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 begins to fade as the two get closer, the witch stopping about seven feet from the little moth. Their joints move with the crackle of splintering ice, louder and louder as the light dims.
"Thank you. I brought puddings, just in case." They hold up an undersized cauldron in their left hand, the smell of boiled fruit emanating from the steaming pot. "Are you hungry at all, little miss?" Their eyes are now bright little rubies set into the deep recesses of their mask.
Adeline's eyes drift to the steaming pot as she thinks. "...Yes, I am a little hungry." She responds after considering it for a while- perhaps this new hunger, strange as it feels, could be sated like any other, she thinks. "Could I please have one?"
The witch chuckles, red, fizzy liquid trickling out from their mask. "You ask as if I would say no. Curious, curious." They dip a large ladle into the ciderous broth and pull out a round, plump, boiled pie. A tiny gingerbread man jumps from their pocket, holding a wooden plate, upon which the pudding is placed. "I warn you, my magic is strong, and might be too sweet for your taste."
"Thank you- oh, and you needn't worry. Strong magic in food isn't something that's ever deterred me before." She accepts the plate from the animated gingerbread man, and rummages through her satchel with her other hand, producing some utensils whittled from carved bone. "I haven't seen a fusion of culinary and arcane arts like this before, though. Do you often use magic to cook?"
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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)
The witch chuckles, red, fizzy liquid trickling out from their mask. "You ask as if I would say no. Curious, curious." They dip a large ladle into the ciderous broth and pull out a round, plump, boiled pie. A tiny gingerbread man jumps from their pocket, holding a wooden plate, upon which the pudding is placed. "I warn you, my magic is strong, and might be too sweet for your taste."
"Thank you- oh, and you needn't worry. Strong magic in food isn't something that's ever deterred me before." She accepts the plate from the animated gingerbread man, and rummages through her satchel with her other hand, producing some utensils whittled from carved bone. "I haven't seen a fusion of culinary and arcane arts like this before, though. Do you often use magic to cook?"
The light glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
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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.
*Give me the Human Host. It's a terrible night to have a curse.*
*ok.*
A human with dark hair and light blue eyes is walking around.
It's getting close to midnight. The ringing of bells, the thump of heeled boots, the red light, the manic laughter... you'd think it were an entire carnival instead of merely a single witch.
"WATCH YOUR CLOCK, KIIIIIIIIIID!!!" Screams the entity.
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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 chuckles, red, fizzy liquid trickling out from their mask. "You ask as if I would say no. Curious, curious." They dip a large ladle into the ciderous broth and pull out a round, plump, boiled pie. A tiny gingerbread man jumps from their pocket, holding a wooden plate, upon which the pudding is placed. "I warn you, my magic is strong, and might be too sweet for your taste."
"Thank you- oh, and you needn't worry. Strong magic in food isn't something that's ever deterred me before." She accepts the plate from the animated gingerbread man, and rummages through her satchel with her other hand, producing some utensils whittled from carved bone. "I haven't seen a fusion of culinary and arcane arts like this before, though. Do you often use magic to cook?"
The light glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
"I'm terribly sorry about that- I'd try to help you, but unfortunately, my magic isn't the curse-removing kind." Adeline takes a seat on a large moss-speckled rock, setting the plate on her lap as she listens. "This looks incredible." She carefully cuts off a small piece of the pudding and takes a bite, her eyes widening a bit at the flavor. "It tastes incredible as well! How do you make these?"
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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)
*Give me the Human Host. It's a terrible night to have a curse.*
*ok.*
A human with dark hair and light blue eyes is walking around.
It's getting close to midnight. The ringing of bells, the thump of heeled boots, the red light, the manic laughter... you'd think it were an entire carnival instead of merely a single witch.
"WATCH YOUR CLOCK, KIIIIIIIIIID!!!" Screams the entity.
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 glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
"I'm terribly sorry about that- I'd try to help you, but unfortunately, my magic isn't the curse-removing kind." Adeline takes a seat on a large moss-speckled rock, setting the plate on her lap as she listens. "This looks incredible." She carefully cuts off a small piece of the pudding and takes a bite, her eyes widening a bit at the flavor. "It tastes incredible as well! How do you make these?"
"Oh, the creation itself isn't anything magical, although I do use a bit to manipulate the dough, chopping in the butter and such. I could teach you sometime, if you're interested." They get up into a crouch, their gangly body only a few feet away now. "Normally this is where I would ask your name, but then I'd have to tell you mine and I'd rather not risk your health in the event that you use the obligatory name-stealing thing your kind are known for." They tilt their head. "I don't mean anything mean by that, and it's not like my name is important, but I have mugged redcaps in order to get it back. It had been traded a couple times."
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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's getting close to midnight. The ringing of bells, the thump of heeled boots, the red light, the manic laughter... you'd think it were an entire carnival instead of merely a single witch.
"WATCH YOUR CLOCK, KIIIIIIIIIID!!!" Screams the entity.
“What?” The kid has no idea about the symbiote.
The hunter, warmed by bloodlust, appears before the host. "Pray tell, at what point will you run? At what point will you abandon your victim to the wolves?"
*gtg, but we can continue this tomorrow*
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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's getting close to midnight. The ringing of bells, the thump of heeled boots, the red light, the manic laughter... you'd think it were an entire carnival instead of merely a single witch.
"WATCH YOUR CLOCK, KIIIIIIIIIID!!!" Screams the entity.
“What?” The kid has no idea about the symbiote.
