Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
Adeline has finished writing in her journal for now, and has taken to wandering the Autumn Country once again.
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
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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)
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
"Aramar Evergreen what's yours?" says Aramar as he still keeps his bow aimed at the man
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Adeline has finished writing in her journal for now, and has taken to wandering the Autumn Country once again.
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
"Aramar Evergreen what's yours?" says Aramar as he still keeps his bow aimed at the man
He grins like a Cheshire Cat.
”you may refer to me as the Harvest Prince. The Jack O’Lantern Lord. The Baron of bounty! I have many names. And now, I have one more.”
*in case you hadn’t realized, Aramar just gave the Prince his name. The prince is a fey, which means that now that he has Aramar’s name, he can do all sorts of fey shenanigans with it.*
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
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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 emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
"Aramar Evergreen what's yours?" says Aramar as he still keeps his bow aimed at the man
He grins like a Cheshire Cat.
”you may refer to me as the Harvest Prince. The Jack O’Lantern Lord. The Baron of bounty! I have many names. And now, I have one more.”
*in case you hadn’t realized, Aramar just gave the Prince his name. The prince is a fey, which means that now that he has Aramar’s name, he can do all sorts of fey shenanigans with it.*
"Names are just what we use to identify ourselves, they do not mean everything," Aramar says extremely calmly
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
"Aramar Evergreen what's yours?" says Aramar as he still keeps his bow aimed at the man
He grins like a Cheshire Cat.
”you may refer to me as the Harvest Prince. The Jack O’Lantern Lord. The Baron of bounty! I have many names. And now, I have one more.”
*in case you hadn’t realized, Aramar just gave the Prince his name. The prince is a fey, which means that now that he has Aramar’s name, he can do all sorts of fey shenanigans with it.*
"Names are just what we use to identify ourselves, they do not mean everything," Aramar says extremely calmly
“You… are not well versed in the ways of the Fair Folk, then.” he decides, leaping down to another, closer branch. “What brings you to Autumn Country?”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
"What's your name, stranger?" Aramar says with his bow still nocked and aimed at the unknown person looking out for any sign that the stranger would attack
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
*I'll just show you aramar's character sheet https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/143793519/iE7PxX*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“You first. May I have your name? You’re the visitor, I think it is only fair.” He doesn’t seem particularly threatened by the bow. He’s armed, but he isn’t holding any weapons. All he has is a sickle at his waist.
Adeline has finished writing in her journal for now, and has taken to wandering the Autumn Country once again.
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
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)
*for a level 20 anything? I think its fine*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Aramar Evergreen what's yours?" says Aramar as he still keeps his bow aimed at the man
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
*I gotta alter it a bit i think -_-*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He grins like a Cheshire Cat.
”you may refer to me as the Harvest Prince. The Jack O’Lantern Lord. The Baron of bounty! I have many names. And now, I have one more.”
*in case you hadn’t realized, Aramar just gave the Prince his name. The prince is a fey, which means that now that he has Aramar’s name, he can do all sorts of fey shenanigans with it.*
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
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 flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
"Names are just what we use to identify ourselves, they do not mean everything," Aramar says extremely calmly
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"I......have...no name......****y.........a.......purpose"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
“You… are not well versed in the ways of the Fair Folk, then.” he decides, leaping down to another, closer branch. “What brings you to Autumn Country?”
“That purpose being to spread decay and rot?…”