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.
They take a long, shallow, gurgling breath. Their eyes begin to glow, flickering with sanguine light and flitting about wildly. "Heheheh... I used to be... an entertainer..." They seem to be warming up. "Before that, a scholar..." They stand to their full height, towering above Mother Moth on gangly, unsteady limbs. "And now I am a witch. And as a witch, I understand that you are more than some... insect hybrid." More soda pours from their mouth as their mask cracks into a smile. "I don't believe you are as helpless as you say." They begin to cackle, a nasty REEHEEHEEHEE sound, taking a long stride closer. Then, they fold back up, turning away as the light fades and the mask seems to heal. "But... you don't want to share with me..."
She backs away slightly, her wings wrapping back around her. “I-… might be able to help you. But my power isn’t what it once was-… and I don’t know the nature of your curse-…” she takes a step forward, just a bit closer. “But I would love to try to help-… I’d want nothing more than for you to heal…”
They sink down, curling up tight. "Then why are you h-hiding from me? Why won't you... won't..."
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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.
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
"No." They whisper near-silently. Ice begins to form across their body. "Le..." They move slightly closer to the fire, the rest of the word too quiet to hear.
“Now’s my chance.” Roll higher than 8.
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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.
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
"No." They whisper near-silently. Ice begins to form across their body. "Le..." They move slightly closer to the fire, the rest of the word too quiet to hear.
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.
They take a long, shallow, gurgling breath. Their eyes begin to glow, flickering with sanguine light and flitting about wildly. "Heheheh... I used to be... an entertainer..." They seem to be warming up. "Before that, a scholar..." They stand to their full height, towering above Mother Moth on gangly, unsteady limbs. "And now I am a witch. And as a witch, I understand that you are more than some... insect hybrid." More soda pours from their mouth as their mask cracks into a smile. "I don't believe you are as helpless as you say." They begin to cackle, a nasty REEHEEHEEHEE sound, taking a long stride closer. Then, they fold back up, turning away as the light fades and the mask seems to heal. "But... you don't want to share with me..."
She backs away slightly, her wings wrapping back around her. “I-… might be able to help you. But my power isn’t what it once was-… and I don’t know the nature of your curse-…” she takes a step forward, just a bit closer. “But I would love to try to help-… I’d want nothing more than for you to heal…”
They sink down, curling up tight. "Then why are you h-hiding from me? Why won't you... won't..."
She stares at them, trembling a small bit. She walks closer and kneels down in front of them, and on about the same level. “I’m-… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I was… just wary. But I know now-… that I shouldn’t be. I want to help you now. I-If you want, I can bring you to my home-… it probably won’t warm you up much, but it’s a safer environment than here.”
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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.”
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.
They sink down, curling up tight. "Then why are you h-hiding from me? Why won't you... won't..."
She stares at them, trembling a small bit. She walks closer and kneels down in front of them, and on about the same level. “I’m-… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I was… just wary. But I know now-… that I shouldn’t be. I want to help you now. I-If you want, I can bring you to my home-… it probably won’t warm you up much, but it’s a safer environment than here.”
The light flicks on again, fainter than a dying ember. They nod. The cauldron and gingerbread familiar move toward their master, slowly but steadily. "Fear... is a blessing..." He scoops both of them up in his arms. "Never reject a blessing, ma'am."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He falls backwards, caught by a tangle of brambles that leap forward to catch him. He needs to deal with this. Now. In the sacred fortress of his secret Pumpkin Patch, he writes a letter. A letter to Ghoulianth. We’re running out of time. We need to finally get rid of this thing- in any way possible. It just made an attempt on my life. Meet me at the black river Necropolis at midnight. This letter will guide you there. -Prince Julius of the Autumn Country. He summons a flame in his hand and burns the letter up. It reappears in the closest open flame to Ghoulianth, and the Autumn breeze carries it the rest of the way.
she tries to smile as well, trying to be as reassuring as possible. Her scaled wings flare up behind her from beneath her silken cloak. “Maybe. Try not to think about this as a b-bad thing, I guess?… well… how do you f-feel about right now?” She’s shaking a bit as well.
