*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*
*No idea how I missed this*
*I don't really know enough about Julius to make a definitive decision. He seems like a dutiful teen from my perspective. Like, what a teenager was supposed to be before punk culture existed. He's desperate for approval, and he certainly deserves it given his intellect and creativity.*
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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*
*No idea how I missed this*
*I don't really know enough about Julius to make a definitive decision. He seems like a dutiful teen from my perspective. Like, what a teenager was supposed to be before punk culture existed. He's desperate for approval, and he certainly deserves it given his intellect and creativity.*
*thank you for the feedback! Unfortunately, missing about 120 pages of this thread because of a darn account glitch really limited how much I got to explore his character, but I’m happy that I get to now.*
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.”
"Bring anyone you find along the way. We're going big with this. Oh, and we'll need some food, so gather any scraps you can manage, please." He bows. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mother Moth."
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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.
"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."
"Impressive. I haven't seen a saw of that design before. Did you make it yourself?" They ask, before using their own saw to cut down another. It's a handsaw, so it takes a bit longer, but the blade cuts through the tree like a hot knife through butter.
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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 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.”
"Bring anyone you find along the way. We're going big with this. Oh, and we'll need some food, so gather any scraps you can manage, please." He bows. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mother Moth."
“Of course,” she replies. She bows slightly as well. “It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. Remember: I may not know you very well, but I care about you… I’m here if you need me.”
"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."
"Impressive. I haven't seen a saw of that design before. Did you make it yourself?" They ask, before using their own saw to cut down another. It's a handsaw, so it takes a bit longer, but the blade cuts through the tree like a hot knife through butter.
"Scrounged the parts. It's very difficult to forge cold iron, but I discovered I could just serrate a disc with cold iron teeth and I would have a weapon that would make The Sugarplum Fairy cry." He uses one tree to knock over another.
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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.
"Bring anyone you find along the way. We're going big with this. Oh, and we'll need some food, so gather any scraps you can manage, please." He bows. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mother Moth."
“Of course,” she replies. She bows slightly as well. “It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. Remember: I may not know you very well, but I care about you… I’m here if you need me.”
He salutes and dashes off.
*I kind of want him to meet Julius here, if you're up to that right now*
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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.
"Bring anyone you find along the way. We're going big with this. Oh, and we'll need some food, so gather any scraps you can manage, please." He bows. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mother Moth."
“Of course,” she replies. She bows slightly as well. “It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. Remember: I may not know you very well, but I care about you… I’m here if you need me.”
He salutes and dashes off.
*I kind of want him to meet Julius here, if you're up to that right now*
*alright, sure! I love playing Julius, and I love interacting with Piecemeal.*
as he dashes off, he encounters Julius after about fifteen minutes, floating two or three feet of the ground, having a heated discussion with an animated Jack O’ Lantern.
"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."
"Impressive. I haven't seen a saw of that design before. Did you make it yourself?" They ask, before using their own saw to cut down another. It's a handsaw, so it takes a bit longer, but the blade cuts through the tree like a hot knife through butter.
"Scrounged the parts. It's very difficult to forge cold iron, but I discovered I could just serrate a disc with cold iron teeth and I would have a weapon that would make The Sugarplum Fairy cry." He uses one tree to knock over another.
"Very clever. I was wondering why you chose cold iron specifically, but I guess that answers my question." Another tree felled. The Groundskeeper stops for a moment to tend to their saw, keeping it in as good of condition as possible while they work.
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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 kind of want him to meet Julius here, if you're up to that right now*
*alright, sure! I love playing Julius, and I love interacting with Piecemeal.*
as he dashes off, he encounters Julius after about fifteen minutes, floating two or three feet of the ground, having a heated discussion with an animated Jack O’ Lantern.
Julius smells cold iron and hears labored breathing. Piecemeal falls on his face, cutting his arm off with the Meat Grinder as he does so. He doesn't seem to feel any pain, just exhaustion.
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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.
"Scrounged the parts. It's very difficult to forge cold iron, but I discovered I could just serrate a disc with cold iron teeth and I would have a weapon that would make The Sugarplum Fairy cry." He uses one tree to knock over another.
"Very clever. I was wondering why you chose cold iron specifically, but I guess that answers my question." Another tree felled. The Groundskeeper stops for a moment to tend to their saw, keeping it in as good of condition as possible while they work.
