”Im dependent on a host to survive. Any race, it has to be a living creature that’s not a plant, in return for allowing me to survive I grant my host extraordinary powers.”
She frowns. “What kind of powers?”
“Tendril creation, regeneration, shape shifting, weapon shifting as in turning your hand to one handed weapons, and superhuman speed and strength.”
“How peculiar… you are not native to Autumn Country, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Where, then?”
“A planet outside this galaxy. A couple million light years away.”
“How curious. How did you end up here?”
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”Im dependent on a host to survive. Any race, it has to be a living creature that’s not a plant, in return for allowing me to survive I grant my host extraordinary powers.”
She frowns. “What kind of powers?”
“Tendril creation, regeneration, shape shifting, weapon shifting as in turning your hand to one handed weapons, and superhuman speed and strength.”
“How peculiar… you are not native to Autumn Country, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Where, then?”
“A planet outside this galaxy. A couple million light years away.”
“How curious. How did you end up here?”
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
“…well, there are thousands of people throughout Autumn Country… I’m sure one of them might… be willing.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”Im dependent on a host to survive. Any race, it has to be a living creature that’s not a plant, in return for allowing me to survive I grant my host extraordinary powers.”
She frowns. “What kind of powers?”
“Tendril creation, regeneration, shape shifting, weapon shifting as in turning your hand to one handed weapons, and superhuman speed and strength.”
“How peculiar… you are not native to Autumn Country, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Where, then?”
“A planet outside this galaxy. A couple million light years away.”
“How curious. How did you end up here?”
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
“…well, there are thousands of people throughout Autumn Country… I’m sure one of them might… be willing.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
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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.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
*want a child of the black goo I made?*
*Go for it!*
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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.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
*want a child of the black goo I made?*
*Go for it!*
*ok!*
A gold formless almost liquid goo with a webby texture crawls past the witch.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”Im dependent on a host to survive. Any race, it has to be a living creature that’s not a plant, in return for allowing me to survive I grant my host extraordinary powers.”
She frowns. “What kind of powers?”
“Tendril creation, regeneration, shape shifting, weapon shifting as in turning your hand to one handed weapons, and superhuman speed and strength.”
“How peculiar… you are not native to Autumn Country, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Where, then?”
“A planet outside this galaxy. A couple million light years away.”
“How curious. How did you end up here?”
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
“…well, there are thousands of people throughout Autumn Country… I’m sure one of them might… be willing.”
“What about you?”
She shakes her head. ”I’d rather not. And I’m not… human, anyways.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
The masked witch sees, in the corner of their eye, a slender figure draped in layers upon layers of silk, watching them from behind a nearby tree. She doesn’t make much effort to hide, and seems to be considering coming closer.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”Im dependent on a host to survive. Any race, it has to be a living creature that’s not a plant, in return for allowing me to survive I grant my host extraordinary powers.”
She frowns. “What kind of powers?”
“Tendril creation, regeneration, shape shifting, weapon shifting as in turning your hand to one handed weapons, and superhuman speed and strength.”
“How peculiar… you are not native to Autumn Country, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Where, then?”
“A planet outside this galaxy. A couple million light years away.”
“How curious. How did you end up here?”
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
“…well, there are thousands of people throughout Autumn Country… I’m sure one of them might… be willing.”
“What about you?”
She shakes her head. ”I’d rather not. And I’m not… human, anyways.”
“I don’t need a human host.” It tries to do it forcefully, without a modifier roll higher than 4.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A gold formless almost liquid goo with a webby texture crawls past the witch.
The frost-rimed, Venetian carnival mask turns to look at the ooze-creature. "C-c-care for s-some c-c-c-cand-dy?" Red, fizzy icicles form on the witch's chin, spilling out from behind the mask as a faint smell of cream soda enters the air.
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A gold formless almost liquid goo with a webby texture crawls past the witch.
The frost-rimed, Venetian carnival mask turns to look at the ooze-creature. "C-c-care for s-some c-c-c-cand-dy?" Red, fizzy icicles form on the witch's chin, spilling out from behind the mask as a faint smell of cream soda enters the air.
It crawls over to touch the witch, when it does it telepathically says “no,”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
The masked witch sees, in the corner of their eye, a slender figure draped in layers upon layers of silk, watching them from behind a nearby tree. She doesn’t make much effort to hide, and seems to be considering coming closer.
The witch slowly rises from their perch, drawing out an almost comically oversized ladle. They dip it into the fruity broth and remove a pudding, a delicious plum pie. They turn to her, shivering violently as they waft the scent toward her with their free hand. Their eyes, the only part visible behind the mask, are inhuman. Gleaming, watery rubies.
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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.
The frost-rimed, Venetian carnival mask turns to look at the ooze-creature. "C-c-care for s-some c-c-c-cand-dy?" Red, fizzy icicles form on the witch's chin, spilling out from behind the mask as a faint smell of cream soda enters the air.
It crawls over to touch the witch, when it does it telepathically says “no,”
They don't recoil, but instead lean back and laugh weakly. "Weak-k. L-li-ike m-me." They make a choking sound and slump forward. More red soda pours out from under the mask. "Y-you... c-co-old?"
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“My race turned on our creator and locked him away, in a survival attempt we ended up on this planet. In case he ever escapes. Do you know anyone who can be my host?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“…well, there are thousands of people throughout Autumn Country… I’m sure one of them might… be willing.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“What about you?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*want a child of the black goo I made?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Go for it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ok!*
A gold formless almost liquid goo with a webby texture crawls past the witch.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She shakes her head. ”I’d rather not. And I’m not… human, anyways.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The masked witch sees, in the corner of their eye, a slender figure draped in layers upon layers of silk, watching them from behind a nearby tree. She doesn’t make much effort to hide, and seems to be considering coming closer.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I don’t need a human host.” It tries to do it forcefully, without a modifier roll higher than 4.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*cut with Circle*
*why without a modifier? This seems like it would be a constitution save or something.*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The frost-rimed, Venetian carnival mask turns to look at the ooze-creature. "C-c-care for s-some c-c-c-cand-dy?" Red, fizzy icicles form on the witch's chin, spilling out from behind the mask as a faint smell of cream soda enters the air.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I wasn’t sure what modifier.*
The black goo vanishes when it hits her.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
It crawls over to touch the witch, when it does it telepathically says “no,”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The witch slowly rises from their perch, drawing out an almost comically oversized ladle. They dip it into the fruity broth and remove a pudding, a delicious plum pie. They turn to her, shivering violently as they waft the scent toward her with their free hand. Their eyes, the only part visible behind the mask, are inhuman. Gleaming, watery rubies.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*well, this seems like it would be a constitution save. It’s sort of odd to just have a saving throw and not specify what type.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I forgot what my character here was…*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
They don't recoil, but instead lean back and laugh weakly. "Weak-k. L-li-ike m-me." They make a choking sound and slump forward. More red soda pours out from under the mask. "Y-you... c-co-old?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ok. But it would be more mental acceptance, so wouldn’t it be wisdom?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Could I make a character from the Winter Court?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!