The leather of the gloves seems to be medicated, secreting painkillers and ointment, which, judging by the state of his own appendages, seems completely necessary. "You are hurt. You shouldn't handle cold iron anymore. You're too fey for it already."
The medicated gloves seem to quickly help with her pain. Now that the pain's subsided, confusion takes its place. "...What do you mean? I only have a bit of fey magic... this shouldn't be hurting me. I'm human... r- right?"
"I believe... that's a question for Mother Moth. But until you have a diagnosis, I'm going to take precautions to keep you safe." He wraps another pelt around her shoulders, adding to her fluffy cocoon.
"Okay- I'll ask her as soon as I can... what precautions?" She asks, holding the layers of insulation tightly around herself as she watches the flames, trying to hold in as much warmth as possible as if her life depended on 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 suddenly feel like writing a whole lot of lore revolving around fey- but I’m not sure what. A long time ago I wrote down the specific process of creating a Vorpal sword, perhaps I could do something similar for the only other weapon that can kill a Bandersnatch- the Winxy Pistol.*
*or I could try to develop a new court… or make a new member of one of the seasonal courts…*
*The other courts could use some fleshing out. I'd also love to see another real member of the Autumn Court. I think there are maybe about three that are active right now if you count the King but there must be more.*
*I’d love to make another member of the Autumn court as well. Perhaps of the Summer or winter courts, too. A servant of the Queen(?) of Winter could be very interesting. I’d love to help you flesh them out.*
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."
“Sugarplum court?…” he frowns, remembering something. “I mean… if we have no other options…”
"...Unless you had a better candidate in mind?" It asks, looking back at him with its many flower heads.
He sighs again. “I don’t.”
It seems content, standing up and getting ready to set off on its own meandering feasting. "It seems we have a plan, then. After this is all over and the curse is trapped, we can get back to our previous squabbles."
He nods. “Thank you for being cooperative. I was prepared to have to try and kill you…”
"Thank you for being cooperative as well- I was prepared to try and flee." It chuckles a bit to itself, the small fires around them dimming briefly.
He chuckles a bit as well, which sounds sort of like crackling flame.
”i… should get going, to contact the sugarplum Queen-… or another suitable cryomancer.”
"Yes, I suppose I should set off soon as well. I wish you the best of luck." And with that, it shambles off into the distance, its roots pilfering the contents of a nearby grave as it walks away.
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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)
"Oh, I doubt you do. The hunters, however, almost assuredly carry at least one altogether. So I'm going to kill them as they arrive and take back my identities and memories. Sounds like an amazing plan to me... if I had the stopping power to take them down. Cold iron is no excuse for poor training, as you no doubt learned from a hundred battles won against my fellow disgruntled mortals."
He chuckles. "Most of your defenses have fallen ill or asleep. Revoke your welcome if you desire, it won't help until spring rolls around, and I hope to be long gone by then. After all, I'm here to make corpses, not a home for myself"
"If spring ever blooms in these fields it'll be because my dead body lies under them. You take my hospitality lightly but every unwelcome minute in my halls and hills is sure to be an agony for the trespasser." He circles around your tower slowly as he speaks, "What do you need to slay these name-bearing hunters? Perhaps I can provide from my plenty..."
"Simply send out whatever hunters you feel are necessary to combat them. I'll take care of whatever else is required: weapons, provisions, healing, anything." He sighs, a note like a sad flute. "I take your hospitality lightly because this is the Court of Death, as opposed to the Court of Sensation. Yes, you both have Plenty, but I have been tortured my entire childhood by the Sugarplum Fairy, and I have experienced things that, I assure you, are somehow worse than anything you have here. But the hunters? They haven't felt that. If you remove your blessing from my court, I would be thrilled, but I would still refuse to leave until the Hunters have been slain."