"Yeah. I heard the word 'Matricide' once and it changed my entire worldview." He replaces his blade as the cutting action slows down. He has several sawblades in his clothes, all wrapped in leather. That doesn't seem safe.
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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 kind of want him to meet Julius here, if you're up to that right now*
*alright, sure! I love playing Julius, and I love interacting with Piecemeal.*
as he dashes off, he encounters Julius after about fifteen minutes, floating two or three feet of the ground, having a heated discussion with an animated Jack O’ Lantern.
Julius smells cold iron and hears labored breathing. Piecemeal falls on his face, cutting his arm off with the Meat Grinder as he does so. He doesn't seem to feel any pain, just exhaustion.
Julius whips around at the slightest scent of cold iron and the Jack O’ Lantern bounces off in fright. He sees Piecemeal, missing an arm, and he stifles a shriek. He rushes towards Piecemeal, carried by the wind, but stops just a few feet away, sensing cold iron. “In my Father’s name-“ roots and vines burst out of the ground around Julius and Piecemeal, acting as arms for Julius as he assesses the damage done to Piecemeal-although he doesn’t seem to be in pain. In addition, the vines also carefully move any cold iron weapons further away from Julius. He seems panicked.
"Scrounged the parts. It's very difficult to forge cold iron, but I discovered I could just serrate a disc with cold iron teeth and I would have a weapon that would make The Sugarplum Fairy cry." He uses one tree to knock over another.
"Very clever. I was wondering why you chose cold iron specifically, but I guess that answers my question." Another tree felled. The Groundskeeper stops for a moment to tend to their saw, keeping it in as good of condition as possible while they work.
"Yeah. I heard the word 'Matricide' once and it changed my entire worldview." He replaces his blade as the cutting action slows down. He has several sawblades in his clothes, all wrapped in leather. That doesn't seem safe.
They seem to look quizzically at the probably-unsafe saw blade storage for a moment, but they don't question it, preparing to fell another tree as they proceed around the Keep's perimeter. "I'm guessing you have a personal vendetta of sorts against them?" The tree crashes to the ground a second or so later.
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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)
Julius smells cold iron and hears labored breathing. Piecemeal falls on his face, cutting his arm off with the Meat Grinder as he does so. He doesn't seem to feel any pain, just exhaustion.
Julius whips around at the slightest scent of cold iron and the Jack O’ Lantern bounces off in fright. He sees Piecemeal, missing an arm, and he stifles a shriek. He rushes towards Piecemeal, carried by the wind, but stops just a few feet away, sensing cold iron. “In my Father’s name-“ roots and vines burst out of the ground around Julius and Piecemeal, acting as arms for Julius as he assesses the damage done to Piecemeal-although he doesn’t seem to be in pain. In addition, the vines also carefully move any cold iron weapons further away from Julius. He seems panicked.
The "Strugel" laughs between gasps for air. He has cold iron hidden under his furs, in various shapes such as bolts, studs, and extra sawblades. He pulls out a golden needle and a spool of black thread from his pocket. "It's not a big deal, man." He's losing a lot of blood.
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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.
"Yeah. I heard the word 'Matricide' once and it changed my entire worldview." He replaces his blade as the cutting action slows down. He has several sawblades in his clothes, all wrapped in leather. That doesn't seem safe.
They seem to look quizzically at the probably-unsafe saw blade storage for a moment, but they don't question it, preparing to fell another tree as they proceed around the Keep's perimeter. "I'm guessing you have a personal vendetta of sorts against them?" The tree crashes to the ground a second or so later.
He laughs. "Yeah, you can say that. I wanna get my names back, and I need a significant threat to make her consider revealing their bearers to me." He frisbees a fresh sawblade through the air and slices down a smaller tree.
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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.
Julius smells cold iron and hears labored breathing. Piecemeal falls on his face, cutting his arm off with the Meat Grinder as he does so. He doesn't seem to feel any pain, just exhaustion.
Julius whips around at the slightest scent of cold iron and the Jack O’ Lantern bounces off in fright. He sees Piecemeal, missing an arm, and he stifles a shriek. He rushes towards Piecemeal, carried by the wind, but stops just a few feet away, sensing cold iron. “In my Father’s name-“ roots and vines burst out of the ground around Julius and Piecemeal, acting as arms for Julius as he assesses the damage done to Piecemeal-although he doesn’t seem to be in pain. In addition, the vines also carefully move any cold iron weapons further away from Julius. He seems panicked.
