he pauses, looking down. The intense heat of his gaze produces embers, which land on the dry, dead grass and start small fires.
”if you have any ideas, I am open to them. I was hoping that, once in Ghulheim, Queen Amina might be able to deal with the creature- but you are right. We have… a few hours until my bargain with it ends.-… I had made a deal with it, that I’d figure out a way to get it to Ghulheim in two days and it would spare Autumn Country-… but we just need it gone. In any way possible.”
*Thank you for your patience- I have been summoned once again.*
"Agreed- as long as that thing has all of my power in its clutches, none of us are safe. You're right, Queen Amina might have a way of helping bring it down... but perhaps it could be starved. Trapped somewhere with nothing to feed upon, it would grow weaker. It might even begin to devour itself, if it gets desperate enough."
“Perhaps…“ he seems to consider something for a few moments, before shaking his head and looking back to Ghoulianth. ”is there anywhere specifically that we might be able to trap it?”
"That depends... what methods of locomotion have you seen it use? If it's unable to fly, that would make trapping it much easier. Perhaps somewhere with an abundance of water?"
*i don’t think It can fly, right? If it can and Julius has seen it, he’d know. So just correct me if I’m wrong.*
”i don’t believe it can fly… I also believe that it is incapable of crossing rivers- it left one half of Cane on the Water untouched, but the side on one side of the river was reduced to Cinders.” He says, fidgeting with his gloves nervously, though his face doesn’t show such emotions.
*No, you're right- it's never taken to the skies before, so odds are it can't fly.*
"Fascinating... perhaps we can trap it that way? Leave it stranded on a delta or island or something of the sort?..." It roots into the soil, deep in thought.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
he pauses, looking down. The intense heat of his gaze produces embers, which land on the dry, dead grass and start small fires.
”if you have any ideas, I am open to them. I was hoping that, once in Ghulheim, Queen Amina might be able to deal with the creature- but you are right. We have… a few hours until my bargain with it ends.-… I had made a deal with it, that I’d figure out a way to get it to Ghulheim in two days and it would spare Autumn Country-… but we just need it gone. In any way possible.”
*Thank you for your patience- I have been summoned once again.*
"Agreed- as long as that thing has all of my power in its clutches, none of us are safe. You're right, Queen Amina might have a way of helping bring it down... but perhaps it could be starved. Trapped somewhere with nothing to feed upon, it would grow weaker. It might even begin to devour itself, if it gets desperate enough."
“Perhaps…“ he seems to consider something for a few moments, before shaking his head and looking back to Ghoulianth. ”is there anywhere specifically that we might be able to trap it?”
"That depends... what methods of locomotion have you seen it use? If it's unable to fly, that would make trapping it much easier. Perhaps somewhere with an abundance of water?"
*i don’t think It can fly, right? If it can and Julius has seen it, he’d know. So just correct me if I’m wrong.*
”i don’t believe it can fly… I also believe that it is incapable of crossing rivers- it left one half of Cane on the Water untouched, but the side on one side of the river was reduced to Cinders.” He says, fidgeting with his gloves nervously, though his face doesn’t show such emotions.
*No, you're right- it's never taken to the skies before, so odds are it can't fly.*
"Fascinating... perhaps we can trap it that way? Leave it stranded on a delta or island or something of the sort?..." It roots into the soil, deep in thought.
He sits down on an unmarked gravestone jutting out of the ground, tapping his finger on the stone as pumpkin vines slowly wrap around it and use it as support to grow.
”that might work-… we’d need to find a way to bait it to bring it there-… and what if the rivers freeze over in the winter? A permanent island would be best…”
*I am here again! And I won't leave until I S U P*
*hello, Baalz!*
*Hello, Arch! I love my boyfriend. Do you love my boyfriend?*
*I love anyone and anything you love, my dear!*
*An acceptable response. Want to roleplay?*
*I sure do! Would you rather have Julius or Mother Moth?*
*i am also thinking of introing a new character soon*
*Any one of them will do. I was initially thinking Mother Moth, but Julius would also be interesting, and I'm always excited to see your new characters*
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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.