The hunter, warmed by bloodlust, appears before the host. "Pray tell, at what point will you run? At what point will you abandon your victim to the wolves?"
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 glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
"I'm terribly sorry about that- I'd try to help you, but unfortunately, my magic isn't the curse-removing kind." Adeline takes a seat on a large moss-speckled rock, setting the plate on her lap as she listens. "This looks incredible." She carefully cuts off a small piece of the pudding and takes a bite, her eyes widening a bit at the flavor. "It tastes incredible as well! How do you make these?"
"Oh, the creation itself isn't anything magical, although I do use a bit to manipulate the dough, chopping in the butter and such. I could teach you sometime, if you're interested." They get up into a crouch, their gangly body only a few feet away now. "Normally this is where I would ask your name, but then I'd have to tell you mine and I'd rather not risk your health in the event that you use the obligatory name-stealing thing your kind are known for." They tilt their head. "I don't mean anything mean by that, and it's not like my name is important, but I have mugged redcaps in order to get it back. It had been traded a couple times."
"That sounds wonderful- I'd love to learn how it works!Oh, and don't worry, I can't take names. I'm not bound to fey rules enough for that... at least... I'm pretty sure that's the case." A nervous laugh escapes her, and she clearly seems worried by something, but tries to move on. "I'm Adeline- you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want 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)
The light glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
"I'm terribly sorry about that- I'd try to help you, but unfortunately, my magic isn't the curse-removing kind." Adeline takes a seat on a large moss-speckled rock, setting the plate on her lap as she listens. "This looks incredible." She carefully cuts off a small piece of the pudding and takes a bite, her eyes widening a bit at the flavor. "It tastes incredible as well! How do you make these?"
"Oh, the creation itself isn't anything magical, although I do use a bit to manipulate the dough, chopping in the butter and such. I could teach you sometime, if you're interested." They get up into a crouch, their gangly body only a few feet away now. "Normally this is where I would ask your name, but then I'd have to tell you mine and I'd rather not risk your health in the event that you use the obligatory name-stealing thing your kind are known for." They tilt their head. "I don't mean anything mean by that, and it's not like my name is important, but I have mugged redcaps in order to get it back. It had been traded a couple times."
"That sounds wonderful- I'd love to learn how it works!Oh, and don't worry, I can't take names. I'm not bound to fey rules enough for that... at least... I'm pretty sure that's the case." A nervous laugh escapes her, and she clearly seems worried by something, but tries to move on. "I'm Adeline- you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to."
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.
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 titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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 was implied. Leave me. I have a goal I must complete.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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.
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*your choice. Human host, Dragonborn host, or red symbiote.*
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.
*Give me the Human Host. It's a terrible night to have a curse.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I will say that I only have 30 minutes*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you- oh, and you needn't worry. Strong magic in food isn't something that's ever deterred me before." She accepts the plate from the animated gingerbread man, and rummages through her satchel with her other hand, producing some utensils whittled from carved bone. "I haven't seen a fusion of culinary and arcane arts like this before, though. Do you often use magic to cook?"
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 light glimmers again. "Oh, all the time. I'm what's called a gingerbread witch. Cursed metaphorically with a sweet tooth and literally with my lungs being filled with water. I accidentally transmuted it into soda, so it's extra excruciating now." They sit down in the mud where the snow previously melted. "What you have there is a delicious plum pudding infused with minor magic to keep it warm, safe, and properly cooked no matter how long it persists."
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 human with dark hair and light blue eyes is walking around.
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's getting close to midnight. The ringing of bells, the thump of heeled boots, the red light, the manic laughter... you'd think it were an entire carnival instead of merely a single witch.
"WATCH YOUR CLOCK, KIIIIIIIIIID!!!" Screams the entity.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm terribly sorry about that- I'd try to help you, but unfortunately, my magic isn't the curse-removing kind." Adeline takes a seat on a large moss-speckled rock, setting the plate on her lap as she listens. "This looks incredible." She carefully cuts off a small piece of the pudding and takes a bite, her eyes widening a bit at the flavor. "It tastes incredible as well! How do you make these?"
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)
“What?” The kid has no idea about the symbiote.
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.
"Oh, the creation itself isn't anything magical, although I do use a bit to manipulate the dough, chopping in the butter and such. I could teach you sometime, if you're interested." They get up into a crouch, their gangly body only a few feet away now. "Normally this is where I would ask your name, but then I'd have to tell you mine and I'd rather not risk your health in the event that you use the obligatory name-stealing thing your kind are known for." They tilt their head. "I don't mean anything mean by that, and it's not like my name is important, but I have mugged redcaps in order to get it back. It had been traded a couple times."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The hunter, warmed by bloodlust, appears before the host. "Pray tell, at what point will you run? At what point will you abandon your victim to the wolves?"
*gtg, but we can continue this tomorrow*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“What are you talking about?”
*wamp, but ok.*
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 sounds wonderful- I'd love to learn how it works! Oh, and don't worry, I can't take names. I'm not bound to fey rules enough for that... at least... I'm pretty sure that's the case." A nervous laugh escapes her, and she clearly seems worried by something, but tries to move on. "I'm Adeline- you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want 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)
*baalz had to go, I can Rp.*
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.
*Farewell for now, Baal! We'll meet again some sunny day!*
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 can Rp.*
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.
“No. Boundaries must be respected.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“You didn’t tell me not to try.”
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 was implied. Leave me. I have a goal I must complete.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“I need a 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.