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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
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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 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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
The lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
The lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
Its crackling flames dim and extinguish completely as it tries to seem even less threatening. Persuasion: 16
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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)
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
The lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
Its crackling flames dim and extinguish completely as it tries to seem even less threatening. Persuasion: 16
It bleats nervously, taking a few steps back.
Helianth hears a twig snap from behind them- something making their way towards the god-eater and the Barley King.
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
The lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
Its crackling flames dim and extinguish completely as it tries to seem even less threatening. Persuasion: 16
It bleats nervously, taking a few steps back.
Helianth hears a twig snap from behind them- something making their way towards the god-eater and the Barley King.
Suddenly, the scourge of the stars isn't where they were rooted into the soil before, moving towards whatever is approaching them with terrifying speed. Its arms and roots reach out for whatever caused the disturbance. If it's a cultist of the Barley King, Helianth tears them in half in its hands, and attacks any others nearby.
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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)
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. 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.
It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
The lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
Its crackling flames dim and extinguish completely as it tries to seem even less threatening. Persuasion: 16
It bleats nervously, taking a few steps back.
Helianth hears a twig snap from behind them- something making their way towards the god-eater and the Barley King.
Suddenly, the scourge of the stars isn't where they were rooted into the soil before, moving towards whatever is approaching them with terrifying speed. Its arms and roots reach out for whatever caused the disturbance. If it's a cultist of the Barley King, Helianth tears them in half in its hands, and attacks any others nearby.
It is a cultist of the Barley King, in a red rabbit mask-, but it is not alone. It is riding a hound with matted grey fur, the size of a bear. It wears a collar made of cold iron, and its head- no, its fleshless skull, is made of wax and actively burning a sickly yellow light, radiating no warmth whatsoever. It leaps back before Helianth can tear it to shreds, it’s body smoking and shifting as if it weren’t entirely corporeal. Roll initiative.
It is a cultist of the Barley King, in a red rabbit mask-, but it is not alone. It is riding a hound with matted grey fur, the size of a bear. It wears a collar made of cold iron, and its head- no, its fleshless skull, is made of wax and actively burning a sickly yellow light, radiating no warmth whatsoever. It leaps back before Helianth can tear it to shreds, it’s body smoking and shifting as if it weren’t entirely corporeal. Roll initiative.
Helianth's Initiative: 14
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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 Lantern Hound lunges towards Helianth, it’s jaws burning with a lifeless flame. The cultist riding atop it begins to chant in an unknown language.
To hit: 20 damage: 30 slashing, magical, of course.
Meanwhile, the Barley king silently slips away…
*Sorry about the delay. Time for Helianth to test out those new godly powers we gave it.*
The hound's jaws find purchase in the god-eater's arm, biting into and entirely through with the sound of metal grinding against bone. Golden ichor streams from the wound, lighting the undergrowth ablaze where it lands, as Helianth screeches in pain. A few seconds later, its arm completely regenerates (it regenerates 50 HP each turn unless exposed to its anathemas from being Divine Rank 0).
The divine glutton retaliates with a Quickened Fire Shield, wreathing itself in brilliant golden flames, before using its main action to strike at the Lantern Hound with its blazing roots (15 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage plus 7 fire damage). Afterwards, it uses its once-per-round Godly Action- Kill the Lights- drawing in all warmth and light around them. The hound and its rider both need to make DC 26 Constitution saving throws, taking 21 cold damage plus 9 necrotic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one, and all light sources within the radius are extinguished unless they are directly fueled by divine power.