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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 suddenly feel like writing a whole lot of lore revolving around fey- but I’m not sure what. A long time ago I wrote down the specific process of creating a Vorpal sword, perhaps I could do something similar for the only other weapon that can kill a Bandersnatch- the Winxy Pistol.*
*or I could try to develop a new court… or make a new member of one of the seasonal courts…*
*I would love for you to make a member of the Sugarplum Court, if that interests you*
*oh, oh yes, oh absolutely.*
*their main thing (besides all being despicably evil ballerinas or something) is making modifications to bodies, right? (Be it their own or mortal bodies?)*
*Okay, so imagine the Sugarplum Court as basically the Fey Hedonism and Superiority Complex taken to the extreme. They make everything out of food, and they specialize in both agonizing poison and decadent glamour. They alter their bodies to be whatever they like, usually living works of art or simply physical implements for absorbing more pleasure. Their favorite ability is a spell that places a hole inside someone, preventing them from ever being satiated in a specific area. In their stomach, for example, would mean they could eat infinitely but will always be hungry. Heart? They cannot love or feel loved, but they desire all the affection they can grasp.*
*The Sugarplum Court mostly consists of mortals converted into Fey after being lured in by promises of infinite pleasure, and trueborn Fey are always better. Their Queen is the Green Fairy, who happens to have raised Piecemeal.*
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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 believe... that's a question for Mother Moth. But until you have a diagnosis, I'm going to take precautions to keep you safe." He wraps another pelt around her shoulders, adding to her fluffy cocoon.
"Okay- I'll ask her as soon as I can... what precautions?" She asks, holding the layers of insulation tightly around herself as she watches the flames, trying to hold in as much warmth as possible as if her life depended on it.
"I'll need to reduce the amount of iron I carry around you. You seem to have an allergy, but fortunately not a deadly one. I'll need to train in fey weaponry to help protect you better. And we'll need to get you a portable heat source of some kind, but that's not on-topic." He gives her a hug, not touching her skin. "I agreed to be responsible around you, and I'm going to do that the best I can."
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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.
"Oh, I doubt you do. The hunters, however, almost assuredly carry at least one altogether. So I'm going to kill them as they arrive and take back my identities and memories. Sounds like an amazing plan to me... if I had the stopping power to take them down. Cold iron is no excuse for poor training, as you no doubt learned from a hundred battles won against my fellow disgruntled mortals."
He chuckles. "Most of your defenses have fallen ill or asleep. Revoke your welcome if you desire, it won't help until spring rolls around, and I hope to be long gone by then. After all, I'm here to make corpses, not a home for myself"
"If spring ever blooms in these fields it'll be because my dead body lies under them. You take my hospitality lightly but every unwelcome minute in my halls and hills is sure to be an agony for the trespasser." He circles around your tower slowly as he speaks, "What do you need to slay these name-bearing hunters? Perhaps I can provide from my plenty..."
"Simply send out whatever hunters you feel are necessary to combat them. I'll take care of whatever else is required: weapons, provisions, healing, anything." He sighs, a note like a sad flute. "I take your hospitality lightly because this is the Court of Death, as opposed to the Court of Sensation. Yes, you both have Plenty, but I have been tortured my entire childhood by the Sugarplum Fairy, and I have experienced things that, I assure you, are somehow worse than anything you have here. But the hunters? They haven't felt that. If you remove your blessing from my court, I would be thrilled, but I would still refuse to leave until the Hunters have been slain."
His jagged grin looks more genuine, "I needn't remove my welcome from the whole court. Only the ones that anger me. Many of my best soldiers are occupied at the moment but there are a few I can send your way. The October Hare can always find the time, it's remarkable really, and the Woodsprite owes me a favor. There are a few knights I can call on as well and if need be I can summon the Inquisitor of the Dead from the dungeons."
"I believe... that's a question for Mother Moth. But until you have a diagnosis, I'm going to take precautions to keep you safe." He wraps another pelt around her shoulders, adding to her fluffy cocoon.
"Okay- I'll ask her as soon as I can... what precautions?" She asks, holding the layers of insulation tightly around herself as she watches the flames, trying to hold in as much warmth as possible as if her life depended on it.
"I'll need to reduce the amount of iron I carry around you. You seem to have an allergy, but fortunately not a deadly one. I'll need to train in fey weaponry to help protect you better. And we'll need to get you a portable heat source of some kind, but that's not on-topic." He gives her a hug, not touching her skin. "I agreed to be responsible around you, and I'm going to do that the best I can."
"Why... er, thank you." She seems confused by this, not entirely sure why he'd be suddenly going to such lengths to protect her, but doesn't object. She remains in his arms, watching the rainbow of flames eat their way through the wooden tower that she sits almost concerningly close to.
