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........."
He thumps the ground with his copper foot. "An emissary, eh? Who do you represent?"
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........."
He thumps the ground with his copper foot. "An emissary, eh? Who do you represent?"
".......Rotman" it reaches up a misshapen arm, mycelial tendrils emerging, climbing up trees, reaching ever higher, until they reach a bird, infecting it, rotting it away, its flesh and feathers sloughing off, until it falls, covered in mushrooms. and rises again, flying around, squaking
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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!!!!!!
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........."
He thumps the ground with his copper foot. "An emissary, eh? Who do you represent?"
".......Rotman" it reaches up a misshapen arm, mycelial tendrils emerging, climbing up trees, reaching ever higher, until they reach a bird, infecting it, rotting it away, its flesh and feathers sloughing off, until it falls, covered in mushrooms. and rises again, flying around, squaking
"A spirit of decay I see. But do you use your fungal properties for production? Without rot and decay we wouldn't have fermenting. We'd live without our cheeses and wines. The world would be a much more sobering place."
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........."
He thumps the ground with his copper foot. "An emissary, eh? Who do you represent?"
".......Rotman" it reaches up a misshapen arm, mycelial tendrils emerging, climbing up trees, reaching ever higher, until they reach a bird, infecting it, rotting it away, its flesh and feathers sloughing off, until it falls, covered in mushrooms. and rises again, flying around, squaking
"A spirit of decay I see. But do you use your fungal properties for production? Without rot and decay we wouldn't have fermenting. We'd live without our cheeses and wines. The world would be a much more sobering place."
"everything......... rots.......... in.......... the end"
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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!!!!!!
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. With sun-fed flames, it torches any cultists of the Barley King it finds in its flight, swooping down like a dragon to reduce them to ash in a roiling wave of heat and light.
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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)
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. With sun-fed flames, it torches any cultists of the Barley King it finds in its flight, swooping down like a dragon to reduce them to ash in a roiling wave of heat and light.
a skeletal bird, covered in mushrooms flies above the forest
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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!!!!!!
Otto is choosing to not engage with the hunt, instead hiding away in the darkest corners he can find.
The Flavor Squire is manically creating high-quality rations, compelled by the whispers. He refuses to eat any, though, giving them to passing Hunter's whenever he can.
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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.
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.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
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.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
The god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
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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 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.
Let us roll a dice to see who catches onto the scent of the Lamb first! 1-2 is the Fox Hounds of the Autumn Court, 3-4 is the Ghouls, and 5-6 is one of the other denizens of the Autumn Country of your choice. 6
One of these groups finds an old, abandoned temple-like structure made of giant stone rocks, jutting out of the ground. They form a circle around a raised platform in the ground, where a fountain lies. The fountain runs dry, leaves choking its drain and vines wrapping around the structure. In the dirt around the fountain, there are hoof prints. Hoof prints making their way out of the temple west, towards the village of Chocolate Hollow, Also Known as Cane on the Water. Eventually, the hoof prints disappear, but until then, they follow a straight path, directly towards Chocolate Hollow.
*Been lookin' at some statistics, and you bois are gonna get ripped to shreds!*
*My Dearest nightmare!*
*i am utterly terrified, so I gave Gretel a high con. I should be done soon enough and I can start working on character connections right now, since I have a rough draft of her backstory.*
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.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
The god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
*Been lookin' at some statistics, and you bois are gonna get ripped to shreds!*
*My Dearest nightmare!*
*i am utterly terrified, so I gave Gretel a high con. I should be done soon enough and I can start working on character connections right now, since I have a rough draft of her backstory.*
*Hey, buddy... you should be. One of the first enemies you'll face is armed with the
Organ Doner, a Rare magic heavy crossbow. Make use of it how you will, but it will be used against you first.*
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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.
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.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
The god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
The divine glutton dives down into the clearing in the forest where the temple lies, descending like a meteor that paints the sky with flames as it draws closer to the surface. Its landing shatters the stones around it in a miniature impact crater, its metallic parts a glowing orange from the heat- it stands up from the scorched earth and continues its hunt, finding the hoof-prints and following them.
