"Cozotz." He says quietly. "The hunt has had some complications, and I'm here to remove them. Please, eat. We'll need our strength." He twists a key on the table, causing a little train to appear from a hatch. It drives around, steam rising from its chimney as it brews coffee in its steampunk internals.
Felix sighs. "Have you met him? In person? He's not a tyrant. Have you been talking with the ghouls or something?"
"Complications? How so?" It asks, as if it doesn't know exactly what he's talking about. It reaches for the bit of collected radiance Cozotz provided... but the light burns its hand, and it quickly decides against that.
"We've met him together, way back when. I'll admit, he puts up a good front." It replies- it acts like it believes what it says, but it's hard to tell. "They already despised me for when we stole the Frenzied Flame. I am the enemy of the ghouls' enemy- why shouldn't we talk?"
He watches, then takes Helianth's plate curiously. "The ghouls. And you. I was going to pick you off from a distance, but that felt... unsportsmanlike." He pulls back the lever, revealing the single bullet, then closes it again. "I was prepared for something really awful. You don't seem like that." He gives Helianth some of the meat from his own plate.
He sighs and pulls back from it. "Their views upset me. I'm fine if you associate with them, but please don't let them destroy the Autumn Country."
"Well, I thank you for not immediately resorting to violence- that looks like it would have hurt." It says, knowing that a single bullet wouldn't have been enough anyways. It thanks them for the food, a few of its vines taking the offered meat and pulling it into the knotted briar at the titan's heart.
"...I won't. I promise." It seems fully genuine when it says that. "...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."
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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 watches, then takes Helianth's plate curiously. "The ghouls. And you. I was going to pick you off from a distance, but that felt... unsportsmanlike." He pulls back the lever, revealing the single bullet, then closes it again. "I was prepared for something really awful. You don't seem like that." He gives Helianth some of the meat from his own plate.
He sighs and pulls back from it. "Their views upset me. I'm fine if you associate with them, but please don't let them destroy the Autumn Country."
"Well, I thank you for not immediately resorting to violence- that looks like it would have hurt." It says, knowing that a single bullet wouldn't have been enough anyways. It thanks them for the food, a few of its vines taking the offered meat and pulling it into the knotted briar at the titan's heart.
"...I won't. I promise." It seems fully genuine when it says that. "...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."
*It's right... but this guy can probably one-round Helianth if he pulls out all the stops. Admittedly, as a glass cannon-style Fighter, that's basically a given.*
"I built this round for hunting demigods. You wanna try it out?" He offers it the rifle. (2d12 piercing, +3 weapon with +3 ammo, range 50/450)
He hugs it. "It's okay. I just wish you left me a note or something." He sighs. "Wanna go on a date?"
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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.
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
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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 watches, then takes Helianth's plate curiously. "The ghouls. And you. I was going to pick you off from a distance, but that felt... unsportsmanlike." He pulls back the lever, revealing the single bullet, then closes it again. "I was prepared for something really awful. You don't seem like that." He gives Helianth some of the meat from his own plate.
He sighs and pulls back from it. "Their views upset me. I'm fine if you associate with them, but please don't let them destroy the Autumn Country."
"Well, I thank you for not immediately resorting to violence- that looks like it would have hurt." It says, knowing that a single bullet wouldn't have been enough anyways. It thanks them for the food, a few of its vines taking the offered meat and pulling it into the knotted briar at the titan's heart.
"...I won't. I promise." It seems fully genuine when it says that. "...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."
*It's right... but this guy can probably one-round Helianth if he pulls out all the stops. Admittedly, as a glass cannon-style Fighter, that's basically a given.*
"I built this round for hunting demigods. You wanna try it out?" He offers it the rifle. (2d12 piercing, +3 weapon with +3 ammo, range 50/450)
He hugs it. "It's okay. I just wish you left me a note or something." He sighs. "Wanna go on a date?"
*Yeah, he'd probably demolish it pretty easily- especially in its weakened, undead state. No Godly Actions, drastically reduced regeneration, and it's highest level spell slot is 6th level- The Ravenous Flame took the vast majority of its power.*
"...Sure." It very carefully picks up the weapon- with how large the crooked ghoul is, it can wield the large rifle in one hand as though it were a pistol. It very carefully aims, and a few seconds later... a tombstone about a hundred yards away bursts, and is reduced to jagged pieces of rubble. It hands him the weapon back. "Very impressive- one of the best-made firearms I've ever seen."
"Sure, I'd love to." It hugs him back, there being a faint sound of bones clattering from within it as it leans slightly towards him. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"
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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)
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
*my Easter was pretty great for the most part! I made plans with my grandmother to go shopping and do some gardening tomorrow. How was your Easter?*
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
*my Easter was pretty great for the most part! I made plans with my grandmother to go shopping and do some gardening tomorrow. How was your Easter?*
*ooh, fun! Glass cannon, I assume?*
*That sounds epic. All we really did was feast. Mom made bread!*
*For a normal game he'd be a tank. Against these kinds of foes, though? Absolutely. He needs to use every little bit of his range and intellect if he wants the upper hand.*
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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.
