Thousands of tons of steel and water in the form of a massive machine sprint across the Autumn Country on innumerable, spidery limbs. The Gut has returned, its spotlights a beacon for those in need of hospitality.
*Goooood morning, friend! I know I've been focusing a lot on Adeline, so I'll leave the choice to you!*
Helianth sees the massive machination lumbering in the distance and recognizes it immediately. The god-eater approaches, leaving the ravenous bonebeasts at its ship to stand guard as it investigates.
Adeline catches herself watching the bright lights of the Gut for a rather long time, before she snaps out of her trance, setting aside what remains of the severed arm of the ghoul she killed yesterday. She wipes the blood from her mouth and hands, prepares some supplies, and curiously goes over to see what it is.
A second multi-legged mechanical structure can be seen crawling across the landscape somewhat nearby- the Mirth Manor. Eris watches the Gut from one of the manor's balconies, not sure what to do next.
*Ooh, a rare one! Let's try this one for a taste!*
A spotlight turns to look at her. A loudspeaker crackles on.
"SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE SIMILAR TASTE." A cold, almost mechanical voice echoes out. "WHO MIGHT YOU BE?"
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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.
Thousands of tons of steel and water in the form of a massive machine sprint across the Autumn Country on innumerable, spidery limbs. The Gut has returned, its spotlights a beacon for those in need of hospitality.
*Goooood morning, friend! I know I've been focusing a lot on Adeline, so I'll leave the choice to you!*
Helianth sees the massive machination lumbering in the distance and recognizes it immediately. The god-eater approaches, leaving the ravenous bonebeasts at its ship to stand guard as it investigates.
Adeline catches herself watching the bright lights of the Gut for a rather long time, before she snaps out of her trance, setting aside what remains of the severed arm of the ghoul she killed yesterday. She wipes the blood from her mouth and hands, prepares some supplies, and curiously goes over to see what it is.
A second multi-legged mechanical structure can be seen crawling across the landscape somewhat nearby- the Mirth Manor. Eris watches the Gut from one of the manor's balconies, not sure what to do next.
*Ooh, a rare one! Let's try this one for a taste!*
A spotlight turns to look at her. A loudspeaker crackles on.
"SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE SIMILAR TASTE." A cold, almost mechanical voice echoes out. "WHO MIGHT YOU BE?"
Eris remains on the balcony, still watching the Gut with equal parts curiosity and caution. A second crackling of loudspeakers echoes from the Mirth Manor.
"I am Eris of the Mirth family." The voice that responds has an electrical quality to it, though whether or not that's just due to the speakers can't be discerned yet. "Who might you be?"
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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)
*Ooh, a rare one! Let's try this one for a taste!*
A spotlight turns to look at her. A loudspeaker crackles on.
"SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE SIMILAR TASTE." A cold, almost mechanical voice echoes out. "WHO MIGHT YOU BE?"
Eris remains on the balcony, still watching the Gut with equal parts curiosity and caution. A second crackling of loudspeakers echoes from the Mirth Manor.
"I am Eris of the Mirth family." The voice that responds has an electrical quality to it, though whether or not that's just due to the speakers can't be discerned yet. "Who might you be?"
"CHEF-CAPTAIN BARBEAU. THE MACHINE BEFORE YOU IS KNOWN AS THE GUT, A CRUISE LINER AND LUXURY DINING ESTABLISHMENT."
The Gut takes a single step towards the Mirth Manor.
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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.
*Ooh, that'd be fun! I'd love to see Atticus return- there's a lot going on in the Autumn Country it'd be fun to see him navigate!*
*He's going to be much weaker, and honestly I'm not sure why he would return to the Autumn Country. Maybe I should introduce a new character instead. Or maybe not. I already have Goto, Barbeau, and Theo here.*
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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.
*Ooh, a rare one! Let's try this one for a taste!*
A spotlight turns to look at her. A loudspeaker crackles on.
"SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE SIMILAR TASTE." A cold, almost mechanical voice echoes out. "WHO MIGHT YOU BE?"
Eris remains on the balcony, still watching the Gut with equal parts curiosity and caution. A second crackling of loudspeakers echoes from the Mirth Manor.
"I am Eris of the Mirth family." The voice that responds has an electrical quality to it, though whether or not that's just due to the speakers can't be discerned yet. "Who might you be?"
"CHEF-CAPTAIN BARBEAU. THE MACHINE BEFORE YOU IS KNOWN AS THE GUT, A CRUISE LINER AND LUXURY DINING ESTABLISHMENT."
