The Autumn Country (Hunt for the Barley King)

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the emmisary, created anew, has found the farmlands, and is spreading their supernatural blight among the crops, circled by dessicated birds and live vultures

 While running away from the prince, Aramar runs into the emissary accidentally

 "are........you.........flesh?"

 "Perhaps I am"

 "are.......you.......FLESH?"

 "Yes, why?"

 "flesh.....can......rot"

 "Everything can decay, what's your point?"

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

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A young man with black hair, pale skin, and a sleeveless shirt wanders around, writing in a notebook. His arms are covered in orange and red leaves that glow red. A pair of glasses sit on his nose and he has horns that stick up from his mess of black hair. 

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

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A young man with black hair, pale skin, and a sleeveless shirt wanders around, writing in a notebook. His arms are covered in orange and red leaves that glow red. A pair of glasses sit on his nose and he has horns that stick up from his mess of black hair. 

 

 *sorry bananer i would love to roleplay but I'm already doing two at once and I'm pretty sure that's my max T_T*

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the emmisary, created anew, has found the farmlands, and is spreading their supernatural blight among the crops, circled by dessicated birds and live vultures

 While running away from the prince, Aramar runs into the emissary accidentally

 "are........you.........flesh?"

 "Perhaps I am"

 "are.......you.......FLESH?"

 "Yes, why?"

 "flesh.....can......rot"

 "Everything can decay, what's your point?"

 "we.......exist.........to.........bring.......decay........it........is........our........purpouse"

 "So you are a cleric of decay, I guess?"

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

 “You may call me Mother Moth… what are you doing, traveling alone in the woods? Not afraid of the haints and the spirits? Of the ghouls and the big bad wolves? The crooked man? The fox hounds?”

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the emmisary, created anew, has found the farmlands, and is spreading their supernatural blight among the crops, circled by dessicated birds and live vultures

 While running away from the prince, Aramar runs into the emissary accidentally

 "are........you.........flesh?"

 "Perhaps I am"

 "are.......you.......FLESH?"

 "Yes, why?"

 "flesh.....can......rot"

 "Everything can decay, what's your point?"

 "we.......exist.........to.........bring.......decay........it........is........our........purpouse"

 "So you are a cleric of decay, I guess?"

 "......emissary......"

*just a mo, the emissary doesn't look the least bit human. basically a humanish shaped lump of lichen and mushrooms and bones*

 *What happens if I try to touch it or burn it :3*

"emissary of decay not a bad name for a lump of bones and mushrooms"

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

 “You may call me Mother Moth… what are you doing, traveling alone in the woods? Not afraid of the haints and the spirits? Of the ghouls and the big bad wolves? The crooked man? The fox hounds?”

 "I believe I can take care of myself in a fight miss moth"

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

 “You may call me Mother Moth… what are you doing, traveling alone in the woods? Not afraid of the haints and the spirits? Of the ghouls and the big bad wolves? The crooked man? The fox hounds?”

 "I believe I can take care of myself in a fight miss moth"

 “If you say so… you are from Autumn Country, then?”

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the emmisary, created anew, has found the farmlands, and is spreading their supernatural blight among the crops, circled by dessicated birds and live vultures

 While running away from the prince, Aramar runs into the emissary accidentally

 "are........you.........flesh?"

 "Perhaps I am"

 "are.......you.......FLESH?"

 "Yes, why?"

 "flesh.....can......rot"

 "Everything can decay, what's your point?"

 "we.......exist.........to.........bring.......decay........it........is........our........purpouse"

 "So you are a cleric of decay, I guess?"

 "......emissary......"

*just a mo, the emissary doesn't look the least bit human. basically a humanish shaped lump of lichen and mushrooms and bones*

 *What happens if I try to touch it or burn it :3*

"emissary of decay not a bad name for a lump of bones and mushrooms"

 *already happened. it came back, but it burned very well*

"no...name.....****y......purpose"

 *cool time to burn it again jk*

Aramar tossed a rock at the lump of lichen mushrooms and bones

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

 “You may call me Mother Moth… what are you doing, traveling alone in the woods? Not afraid of the haints and the spirits? Of the ghouls and the big bad wolves? The crooked man? The fox hounds?”

