. "Helianth? I'm really, really hungry."
"Oh, right! What say the two of us find something to eat? I think we still have some light preserves from the picnic somewhere..." It begins shambling towards the storage rooms of the ship, occasionally opening a crate or container to look inside.
He shakes his head. "I don't think light would sustain me. I need... fruit. Vegetables. Meat. Strugels aren't like plants. I don't even know if I count as a strugel anymore." He seems to be shrinking slowly.
"I see... How about we visit the Keep of Painted Leaves and join one of their feasts again?" It pulls a bottle of distilled light from a crate, stowing it within their curled-up roots.
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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)
He shakes his head. "I don't think light would sustain me. I need... fruit. Vegetables. Meat. Strugels aren't like plants. I don't even know if I count as a strugel anymore." He seems to be shrinking slowly.
"I see... How about we visit the Keep of Painted Leaves and join one of their feasts again?" It pulls a bottle of distilled light from a crate, stowing it within their curled-up roots.
"That sounds wonderful. We could even check on the blacksmith on the way to or from, if that sounds like a good idea."
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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.
He shakes his head. "I don't think light would sustain me. I need... fruit. Vegetables. Meat. Strugels aren't like plants. I don't even know if I count as a strugel anymore." He seems to be shrinking slowly.
"I see... How about we visit the Keep of Painted Leaves and join one of their feasts again?" It pulls a bottle of distilled light from a crate, stowing it within their curled-up roots.
"That sounds wonderful. We could even check on the blacksmith on the way to or from, if that sounds like a good idea."
"Ah, good idea! Now, are you good to walk, or should I carry you?" It starts to head outside the Spelljammer, opening the doors that were blasted off their hinges when the two first found and... assumed ownership of the vessel way back when.
*I gtg for a little while, but I should be good to continue this soonish.*
"That sounds wonderful. We could even check on the blacksmith on the way to or from, if that sounds like a good idea."
"Ah, good idea! Now, are you good to walk, or should I carry you?" It starts to head outside the Spelljammer, opening the doors that were blasted off their hinges when the two first found and... assumed ownership of the vessel way back when.
*I gtg for a little while, but I should be good to continue this soonish.*
"I think I can walk. This transformation seems to have caused incredible levels of regeneration." He's about twice his original size now, a little over 8 feet.
*I'll be waiting... plotting...*
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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.
"That sounds wonderful. We could even check on the blacksmith on the way to or from, if that sounds like a good idea."
"Ah, good idea! Now, are you good to walk, or should I carry you?" It starts to head outside the Spelljammer, opening the doors that were blasted off their hinges when the two first found and... assumed ownership of the vessel way back when.
*I gtg for a little while, but I should be good to continue this soonish.*
"I think I can walk. This transformation seems to have caused incredible levels of regeneration." He's about twice his original size now, a little over 8 feet.
*I'll be waiting... plotting...*
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That's good that you're feeling... better..." It trails off in its sentence, pausing as a dawning sense of dread washes over it. That hunger that Felix describes... could it be?.. No, surely not. That's not how the curse works... right?
"How hungry are you, Felix, if I may ask? Is it a normal amount, or... is it something else?"
*Oof*
It has some idea of how to activate them and manipulate them, but their actual individual effects are unknown.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oof indeed... this might not end super well.*
Helianth tries to use the tools to fix Felix's wounds, trying to take extra care to not hurt him.
Medicine: 10
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)
*gtg for a while. Think about that roll for a bit. I'm allowing you to decide how this goes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I didn't want to kill Felix, so I opted for a sort of... 'success at a cost'. How is this?*
The tools do their job, and while it's a bit nauseating to look at at times, they do regenerate Felix's flesh and realign his bones. Occasionally, the tools may accidentally re-break one of the bones it just repaired or tear open a still-raw injury once more, followed by Helianth profusely apologizing and quickly mending the wounds the device made. The process takes over an hour, and there are many times that the flower makes an error and panics to correct it, but by the end, most of the damage is healed back to a state of moderate functionality.