*Well, I had a long and stressful day, and I'm very glad to come back home to you guys.*
*I'm sorry today hasn't been great. Hopefully the rest of today gives you time to de-stress.*
*Would thou liketh to interact with any of mine characters, perchance?*
*Of course!*
*Piecemeal is about to hold his bonfire, so either Helianth might make an appearance...*
*Wonderful! Here, take your pick!*
The crooked ghoul has heard whispers of a bonfire that will be held near the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is making its journey there, fueled by equal parts hunger and curiosity. A magnificent bonfire... surely that will help its power grow just wonderfully.
Adeline and the Groundskeeper are helping with preparations for the bonfire. The Groundskeeper is stacking lumber for the bonfire proper, being able to lift up logs and set them in place with a deceptively large amount of strength. Adeline is preparing blends of various materials to change to color of the flames, but is doing so slowly, seemingly pained by something.
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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 am here again! And I won't leave until I S U P*
*hello, Baalz!*
*Hello, Arch! I love my boyfriend. Do you love my boyfriend?*
*I love anyone and anything you love, my dear!*
*An acceptable response. Want to roleplay?*
*I sure do! Would you rather have Julius or Mother Moth?*
*i am also thinking of introing a new character soon*
*Any one of them will do. I was initially thinking Mother Moth, but Julius would also be interesting, and I'm always excited to see your new characters*
*I’ll do Mother Moth then, since I’m already using Julius. Would you like to Intro, or should I?*
*i was at first thinking of bringing in Andrazzius- my corpse gardening Lotus dragon that I was going to use for Coronet’s dragon campaign, though I have quite a few other ideas as well.*
*i don’t think It can fly, right? If it can and Julius has seen it, he’d know. So just correct me if I’m wrong.*
”i don’t believe it can fly… I also believe that it is incapable of crossing rivers- it left one half of Cane on the Water untouched, but the side on one side of the river was reduced to Cinders.” He says, fidgeting with his gloves nervously, though his face doesn’t show such emotions.
*No, you're right- it's never taken to the skies before, so odds are it can't fly.*
"Fascinating... perhaps we can trap it that way? Leave it stranded on a delta or island or something of the sort?..." It roots into the soil, deep in thought.
He sits down on an unmarked gravestone jutting out of the ground, tapping his finger on the stone as pumpkin vines slowly wrap around it and use it as support to grow.
”that might work-… we’d need to find a way to bait it to bring it there-… and what if the rivers freeze over in the winter? A permanent island would be best…”
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
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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 don’t think It can fly, right? If it can and Julius has seen it, he’d know. So just correct me if I’m wrong.*
”i don’t believe it can fly… I also believe that it is incapable of crossing rivers- it left one half of Cane on the Water untouched, but the side on one side of the river was reduced to Cinders.” He says, fidgeting with his gloves nervously, though his face doesn’t show such emotions.
*No, you're right- it's never taken to the skies before, so odds are it can't fly.*
"Fascinating... perhaps we can trap it that way? Leave it stranded on a delta or island or something of the sort?..." It roots into the soil, deep in thought.
He sits down on an unmarked gravestone jutting out of the ground, tapping his finger on the stone as pumpkin vines slowly wrap around it and use it as support to grow.
”that might work-… we’d need to find a way to bait it to bring it there-… and what if the rivers freeze over in the winter? A permanent island would be best…”
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
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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)
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land! Okay! Okay! Straight killing these mans! Okay! Okay! They sit where I stand When this blade to their face! Ain't stopping the plan! Okay! Okay! I make em decay! Okay! Okay! They running away! Okay! Okay! They thinking it's safe? They getting a taste of the pain! Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
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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.
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
He’s silent for a few more moments, looking down. He sighs, and so do the trees, the grass, the small crackling flames, and the very sky itself. “I can. I tell it that the deal is off, and it will try to kill me.”
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land! Okay! Okay! Straight killing these mans! Okay! Okay! They sit where I stand When this blade to their face! Ain't stopping the plan! Okay! Okay! I make em decay! Okay! Okay! They running away! Okay! Okay! They thinking it's safe? They getting a taste of the pain! Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
A dark form descends from the sky. Goose-like wings flutter and flap about a dark form shadowed within. The head of the strange being is a leering jack-o-lantern and its eyes and maw blaze with glow of bonfire and hearth. The Autumn King hovers not far from the top of the tower, his goose feather cloak billowing around him and keeping him aloft. "You sing strange songs and strange towers, friend."
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land! Okay! Okay! Straight killing these mans! Okay! Okay! They sit where I stand When this blade to their face! Ain't stopping the plan! Okay! Okay! I make em decay! Okay! Okay! They running away! Okay! Okay! They thinking it's safe? They getting a taste of the pain! Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
Adeline watches with the widest smile on her face, her large eyes taking in the dancing aurora of destruction that is wreathed around the bonfire pyre. She sits very close to the burning tower, wrapped in a makeshift cocoon of blankets to ward off winter's bite.
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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)
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land! Okay! Okay! Straight killing these mans! Okay! Okay! They sit where I stand When this blade to their face! Ain't stopping the plan! Okay! Okay! I make em decay! Okay! Okay! They running away! Okay! Okay! They thinking it's safe? They getting a taste of the pain! Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
A dark form descends from the sky. Goose-like wings flutter and flap about a dark form shadowed within. The head of the strange being is a leering jack-o-lantern and its eyes and maw blaze with glow of bonfire and hearth. The Autumn King hovers not far from the top of the tower, his goose feather cloak billowing around him and keeping him aloft. "You sing strange songs and strange towers, friend."
Piecemeal looks up, his frenzied eyes barely focused. "Ah! Augustus! Did you notice how impatient the Winter Court has grown? I thought Autumn should have a proper sendoff, you know?" He cackles. Even the crackling of the multicolored flames sounds melodic through his mask. It takes a moment to recognize this little almost-strugel. This being is a member of the Sugar Plum Court, or more accurately, one of the beings they send out to make their Wild Hunts more challenging. Not a knight, but a gladiator filled with disdain for its own court.
He can't recall this one's name.
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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.
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
He’s silent for a few more moments, looking down. He sighs, and so do the trees, the grass, the small crackling flames, and the very sky itself. “I can. I tell it that the deal is off, and it will try to kill me.”
"...I see. Be careful, then. It has the Frenzied Flame as part of itself- it will try to hunt you to the ends of the realm." It seems genuinely concerned.
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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)
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
Adeline watches with the widest smile on her face, her large eyes taking in the dancing aurora of destruction that is wreathed around the bonfire pyre. She sits very close to the burning tower, wrapped in a makeshift cocoon of blankets to ward off winter's bite.
The little masked monster practically skates down the side of the tower, sending ash and sparks flying. He lands beside her. "You've done wonderfully. Mother Moth and the Groundskeeper helped a lot as well, but I'm the most proud of you. Even for bonfires, this one stands as an impressive piece of art in both scale and beauty, and most of that came from your knowledge and skill."
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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.
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
He’s silent for a few more moments, looking down. He sighs, and so do the trees, the grass, the small crackling flames, and the very sky itself. “I can. I tell it that the deal is off, and it will try to kill me.”
"...I see. Be careful, then. It has the Frenzied Flame as part of itself- it will try to hunt you to the ends of the realm." It seems genuinely concerned.
He nods. He seems terrified of the idea, though he’s trying to hide it. “I… think I can outrun it. and I can fly, anyways… it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine…” he looks back up to Ghoulianth. “So… we have a plan. Now we just need a winter fey…”
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land! Okay! Okay! Straight killing these mans! Okay! Okay! They sit where I stand When this blade to their face! Ain't stopping the plan! Okay! Okay! I make em decay! Okay! Okay! They running away! Okay! Okay! They thinking it's safe? They getting a taste of the pain! Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
A dark form descends from the sky. Goose-like wings flutter and flap about a dark form shadowed within. The head of the strange being is a leering jack-o-lantern and its eyes and maw blaze with glow of bonfire and hearth. The Autumn King hovers not far from the top of the tower, his goose feather cloak billowing around him and keeping him aloft. "You sing strange songs and strange towers, friend."
Piecemeal looks up, his frenzied eyes barely focused. "Ah! Augustus! Did you notice how impatient the Winter Court has grown? I thought Autumn should have a proper sendoff, you know?" He cackles. Even the crackling of the multicolored flames sounds melodic through his mask. It takes a moment to recognize this little almost-strugel. This being is a member of the Sugar Plum Court, or more accurately, one of the beings they send out to make their Wild Hunts more challenging. Not a knight, but a gladiator filled with disdain for its own court.
He can't recall this one's name.
"Who can say when Dying is Dead? The temperature may have dropped by I've yet to see the cemetery." The beating of his cloak's wings seem to fan the flames hire and great sparks shaped like autumn leaves shoot into the sky. "What news do you bring from the Sugar Plum Court?"
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
Adeline watches with the widest smile on her face, her large eyes taking in the dancing aurora of destruction that is wreathed around the bonfire pyre. She sits very close to the burning tower, wrapped in a makeshift cocoon of blankets to ward off winter's bite.
The little masked monster practically skates down the side of the tower, sending ash and sparks flying. He lands beside her. "You've done wonderfully. Mother Moth and the Groundskeeper helped a lot as well, but I'm the most proud of you. Even for bonfires, this one stands as an impressive piece of art in both scale and beauty, and most of that came from your knowledge and skill."
She seems surprised at his words. "Really?... Thank you. I'm honored that I could help make something so beautiful." She responds, absolute glee on her face as she watches the shimmering flames, but there's also a hint of... pain?
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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)
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
The pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
He’s silent for a few more moments, looking down. He sighs, and so do the trees, the grass, the small crackling flames, and the very sky itself. “I can. I tell it that the deal is off, and it will try to kill me.”
"...I see. Be careful, then. It has the Frenzied Flame as part of itself- it will try to hunt you to the ends of the realm." It seems genuinely concerned.
He nods. He seems terrified of the idea, though he’s trying to hide it. “I… think I can outrun it. and I can fly, anyways… it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine…” he looks back up to Ghoulianth. “So… we have a plan. Now we just need a winter fey…”
It's silent for a while, thinking to itself. "...I've heard whispers that the Sugar Plum Court is making their way into the realm. Perhaps their queen can help us- she would certainly be strong enough to create the necessary bridge."
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"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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*No, you're right- it's never taken to the skies before, so odds are it can't fly.*
"Fascinating... perhaps we can trap it that way? Leave it stranded on a delta or island or something of the sort?..." It roots into the soil, deep in thought.
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 trying to develop Julius’ personality and background a bit more… it’s pretty fun to figure out*
He sits down on an unmarked gravestone jutting out of the ground, tapping his finger on the stone as pumpkin vines slowly wrap around it and use it as support to grow.
”that might work-… we’d need to find a way to bait it to bring it there-… and what if the rivers freeze over in the winter? A permanent island would be best…”
*Any one of them will do. I was initially thinking Mother Moth, but Julius would also be interesting, and I'm always excited to see your new characters*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wonderful! Here, take your pick!*
The crooked ghoul has heard whispers of a bonfire that will be held near the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is making its journey there, fueled by equal parts hunger and curiosity. A magnificent bonfire... surely that will help its power grow just wonderfully.
Adeline and the Groundskeeper are helping with preparations for the bonfire. The Groundskeeper is stacking lumber for the bonfire proper, being able to lift up logs and set them in place with a deceptively large amount of strength. Adeline is preparing blends of various materials to change to color of the flames, but is doing so slowly, seemingly pained by something.
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’ll do Mother Moth then, since I’m already using Julius. Would you like to Intro, or should I?*
*i was at first thinking of bringing in Andrazzius- my corpse gardening Lotus dragon that I was going to use for Coronet’s dragon campaign, though I have quite a few other ideas as well.*
"Good idea... though if it cannot cross running water, then how shall we get it to the island in the first place?... wait... I've got it!" It stands up suddenly, having an idea. "If we could find a suitably-powerful user of cryomancy, we could create an ice bridge to the island, lure the beast there, and thaw the bridge behind it!"