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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, when it ate its first star, me and Arch used his god-making system to make Helianth a proper Elder Evil. It's an absolute mountain of a boss fight now.*
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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, when it ate its first star, me and Arch used his god-making system to make Helianth a proper Elder Evil. It's an absolute mountain of a boss fight now.*
*I kinda still wanna join in, actually. The Squire is level five, and the Beast Gluttisant is CR 17, and neither of them have enough understanding to have a stake in this fight.*
*Speaking of which, do you wanna RP? I want to develop the Squire a bit more. He needs some corruption in his character.*
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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, when it ate its first star, me and Arch used his god-making system to make Helianth a proper Elder Evil. It's an absolute mountain of a boss fight now.*
*I kinda still wanna join in, actually. The Squire is level five, and the Beast Gluttisant is CR 17, and neither of them have enough understanding to have a stake in this fight.*
*Speaking of which, do you wanna RP? I want to develop the Squire a bit more. He needs some corruption in his character.*
*If you want to join in on the fight, you have my approval- though we'd obviously have to see if Arch agrees as well. It'll likely take multiple strong fighters to bring down the Crooked Scourge of the Stars anyway.*
*I'd love to rp- and Helianth would be happy to provide some corruption for the Squire.*
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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 kinda still wanna join in, actually. The Squire is level five, and the Beast Gluttisant is CR 17, and neither of them have enough understanding to have a stake in this fight.*
*Speaking of which, do you wanna RP? I want to develop the Squire a bit more. He needs some corruption in his character.*
*If you want to join in on the fight, you have my approval- though we'd obviously have to see if Arch agrees as well. It'll likely take multiple strong fighters to bring down the Crooked Scourge of the Stars anyway.*
*I'd love to rp- and Helianth would be happy to provide some corruption for the Squire.*
*Epic!*
The Squire is kneeling in front of an altar to the Tasting Beast, a wooden figurine of a two-headed monstrosity and a can of meat on the small table. He's not bowing, and seems to be unsure of what to do.
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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.
*If you want to join in on the fight, you have my approval- though we'd obviously have to see if Arch agrees as well. It'll likely take multiple strong fighters to bring down the Crooked Scourge of the Stars anyway.*
*I'd love to rp- and Helianth would be happy to provide some corruption for the Squire.*
*Epic!*
The Squire is kneeling in front of an altar to the Tasting Beast, a wooden figurine of a two-headed monstrosity and a can of meat on the small table. He's not bowing, and seems to be unsure of what to do.
*I had an awful idea. If Helianth does succeed in killing the Autumn King and turning the realm into an eternally-sunny hellscape, it might go back to show Felix what it's done, feeling so proud of itself. He'd probably be disgusted.*
Helianth arrives, the abominable confection of starlight it made before held in one of its arms. "Here, this may help with your hunger." It says, offering him the disgustingly decadent delicacy.
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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 Squire is kneeling in front of an altar to the Tasting Beast, a wooden figurine of a two-headed monstrosity and a can of meat on the small table. He's not bowing, and seems to be unsure of what to do.
*I had an awful idea. If Helianth does succeed in killing the Autumn King and turning the realm into an eternally-sunny hellscape, it might go back to show Felix what it's done, feeling so proud of itself. He'd probably be disgusted.*
Helianth arrives, the abominable confection of starlight it made before held in one of its arms. "Here, this may help with your hunger." It says, offering him the disgustingly decadent delicacy.
*That sounds about right*
He shakily reaches out and takes it. He nibbles it. Then begins to just chow down on it with gusto.
"...We knew he would love it, didn't we? ...Yes, you are a superb chef..."
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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.
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It follows- not at a fast pace, but just quick enough to keep the Barley King in its sights the whole time. "Please, you have nothing to fear, little one." It reassures them, not entirely sure if the creature can even understand what it's saying, but still trying to seem like less of a threat. "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It looks back to Helianth, still afraid, baaing gently. It blinks, pausing for a moment, still about 50-60 feet away from Helianth. It is still cautious, ready to start running again at any moment.
closer, now, Helianth can simply taste the divinity the lamb emanates in the air. Pure, raw potential- an unimaginable amount of divine power, kept in a single, frail lamb.
It does not approach, remaining where it is and letting the divine lamb approach if they want. It roots itself into the soil. "I know a place where you can be safe while this all blows over. No one will try to hurt you there- I promise."