Far, far away, behind the stone doors that scatter the land and amidst the crumbling ruins of Ghulheim, the crooked devourer of light continues its planning. From the flickering candle that sits atop the fallen tombstone it uses as a desk, the letter from Julius bursts into existence with a puff of embers, fluttering to the damp ground beneath. A hand of twisted root and metal catches the message before it touches the soil, and with another swift motion the wax seal opens with a faint snap. The god-eater reads through the letter carefully, before it begins packing up its meager amount of supplies and setting off once more, through the ghoul gate and into the Autumn Country once more. The letter shall guide its path.
Adeline is silent for a while, thinking. "Right now?... Worried. Curious... and something else I'm not quite sure about. I feel... hungry? But it's not a hunger I'm familiar with..." She notices her mother's trembling and frowns a bit. "How are you feeling?"
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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)
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 reaches into the cursed witch... and its mind is overwhelmed with red eyes glowering down at it.
"IDIOT" "FAILURE" "MONSTER" "THE CURSE WILL CONSUME YOU" "WITCH" "DISGUSTING"
Make a DC 20 WIS save or be frightened as the witch begins to cackle louder than ever before.
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The witch jumps to their feet, the ice shattering off their body as the red light shines like a miniature sun, melting the snow within 10ft of them. "What chance, little slime?! What hope have you?! I give thee twelve hours! Take them well and wisely, for when they are up, I'll be waiting!" They point. "Run, run, shriek and cower! When the clock strikes midnight, I will come in force!"
They cackle louder and louder as icicles melt off the trees.
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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.
It reaches into the cursed witch... and its mind is overwhelmed with red eyes glowering down at it.
"IDIOT" "FAILURE" "MONSTER" "THE CURSE WILL CONSUME YOU" "WITCH" "DISGUSTING"
Make a DC 20 WIS save or be frightened as the witch begins to cackle louder than ever before.
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The witch jumps to their feet, the ice shattering off their body as the red light shines like a miniature sun, melting the snow within 10ft of them. "What chance, little slime?! What hope have you?! I give thee twelve hours! Take them well and wisely, for when they are up, I'll be waiting!" They point. "Run, run, shriek and cower! When the clock strikes midnight, I will come in force!"
They cackle louder and louder as icicles melt off the trees.
*to be fair he’ll die before the 12 hours finish. He has less than an hour to find a host. And if he doesn’t bye bye.*
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 jumps to their feet, the ice shattering off their body as the red light shines like a miniature sun, melting the snow within 10ft of them. "What chance, little slime?! What hope have you?! I give thee twelve hours! Take them well and wisely, for when they are up, I'll be waiting!" They point. "Run, run, shriek and cower! When the clock strikes midnight, I will come in force!"
They cackle louder and louder as icicles melt off the trees.
*to be fair he’ll die before the 12 hours finish. He has less than an hour to find a host. And if he doesn’t bye bye.*
”What?”
"I SAID RUN! RUN FROM ME! YOUR GAME IS NOT UP UNTIL I SAY IT IS! FIND YOUR HOST, AND WITH YOUR STRENGTH AND STRENGTH ALONE, DEFEND THEM!"
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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 witch jumps to their feet, the ice shattering off their body as the red light shines like a miniature sun, melting the snow within 10ft of them. "What chance, little slime?! What hope have you?! I give thee twelve hours! Take them well and wisely, for when they are up, I'll be waiting!" They point. "Run, run, shriek and cower! When the clock strikes midnight, I will come in force!"
They cackle louder and louder as icicles melt off the trees.
*to be fair he’ll die before the 12 hours finish. He has less than an hour to find a host. And if he doesn’t bye bye.*
”What?”
"I SAID RUN! RUN FROM ME! YOUR GAME IS NOT UP UNTIL I SAY IT IS! FIND YOUR HOST, AND WITH YOUR STRENGTH AND STRENGTH ALONE, DEFEND THEM!"
