The Autumn Country (Hunt for the Barley King)

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*Here, for if any of y'all would like to rp!*

Adeline is at the edge of a forest, having set up a temporary camp for the day. She has fashioned a hammock out of silk that is strung up between a copse of trees like a spider's web, which she currently sits upon as she makes sketches of her surroundings.

The Ravenous Flame is impatiently waiting for the Harvest Prince to find a way to get it into Ghulheim, and is currently moving about the Autumn Country- still consuming all it burns, just at a slower pace than normal.

 *this thread is popping off today :)*

*cut with Drizzt*

”uhm… I was not aware the Summer King had his eyes on Autumn Country…”

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Walking up the cobbled steps of the keep is a figure adorned with a tattered, black cloak, leaning on the taller side with cloven hooves and a devilish tail sweeping behind them. The end of it resembles an almost insectoid stinger, scaled all the way up to where the base of the tail disappears under the dark trousers of the new arrival. They appear to be wearing no armor, a gleaming silvered halberd across their back etched with symbols and adorned with imagery of the moon. The traveler stops at the door, gently opening it with a gloved hand. They pull their hood back to reveal a sort of tiefling-like appearance, though more scaled and oil-colored, ebony with a soft sheen to it, with silver colored eyes and rune-like tattoos. The tiefling - or devil, more likely - has longer curly black hair that’s pulled back into a loose bun. They’re exceedingly tall, likely around 7 ft tall, ducking to fit into the doorway.

 The sleeveless man watches the figure enter the keep, his keen eyes unblinking, writing something down. 

 They lock eyes for a moment, frowning. Their stinger whips slowly back and forth for a moment, skittering against the ground. “Recordkeeper, or just a studious journalist?”

 “I’m a librarian! And a bit of a journalist. I like to keep my library updated with all the information people need.” 

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*Hi cyno :)*

 *HELLO! i read what happened yesterday oh my god I’m so sorry, are you feeling any better? can I do anything to help?*

 *i'm fine for now right now I'm roleplaying with arch and captain with my character aramar I barely escaped julius trying to kill me after I threatened him thanks to my high stealth :)*

 *HUGE, im up to rp if youd like as well :) i like your characters a lot*

 *Thanks right now i'm roleplaying with the moth mother and emmisary aramar is totally going to die one of these days because I roll low on stealth lol but I'm willing to rp*

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 “I’m a librarian! And a bit of a journalist. I like to keep my library updated with all the information people need.” 

 “Ah. Librarian.” They relax somewhat, tail coiling. “If I may ask, where am I? I’m unfamiliar with this land.”

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*Capatin, Arch, wanna rp?* 

 *I can*

 The horned man is looking through a book. 

 a worm pokes up from the ground, followed by more, and more, and more, until they form a vaguely humanoid shaped pile of worms, writhing and glistening and pink. it smells like decay.

He leans down, seemingly unbothered by the decay. “Interesting. Magic, perhaps?” He writes something down. 

 "of.....a.......sort"

 “Oh! Hello there!” He looks startled. 

 "are......you........dead?"

 “I am quite alive!” It’s clear he isn’t, but he doesn’t sound like he’s lying. More like he believes he is still alive. 

 "where.......are.......dead.....things?"

 “The dead are all over. Who are you, may I ask?” 

*cut for captain*

"Who is the rotman?"

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*cut with Drizzt*

”uhm… I was not aware the Summer King had his eyes on Autumn Country…”

 "He figured now was the best time since the barley king is missing he sent me to disrupt the peace and cause chaos"

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*Here, for if any of y'all would like to rp!*

Adeline is at the edge of a forest, having set up a temporary camp for the day. She has fashioned a hammock out of silk that is strung up between a copse of trees like a spider's web, which she currently sits upon as she makes sketches of her surroundings.

The Ravenous Flame is impatiently waiting for the Harvest Prince to find a way to get it into Ghulheim, and is currently moving about the Autumn Country- still consuming all it burns, just at a slower pace than normal.

 The Ravenous flame finds that… things are not burning as they should. Much, much slower, as if they were fire resistant. Only for the plants they burn in autumn country, however. Animals and man made structures burn fine. It must be the effects of the deal they made with the Fey Prince Julius, protecting his domain from harm until the hours are up…

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 “I’m a librarian! And a bit of a journalist. I like to keep my library updated with all the information people need.” 

 “Ah. Librarian.” They relax somewhat, tail coiling. “If I may ask, where am I? I’m unfamiliar with this land.”

 “You’re in the Autumn Country, home of the Autumn court. I am Orys, the Librarian. And you are?” 

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*Capatin, Arch, wanna rp?* 

 *I can*

 The horned man is looking through a book. 

 a worm pokes up from the ground, followed by more, and more, and more, until they form a vaguely humanoid shaped pile of worms, writhing and glistening and pink. it smells like decay.

He leans down, seemingly unbothered by the decay. “Interesting. Magic, perhaps?” He writes something down. 

 "of.....a.......sort"

 “Oh! Hello there!” He looks startled. 

 "are......you........dead?"

 “I am quite alive!” It’s clear he isn’t, but he doesn’t sound like he’s lying. More like he believes he is still alive. 

 "where.......are.......dead.....things?"

 “The dead are all over. Who are you, may I ask?” 

 ".....emissary....."

 “An emissary of rot! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

*for cyno*

Aramar evergreen is wandering through the forests of autumn country and stops by a spring for awhile taking in the beauty of this landscape

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"Who is the rotman?"

 "sleeping........under the earth.........always there........will......always be there........bringer........of.....decay...........our......creator.........waking.....up"

 "So the rot man is your god essentially?"

*okay I have a cool idea captain when aramar dies which he probably will what if the rot man ressurects his corpse and uses it as a puppet for his will?*

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 *Thanks right now i'm roleplaying with the moth mother and emmisary aramar is totally going to die one of these days because I roll low on stealth lol but I'm willing to rp*

 *you need me to repost my intro? also whats your build?*

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”uhm… I was not aware the Summer King had his eyes on Autumn Country…”

 "He figured now was the best time since the barley king is missing he sent me to disrupt the peace and cause chaos"

 “There was… hardly any peace at this moment, dear, and you… might have some competition. I heard the Ghouls were rising with their queen against Augustus…”

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*Here, for if any of y'all would like to rp!*

Adeline is at the edge of a forest, having set up a temporary camp for the day. She has fashioned a hammock out of silk that is strung up between a copse of trees like a spider's web, which she currently sits upon as she makes sketches of her surroundings.

The Ravenous Flame is impatiently waiting for the Harvest Prince to find a way to get it into Ghulheim, and is currently moving about the Autumn Country- still consuming all it burns, just at a slower pace than normal.

 The Ravenous flame finds that… things are not burning as they should. Much, much slower, as if they were fire resistant. Only for the plants they burn in autumn country, however. Animals and man made structures burn fine. It must be the effects of the deal they made with the Fey Prince Julius, protecting his domain from harm until the hours are up…

Needless to say, the inferno is frustrated by this... but it remains patient. Soon, one way or another, it will get its feast... but for now, that village over yonder shall do as an appetizer.

It rushes in the direction of Cane On The Water, quickened by its starving desperation to feed- it can't go long without eating, it seems.