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 lamb does not approach either. Make a persuasion check, please.
Its crackling flames dim and extinguish completely as it tries to seem even less threatening. Persuasion: 16
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 bleats nervously, taking a few steps back.
Helianth hears a twig snap from behind them- something making their way towards the god-eater and the Barley King.
Suddenly, the scourge of the stars isn't where they were rooted into the soil before, moving towards whatever is approaching them with terrifying speed. Its arms and roots reach out for whatever caused the disturbance. If it's a cultist of the Barley King, Helianth tears them in half in its hands, and attacks any others nearby.
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 a cultist of the Barley King, in a red rabbit mask-, but it is not alone. It is riding a hound with matted grey fur, the size of a bear. It wears a collar made of cold iron, and its head- no, its fleshless skull, is made of wax and actively burning a sickly yellow light, radiating no warmth whatsoever. It leaps back before Helianth can tear it to shreds, it’s body smoking and shifting as if it weren’t entirely corporeal. Roll initiative.
Helianth's Initiative: 14
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)
Initiative of the Lantern Hound: 17
The Lantern Hound lunges towards Helianth, it’s jaws burning with a lifeless flame. The cultist riding atop it begins to chant in an unknown language.
To hit: 20 damage: 30 slashing, magical, of course.
Meanwhile, the Barley king silently slips away…
*I wanna do something dramatic for the Squire, but I want him to earn it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sorry about the delay. Time for Helianth to test out those new godly powers we gave it.*
The hound's jaws find purchase in the god-eater's arm, biting into and entirely through with the sound of metal grinding against bone. Golden ichor streams from the wound, lighting the undergrowth ablaze where it lands, as Helianth screeches in pain. A few seconds later, its arm completely regenerates (it regenerates 50 HP each turn unless exposed to its anathemas from being Divine Rank 0).
The divine glutton retaliates with a Quickened Fire Shield, wreathing itself in brilliant golden flames, before using its main action to strike at the Lantern Hound with its blazing roots (15 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage plus 7 fire damage). Afterwards, it uses its once-per-round Godly Action- Kill the Lights- drawing in all warmth and light around them. The hound and its rider both need to make DC 26 Constitution saving throws, taking 21 cold damage plus 9 necrotic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one, and all light sources within the radius are extinguished unless they are directly fueled by divine power.
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 wanna fight!*
*(Looks at Yvonne's turn)*
*Nevermind*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, when it ate its first star, me and Arch used his god-making system to make Helianth a proper Elder Evil. It's an absolute mountain of a boss fight now.*
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 kinda still wanna join in, actually. The Squire is level five, and the Beast Gluttisant is CR 17, and neither of them have enough understanding to have a stake in this fight.*
*Speaking of which, do you wanna RP? I want to develop the Squire a bit more. He needs some corruption in his character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If you want to join in on the fight, you have my approval- though we'd obviously have to see if Arch agrees as well. It'll likely take multiple strong fighters to bring down the Crooked Scourge of the Stars anyway.*
*I'd love to rp- and Helianth would be happy to provide some corruption for the Squire.*
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)
*Epic!*
The Squire is kneeling in front of an altar to the Tasting Beast, a wooden figurine of a two-headed monstrosity and a can of meat on the small table. He's not bowing, and seems to be unsure of what to do.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I had an awful idea. If Helianth does succeed in killing the Autumn King and turning the realm into an eternally-sunny hellscape, it might go back to show Felix what it's done, feeling so proud of itself. He'd probably be disgusted.*
Helianth arrives, the abominable confection of starlight it made before held in one of its arms. "Here, this may help with your hunger." It says, offering him the disgustingly decadent delicacy.
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 about right*
He shakily reaches out and takes it. He nibbles it. Then begins to just chow down on it with gusto.
"...We knew he would love it, didn't we? ...Yes, you are a superb chef..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.