The "Strugel" laughs between gasps for air. He has cold iron hidden under his furs, in various shapes such as bolts, studs, and extra sawblades. He pulls out a golden needle and a spool of black thread from his pocket. "It's not a big deal, man." He's losing a lot of blood.
He pauses, landing on the ground and taking a step back. “You’re losing a lot of blood- I do not understand mortal biology all that well, but I do believe that is very dangerous…” he mumbles between sylvan incantations of protection and healing.
The "Strugel" laughs between gasps for air. He has cold iron hidden under his furs, in various shapes such as bolts, studs, and extra sawblades. He pulls out a golden needle and a spool of black thread from his pocket. "It's not a big deal, man." He's losing a lot of blood.
He pauses, landing on the ground and taking a step back. “You’re losing a lot of blood- I do not understand mortal biology all that well, but I do believe that is very dangerous…” he mumbles between sylvan incantations of protection and healing.
"I said..." He reaches into his chest... and rips his own heart out. "It's not a big deal, man. I just need stitches." He drops the heart back into the hole.
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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.
"Yeah. I heard the word 'Matricide' once and it changed my entire worldview." He replaces his blade as the cutting action slows down. He has several sawblades in his clothes, all wrapped in leather. That doesn't seem safe.
They seem to look quizzically at the probably-unsafe saw blade storage for a moment, but they don't question it, preparing to fell another tree as they proceed around the Keep's perimeter. "I'm guessing you have a personal vendetta of sorts against them?" The tree crashes to the ground a second or so later.
He laughs. "Yeah, you can say that. I wanna get my names back, and I need a significant threat to make her consider revealing their bearers to me." He frisbees a fresh sawblade through the air and slices down a smaller tree.
"I see... names are a funny thing indeed. I wish you the best of luck in getting them all back." They tend to their saw again for a few seconds, before felling another tree in record time.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*in my many years of unending obsession with all things Fey, I’ve tried many different configurations of how the Fey Courts work. My first idea was that the unseelie and seelie courts were the two main ones, and they were each divided into two- the Spring and Summer for the Seelie, and the Autumn and the Winter for the Unseelie. My second idea was that there were eight seasonal courts, two for each season, one seelie and one unseelie. My third idea moved away from seasons and mostly focused on the unseelie, where courts were instead usually smaller, but there were many more of them and they were both more grounded in more specific concepts and acted more like actual noble courts- this is the one I’ve liked the best out of my creations, as it’s the model i used for my attempted feywild adventure- Oak, Road, and Stone. It’s fun to try these all out and figure out how exactly they should work, since there are so many different interpretations. I’m constantly experimenting and trying new things.*
*the courts of the Autumn Country are some of the most fun courts for me- or, well, the Autumn Court, for the most part. I say this a lot but I really, really love this thread.*
The "Strugel" laughs between gasps for air. He has cold iron hidden under his furs, in various shapes such as bolts, studs, and extra sawblades. He pulls out a golden needle and a spool of black thread from his pocket. "It's not a big deal, man." He's losing a lot of blood.
He pauses, landing on the ground and taking a step back. “You’re losing a lot of blood- I do not understand mortal biology all that well, but I do believe that is very dangerous…” he mumbles between sylvan incantations of protection and healing.
"I said..." He reaches into his chest... and rips his own heart out. "It's not a big deal, man. I just need stitches." He drops the heart back into the hole.
He pauses, just… staring at Piecemeal, very confused. His candlelight eyes burn more gently, and stop flickering with fear and determination so much.
”…if-... you say so. I’m sorry- I had thought you were seriously injured and when someone is injured-“ he trails off.
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*No idea how I missed this*
*I don't really know enough about Julius to make a definitive decision. He seems like a dutiful teen from my perspective. Like, what a teenager was supposed to be before punk culture existed. He's desperate for approval, and he certainly deserves it given his intellect and creativity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*thank you for the feedback! Unfortunately, missing about 120 pages of this thread because of a darn account glitch really limited how much I got to explore his character, but I’m happy that I get to now.*
"Bring anyone you find along the way. We're going big with this. Oh, and we'll need some food, so gather any scraps you can manage, please." He bows. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mother Moth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Impressive. I haven't seen a saw of that design before. Did you make it yourself?" They ask, before using their own saw to cut down another. It's a handsaw, so it takes a bit longer, but the blade cuts through the tree like a hot knife through butter.
