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..."
"Indeed we did. I'm no savant when it comes to the culinary arts- I just know the basics. You helped a lot with creating it." It responds to the whispers through telepathy- from an outside perspective, it's just standing there silently, looking down at the altar the Squire kneels before.
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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 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..."
"Indeed we did. I'm no savant when it comes to the culinary arts- I just know the basics. You helped a lot with creating it." It responds to the whispers through telepathy- from an outside perspective, it's just standing there silently, looking down at the altar the Squire kneels before.
"One's worth in a craft is based solely on the enjoyment of the results, and the enjoyment of the process itself... I do so hope you let me cook with you again... After all, 11 heads are better than 9... Ha... ha... ha..."
The Squire sees where Helianth is looking. "That's the Tasting Beast." He says between ravenous bites. "It's been haunting me since I was born, and my church tried to help me understand once they found out. It's a monster. A real one. Some say selfishness embodied..."
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..."
"Indeed we did. I'm no savant when it comes to the culinary arts- I just know the basics. You helped a lot with creating it." It responds to the whispers through telepathy- from an outside perspective, it's just standing there silently, looking down at the altar the Squire kneels before.
"One's worth in a craft is based solely on the enjoyment of the results, and the enjoyment of the process itself... I do so hope you let me cook with you again... After all, 11 heads are better than 9... Ha... ha... ha..."
The Squire sees where Helianth is looking. "That's the Tasting Beast." He says between ravenous bites. "It's been haunting me since I was born, and my church tried to help me understand once they found out. It's a monster. A real one. Some say selfishness embodied..."
"I hope we can as well." The ravenous void answers, chuckling a bit to itself as well, before it takes in what the Squire says. "Would I be correct to assume that is also the source of your hunger?" It asks, rooting into the soil beside him.
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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)
"One's worth in a craft is based solely on the enjoyment of the results, and the enjoyment of the process itself... I do so hope you let me cook with you again... After all, 11 heads are better than 9... Ha... ha... ha..."
The Squire sees where Helianth is looking. "That's the Tasting Beast." He says between ravenous bites. "It's been haunting me since I was born, and my church tried to help me understand once they found out. It's a monster. A real one. Some say selfishness embodied..."
"I hope we can as well." The ravenous void answers, chuckling a bit to itself as well, before it takes in what the Squire says. "Would I be correct to assume that is also the source of your hunger?" It asks, rooting into the soil beside him.
"Yes." He finishes off the first segment of the unidentifiable dish, swallowing hard. "It drives people who can hear it. Offers them the option to 'live deliciously...' until you can't resist its offer."
"One's worth in a craft is based solely on the enjoyment of the results, and the enjoyment of the process itself... I do so hope you let me cook with you again... After all, 11 heads are better than 9... Ha... ha... ha..."
The Squire sees where Helianth is looking. "That's the Tasting Beast." He says between ravenous bites. "It's been haunting me since I was born, and my church tried to help me understand once they found out. It's a monster. A real one. Some say selfishness embodied..."
"I hope we can as well." The ravenous void answers, chuckling a bit to itself as well, before it takes in what the Squire says. "Would I be correct to assume that is also the source of your hunger?" It asks, rooting into the soil beside him.
"Yes." He finishes off the first segment of the unidentifiable dish, swallowing hard. "It drives people who can hear it. Offers them the option to 'live deliciously...' until you can't resist its offer."
It shudders, reminded of something else- a bad memory. "I'm truly sorry you're struggling with that." It responds, its concern fully genuine.
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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)
"Yes." He finishes off the first segment of the unidentifiable dish, swallowing hard. "It drives people who can hear it. Offers them the option to 'live deliciously...' until you can't resist its offer."
It shudders, reminded of something else- a bad memory. "I'm truly sorry you're struggling with that." It responds, its concern fully genuine.
He nods. "I'm not the only one. All the Paladins of Deliciousness suffer the same affliction."
"My poor son... He blames his parents... He assumes the best of the other Pauladeens... He sees violation... where there is only hunger... His case is... unique... And worth understanding..."
Someone seems to have started a small graveyard in the woods. There are several marked graves surrounding an apple tree. But the graveyard keeper seems to be out
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sheep have been disappearing across the Autumn Country, specifically lambs. The Squire is the culprit, and is currently sleeping in a pile of butter-soaked bones.
Someone seems to have started a small graveyard in the woods. There are several marked graves surrounding an apple tree. But the graveyard keeper seems to be out
The Squire wanders across it. He looks up at the apples. He looks down at the graves. He pulls a holy symbol out of his jacket, then jumps over the graveyard in an attempt to grab an apple.