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
*my Easter was pretty great for the most part! I made plans with my grandmother to go shopping and do some gardening tomorrow. How was your Easter?*
*ooh, fun! Glass cannon, I assume?*
*That sounds epic. All we really did was feast. Mom made bread!*
*For a normal game he'd be a tank. Against these kinds of foes, though? Absolutely. He needs to use every little bit of his range and intellect if he wants the upper hand.*
*sounds fun!*
*hah, makes sense. Although Helianth (Ghoulianth) currently has no access to their previous divine power, if Cozotz were to try fighting divine Helianth, they’d need it. Me and Yvonne made Helianth to be utterly terrifying, as you saw in the Atticus fight.*
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
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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)
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
*It's right... but this guy can probably one-round Helianth if he pulls out all the stops. Admittedly, as a glass cannon-style Fighter, that's basically a given.*
"I built this round for hunting demigods. You wanna try it out?" He offers it the rifle. (2d12 piercing, +3 weapon with +3 ammo, range 50/450)
He hugs it. "It's okay. I just wish you left me a note or something." He sighs. "Wanna go on a date?"
*Yeah, he'd probably demolish it pretty easily- especially in its weakened, undead state. No Godly Actions, drastically reduced regeneration, and it's highest level spell slot is 6th level- The Ravenous Flame took the vast majority of its power.*
"...Sure." It very carefully picks up the weapon- with how large the crooked ghoul is, it can wield the large rifle in one hand as though it were a pistol. It very carefully aims, and a few seconds later... a tombstone about a hundred yards away bursts, and is reduced to jagged pieces of rubble. It hands him the weapon back. "Very impressive- one of the best-made firearms I've ever seen."
"Sure, I'd love to." It hugs him back, there being a faint sound of bones clattering from within it as it leans slightly towards him. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"
*The Flame will ruin this man if he doesn't have his 900ft starting distance and win initiative*
"Thank you. I'm trying to match people who can obliterate castles with a thought, so I need to be able to take them out with a few precise shots before they can, you know, do that to me." He reveals another bullet in his coat. "These are designed to punch through tanks and kill everyone inside with fire and explosions. I have to carry like six kinds of modified bullets based on range and the softness of the targets."
"Nope. Anywhere we can fit you will do." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'd like somewhere with open air though. I like nature."
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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.
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
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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)
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
*Yeah, he'd probably demolish it pretty easily- especially in its weakened, undead state. No Godly Actions, drastically reduced regeneration, and it's highest level spell slot is 6th level- The Ravenous Flame took the vast majority of its power.*
"...Sure." It very carefully picks up the weapon- with how large the crooked ghoul is, it can wield the large rifle in one hand as though it were a pistol. It very carefully aims, and a few seconds later... a tombstone about a hundred yards away bursts, and is reduced to jagged pieces of rubble. It hands him the weapon back. "Very impressive- one of the best-made firearms I've ever seen."
"Sure, I'd love to." It hugs him back, there being a faint sound of bones clattering from within it as it leans slightly towards him. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"
*The Flame will ruin this man if he doesn't have his 900ft starting distance and win initiative*
"Thank you. I'm trying to match people who can obliterate castles with a thought, so I need to be able to take them out with a few precise shots before they can, you know, do that to me." He reveals another bullet in his coat. "These are designed to punch through tanks and kill everyone inside with fire and explosions. I have to carry like six kinds of modified bullets based on range and the softness of the targets."
"Nope. Anywhere we can fit you will do." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'd like somewhere with open air though. I like nature."
"Makes sense- it's always nice to have multiple plans for if things don't go as expected." It replies, speaking from experience. "You said these were weapons for hunting demigods- I take it you're a frequent hunter of the divine?"
"How about... back where we first met? The hills outside the Keep of Painted Leaves?" It suggests as it hugs him, its remaining wing somewhat curling around them as 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)
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
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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)
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
*my Easter was pretty great for the most part! I made plans with my grandmother to go shopping and do some gardening tomorrow. How was your Easter?*
*ooh, fun! Glass cannon, I assume?*
*That sounds epic. All we really did was feast. Mom made bread!*
*For a normal game he'd be a tank. Against these kinds of foes, though? Absolutely. He needs to use every little bit of his range and intellect if he wants the upper hand.*
*sounds fun!*
*hah, makes sense. Although Helianth (Ghoulianth) currently has no access to their previous divine power, if Cozotz were to try fighting divine Helianth, they’d need it. Me and Yvonne made Helianth to be utterly terrifying, as you saw in the Atticus fight.*
*Yeah, Atticus barely made it, and he's an archmage. Cozotz may not even stand a chance with all his called shots and tricks.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The Flame will ruin this man if he doesn't have his 900ft starting distance and win initiative*
"Thank you. I'm trying to match people who can obliterate castles with a thought, so I need to be able to take them out with a few precise shots before they can, you know, do that to me." He reveals another bullet in his coat. "These are designed to punch through tanks and kill everyone inside with fire and explosions. I have to carry like six kinds of modified bullets based on range and the softness of the targets."