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)
“Of course,” she replies. She bows slightly as well. “It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. Remember: I may not know you very well, but I care about you… I’m here if you need me.”
"Scrounged the parts. It's very difficult to forge cold iron, but I discovered I could just serrate a disc with cold iron teeth and I would have a weapon that would make The Sugarplum Fairy cry." He uses one tree to knock over another.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He salutes and dashes off.
*I kind of want him to meet Julius here, if you're up to that right now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*alright, sure! I love playing Julius, and I love interacting with Piecemeal.*
as he dashes off, he encounters Julius after about fifteen minutes, floating two or three feet of the ground, having a heated discussion with an animated Jack O’ Lantern.
"Very clever. I was wondering why you chose cold iron specifically, but I guess that answers my question." Another tree felled. The Groundskeeper stops for a moment to tend to their saw, keeping it in as good of condition as possible while they work.
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)
Julius smells cold iron and hears labored breathing. Piecemeal falls on his face, cutting his arm off with the Meat Grinder as he does so. He doesn't seem to feel any pain, just exhaustion.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah. I heard the word 'Matricide' once and it changed my entire worldview." He replaces his blade as the cutting action slows down. He has several sawblades in his clothes, all wrapped in leather. That doesn't seem safe.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Julius whips around at the slightest scent of cold iron and the Jack O’ Lantern bounces off in fright. He sees Piecemeal, missing an arm, and he stifles a shriek. He rushes towards Piecemeal, carried by the wind, but stops just a few feet away, sensing cold iron. “In my Father’s name-“ roots and vines burst out of the ground around Julius and Piecemeal, acting as arms for Julius as he assesses the damage done to Piecemeal-although he doesn’t seem to be in pain. In addition, the vines also carefully move any cold iron weapons further away from Julius. He seems panicked.
They seem to look quizzically at the probably-unsafe saw blade storage for a moment, but they don't question it, preparing to fell another tree as they proceed around the Keep's perimeter. "I'm guessing you have a personal vendetta of sorts against them?" The tree crashes to the ground a second or so later.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The "Strugel" laughs between gasps for air. He has cold iron hidden under his furs, in various shapes such as bolts, studs, and extra sawblades. He pulls out a golden needle and a spool of black thread from his pocket. "It's not a big deal, man." He's losing a lot of blood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs. "Yeah, you can say that. I wanna get my names back, and I need a significant threat to make her consider revealing their bearers to me." He frisbees a fresh sawblade through the air and slices down a smaller tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He pauses, landing on the ground and taking a step back. “You’re losing a lot of blood- I do not understand mortal biology all that well, but I do believe that is very dangerous…” he mumbles between sylvan incantations of protection and healing.
"I said..." He reaches into his chest... and rips his own heart out. "It's not a big deal, man. I just need stitches." He drops the heart back into the hole.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see... names are a funny thing indeed. I wish you the best of luck in getting them all back." They tend to their saw again for a few seconds, before felling another tree in record time.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*in my many years of unending obsession with all things Fey, I’ve tried many different configurations of how the Fey Courts work. My first idea was that the unseelie and seelie courts were the two main ones, and they were each divided into two- the Spring and Summer for the Seelie, and the Autumn and the Winter for the Unseelie. My second idea was that there were eight seasonal courts, two for each season, one seelie and one unseelie. My third idea moved away from seasons and mostly focused on the unseelie, where courts were instead usually smaller, but there were many more of them and they were both more grounded in more specific concepts and acted more like actual noble courts- this is the one I’ve liked the best out of my creations, as it’s the model i used for my attempted feywild adventure- Oak, Road, and Stone. It’s fun to try these all out and figure out how exactly they should work, since there are so many different interpretations. I’m constantly experimenting and trying new things.*
*the courts of the Autumn Country are some of the most fun courts for me- or, well, the Autumn Court, for the most part. I say this a lot but I really, really love this thread.*
He pauses, just… staring at Piecemeal, very confused. His candlelight eyes burn more gently, and stop flickering with fear and determination so much.
”…if-... you say so. I’m sorry- I had thought you were seriously injured and when someone is injured-“ he trails off.