Someone seems to have started a small graveyard in the woods. There are several marked graves surrounding an apple tree. But the graveyard keeper seems to be out
The Squire wanders across it. He looks up at the apples. He looks down at the graves. He pulls a holy symbol out of his jacket, then jumps over the graveyard in an attempt to grab an apple.
The Apple is easy enough to grab, but you hear something rustle behind you. It’s a girl, somewhere in her teenage years, very clearly dead with her pale skin. Her short crop of coal-black hair ends just below her chin, and she wears practical work clothes fit for a graveyard keeper. Something seems familiar about her… the locket, the watery brown eyes, the slight tinge of decomposition on her skin…
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
in addition to sheep, a number of other animals have gone missing as well.
the emmisarry is growing its minion's numbers
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
The Squire wanders across it. He looks up at the apples. He looks down at the graves. He pulls a holy symbol out of his jacket, then jumps over the graveyard in an attempt to grab an apple.
The Apple is easy enough to grab, but you hear something rustle behind you. It’s a girl, somewhere in her teenage years, very clearly dead with her pale skin. Her short crop of coal-black hair ends just below her chin, and she wears practical work clothes fit for a graveyard keeper. Something seems familiar about her… the locket, the watery brown eyes, the slight tinge of decomposition on her skin…
He turns to see her, then looks somewhat horrified. He clutches the holy symbol to his side and silently offers the apple back.
"Indeed we did. I'm no savant when it comes to the culinary arts- I just know the basics. You helped a lot with creating it." It responds to the whispers through telepathy- from an outside perspective, it's just standing there silently, looking down at the altar the Squire kneels before.
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)
"One's worth in a craft is based solely on the enjoyment of the results, and the enjoyment of the process itself... I do so hope you let me cook with you again... After all, 11 heads are better than 9... Ha... ha... ha..."
The Squire sees where Helianth is looking. "That's the Tasting Beast." He says between ravenous bites. "It's been haunting me since I was born, and my church tried to help me understand once they found out. It's a monster. A real one. Some say selfishness embodied..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I hope we can as well." The ravenous void answers, chuckling a bit to itself as well, before it takes in what the Squire says. "Would I be correct to assume that is also the source of your hunger?" It asks, rooting into the soil beside him.
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)
"Yes." He finishes off the first segment of the unidentifiable dish, swallowing hard. "It drives people who can hear it. Offers them the option to 'live deliciously...' until you can't resist its offer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It shudders, reminded of something else- a bad memory. "I'm truly sorry you're struggling with that." It responds, its concern fully genuine.
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. "I'm not the only one. All the Paladins of Deliciousness suffer the same affliction."
"My poor son... He blames his parents... He assumes the best of the other Pauladeens... He sees violation... where there is only hunger... His case is... unique... And worth understanding..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello, darlin’s!*
*I nearly forgot how disgustingly powerful I helped Yvonne make Helianth- this will be fun.*
*Noice.*
*Wanna RP, Arch?*
*Also, the campaign should be up tomorrow*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sure!*
*And AHHH alright I’m excited, I’m finishing up Gretel, I’m sorry*
Someone seems to have started a small graveyard in the woods. There are several marked graves surrounding an apple tree. But the graveyard keeper seems to be out
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hmmm... how should I do this?*
Sheep have been disappearing across the Autumn Country, specifically lambs. The Squire is the culprit, and is currently sleeping in a pile of butter-soaked bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Squire wanders across it. He looks up at the apples. He looks down at the graves. He pulls a holy symbol out of his jacket, then jumps over the graveyard in an attempt to grab an apple.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Apple is easy enough to grab, but you hear something rustle behind you. It’s a girl, somewhere in her teenage years, very clearly dead with her pale skin. Her short crop of coal-black hair ends just below her chin, and she wears practical work clothes fit for a graveyard keeper. Something seems familiar about her… the locket, the watery brown eyes, the slight tinge of decomposition on her skin…
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
in addition to sheep, a number of other animals have gone missing as well.
the emmisarry is growing its minion's numbers
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*Goooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! How are y'all doing today?*
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)
*Hello, my dear Yvonne! I am simply marvelous, how art thou?*
*Greetings, my dear Archfey- good to hear you're doing good! I am doing wonderful as 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)
He turns to see her, then looks somewhat horrified. He clutches the holy symbol to his side and silently offers the apple back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Squire is being evaluated by a psychologist flanked by two paladins in full armor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels