*Hey Arch, would Julius like to have an otherworldly experience?*
*Or, more importantly, would you like to traumatize Julius with an otherworldly experience?*
*oh, absolutely! What kind of otherworldly experience?*
Julius is waltzing through the fields of a small village, wheat growing in large swathes wherever he steps. He dances with a scarecrow, alive with the magic of the harvest.
*This kind:*
An overwhelming presence slowly builds. "These people will be so happy..." Two voices whisper in unison. "They are so... so... hungry..."
He pauses mid-step, dropping the scarecrow momentarily as it falls to the floor, no longer animated by magic. He looks around.
"I don't know, unfortunately. I was just hoping that you would have some-" He clutches his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball. "S-some idea..."
Helianth hears a whisper. "My dear son is hungry... Feed him... Feed him until he no longer purges it... You know his pain... But he rejects it... It grows worse by the minute... Yet he starves himself out of fear... Those rotten Flavor Paladins don't understand him... Made him hunger for acceptance he will never have... Feed my son..."
It is silent for a while, deep in thought. Then, it has an idea. It has a terrible, awful, wonderful idea. Yes, that will work... perfectly.
"...I may have something to sate your hunger. Say, how do you feel about the idea of eating a god?"
"Yes... A perfect plan..."
"N-no! This hunger... is a punishment... for my t-transgressions..." He whimpers in pain and fear... but he salivates. His teeth seem to be growing into sharp points once more.
"He accepts in his heart... In his stomach..."
*Alrighty, I've been summoned once again.*
It seems intrigued- if it had the anatomy to smile, it would be doing so. "Wonderful." It responds, seemingly not to him. "You've been punished more than enough, I think. Come with me. We can get you something to tide you over until I find a deity to kill."
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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)
"N-no! This hunger... is a punishment... for my t-transgressions..." He whimpers in pain and fear... but he salivates. His teeth seem to be growing into sharp points once more.
"He accepts in his heart... In his stomach..."
*Alrighty, I've been summoned once again.*
It seems intrigued- if it had the anatomy to smile, it would be doing so. "Wonderful." It responds, seemingly not to him. "You've been punished more than enough, I think. Come with me. We can get you something to tide you over until I find a deity to kill."
He shivers and hesitantly nods, clawing his way to his feet.
"N-no! This hunger... is a punishment... for my t-transgressions..." He whimpers in pain and fear... but he salivates. His teeth seem to be growing into sharp points once more.
"He accepts in his heart... In his stomach..."
*Alrighty, I've been summoned once again.*
It seems intrigued- if it had the anatomy to smile, it would be doing so. "Wonderful." It responds, seemingly not to him. "You've been punished more than enough, I think. Come with me. We can get you something to tide you over until I find a deity to kill."
He shivers and hesitantly nods, clawing his way to his feet.
The voice is silent for now.
The god-eater leads him a ways over to the Starshredder- its wretched stolen ship, a conglomerate of flesh and metal similar to itself. "Here we are- the Starshredder, my greatest creation and- at the moment- my temporary home. There should be some rations left over that I can get for you." It opens the doors to the ship and starts to head inside, but stops. "Speaking of which, are you in a state where you could consume distilled light without combusting? Because I think that makes up the majority of what I have to offer."
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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 shivers and hesitantly nods, clawing his way to his feet.
The voice is silent for now.
The god-eater leads him a ways over to the Starshredder- its wretched stolen ship, a conglomerate of flesh and metal similar to itself. "Here we are- the Starshredder, my greatest creation and- at the moment- my temporary home. There should be some rations left over that I can get for you." It opens the doors to the ship and starts to head inside, but stops. "Speaking of which, are you in a state where you could consume distilled light without combusting? Because I think that makes up the majority of what I have to offer."
He nods again. "Honestly? I could and would eat wooden 2x4s at this point."
"He deserves something good... Crack open your finest bottles, and I'll give you a recipe for the ages..."
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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 shivers and hesitantly nods, clawing his way to his feet.
The voice is silent for now.
The god-eater leads him a ways over to the Starshredder- its wretched stolen ship, a conglomerate of flesh and metal similar to itself. "Here we are- the Starshredder, my greatest creation and- at the moment- my temporary home. There should be some rations left over that I can get for you." It opens the doors to the ship and starts to head inside, but stops. "Speaking of which, are you in a state where you could consume distilled light without combusting? Because I think that makes up the majority of what I have to offer."
He nods again. "Honestly? I could and would eat wooden 2x4s at this point."
"He deserves something good... Crack open your finest bottles, and I'll give you a recipe for the ages..."
"Understood. Then, I'll have something ready for you shortly. You can wait inside the ship, if you'd like- just be careful with the machinery." It proceeds down into the storage deck of the ship, producing a large bottle that glows a brilliant electric blue from within- processed light from a neutron star- as well as any other ingredients it think will compliment the light's taste well.
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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 nods again. "Honestly? I could and would eat wooden 2x4s at this point."
"He deserves something good... Crack open your finest bottles, and I'll give you a recipe for the ages..."
"Understood. Then, I'll have something ready for you shortly. You can wait inside the ship, if you'd like- just be careful with the machinery." It proceeds down into the storage deck of the ship, producing a large bottle that glows a brilliant electric blue from within- processed light from a neutron star- as well as any other ingredients it think will compliment the light's taste well.
The whispers direct and dictate a recipe, a faint affection in its voice. The suggestions are diabolical, and somehow manage to make raw light unhealthy and decadent. By the time it's finished, it does not resemble any piece of food known to man. "Now, put it on a stick..."
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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 nods again. "Honestly? I could and would eat wooden 2x4s at this point."
"He deserves something good... Crack open your finest bottles, and I'll give you a recipe for the ages..."
"Understood. Then, I'll have something ready for you shortly. You can wait inside the ship, if you'd like- just be careful with the machinery." It proceeds down into the storage deck of the ship, producing a large bottle that glows a brilliant electric blue from within- processed light from a neutron star- as well as any other ingredients it think will compliment the light's taste well.
The whispers direct and dictate a recipe, a faint affection in its voice. The suggestions are diabolical, and somehow manage to make raw light unhealthy and decadent. By the time it's finished, it does not resemble any piece of food known to man. "Now, put it on a stick..."
It does so, sticking the disgustingly decadent delicacy onto the end of a long metal spike. "This is... masterful." It mutters, impressed by the culinary abomination they have created.
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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 whispers direct and dictate a recipe, a faint affection in its voice. The suggestions are diabolical, and somehow manage to make raw light unhealthy and decadent. By the time it's finished, it does not resemble any piece of food known to man. "Now, put it on a stick..."
It does so, sticking the disgustingly decadent delicacy onto the end of a long metal spike. "This is... masterful." It mutters, impressed by the culinary abomination they have created.
"It is my life's work to feed... and I'm so happy you want to help... you'd make a great Pauladeen..." come the whispers. "Now... the boy was waited long enough..."
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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.
As the bleak, fake sun sets on the decaying, vibrantly beautiful landscape of the Autumn country, something… changes within the air. The moon, a crooked, smiling crescent, rises into the sky, it’s pale light painting the Autumn country with a cold glow.
The Cultists of the Barley king, who had surfaced from hiding just three days before and now flock together to prepare for the hunt, dance around giant wickermen structures, chanting in an ancient tongue, followed by their hunting hounds, their falcons and hawks circling above them. A cool wind blows across the fields of the Autumn Country. In the distance, Thunder rumbles.
in an instant, the earth is shaking, quaking as if something approaches, yet nothing is there. Dry lightning strikes the dozens of wickerman statues constructed by the Barley cultists, lighting them ablaze in unison. Clouds gather in the sky, not yet raining, as if the sky was hesitating. For a single moment, the world holds its breath. Then, it exhales, a great gust extinguishing the open flames of the wickermen, nothing left of them but char and ash. In that moment of silence, in that moment of nothing, that great long pause, an animal makes its way through the decaying undergrowth, in some far off, unknown corner of the country. A lamb. A sacrificial lamb.
The Barley King has arrived, and the hunt commences.
The hills and hollers are filled with the howls of the Fox Hounds. They streak through each cemetery, ruin, field and forest as they track their prey.
The ghouls leap from grave to grave. Chattering to themselves and screaming confused utterances at each other. Their eyes watch from the shadows for anything lamb-like.
Many of the other denizens of the Autumn Country have joined the hunt as well. The October Hare springs through the forests with a bow and arrows slung over his shining shoulder. The Hodmedod stalks the corn fields, his crows circling above to give him a wider view. The Cheshire Coon has even been seen skulking the alleys and barns, a hungry glint in his manic eyes.
a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
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a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
"Well... no not entirely. My body here is made of metal and it grants me much more movement and strength than I would otherwise wield. You though don't seem to have much in the way of flesh either."
a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
"Well... no not entirely. My body here is made of metal and it grants me much more movement and strength than I would otherwise wield. You though don't seem to have much in the way of flesh either."
"plants........ fungus....... decay......... my flesh...."
the skeletal sqirell climbs onto its shoulder
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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There is a dark shape that soars through the air, scanning the ground below it for the Barley King. Helianth has taken to the skies, unnaturally fast on its great metal-and-flesh wings as it channels its captive light into a propelling force like a roaring jet engine- wherever the lamb lies, it wants to get there before any of their cultists do.
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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 section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
"Well... no not entirely. My body here is made of metal and it grants me much more movement and strength than I would otherwise wield. You though don't seem to have much in the way of flesh either."
"plants........ fungus....... decay......... my flesh...."
the skeletal sqirell climbs onto its shoulder
"I can see that. Who are you and what brings you to the Autumn Country?"
a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
"Well... no not entirely. My body here is made of metal and it grants me much more movement and strength than I would otherwise wield. You though don't seem to have much in the way of flesh either."
"plants........ fungus....... decay......... my flesh...."
the skeletal sqirell climbs onto its shoulder
"I can see that. Who are you and what brings you to the Autumn Country.*
"emissary......... was always here..... under the earth.......... will always be here........."
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He pauses mid-step, dropping the scarecrow momentarily as it falls to the floor, no longer animated by magic. He looks around.