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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 suddenly feel like writing a whole lot of lore revolving around fey- but I’m not sure what. A long time ago I wrote down the specific process of creating a Vorpal sword, perhaps I could do something similar for the only other weapon that can kill a Bandersnatch- the Winxy Pistol.*
*or I could try to develop a new court… or make a new member of one of the seasonal courts…*
*I would love for you to make a member of the Sugarplum Court, if that interests you*
*oh, oh yes, oh absolutely.*
*their main thing (besides all being despicably evil ballerinas or something) is making modifications to bodies, right? (Be it their own or mortal bodies?)*
*Okay, so imagine the Sugarplum Court as basically the Fey Hedonism and Superiority Complex taken to the extreme. They make everything out of food, and they specialize in both agonizing poison and decadent glamour. They alter their bodies to be whatever they like, usually living works of art or simply physical implements for absorbing more pleasure. Their favorite ability is a spell that places a hole inside someone, preventing them from ever being satiated in a specific area. In their stomach, for example, would mean they could eat infinitely but will always be hungry. Heart? They cannot love or feel loved, but they desire all the affection they can grasp.*
*The Sugarplum Court mostly consists of mortals converted into Fey after being lured in by promises of infinite pleasure, and trueborn Fey are always better. Their Queen is the Green Fairy, who happens to have raised Piecemeal.*
*oh oh oh I love it*
*they’re so despicable it’s wonderful. I, however, don’t want to make a character that is simply that irredeemably evil, so I think I’ll make them something along the lines of a younger minor fey lord who might not have been exposed to all of the heinous (1GP) this court has probably done, or who just doesn’t understand or register that this court makes people hurt. He’d be the fairy of bliss, pure, unfiltered, untouchable happiness. Or something along those lines, I’m not exactly sure. Might make them a bit more sinister.*
*I suddenly feel like writing a whole lot of lore revolving around fey- but I’m not sure what. A long time ago I wrote down the specific process of creating a Vorpal sword, perhaps I could do something similar for the only other weapon that can kill a Bandersnatch- the Winxy Pistol.*
*or I could try to develop a new court… or make a new member of one of the seasonal courts…*
*The other courts could use some fleshing out. I'd also love to see another real member of the Autumn Court. I think there are maybe about three that are active right now if you count the King but there must be more.*
*I’d love to make another member of the Autumn court as well. Perhaps of the Summer or winter courts, too. A servant of the Queen(?) of Winter could be very interesting. I’d love to help you flesh them out.*
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
"Simply send out whatever hunters you feel are necessary to combat them. I'll take care of whatever else is required: weapons, provisions, healing, anything." He sighs, a note like a sad flute. "I take your hospitality lightly because this is the Court of Death, as opposed to the Court of Sensation. Yes, you both have Plenty, but I have been tortured my entire childhood by the Sugarplum Fairy, and I have experienced things that, I assure you, are somehow worse than anything you have here. But the hunters? They haven't felt that. If you remove your blessing from my court, I would be thrilled, but I would still refuse to leave until the Hunters have been slain."
His jagged grin looks more genuine, "I needn't remove my welcome from the whole court. Only the ones that anger me. Many of my best soldiers are occupied at the moment but there are a few I can send your way. The October Hare can always find the time, it's remarkable really, and the Woodsprite owes me a favor. There are a few knights I can call on as well and if need be I can summon the Inquisitor of the Dead from the dungeons."
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The masked critter cheers. "We should continue this on the ground, but I will gladly take these fine warriors of yours and keep them both functional and comfortable through whatever hells the Hunters have planned."
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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 suddenly feel like writing a whole lot of lore revolving around fey- but I’m not sure what. A long time ago I wrote down the specific process of creating a Vorpal sword, perhaps I could do something similar for the only other weapon that can kill a Bandersnatch- the Winxy Pistol.*
*or I could try to develop a new court… or make a new member of one of the seasonal courts…*
*The other courts could use some fleshing out. I'd also love to see another real member of the Autumn Court. I think there are maybe about three that are active right now if you count the King but there must be more.*
*I’d love to make another member of the Autumn court as well. Perhaps of the Summer or winter courts, too. A servant of the Queen(?) of Winter could be very interesting. I’d love to help you flesh them out.*
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
"I'll need to reduce the amount of iron I carry around you. You seem to have an allergy, but fortunately not a deadly one. I'll need to train in fey weaponry to help protect you better. And we'll need to get you a portable heat source of some kind, but that's not on-topic." He gives her a hug, not touching her skin. "I agreed to be responsible around you, and I'm going to do that the best I can."
