He approaches. "I'm going to hold a bonfire tonight. Do you wanna join me?" He seems confident, despite the Groundskeeper being basically a skyscraper in comparison to the monstrous Strugel.
They are silent for a moment, thinking before they make their decision. "Sure. I might not be able to stick around for long, but I'd like to see it too." They answer.
"Cool. This is gonna be a big one. I want all the kids to be able to gather around it and still have room to dance without hitting each other." He revs his cold iron buzzsaw a bit. "We're gonna need some big trees. Take the close ones. If they fall during the winter, which is likely since they're not built for it, they'll smash right through the Keep. We can control a fall if we cut them down ourselves. But you already knew that, right?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"..." He's silent. "She raised me..." comes that nails-on-chalkboard rasp. "I said that I would be better... better than she was... to others... and I'm not..." He falls to his knees. He shrugs off the layers of furs and leather padding and cold iron studs to reveal an emaciated body, held together with butcher's twine. "Look at me..." He pulls open the seams on his chest, revealing an empty hole. The organs are there, hanging in a black space, stitched and held by a web of sinew thread. "I am not a labor of love..."
She rushes over to him, almost scuttling. She kneels down slightly to look him in the eyes. “You… you are hurt. No-… more than hurt. But listen to me… you wanted to be better than the one who raised you- you cannot expect a flower fed poison to bloom! You need time-… to heal- to get better…”
He looks up at her. "What do you know... of the Sugarplum Court's poison? They bloom such wonderful things from it... but I was too weak and too mortal. It made me angrier, angrier, angrier than the wildest faeries." He closes up his torso. "Why do you care? You've seen my body of work. It could be one of your children who gets hurt next, couldn't it?"
She picks up the layer of furs he had shed, putting them around him. “I care because it doesn’t have to be. too weak? Too mortal? You shouldn’t blame yourself if you are a rose trying to grow in a garden of lavender-… it’s not fair for you.”
*out of curiosity, since she’s my newest permanent character here, I’m not sure if I’ve asked this before, but what do you guys think of mother moth so far?*
*I don't know a better way to describe her than beautiful*
*She's kind and amazing and distinctly human while being distinctly fey. She's flawed incredibly.*
*What do you think for Piecemeal?*
*it is so wonderful to hear that, I had been enjoying playing her and I am so glad that you love her as much as I do!*
*Piecemeal is just. So. Great. I genuinely want him to heal and get better and learn to trust, and that’s how you know I love a character- I’m invested in their story, despite only being first exposed to it about yesterday. You did a wonderful job.*
*I feed upon your praise*
*I shall give you a secret: I barely understand what's up with Piecemeal myself. He's an enigma to an extent, and I think that makes him scarier. He's not just unstable, he's difficult to know. He's not inconsistent, but he is insane.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He approaches. "I'm going to hold a bonfire tonight. Do you wanna join me?" He seems confident, despite the Groundskeeper being basically a skyscraper in comparison to the monstrous Strugel.
They are silent for a moment, thinking before they make their decision. "Sure. I might not be able to stick around for long, but I'd like to see it too." They answer.
"Cool. This is gonna be a big one. I want all the kids to be able to gather around it and still have room to dance without hitting each other." He revs his cold iron buzzsaw a bit. "We're gonna need some big trees. Take the close ones. If they fall during the winter, which is likely since they're not built for it, they'll smash right through the Keep. We can control a fall if we cut them down ourselves. But you already knew that, right?"
"Of course. Sounds like a good plan. I'll need to grab my tools quickly, but once I'm back I should be able to get to tree-felling right alongside you." The respond, before quickly running off to fetch said tools. They return a minute or so later, an old saw and a few other bladed bits of equipment in their arms. These are ancient tools, but they're clearly well-cared for.