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 pumpkin vines wither and die as Julius stands up, his candlelight eyes flickering. “That would work- perhaps a winter fey! I’ve… felt their chill recently, and I know they will likely arrive en masse with the winter.”
"Yes, that would work wonderfully! It shouldn't be too difficult to earn their aid either, given that trapping such a powerful, ravenous creature would be beneficial to us all." It agrees, before it thinks of something else. "What could possibly lure it there, though?"
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)
Smoke billows from a massive structure beside the Keep of Painted Leaves. The bonfire resembles a multicolored tower, and impaled monsters stick out from all sides. At the very top is a very unstable little man, singing and dancing on the tiny stage that slowly catches fire around him. He seems unbothered, his motions displaying incredible athleticism in short bursts before becoming slow and deliberate once more as he mixes in handclaps and constant turns in his choreography.
"I crit when I land!
Okay! Okay!
Straight killing these mans!
Okay! Okay!
They sit where I stand
When this blade to their face!
Ain't stopping the plan!
Okay! Okay!
I make em decay!
Okay! Okay!
They running away!
Okay! Okay!
They thinking it's safe?
They getting a taste of the pain!
Oh, KO! K! Okay! Okay!"
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 for a few more moments, looking down. He sighs, and so do the trees, the grass, the small crackling flames, and the very sky itself. “I can. I tell it that the deal is off, and it will try to kill me.”
A dark form descends from the sky. Goose-like wings flutter and flap about a dark form shadowed within. The head of the strange being is a leering jack-o-lantern and its eyes and maw blaze with glow of bonfire and hearth. The Autumn King hovers not far from the top of the tower, his goose feather cloak billowing around him and keeping him aloft. "You sing strange songs and strange towers, friend."
Adeline watches with the widest smile on her face, her large eyes taking in the dancing aurora of destruction that is wreathed around the bonfire pyre. She sits very close to the burning tower, wrapped in a makeshift cocoon of blankets to ward off winter's bite.
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)
Piecemeal looks up, his frenzied eyes barely focused. "Ah! Augustus! Did you notice how impatient the Winter Court has grown? I thought Autumn should have a proper sendoff, you know?" He cackles. Even the crackling of the multicolored flames sounds melodic through his mask. It takes a moment to recognize this little almost-strugel. This being is a member of the Sugar Plum Court, or more accurately, one of the beings they send out to make their Wild Hunts more challenging. Not a knight, but a gladiator filled with disdain for its own court.
He can't recall this one's name.
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. Be careful, then. It has the Frenzied Flame as part of itself- it will try to hunt you to the ends of the realm." It seems genuinely concerned.
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 little masked monster practically skates down the side of the tower, sending ash and sparks flying. He lands beside her. "You've done wonderfully. Mother Moth and the Groundskeeper helped a lot as well, but I'm the most proud of you. Even for bonfires, this one stands as an impressive piece of art in both scale and beauty, and most of that came from your knowledge and skill."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. He seems terrified of the idea, though he’s trying to hide it. “I… think I can outrun it. and I can fly, anyways… it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine…” he looks back up to Ghoulianth. “So… we have a plan. Now we just need a winter fey…”
"Who can say when Dying is Dead? The temperature may have dropped by I've yet to see the cemetery." The beating of his cloak's wings seem to fan the flames hire and great sparks shaped like autumn leaves shoot into the sky. "What news do you bring from the Sugar Plum Court?"
She seems surprised at his words. "Really?... Thank you. I'm honored that I could help make something so beautiful." She responds, absolute glee on her face as she watches the shimmering flames, but there's also a hint of... pain?
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)
It's silent for a while, thinking to itself. "...I've heard whispers that the Sugar Plum Court is making their way into the realm. Perhaps their queen can help us- she would certainly be strong enough to create the necessary bridge."
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)