Everything goes wrong when it tries to use the tools to attach the new arm.
What Helianth tried to do is regenerate Felix's flesh to grow and attach to the new arm: What happened was the inverse. The roots grew into Felix instead, spreading through parts of his upper torso. He can feel them spreading and burrowing through his insides and growing thorns within his own body- thank gods, they didn't puncture any vital organs, but it is agony nonetheless. Once the desperate flower realizes what's happening it pulls the regenerator tools away and powers them off, but by the time it did, the damage was done.
Felix can move the new arm to some degree of functionality, but doing so causes pain to shoot through that entire side of his body as the roots within shift.
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)
*Very interesting. However, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!*
As soon as the roots start to spread into his organs, he begins to writhe and cry out in agony. It seems to have triggered some sort of reaction in his body. The root arm ignites with giantsflame as runes open up along his flesh. His body begins to grow rapidly, his teeth gnashing and claws lengthening. His tail lashes, nearly knocking Helianth over.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth begins panicking, not sure what to do. "Oh, nononononono. This wasn't meant to happen! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" It begins trying to absorb the giantsflame to put it out, hoping that at least that could help ease the pain.
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 flame seems to be coming from inside him, as though his very nature were altered. Eventually, the writhing stops and he slowly rises into a crouch on the table. Flesh coils around the thorned roots, crumbling them into ash. The pink spirals are now set into black sclera, and his mouth is absurdly wide and filled with far, far too many teeth. If he were standing up, he would likely be at least 13ft tall. His eyes slowly refocus on Helianth. His breath steams despite it not being all that cold inside. "I'm... so... hungry, Helianth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh gods... you're okay!" It moves to hug Felix, now only a foot or so taller than him. It doesn't seem too worried about his change in appearance, and is simply relieved he isn't in pain. "I was so scared. I'm so sorry it hurt. It's so good to have you back..."
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 giant strugel hugs back, his fur resisting its thorns without issue. "I thought you didn't need me anymore, so I left to learn new skills. That way I could be useful again."
*I keep thinking of Helianth as a badass girlboss and I don't know why. It's clearly an it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It holds Felix for as long as he needs. "You don't need to try to be 'useful' for me. I love you for you, and skills don't define a person."
*It's all good lol. They're certainly a badass and a boss.*
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)
"Yeah, but... you've had such a positive impact on me, and I want to have an impact on you the same way. I want to make your life better." He nuzzles into it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You already have. You have made such a big impact on my life for the better. I wouldn't trade this for anything."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He sighs contentedly, snuggling close to the desiccated, thorny plant. After about a minute, he speaks again. "Helianth? I'm really, really hungry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, right! What say the two of us find something to eat? I think we still have some light preserves from the picnic somewhere..." It begins shambling towards the storage rooms of the ship, occasionally opening a crate or container to look inside.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He shakes his head. "I don't think light would sustain me. I need... fruit. Vegetables. Meat. Strugels aren't like plants. I don't even know if I count as a strugel anymore." He seems to be shrinking slowly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see... How about we visit the Keep of Painted Leaves and join one of their feasts again?" It pulls a bottle of distilled light from a crate, stowing it within their curled-up roots.
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)
"That sounds wonderful. We could even check on the blacksmith on the way to or from, if that sounds like a good idea."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, good idea! Now, are you good to walk, or should I carry you?" It starts to head outside the Spelljammer, opening the doors that were blasted off their hinges when the two first found and... assumed ownership of the vessel way back when.
*I gtg for a little while, but I should be good to continue this soonish.*
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 think I can walk. This transformation seems to have caused incredible levels of regeneration." He's about twice his original size now, a little over 8 feet.
*I'll be waiting... plotting...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That's good that you're feeling... better..." It trails off in its sentence, pausing as a dawning sense of dread washes over it. That hunger that Felix describes... could it be?.. No, surely not. That's not how the curse works... right?
"How hungry are you, Felix, if I may ask? Is it a normal amount, or... is it something else?"
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)