The Gut takes a single step towards the Mirth Manor.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chef-Captain. What brings you and your luxury establishment to the Autumn Country?" The Mirth Manor shifts slightly in position, its great decapod legs finding new footing. It's not expecting to need to flee.
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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)
"CHEF-CAPTAIN BARBEAU. THE MACHINE BEFORE YOU IS KNOWN AS THE GUT, A CRUISE LINER AND LUXURY DINING ESTABLISHMENT."
The Gut takes a single step towards the Mirth Manor.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chef-Captain. What brings you and your luxury establishment to the Autumn Country?" The Mirth Manor shifts slightly in position, its great decapod legs finding new footing. It's not expecting to need to flee.
"THERE ARE MANY GOOD INGREDIENTS HERE... PERHAPS I USED THE WRONG TENSE. THE FROST MAY HAVE DESTROYED THEM ALL." The bizarre machine knocks over a tree with its leg.
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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.
"CHEF-CAPTAIN BARBEAU. THE MACHINE BEFORE YOU IS KNOWN AS THE GUT, A CRUISE LINER AND LUXURY DINING ESTABLISHMENT."
The Gut takes a single step towards the Mirth Manor.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chef-Captain. What brings you and your luxury establishment to the Autumn Country?" The Mirth Manor shifts slightly in position, its great decapod legs finding new footing. It's not expecting to need to flee.
"THERE ARE MANY GOOD INGREDIENTS HERE... PERHAPS I USED THE WRONG TENSE. THE FROST MAY HAVE DESTROYED THEM ALL." The bizarre machine knocks over a tree with its leg.
"That is... unfortunately likely. Nothing here was prepared for a winter that shouldn't have arrived. Last I heard, it started with a hunt that went wrong. Something about a lamb and sunflowers... I can't recall at the moment."
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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)
"THERE ARE MANY GOOD INGREDIENTS HERE... PERHAPS I USED THE WRONG TENSE. THE FROST MAY HAVE DESTROYED THEM ALL." The bizarre machine knocks over a tree with its leg.
"That is... unfortunately likely. Nothing here was prepared for a winter that shouldn't have arrived. Last I heard, it started with a hunt that went wrong. Something about a lamb and sunflowers... I can't recall at the moment."
"WHAT?" His voice takes on a note of confusion. "HOW... OH. FEY STUFF. I USUALLY AVOID FEY-ALIGNED PLANES FOR THIS REASON."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well, people are mad at me for some reason or another, but DnD-wise I'm doing amazing! I made a carnival cleric, and I think they'll be interesting!*
*Sounds like an interesting character indeed- good to hear you're at least doing great DnD-wise!*
*Would you like to rp?*
*Of course!*
A fox-folk in a colorful, heavy costume and mask dances at the Keep, bells ringing and steamers flowing in an illustrated song. It's a harvest song, which is very strange given the winter that surrounds him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well, people are mad at me for some reason or another, but DnD-wise I'm doing amazing! I made a carnival cleric, and I think they'll be interesting!*
*Sounds like an interesting character indeed- good to hear you're at least doing great DnD-wise!*
*Would you like to rp?*
*Of course!*
A fox-folk in a colorful, heavy costume and mask dances at the Keep, bells ringing and steamers flowing in an illustrated song. It's a harvest song, which is very strange given the winter that surrounds him.
Cyrus the Groundskeeper hears the song from the keep's courtyard, and finishes tending to the topiaries before they go over to investigate. "Greetings, and welcome to the Keep of Painted Leaves."
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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 fox-folk in a colorful, heavy costume and mask dances at the Keep, bells ringing and steamers flowing in an illustrated song. It's a harvest song, which is very strange given the winter that surrounds him.
Cyrus the Groundskeeper hears the song from the keep's courtyard, and finishes tending to the topiaries before they go over to investigate. "Greetings, and welcome to the Keep of Painted Leaves."
The shaman turns his head, then the rest of his body leaps in the same direction. "Thank you, thank you!" He bows sweepingly. "I do hope that I can delight you this brisk evening!" He produces an ornate brass goblet and makes a gesture over it, causing it to fill with burgundy liquid. He offers it to Cyrus, splashing a little onto the ground. "Please, have some wine. It'll warm your soul a bit."
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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 fox-folk in a colorful, heavy costume and mask dances at the Keep, bells ringing and steamers flowing in an illustrated song. It's a harvest song, which is very strange given the winter that surrounds him.
Cyrus the Groundskeeper hears the song from the keep's courtyard, and finishes tending to the topiaries before they go over to investigate. "Greetings, and welcome to the Keep of Painted Leaves."
The shaman turns his head, then the rest of his body leaps in the same direction. "Thank you, thank you!" He bows sweepingly. "I do hope that I can delight you this brisk evening!" He produces an ornate brass goblet and makes a gesture over it, causing it to fill with burgundy liquid. He offers it to Cyrus, splashing a little onto the ground. "Please, have some wine. It'll warm your soul a bit."
They consider it for a moment, before they accept the goblet. "Thank you." They take a small sip of the wine- how that works when they have a large flower for a head is anyone's guess. "I am Cyrus, the groundskeeper of this keep. Who might you be, and what brings you here?" They sound more curious than anything else, if the slightest bit wary.
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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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*Ooh, a rare one! Let's try this one for a taste!*
A spotlight turns to look at her. A loudspeaker crackles on.
"SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE SIMILAR TASTE." A cold, almost mechanical voice echoes out. "WHO MIGHT YOU BE?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*So, what if I also brought back Atticus?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Eris remains on the balcony, still watching the Gut with equal parts curiosity and caution. A second crackling of loudspeakers echoes from the Mirth Manor.
"I am Eris of the Mirth family." The voice that responds has an electrical quality to it, though whether or not that's just due to the speakers can't be discerned yet. "Who might you be?"
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)
*Ooh, that'd be fun! I'd love to see Atticus return- there's a lot going on in the Autumn Country it'd be fun to see him navigate!*
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)
"CHEF-CAPTAIN BARBEAU. THE MACHINE BEFORE YOU IS KNOWN AS THE GUT, A CRUISE LINER AND LUXURY DINING ESTABLISHMENT."
The Gut takes a single step towards the Mirth Manor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He's going to be much weaker, and honestly I'm not sure why he would return to the Autumn Country. Maybe I should introduce a new character instead. Or maybe not. I already have Goto, Barbeau, and Theo here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chef-Captain. What brings you and your luxury establishment to the Autumn Country?" The Mirth Manor shifts slightly in position, its great decapod legs finding new footing. It's not expecting to need to flee.
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)
"THERE ARE MANY GOOD INGREDIENTS HERE... PERHAPS I USED THE WRONG TENSE. THE FROST MAY HAVE DESTROYED THEM ALL." The bizarre machine knocks over a tree with its leg.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That is... unfortunately likely. Nothing here was prepared for a winter that shouldn't have arrived. Last I heard, it started with a hunt that went wrong. Something about a lamb and sunflowers... I can't recall at the moment."
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?" His voice takes on a note of confusion. "HOW... OH. FEY STUFF. I USUALLY AVOID FEY-ALIGNED PLANES FOR THIS REASON."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Lord Braafheid is holed up in the Keep. If one were to sneak into his room, they would find
A skeleton packed with gravedirt sitting against a wall as the servant cleans the armor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goooooooood afternoon, my lovely fellow entities of chaos! How are y'all 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)
*I'm finally back after not being able to access this place for two days! It was a glitch, to be clear. I wasn't suspended or anything.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Welcome back, brother! It's good to see you again, and I'm glad you fixed the glitch! How hath thou been?*
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)
*Well, people are mad at me for some reason or another, but DnD-wise I'm doing amazing! I made a carnival cleric, and I think they'll be interesting!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sounds like an interesting character indeed- good to hear you're at least doing great DnD-wise!*
*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)
*Of course!*
A fox-folk in a colorful, heavy costume and mask dances at the Keep, bells ringing and steamers flowing in an illustrated song. It's a harvest song, which is very strange given the winter that surrounds him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Cyrus the Groundskeeper hears the song from the keep's courtyard, and finishes tending to the topiaries before they go over to investigate. "Greetings, and welcome to the Keep of Painted Leaves."
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 shaman turns his head, then the rest of his body leaps in the same direction. "Thank you, thank you!" He bows sweepingly. "I do hope that I can delight you this brisk evening!" He produces an ornate brass goblet and makes a gesture over it, causing it to fill with burgundy liquid. He offers it to Cyrus, splashing a little onto the ground. "Please, have some wine. It'll warm your soul a bit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They consider it for a moment, before they accept the goblet. "Thank you." They take a small sip of the wine- how that works when they have a large flower for a head is anyone's guess. "I am Cyrus, the groundskeeper of this keep. Who might you be, and what brings you here?" They sound more curious than anything else, if the slightest bit wary.
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)