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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)
*Been lookin' at some statistics, and you bois are gonna get ripped to shreds!*
*My Dearest nightmare!*
*i am utterly terrified, so I gave Gretel a high con. I should be done soon enough and I can start working on character connections right now, since I have a rough draft of her backstory.*
*Hey, buddy... you should be. One of the first enemies you'll face is armed with the
Organ Doner, a Rare magic heavy crossbow. Make use of it how you will, but it will be used against you first.*
*simply lovely to know, I’ll keep that information in mind*
*Been lookin' at some statistics, and you bois are gonna get ripped to shreds!*
*My Dearest nightmare!*
*i am utterly terrified, so I gave Gretel a high con. I should be done soon enough and I can start working on character connections right now, since I have a rough draft of her backstory.*
*Hey, buddy... you should be. One of the first enemies you'll face is armed with the
Organ Doner, a Rare magic heavy crossbow. Make use of it how you will, but it will be used against you first.*
*simply lovely to know, I’ll keep that information in mind*
*The party:*
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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.
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.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
The god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
The divine glutton dives down into the clearing in the forest where the temple lies, descending like a meteor that paints the sky with flames as it draws closer to the surface. Its landing shatters the stones around it in a miniature impact crater, its metallic parts a glowing orange from the heat- it stands up from the scorched earth and continues its hunt, finding the hoof-prints and following them.
It veers from southwest towards the river to simply west- which leads directly to the village of Chocolate Hollow. Helianth can guess that place is crawling with cultists- wait-…
As Helianth continues following, the hoofprints… they suddenly disappear. They still point towards Chocolate Hollow, but they’re just… gone. Helianth can guess the king continues in the same direction, but they aren’t sure.
The Barley king might not want to be found. By anyone.
The god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
The divine glutton dives down into the clearing in the forest where the temple lies, descending like a meteor that paints the sky with flames as it draws closer to the surface. Its landing shatters the stones around it in a miniature impact crater, its metallic parts a glowing orange from the heat- it stands up from the scorched earth and continues its hunt, finding the hoof-prints and following them.
It veers from southwest towards the river to simply west- which leads directly to the village of Chocolate Hollow. Helianth can guess that place is crawling with cultists- wait-…
As Helianth continues following, the hoofprints… they suddenly disappear. They still point towards Chocolate Hollow, but they’re just… gone. Helianth can guess the king continues in the same direction, but they aren’t sure.
The Barley king might not want to be found. By anyone.
It continues slowly in the direction of the hoof-prints, not straying too far from where they vanish. Its flames dim slightly- if the Barley King is around here, it doesn't want them to feel threatened by it. "I am not here to harm you. I bring no hounds or falcons, and there are no others I have brought with me." it says, its voice gentle yet loud enough to be heard clearly.
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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 god-eater torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 1013 and 24
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
The divine glutton dives down into the clearing in the forest where the temple lies, descending like a meteor that paints the sky with flames as it draws closer to the surface. Its landing shatters the stones around it in a miniature impact crater, its metallic parts a glowing orange from the heat- it stands up from the scorched earth and continues its hunt, finding the hoof-prints and following them.
It veers from southwest towards the river to simply west- which leads directly to the village of Chocolate Hollow. Helianth can guess that place is crawling with cultists- wait-…
As Helianth continues following, the hoofprints… they suddenly disappear. They still point towards Chocolate Hollow, but they’re just… gone. Helianth can guess the king continues in the same direction, but they aren’t sure.
The Barley king might not want to be found. By anyone.
It continues slowly in the direction of the hoof-prints, not straying too far from where they vanish. Its flames dim slightly- if the Barley King is around here, it doesn't want them to feel threatened by it. "I am not here to harm you. I bring no hounds or falcons, and there are no others I have brought with me." it says, its voice gentle yet loud enough to be heard clearly.
Eventually, they hear a rustling sound in the undergrowth. 60ft away from Helianth, there is a small, fluffy creature which looks to the crooked god-eater, lifting its head up to get a better view. It has fur white as snow, and small, bleak yellow eyes-… full of fear. Helianth can just barely taste the divinity emanating off of the creature- not its full strength or power- but potential. Possible divine energy of unimaginable strength. It stays eerily still as Helianth speaks, and immediately, as soon as they stop speaking, it sprints off away at a surprising pace- fast as any human can run, if not faster.
He thumps the ground with his copper foot. "An emissary, eh? Who do you represent?"
".......Rotman" it reaches up a misshapen arm, mycelial tendrils emerging, climbing up trees, reaching ever higher, until they reach a bird, infecting it, rotting it away, its flesh and feathers sloughing off, until it falls, covered in mushrooms. and rises again, flying around, squaking
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!!!!!!
"A spirit of decay I see. But do you use your fungal properties for production? Without rot and decay we wouldn't have fermenting. We'd live without our cheeses and wines. The world would be a much more sobering place."