”Who is there?…”
*Alrighty, I've been summoned once again.*
It seems intrigued- if it had the anatomy to smile, it would be doing so. "Wonderful." It responds, seemingly not to him. "You've been punished more than enough, I think. Come with me. We can get you something to tide you over until I find a deity to kill."
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)
"What's wrong? Afraid I might be here to harm you?" There is no discernible source.
"I am not Evil... Everything is Good with enough butter, and I come from a plane made of the stuff..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shivers and hesitantly nods, clawing his way to his feet.
The voice is silent for now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The god-eater leads him a ways over to the Starshredder- its wretched stolen ship, a conglomerate of flesh and metal similar to itself. "Here we are- the Starshredder, my greatest creation and- at the moment- my temporary home. There should be some rations left over that I can get for you." It opens the doors to the ship and starts to head inside, but stops. "Speaking of which, are you in a state where you could consume distilled light without combusting? Because I think that makes up the majority of what I have to offer."
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 nods again. "Honestly? I could and would eat wooden 2x4s at this point."
"He deserves something good... Crack open your finest bottles, and I'll give you a recipe for the ages..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Understood. Then, I'll have something ready for you shortly. You can wait inside the ship, if you'd like- just be careful with the machinery." It proceeds down into the storage deck of the ship, producing a large bottle that glows a brilliant electric blue from within- processed light from a neutron star- as well as any other ingredients it think will compliment the light's taste well.
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 whispers direct and dictate a recipe, a faint affection in its voice. The suggestions are diabolical, and somehow manage to make raw light unhealthy and decadent. By the time it's finished, it does not resemble any piece of food known to man. "Now, put it on a stick..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It does so, sticking the disgustingly decadent delicacy onto the end of a long metal spike. "This is... masterful." It mutters, impressed by the culinary abomination they have created.
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)
"It is my life's work to feed... and I'm so happy you want to help... you'd make a great Pauladeen..." come the whispers. "Now... the boy was waited long enough..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As the bleak, fake sun sets on the decaying, vibrantly beautiful landscape of the Autumn country, something… changes within the air. The moon, a crooked, smiling crescent, rises into the sky, it’s pale light painting the Autumn country with a cold glow.
The Cultists of the Barley king, who had surfaced from hiding just three days before and now flock together to prepare for the hunt, dance around giant wickermen structures, chanting in an ancient tongue, followed by their hunting hounds, their falcons and hawks circling above them. A cool wind blows across the fields of the Autumn Country. In the distance, Thunder rumbles.
in an instant, the earth is shaking, quaking as if something approaches, yet nothing is there. Dry lightning strikes the dozens of wickerman statues constructed by the Barley cultists, lighting them ablaze in unison. Clouds gather in the sky, not yet raining, as if the sky was hesitating. For a single moment, the world holds its breath. Then, it exhales, a great gust extinguishing the open flames of the wickermen, nothing left of them but char and ash. In that moment of silence, in that moment of nothing, that great long pause, an animal makes its way through the decaying undergrowth, in some far off, unknown corner of the country. A lamb. A sacrificial lamb.
The Barley King has arrived, and the hunt commences.
The hills and hollers are filled with the howls of the Fox Hounds. They streak through each cemetery, ruin, field and forest as they track their prey.
The ghouls leap from grave to grave. Chattering to themselves and screaming confused utterances at each other. Their eyes watch from the shadows for anything lamb-like.
Many of the other denizens of the Autumn Country have joined the hunt as well. The October Hare springs through the forests with a bow and arrows slung over his shining shoulder. The Hodmedod stalks the corn fields, his crows circling above to give him a wider view. The Cheshire Coon has even been seen skulking the alleys and barns, a hungry glint in his manic eyes.
a section of moss and lichen tears itself out of the ground, bones visible through its soddy exterior. a humanoid, standing about 10ft tall, shambling inexorably on misshapen legs.
it touches a squirrel, and mushrooms and rot spread over it's body, consuming it in seconds. then the fungal skeleton rises again.
the Rotman, or at least an emmisary, has joined the hunt
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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A copper, automaton rabbit springs into a clearing nearby. He spots you and his amber eyes squint. With a flick of his long ears, his slender form steps closer. Right over where his heart is there is a ticking clock. "Good day, have you joined the harvest hunt?"
it speaks from somewhere in its mossy, hollow chest.
"you...... are not...... flesh"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Well... no not entirely. My body here is made of metal and it grants me much more movement and strength than I would otherwise wield. You though don't seem to have much in the way of flesh either."
"plants........ fungus....... decay......... my flesh...."
the skeletal sqirell climbs onto its shoulder
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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*Let the hunt begin!*
There is a dark shape that soars through the air, scanning the ground below it for the Barley King. Helianth has taken to the skies, unnaturally fast on its great metal-and-flesh wings as it channels its captive light into a propelling force like a roaring jet engine- wherever the lamb lies, it wants to get there before any of their cultists do.
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 can see that. Who are you and what brings you to the Autumn Country?"
"emissary......... was always here..... under the earth.......... will always be here........."
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!