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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
a crazed looking robed humanoid stumbles into the part of the woods where the emmisary burned. it carefully gathers the bones that were left behind. the core, the soul, if it has sutch a thing. they bring the bones to a clearing.
there is no grass in this clearing. no plants at all, only a layer of lichen and cobwebs that should have long since died. it is cold, and desolate, and separating, and sacred.
the humanoid instantly doubles over, catching themself with their hands, dropping the bones. their neck swells. something is trying to get out, squirming just beneath the skin. wet and pink and writhing and featureless, it pushes its way out of the humamoid's mouth, an enormous worm, moist and glistening falls to the forest floor, the humanoid still gasping for air. the worm squirms for a few seconds, before desiccating, collapsing in on itself, becoming a husk, and then becoming less.
various mushrooms are growing on the dropped bones, linking them and joining them, growing, getting bigger, and more misshapen, until the emmisary, a misshapen humanoid built of mushrooms and lichen and bones, servior of the rotman rises again. a cold wind blows through the clearing.
wordlessly, the emmisary leaves, the humanoid close behind it
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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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
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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
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
“…how does one be so knowledgeable about fey… and yet be so, so clueless? It’s impressive, really.” He says plainly, making direct eye contact with his candlelight eyes.
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
“…how does one be so knowledgeable about fey… and yet be so, so clueless? It’s impressive, really.” He says plainly, making direct eye contact with his candlelight eyes.
"I'm a fighter not a scholar all I need to know is how to beat the enemy"
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
“…how does one be so knowledgeable about fey… and yet be so, so clueless? It’s impressive, really.” He says plainly, making direct eye contact with his candlelight eyes.
"I'm a fighter not a scholar all I need to know is how to beat the enemy"
”that is… precisely what I am talking about- a fight with a fey is not simply won by steel and sorcery, it is a battle of the spoken word.”
*Gooooooooooood morning, my lovely story-weavers of outstanding skill! How are y'all today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m simply FRABJOUS, Julius just obtained the name of the poor archer of July. I’m not sure I have the focus to handle more than one rp at the moment, though, sorry!*
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?”
"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
“…how does one be so knowledgeable about fey… and yet be so, so clueless? It’s impressive, really.” He says plainly, making direct eye contact with his candlelight eyes.
"I'm a fighter not a scholar all I need to know is how to beat the enemy"
”that is… precisely what I am talking about- a fight with a fey is not simply won by steel and sorcery, it is a battle of the spoken word.”
"......I hate feys"
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*Gooooooooooood morning, my lovely story-weavers of outstanding skill! How are y'all today, and would you like to rp?*
*I’m simply FRABJOUS, Julius just obtained the name of the poor archer of July. I’m not sure I have the focus to handle more than one rp at the moment, though, sorry!*
*how art thou?*
*I'm doing good today- not fantastic, but certainly not awful either. Good to hear you both are doing alright!*
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"I'm just a wanderer, nothing more, nothing less," Aramar says lying through his teeth
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“Do not… lie to me… on my own land, traveler…” he gets a bit closer.
"I don't believe I need to give you a reason why I have come here after all, everybody is welcome in Autumn Country, aren't they?" Aramar says, moving his hand towards a dagger at his waist
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
“It’s rude to lie to someone. Did nobody ever teach you manners?”
"Funny, a fey is chiding me about lying when all feys ever do is lie and trick people."
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 crazed looking robed humanoid stumbles into the part of the woods where the emmisary burned. it carefully gathers the bones that were left behind. the core, the soul, if it has sutch a thing. they bring the bones to a clearing.
there is no grass in this clearing. no plants at all, only a layer of lichen and cobwebs that should have long since died. it is cold, and desolate, and separating, and sacred.
the humanoid instantly doubles over, catching themself with their hands, dropping the bones. their neck swells. something is trying to get out, squirming just beneath the skin. wet and pink and writhing and featureless, it pushes its way out of the humamoid's mouth, an enormous worm, moist and glistening falls to the forest floor, the humanoid still gasping for air. the worm squirms for a few seconds, before desiccating, collapsing in on itself, becoming a husk, and then becoming less.
various mushrooms are growing on the dropped bones, linking them and joining them, growing, getting bigger, and more misshapen, until the emmisary, a misshapen humanoid built of mushrooms and lichen and bones, servior of the rotman rises again. a cold wind blows through the clearing.
wordlessly, the emmisary leaves, the humanoid close behind it
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*Question Would it be helpful if there were an archive for Autumn Country?*
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Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“Lie, me? Why, I haven’t lied to you once this whole conversation!” He creeps closer, unthreatened by Aramar’s dagger.
*you’d need to Ask Dark about that*
"How about I reprahase it all feys ever do is twist and use their words to trick people."
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
“…how does one be so knowledgeable about fey… and yet be so, so clueless? It’s impressive, really.” He says plainly, making direct eye contact with his candlelight eyes.
"I'm a fighter not a scholar all I need to know is how to beat the enemy"
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
”that is… precisely what I am talking about- a fight with a fey is not simply won by steel and sorcery, it is a battle of the spoken word.”
*Gooooooooooood morning, my lovely story-weavers of outstanding skill! How are y'all 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)
*I don't believe I'm that good of a writer, Yvonne, but I'm doing fine. How are you?*
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’m simply FRABJOUS, Julius just obtained the name of the poor archer of July. I’m not sure I have the focus to handle more than one rp at the moment, though, sorry!*
*how art thou?*
"......I hate feys"
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
*cut with Drizzt*
he hisses, a sound like the crackling of the fire.
”careful what you say, traveler… this is a land of the fey, you best not disrespect us… oh, how easy it would be to tear your heart out…”
"What would it take for you to give me my name back perhaps you want my first born" Aramar mocked
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'm doing good today- not fantastic, but certainly not awful either. Good to hear you both are doing alright!*
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)