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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)
*out of curiosity, since she’s my newest permanent character here, I’m not sure if I’ve asked this before, but what do you guys think of mother moth so far?*
*I don't know a better way to describe her than beautiful*
*She's kind and amazing and distinctly human while being distinctly fey. She's flawed incredibly.*
*What do you think for Piecemeal?*
*it is so wonderful to hear that, I had been enjoying playing her and I am so glad that you love her as much as I do!*
*Piecemeal is just. So. Great. I genuinely want him to heal and get better and learn to trust, and that’s how you know I love a character- I’m invested in their story, despite only being first exposed to it about yesterday. You did a wonderful job.*
*I feed upon your praise*
*I shall give you a secret: I barely understand what's up with Piecemeal myself. He's an enigma to an extent, and I think that makes him scarier. He's not just unstable, he's difficult to know. He's not inconsistent, but he is insane.*
*good, everyone should get at minimum 8 compliments a day and I am happy to provide you with praise*
*ooh, and that fact makes him all the more interesting- Mother Moth was definitely scared at first- despite being a fey lady herself, even. I mean, he had cold iron weapons and definitely seemed unstable*
He looks up at her. "What do you know... of the Sugarplum Court's poison? They bloom such wonderful things from it... but I was too weak and too mortal. It made me angrier, angrier, angrier than the wildest faeries." He closes up his torso. "Why do you care? You've seen my body of work. It could be one of your children who gets hurt next, couldn't it?"
She picks up the layer of furs he had shed, putting them around him. “I care because it doesn’t have to be. too weak? Too mortal? You shouldn’t blame yourself if you are a rose trying to grow in a garden of lavender-… it’s not fair for you.”
"I was given an opportunity..." He whispers. Then his eyes light up. "No... I deserve better. I... am... better. I am a PRINCE!" He wraps his filthy clothing around himself ceremoniously. Then he begins to sing again, with his real voice. It's raspy and monstrous, but he hits the notes perfectly.
"Let me introduce to you The other side of me! The side that's way ahead of you, That doesn't need your rivalry! These hobby artists think they're better, but they lie! You wouldn't last a minute at this stop, come and try!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Cool. This is gonna be a big one. I want all the kids to be able to gather around it and still have room to dance without hitting each other." He revs his cold iron buzzsaw a bit. "We're gonna need some big trees. Take the close ones. If they fall during the winter, which is likely since they're not built for it, they'll smash right through the Keep. We can control a fall if we cut them down ourselves. But you already knew that, right?"
"Of course. Sounds like a good plan. I'll need to grab my tools quickly, but once I'm back I should be able to get to tree-felling right alongside you." The respond, before quickly running off to fetch said tools. They return a minute or so later, an old saw and a few other bladed bits of equipment in their arms. These are ancient tools, but they're clearly well-cared for.
"Impressive tools. Is the maker still alive? I love a good piece of craftsmanship." He begins marking trees. A stack of deadly saws lies on a table near him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think he's a really compelling character! Like Arch said, I've only known his story for a little bit and I'm already hooked and excited to see where it goes next.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks up at her. "What do you know... of the Sugarplum Court's poison? They bloom such wonderful things from it... but I was too weak and too mortal. It made me angrier, angrier, angrier than the wildest faeries." He closes up his torso. "Why do you care? You've seen my body of work. It could be one of your children who gets hurt next, couldn't it?"
She picks up the layer of furs he had shed, putting them around him. “I care because it doesn’t have to be. too weak? Too mortal? You shouldn’t blame yourself if you are a rose trying to grow in a garden of lavender-… it’s not fair for you.”
"I was given an opportunity..." He whispers. Then his eyes light up. "No... I deserve better. I... am... better. I am a PRINCE!" He wraps his filthy clothing around himself ceremoniously. Then he begins to sing again, with his real voice. It's raspy and monstrous, but he hits the notes perfectly.
"Let me introduce to you The other side of me! The side that's way ahead of you, That doesn't need your rivalry! These hobby artists think they're better, but they lie! You wouldn't last a minute at this stop, come and try!"
She takes a few steps back, smiling slightly as she listens to him sing. As the night gets colder, her silver, white, and brown mottled moth wings unfurl, wrapping around herself like a cloak.
"I was given an opportunity..." He whispers. Then his eyes light up. "No... I deserve better. I... am... better. I am a PRINCE!" He wraps his filthy clothing around himself ceremoniously. Then he begins to sing again, with his real voice. It's raspy and monstrous, but he hits the notes perfectly.
"Let me introduce to you The other side of me! The side that's way ahead of you, That doesn't need your rivalry! These hobby artists think they're better, but they lie! You wouldn't last a minute at this stop, come and try!"