"Nope. Anywhere we can fit you will do." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'd like somewhere with open air though. I like nature."
"Makes sense- it's always nice to have multiple plans for if things don't go as expected." It replies, speaking from experience. "You said these were weapons for hunting demigods- I take it you're a frequent hunter of the divine?"
"How about... back where we first met? The hills outside the Keep of Painted Leaves?" It suggests as it hugs him, its remaining wing somewhat curling around them as well.
"Yup. I'm something of a 'balance specialist.' The world runs in cycles, and when those cycles are halted by gods, demons, or anything else, I'm one of the guys they call to fix things. I'm not anyone special, which has got me a lot of grief from my teammates who are gods and devils and stuff themselves, but I think if we don't force the status quo to move along, we can never have a comparison." He begins cleaning his rifle. "I'm kinda hoping I don't succeed at this job immediately. We can't know if your plan is better 'till we see it, right?"
"I would love that. Can you still eat sunlight?" He looks through a notepad. "I want to know what to bring."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
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"Well, I thank you for not immediately resorting to violence- that looks like it would have hurt." It says, knowing that a single bullet wouldn't have been enough anyways. It thanks them for the food, a few of its vines taking the offered meat and pulling it into the knotted briar at the titan's heart.
"...I won't. I promise." It seems fully genuine when it says that. "...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."
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's right... but this guy can probably one-round Helianth if he pulls out all the stops. Admittedly, as a glass cannon-style Fighter, that's basically a given.*
"I built this round for hunting demigods. You wanna try it out?" He offers it the rifle. (2d12 piercing, +3 weapon with +3 ammo, range 50/450)
He hugs it. "It's okay. I just wish you left me a note or something." He sighs. "Wanna go on a date?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello, darlings!*
*Hey, Arch! How was your Easter?*
*Also, Cozotz is here now. He's a Strugel Sniper and despite being nothing but a level 20 fighter with +3 equipment, I'm pretty sure he could stand up to a demigod. As he canonically does.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, he'd probably demolish it pretty easily- especially in its weakened, undead state. No Godly Actions, drastically reduced regeneration, and it's highest level spell slot is 6th level- The Ravenous Flame took the vast majority of its power.*
"...Sure." It very carefully picks up the weapon- with how large the crooked ghoul is, it can wield the large rifle in one hand as though it were a pistol. It very carefully aims, and a few seconds later... a tombstone about a hundred yards away bursts, and is reduced to jagged pieces of rubble. It hands him the weapon back. "Very impressive- one of the best-made firearms I've ever seen."
"Sure, I'd love to." It hugs him back, there being a faint sound of bones clattering from within it as it leans slightly towards him. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"
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)
*my Easter was pretty great for the most part! I made plans with my grandmother to go shopping and do some gardening tomorrow. How was your Easter?*
*ooh, fun! Glass cannon, I assume?*
*Hello, my good friend! How art thou today, and would you like to rp?*
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 epic. All we really did was feast. Mom made bread!*
*For a normal game he'd be a tank. Against these kinds of foes, though? Absolutely. He needs to use every little bit of his range and intellect if he wants the upper hand.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*sounds fun!*
*hah, makes sense. Although Helianth (Ghoulianth) currently has no access to their previous divine power, if Cozotz were to try fighting divine Helianth, they’d need it. Me and Yvonne made Helianth to be utterly terrifying, as you saw in the Atticus fight.*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
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)
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
*The Flame will ruin this man if he doesn't have his 900ft starting distance and win initiative*
"Thank you. I'm trying to match people who can obliterate castles with a thought, so I need to be able to take them out with a few precise shots before they can, you know, do that to me." He reveals another bullet in his coat. "These are designed to punch through tanks and kill everyone inside with fire and explosions. I have to carry like six kinds of modified bullets based on range and the softness of the targets."
"Nope. Anywhere we can fit you will do." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'd like somewhere with open air though. I like nature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
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)
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
"Makes sense- it's always nice to have multiple plans for if things don't go as expected." It replies, speaking from experience. "You said these were weapons for hunting demigods- I take it you're a frequent hunter of the divine?"
"How about... back where we first met? The hills outside the Keep of Painted Leaves?" It suggests as it hugs him, its remaining wing somewhat curling around them 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)
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
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, Atticus barely made it, and he's an archmage. Cozotz may not even stand a chance with all his called shots and tricks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yup. I'm something of a 'balance specialist.' The world runs in cycles, and when those cycles are halted by gods, demons, or anything else, I'm one of the guys they call to fix things. I'm not anyone special, which has got me a lot of grief from my teammates who are gods and devils and stuff themselves, but I think if we don't force the status quo to move along, we can never have a comparison." He begins cleaning his rifle. "I'm kinda hoping I don't succeed at this job immediately. We can't know if your plan is better 'till we see it, right?"
"I would love that. Can you still eat sunlight?" He looks through a notepad. "I want to know what to bring."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.