"Why... er, thank you." She seems confused by this, not entirely sure why he'd be suddenly going to such lengths to protect her, but doesn't object. She remains in his arms, watching the rainbow of flames eat their way through the wooden tower that she sits almost concerningly close to.
She hears him muttering something. "Poor baby... Born at the wrong time, in the wrong place... A whole world of possibilities, and yet... I'm sorry you'll have to see this..."
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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.
"Simply send out whatever hunters you feel are necessary to combat them. I'll take care of whatever else is required: weapons, provisions, healing, anything." He sighs, a note like a sad flute. "I take your hospitality lightly because this is the Court of Death, as opposed to the Court of Sensation. Yes, you both have Plenty, but I have been tortured my entire childhood by the Sugarplum Fairy, and I have experienced things that, I assure you, are somehow worse than anything you have here. But the hunters? They haven't felt that. If you remove your blessing from my court, I would be thrilled, but I would still refuse to leave until the Hunters have been slain."
His jagged grin looks more genuine, "I needn't remove my welcome from the whole court. Only the ones that anger me. Many of my best soldiers are occupied at the moment but there are a few I can send your way. The October Hare can always find the time, it's remarkable really, and the Woodsprite owes me a favor. There are a few knights I can call on as well and if need be I can summon the Inquisitor of the Dead from the dungeons."
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The masked critter cheers. "We should continue this on the ground, but I will gladly take these fine warriors of yours and keep them both functional and comfortable through whatever hells the Hunters have planned."
"You're welcome. I'm glad to hear you'll treat them well." The King of Fall then falls down to the earth. Spiraling around your flaming tower before landing lightly on the earth.
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*I was thinking possibly Boxing Day, which is the day after Christmas and is dedicated to giving gifts to those who can’t afford them, as well as being a day for the servants to celebrate after the busy of Christmas Day is over*
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*I was thinking possibly Boxing Day, which is the day after Christmas and is dedicated to giving gifts to those who can’t afford them, as well as being a day for the servants to celebrate after the busy of Christmas Day is over*
*Boxing Day is great! It's also St. Stephan's Day and Wren's Day and the folklore is all connected. Have you heard of the hunting of the wren? I did a ton of research into it for the comic I'm writing because the second issue is all about Wren's Day.*
"I'll need to reduce the amount of iron I carry around you. You seem to have an allergy, but fortunately not a deadly one. I'll need to train in fey weaponry to help protect you better. And we'll need to get you a portable heat source of some kind, but that's not on-topic." He gives her a hug, not touching her skin. "I agreed to be responsible around you, and I'm going to do that the best I can."
"Why... er, thank you." She seems confused by this, not entirely sure why he'd be suddenly going to such lengths to protect her, but doesn't object. She remains in his arms, watching the rainbow of flames eat their way through the wooden tower that she sits almost concerningly close to.
She hears him muttering something. "Poor baby... Born at the wrong time, in the wrong place... A whole world of possibilities, and yet... I'm sorry you'll have to see this..."
*Thank you for your patience.*
She turns her large eyes away from the bonfire and back at him. "...Have to see what?"
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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)
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*I was thinking possibly Boxing Day, which is the day after Christmas and is dedicated to giving gifts to those who can’t afford them, as well as being a day for the servants to celebrate after the busy of Christmas Day is over*
*Boxing Day is great! It's also St. Stephan's Day and Wren's Day and the folklore is all connected. Have you heard of the hunting of the wren? I did a ton of research into it for the comic I'm writing because the second issue is all about Wren's Day.*
*I have not, actually! I’ll look into it while making the character. I knew it was also St. Stephan’s day but I’m hadn’t looked into what that was about.*
"Okay- I'll ask her as soon as I can... what precautions?" She asks, holding the layers of insulation tightly around herself as she watches the flames, trying to hold in as much warmth as possible as if her life depended on 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)
*I’d love to make another member of the Autumn court as well. Perhaps of the Summer or winter courts, too. A servant of the Queen(?) of Winter could be very interesting. I’d love to help you flesh them out.*
"Yes, I suppose I should set off soon as well. I wish you the best of luck." And with that, it shambles off into the distance, its roots pilfering the contents of a nearby grave as it walks away.