She takes a few steps back, smiling slightly as she listens to him sing. As the night gets colder, her silver, white, and brown mottled moth wings unfurl, wrapping around herself like a cloak.
He hefts his weapon. "I'm building a bonfire at the Keep. It should keep you and your children warm for the night, at least. Adeline is already helping out. It's going to be a long winter, and I'm going to be killing a a lot of what lumberjacks call 'Widowmakers-' trees that will snap and fall under the chill."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Cool. This is gonna be a big one. I want all the kids to be able to gather around it and still have room to dance without hitting each other." He revs his cold iron buzzsaw a bit. "We're gonna need some big trees. Take the close ones. If they fall during the winter, which is likely since they're not built for it, they'll smash right through the Keep. We can control a fall if we cut them down ourselves. But you already knew that, right?"
"Of course. Sounds like a good plan. I'll need to grab my tools quickly, but once I'm back I should be able to get to tree-felling right alongside you." The respond, before quickly running off to fetch said tools. They return a minute or so later, an old saw and a few other bladed bits of equipment in their arms. These are ancient tools, but they're clearly well-cared for.
"Impressive tools. Is the maker still alive? I love a good piece of craftsmanship." He begins marking trees. A stack of deadly saws lies on a table near him.
"Unfortunately not, though they passed down a lot of their knowledge and skill. These tools were used by the Keep's first Groundskeeper, and the one after them, and the one after them, and so on and so forth." They explain as they produce the ancient saw, readying themselves to cut down one of the marked trees.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I think he's a really compelling character! Like Arch said, I've only known his story for a little bit and I'm already hooked and excited to see where it goes next.*
*I'm glad I've gotten you two invested in this psycho.*
*I expect a detailed review from each of you so I know what I'm doing right and I can write down stuff that will help me RP him in the future.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I was given an opportunity..." He whispers. Then his eyes light up. "No... I deserve better. I... am... better. I am a PRINCE!" He wraps his filthy clothing around himself ceremoniously. Then he begins to sing again, with his real voice. It's raspy and monstrous, but he hits the notes perfectly.
"Let me introduce to you The other side of me! The side that's way ahead of you, That doesn't need your rivalry! These hobby artists think they're better, but they lie! You wouldn't last a minute at this stop, come and try!"
She takes a few steps back, smiling slightly as she listens to him sing. As the night gets colder, her silver, white, and brown mottled moth wings unfurl, wrapping around herself like a cloak.
He hefts his weapon. "I'm building a bonfire at the Keep. It should keep you and your children warm for the night, at least. Adeline is already helping out. It's going to be a long winter, and I'm going to be killing a a lot of what lumberjacks call 'Widowmakers-' trees that will snap and fall under the chill."
Her smile widens. “How nice-… I’ll move the silken sanctuary nearby, all of my mobile children and grandchildren can move to the bonfire from there. The rest are sequestered safely in an underground, heated burrow… i am glad to hear that Adeline is helping.”
*so all of you know for future reference and just as a fun lore thing: the Silken Sanctuary, Mother Moth’s lair and estate, is portable and can be transported by Mother Moth and her children in about an hour to anywhere she wishes within several miles, as long as it’s always in a forest*
*I think he's a really compelling character! Like Arch said, I've only known his story for a little bit and I'm already hooked and excited to see where it goes next.*
*I'm glad I've gotten you two invested in this psycho.*
*I expect a detailed review from each of you so I know what I'm doing right and I can write down stuff that will help me RP him in the future.*
*of course, my dear! Anything for you and your amazing characters*
"Impressive tools. Is the maker still alive? I love a good piece of craftsmanship." He begins marking trees. A stack of deadly saws lies on a table near him.
"Unfortunately not, though they passed down a lot of their knowledge and skill. These tools were used by the Keep's first Groundskeeper, and the one after them, and the one after them, and so on and so forth." They explain as they produce the ancient saw, readying themselves to cut down one of the marked trees.