"everything......... rots.......... in.......... the end"
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!!!!!!
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 skeletal bird, covered in mushrooms flies above the forest
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!!!!!!
Otto is choosing to not engage with the hunt, instead hiding away in the darkest corners he can find.
The Flavor Squire is manically creating high-quality rations, compelled by the whispers. He refuses to eat any, though, giving them to passing Hunter's whenever he can.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth flies over many hunters on their search- mostly cultists, Lead by hounds, searching for the scent of the lamb. No stone remains unturned, and they are everywhere in Autumn Country.
please have Helianth make an investigation check. Three of them.
*Archy baby!*
*Been lookin' at some statistics, and you bois are gonna get ripped to shreds!*
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 torches any cultists and hunting hounds it sees, swooping down like a terrible dragon and reducing its adversaries to ash in a whirlwind of flames and radiance.
Helianth's Investigation checks: 10 13 and 24
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)
Let us roll a dice to see who catches onto the scent of the Lamb first! 1-2 is the Fox Hounds of the Autumn Court, 3-4 is the Ghouls, and 5-6 is one of the other denizens of the Autumn Country of your choice. 6
One of these groups finds an old, abandoned temple-like structure made of giant stone rocks, jutting out of the ground. They form a circle around a raised platform in the ground, where a fountain lies. The fountain runs dry, leaves choking its drain and vines wrapping around the structure. In the dirt around the fountain, there are hoof prints. Hoof prints making their way out of the temple west, towards the village of Chocolate Hollow, Also Known as Cane on the Water. Eventually, the hoof prints disappear, but until then, they follow a straight path, directly towards Chocolate Hollow.
*My Dearest nightmare!*
*i am utterly terrified, so I gave Gretel a high con. I should be done soon enough and I can start working on character connections right now, since I have a rough draft of her backstory.*
Most of the smaller groups are utterly incinerated, their screams stopped abruptly as they turn to ash. One larger group, with perhaps twenty cultists and dozens upon dozens of hounds, however, sees the God-Eater swoop down, and just before Helianth would obliterate them- the high cultist mutters an infant ion, and the fields they run through shift In the wind, and the cultists are gone. Perhaps some wicked magic of the cultists has allowed them to escape Helianth’s attack.
It takes about an hour of searching the vast, dark lands of Autumn Country before they find even a trace… open to the sky, is a temple nestled among trees of brilliant fall colors, with a rusted old fountain in the center. In the dirt around the fountain, are hoofprints. Hoofprints heading… west, they believe. Southwest, possibly, towards one of the black as night rivers snaking through Autumn Country.
*Hey, buddy... you should be. One of the first enemies you'll face is armed with the
Organ Doner,
a Rare magic heavy crossbow. Make use of it how you will, but it will be used against you first.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The divine glutton dives down into the clearing in the forest where the temple lies, descending like a meteor that paints the sky with flames as it draws closer to the surface. Its landing shatters the stones around it in a miniature impact crater, its metallic parts a glowing orange from the heat- it stands up from the scorched earth and continues its hunt, finding the hoof-prints and following them.
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)
*simply lovely to know, I’ll keep that information in mind*
*The party:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It veers from southwest towards the river to simply west- which leads directly to the village of Chocolate Hollow. Helianth can guess that place is crawling with cultists- wait-…
As Helianth continues following, the hoofprints… they suddenly disappear. They still point towards Chocolate Hollow, but they’re just… gone. Helianth can guess the king continues in the same direction, but they aren’t sure.
The Barley king might not want to be found. By anyone.
It continues slowly in the direction of the hoof-prints, not straying too far from where they vanish. Its flames dim slightly- if the Barley King is around here, it doesn't want them to feel threatened by it. "I am not here to harm you. I bring no hounds or falcons, and there are no others I have brought with me." it says, its voice gentle yet loud enough to be heard clearly.
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)
Eventually, they hear a rustling sound in the undergrowth. 60ft away from Helianth, there is a small, fluffy creature which looks to the crooked god-eater, lifting its head up to get a better view. It has fur white as snow, and small, bleak yellow eyes-… full of fear. Helianth can just barely taste the divinity emanating off of the creature- not its full strength or power- but potential. Possible divine energy of unimaginable strength. It stays eerily still as Helianth speaks, and immediately, as soon as they stop speaking, it sprints off away at a surprising pace- fast as any human can run, if not faster.