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)
"Simply send out whatever hunters you feel are necessary to combat them. I'll take care of whatever else is required: weapons, provisions, healing, anything." He sighs, a note like a sad flute. "I take your hospitality lightly because this is the Court of Death, as opposed to the Court of Sensation. Yes, you both have Plenty, but I have been tortured my entire childhood by the Sugarplum Fairy, and I have experienced things that, I assure you, are somehow worse than anything you have here. But the hunters? They haven't felt that. If you remove your blessing from my court, I would be thrilled, but I would still refuse to leave until the Hunters have been slain."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, so imagine the Sugarplum Court as basically the Fey Hedonism and Superiority Complex taken to the extreme. They make everything out of food, and they specialize in both agonizing poison and decadent glamour. They alter their bodies to be whatever they like, usually living works of art or simply physical implements for absorbing more pleasure. Their favorite ability is a spell that places a hole inside someone, preventing them from ever being satiated in a specific area. In their stomach, for example, would mean they could eat infinitely but will always be hungry. Heart? They cannot love or feel loved, but they desire all the affection they can grasp.*
*The Sugarplum Court mostly consists of mortals converted into Fey after being lured in by promises of infinite pleasure, and trueborn Fey are always better. Their Queen is the Green Fairy, who happens to have raised Piecemeal.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'll need to reduce the amount of iron I carry around you. You seem to have an allergy, but fortunately not a deadly one. I'll need to train in fey weaponry to help protect you better. And we'll need to get you a portable heat source of some kind, but that's not on-topic." He gives her a hug, not touching her skin. "I agreed to be responsible around you, and I'm going to do that the best I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His jagged grin looks more genuine, "I needn't remove my welcome from the whole court. Only the ones that anger me. Many of my best soldiers are occupied at the moment but there are a few I can send your way. The October Hare can always find the time, it's remarkable really, and the Woodsprite owes me a favor. There are a few knights I can call on as well and if need be I can summon the Inquisitor of the Dead from the dungeons."
"Why... er, thank you." She seems confused by this, not entirely sure why he'd be suddenly going to such lengths to protect her, but doesn't object. She remains in his arms, watching the rainbow of flames eat their way through the wooden tower that she sits almost concerningly close to.
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)
*oh oh oh I love it*
*they’re so despicable it’s wonderful. I, however, don’t want to make a character that is simply that irredeemably evil, so I think I’ll make them something along the lines of a younger minor fey lord who might not have been exposed to all of the heinous (1GP) this court has probably done, or who just doesn’t understand or register that this court makes people hurt. He’d be the fairy of bliss, pure, unfiltered, untouchable happiness. Or something along those lines, I’m not exactly sure. Might make them a bit more sinister.*
*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The masked critter cheers. "We should continue this on the ground, but I will gladly take these fine warriors of yours and keep them both functional and comfortable through whatever hells the Hunters have planned."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
She hears him muttering something. "Poor baby... Born at the wrong time, in the wrong place... A whole world of possibilities, and yet... I'm sorry you'll have to see this..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're welcome. I'm glad to hear you'll treat them well." The King of Fall then falls down to the earth. Spiraling around your flaming tower before landing lightly on the earth.
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*I was thinking possibly Boxing Day, which is the day after Christmas and is dedicated to giving gifts to those who can’t afford them, as well as being a day for the servants to celebrate after the busy of Christmas Day is over*
*Boxing Day is great! It's also St. Stephan's Day and Wren's Day and the folklore is all connected. Have you heard of the hunting of the wren? I did a ton of research into it for the comic I'm writing because the second issue is all about Wren's Day.*
*Thank you for your patience.*
She turns her large eyes away from the bonfire and back at him. "...Have to see what?"
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 have not, actually! I’ll look into it while making the character. I knew it was also St. Stephan’s day but I’m hadn’t looked into what that was about.*
*I think I might need to scheme and plot for a bit*
*The first of seven may arrive soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.