"More impressive than I expected. Let's stress test them." He begins cutting a tree down himself. His saw carves through the wood as if it were nothing but air. "Feywood. Let's see how it burns."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i don’t think I’ve asked this either- what do y’all think of Julius? He and Mother Moth are very different characters, so I’m curious*
*I think Julius is really interesting, and has great dynamics with many different other characters here. It's always fun to see a character so thoroughly grounded in the story's setting.*
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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)
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"Cool. This is gonna be a big one. I want all the kids to be able to gather around it and still have room to dance without hitting each other." He revs his cold iron buzzsaw a bit. "We're gonna need some big trees. Take the close ones. If they fall during the winter, which is likely since they're not built for it, they'll smash right through the Keep. We can control a fall if we cut them down ourselves. But you already knew that, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She picks up the layer of furs he had shed, putting them around him. “I care because it doesn’t have to be. too weak? Too mortal? You shouldn’t blame yourself if you are a rose trying to grow in a garden of lavender-… it’s not fair for you.”
*I feed upon your praise*
*I shall give you a secret: I barely understand what's up with Piecemeal myself. He's an enigma to an extent, and I think that makes him scarier. He's not just unstable, he's difficult to know. He's not inconsistent, but he is insane.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i don’t think I’ve asked this either- what do y’all think of Julius? He and Mother Moth are very different characters, so I’m curious*
*So Yvonne, what's your opinion on Piecemeal?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course. Sounds like a good plan. I'll need to grab my tools quickly, but once I'm back I should be able to get to tree-felling right alongside you." The respond, before quickly running off to fetch said tools. They return a minute or so later, an old saw and a few other bladed bits of equipment in their arms. These are ancient tools, but they're clearly well-cared for.
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)
*good, everyone should get at minimum 8 compliments a day and I am happy to provide you with praise*
*ooh, and that fact makes him all the more interesting- Mother Moth was definitely scared at first- despite being a fey lady herself, even. I mean, he had cold iron weapons and definitely seemed unstable*
"I was given an opportunity..." He whispers. Then his eyes light up. "No... I deserve better. I... am... better. I am a PRINCE!" He wraps his filthy clothing around himself ceremoniously. Then he begins to sing again, with his real voice. It's raspy and monstrous, but he hits the notes perfectly.
"Let me introduce to you
The other side of me!
The side that's way ahead of you,
That doesn't need your rivalry!
These hobby artists think they're better, but they lie!
You wouldn't last a minute at this stop, come and try!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Impressive tools. Is the maker still alive? I love a good piece of craftsmanship." He begins marking trees. A stack of deadly saws lies on a table near him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think he's a really compelling character! Like Arch said, I've only known his story for a little bit and I'm already hooked and excited to see where it goes next.*
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)
She takes a few steps back, smiling slightly as she listens to him sing. As the night gets colder, her silver, white, and brown mottled moth wings unfurl, wrapping around herself like a cloak.
He hefts his weapon. "I'm building a bonfire at the Keep. It should keep you and your children warm for the night, at least. Adeline is already helping out. It's going to be a long winter, and I'm going to be killing a a lot of what lumberjacks call 'Widowmakers-' trees that will snap and fall under the chill."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Unfortunately not, though they passed down a lot of their knowledge and skill. These tools were used by the Keep's first Groundskeeper, and the one after them, and the one after them, and so on and so forth." They explain as they produce the ancient saw, readying themselves to cut down one of the marked trees.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm glad I've gotten you two invested in this psycho.*
*I expect a detailed review from each of you so I know what I'm doing right and I can write down stuff that will help me RP him in the future.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her smile widens. “How nice-… I’ll move the silken sanctuary nearby, all of my mobile children and grandchildren can move to the bonfire from there. The rest are sequestered safely in an underground, heated burrow… i am glad to hear that Adeline is helping.”
*so all of you know for future reference and just as a fun lore thing: the Silken Sanctuary, Mother Moth’s lair and estate, is portable and can be transported by Mother Moth and her children in about an hour to anywhere she wishes within several miles, as long as it’s always in a forest*
*of course, my dear! Anything for you and your amazing characters*
"More impressive than I expected. Let's stress test them." He begins cutting a tree down himself. His saw carves through the wood as if it were nothing but air. "Feywood. Let's see how it burns."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think Julius is really interesting, and has great dynamics with many different other characters here. It's always fun to see a character so thoroughly grounded in the story's setting.*
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)