He starts to crawl away. Around the corner there’s a human who becomes his 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.
*Gooooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities of chaos! How are y'all doing today?*
*Fabulous! How about you?*
*That's wonderful to hear! I am doing simply marvelous today as well!*
*This is the first time in a while that I've enjoyed RP enough to be able to focus on it. I like the variety of interesting characters here!*
*I also love all the character variety here! The Autumn Country is some of the most fun I've had with RP- the intertwined stories are incredible to watch unfold!*
*Speaking of which, would you like to rp?*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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She watches him leave carefully, keeping eyes on him. Her antennae twitch constantly.
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.”
If she sees him, then he vanishes when he touches the Dragonborn.
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.
They sink down, curling up tight. "Then why are you h-hiding from me? Why won't you... won't..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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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.
“Err!”
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 stares at them, trembling a small bit. She walks closer and kneels down in front of them, and on about the same level. “I’m-… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I was… just wary. But I know now-… that I shouldn’t be. I want to help you now. I-If you want, I can bring you to my home-… it probably won’t warm you up much, but it’s a safer environment than here.”
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.”
It reaches into the cursed witch... and its mind is overwhelmed with red eyes glowering down at it.
"IDIOT" "FAILURE" "MONSTER" "THE CURSE WILL CONSUME YOU" "WITCH" "DISGUSTING"
Make a DC 20 WIS save or be frightened as the witch begins to cackle louder than ever before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
7
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 light flicks on again, fainter than a dying ember. They nod. The cauldron and gingerbread familiar move toward their master, slowly but steadily. "Fear... is a blessing..." He scoops both of them up in his arms. "Never reject a blessing, ma'am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Far, far away, behind the stone doors that scatter the land and amidst the crumbling ruins of Ghulheim, the crooked devourer of light continues its planning. From the flickering candle that sits atop the fallen tombstone it uses as a desk, the letter from Julius bursts into existence with a puff of embers, fluttering to the damp ground beneath. A hand of twisted root and metal catches the message before it touches the soil, and with another swift motion the wax seal opens with a faint snap. The god-eater reads through the letter carefully, before it begins packing up its meager amount of supplies and setting off once more, through the ghoul gate and into the Autumn Country once more. The letter shall guide its path.
Adeline is silent for a while, thinking. "Right now?... Worried. Curious... and something else I'm not quite sure about. I feel... hungry? But it's not a hunger I'm familiar with..." She notices her mother's trembling and frowns a bit. "How are you feeling?"
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)
*Gooooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities of chaos! How are y'all doing today?*
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)
*hello? Want to rp? I have an ‘dragonborn’ and 2 gooey things. The Dragonborn is an npc who is a host for a 3rd gooey thing.*
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 jumps to their feet, the ice shattering off their body as the red light shines like a miniature sun, melting the snow within 10ft of them. "What chance, little slime?! What hope have you?! I give thee twelve hours! Take them well and wisely, for when they are up, I'll be waiting!" They point. "Run, run, shriek and cower! When the clock strikes midnight, I will come in force!"
They cackle louder and louder as icicles melt off the trees.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Fabulous! How about you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*to be fair he’ll die before the 12 hours finish. He has less than an hour to find a host. And if he doesn’t bye bye.*
”What?”
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.
*That's wonderful to hear! I am doing simply marvelous today as well!*
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 SAID RUN! RUN FROM ME! YOUR GAME IS NOT UP UNTIL I SAY IT IS! FIND YOUR HOST, AND WITH YOUR STRENGTH AND STRENGTH ALONE, DEFEND THEM!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He starts to crawl away. Around the corner there’s a human who becomes his 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.
*This is the first time in a while that I've enjoyed RP enough to be able to focus on it. I like the variety of interesting characters here!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I also love all the character variety here! The Autumn Country is some of the most fun I've had with RP- the intertwined stories are incredible to watch unfold!*
*Speaking of which, would you like to rp?*
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)