 "I believe I can take care of myself in a fight miss moth"

 “If you say so… you are from Autumn Country, then?”

 "No, I'm from outside of Autumn Country, why?"

*would i have died if i didn't have high stealth arch?*

*Capatin, Arch, wanna rp?* 

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*I guess our roleplay has finished?*

 *yep, it seems so!*

*the Harvest prince will definitely be a lot more violent next time they meet, though*

 *it was a fun first interaction using aramar thanks arch :)*

 *no problem! I have other characters if you want another roleplay*

 *sure take your pick*

 *okay!*

Aramar, in his travels after his encounter with Julius the harvest Prince, comes across something strange in the forest. What seems to be a vast expanse (several hundred feet across) of silken strands carpeting the ground, connecting tree to tree and forming walls, almost like gates. On the inside seems to be an area of the forest, constructed entirely out of silk, a garden of webs, crawling with spiders and silk worms. Sitting on the low hanging branch of a tree in the middle of the silken sanctuary is an old woman, wrapped in many layers of white fabrics, knitting a scarf. Her clothes are crawling with live spiders.

 Aramar cautiously looks around for anything odd. insight:31

 She has a silk necklace, strung with three rings. Engagement rings. She hasn’t noticed him yet, as he hasn’t entered the silken sanctuary..

in addition, in the trees of the sanctuary, are thousands of silk cocoons, containing silk moths. They don’t seem to have hatched yet.

 *I know its probably a trap but I'm going to risk why do I feel like my archer is going to die because it makes a bunch of enemies T_T*

Aramar cautiously enters the sanctuary and keeps an eye out for any danger

 *oh, Mother moth, this character, is much more friendly. Then again, Aramar literally threatened to kill the Prince.*

as soon as he steps on a single thread, Mother Moth looks up, smiling. “A visitor!” She stands up, making her way over to Aramar. “Tell me, darling, are you lost?…”

 "I'm a traveler. What is your name, madam?"  aramar responds with a polite bow

 “You may call me Mother Moth… what are you doing, traveling alone in the woods? Not afraid of the haints and the spirits? Of the ghouls and the big bad wolves? The crooked man? The fox hounds?”

 "I believe I can take care of myself in a fight miss moth"

 “If you say so… you are from Autumn Country, then?”

 "No, I'm from outside of Autumn Country, why?"

 “Oh… it’s just that those from here know what to expect- they know for the most part how to ward off spirits and to stay safe in the woods-… what do you know of Autumn Country? Are you prepared? When did you arrive?”

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the emmisary, created anew, has found the farmlands, and is spreading their supernatural blight among the crops, circled by dessicated birds and live vultures

 While running away from the prince, Aramar runs into the emissary accidentally

 "are........you.........flesh?"

 "Perhaps I am"

 "are.......you.......FLESH?"

 "Yes, why?"

 "flesh.....can......rot"

 "Everything can decay, what's your point?"

 "we.......exist.........to.........bring.......decay........it........is........our........purpouse"

 "So you are a cleric of decay, I guess?"

 "......emissary......"

*just a mo, the emissary doesn't look the least bit human. basically a humanish shaped lump of lichen and mushrooms and bones*

 *What happens if I try to touch it or burn it :3*

"emissary of decay not a bad name for a lump of bones and mushrooms"

 *already happened. it came back, but it burned very well*

"no...name.....****y......purpose"

 *cool time to burn it again jk*

Aramar tossed a rock at the lump of lichen mushrooms and bones

 it sinks in to its permeable body, with an unpleasant squishing sound. the emissary doesn't react or perhaps notice, and continues rotting crops, especially pumpkins

 Aramar turn his cloak into a bow and shoots an arrow into the emmisary