Felix sits at the Starshredder. The snow around it seems to have melted, but not from heat.
*One god-devouring ghoul, coming right up!*
The death angel of gluttony is walking back to the Starshredder after another intel-gathering excursion. As soon as it sees Felix, it freeze for a few seconds, surprise and anxiety momentarily rooting it in place.
"Welcome back, Felix- I missed you. How have you been?" It starts, approaching him at a casual pace.
"I've been quite... bad." He looks directly at it, a cleaver in his paws. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
As soon as it touches the melted space, it takes 1 force damage from the black salt on the ground. It extends about 20ft away from the ship.
It winces slightly, stepping out of the salt before it damages it any further. "...Ah. I see. I'm sorry that I upset you." The former god-eater looks at the cleaver in his paws for a moment. "I really don't want to upset you further, and I doubt you truly want to hurt me. I'll explain, but could you please put away the knife first? I want to have a civil conversation."
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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.
"I've been quite... bad." He looks directly at it, a cleaver in his paws. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
As soon as it touches the melted space, it takes 1 force damage from the black salt on the ground. It extends about 20ft away from the ship.
It winces slightly, stepping out of the salt before it damages it any further. "...Ah. I see. I'm sorry that I upset you." The former god-eater looks at the cleaver in his paws for a moment. "I really don't want to upset you further, and I doubt you truly want to hurt me. I'll explain, but could you please put away the knife first? I want to have a civil conversation."
Without hesitation, he tosses it onto the salt-covered ground, about six Felixes away from him. "Now what?"
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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've been quite... bad." He looks directly at it, a cleaver in his paws. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
As soon as it touches the melted space, it takes 1 force damage from the black salt on the ground. It extends about 20ft away from the ship.
It winces slightly, stepping out of the salt before it damages it any further. "...Ah. I see. I'm sorry that I upset you." The former god-eater looks at the cleaver in his paws for a moment. "I really don't want to upset you further, and I doubt you truly want to hurt me. I'll explain, but could you please put away the knife first? I want to have a civil conversation."
Without hesitation, he tosses it onto the salt-covered ground, about six Felixes away from him. "Now what?"
"I know that what I have done has had some... enormous consequences. I won't ignore that others have suffered due to my actions' aftermath, and for that I truly feel sorry. I can fix this, though- I've already started work on that. Once I get rid of the Ravenous Flame, the rest of the problems will be... not easier, per se, but simpler." It doesn't feel as sorry as it claims it is.
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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)
Without hesitation, he tosses it onto the salt-covered ground, about six Felixes away from him. "Now what?"
"I know that what I have done has had some... enormous consequences. I won't ignore that others have suffered due to my actions' aftermath, and for that I truly feel sorry. I can fix this, though- I've already started work on that. Once I get rid of the Ravenous Flame, the rest of the problems will be... not easier, per se, but simpler." It doesn't feel as sorry as it claims it is.
He frowns deeply, wrinkling his little nose in moderate disgust. It can see a spark of rage in the strugel's eyes. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"
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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.
Without hesitation, he tosses it onto the salt-covered ground, about six Felixes away from him. "Now what?"
"I know that what I have done has had some... enormous consequences. I won't ignore that others have suffered due to my actions' aftermath, and for that I truly feel sorry. I can fix this, though- I've already started work on that. Once I get rid of the Ravenous Flame, the rest of the problems will be... not easier, per se, but simpler." It doesn't feel as sorry as it claims it is.
He frowns deeply, wrinkling his little nose in moderate disgust. It can see a spark of rage in the strugel's eyes. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"
"Like I said, I'm working on that. We've seen what that thing is capable of, and I wanted to guarantee that when it's stopped, you... you wouldn't lose me in the process." It looks up at Felix and seems genuinely surprised to see the anger in his eyes. "...or did that already happen?"
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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)
He frowns deeply, wrinkling his little nose in moderate disgust. It can see a spark of rage in the strugel's eyes. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"
"Like I said, I'm working on that. We've seen what that thing is capable of, and I wanted to guarantee that when it's stopped, you... you wouldn't lose me in the process." It looks up at Felix and seems genuinely surprised to see the anger in his eyes. "...or did that already happen?"
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that you were worthy of love. Of being treated like a person instead of a monster. But this level of selfishness, this kind of mindless, purposeless cruelty... you made me a promise, Helianth." He gets up, walking toward the Godeater. "You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? How much it hurts to know that all of this, all this pain and fear and death, is because I gave you a chance? You owe the world basic decency for allowing you to live in it! Everyone does!" He's hyperventilating at this point. "And you don't even feel (gp)ingsorry."
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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 frowns deeply, wrinkling his little nose in moderate disgust. It can see a spark of rage in the strugel's eyes. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"
"Like I said, I'm working on that. We've seen what that thing is capable of, and I wanted to guarantee that when it's stopped, you... you wouldn't lose me in the process." It looks up at Felix and seems genuinely surprised to see the anger in his eyes. "...or did that already happen?"
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that you were worthy of love. Of being treated like a person instead of a monster. But this level of selfishness, this kind of mindless, purposeless cruelty... you made me a promise, Helianth." He gets up, walking toward the Godeater. "You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? How much it hurts to know that all of this, all this pain and fear and death, is because I gave you a chance? You owe the world basic decency for allowing you to live in it! Everyone does!" He's hyperventilating at this point. "And you don't even feel (gp)ingsorry."
As he approaches, the crooked ghoul takes a few steps back, somehow not expecting this reaction. Only now, only now when it sees how furious and distraught Felix is, does it feel any inkling of regret, any shred of sorrow. "It... it isn't purposeless. I was doing this all for you. For- For us! And for the prolonged good of the realm!" It sputters, trying to construct some feeble argument for its case. "I just need more time, and it'll all get better! It'll all be worth 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)
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that you were worthy of love. Of being treated like a person instead of a monster. But this level of selfishness, this kind of mindless, purposeless cruelty... you made me a promise, Helianth." He gets up, walking toward the Godeater. "You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? How much it hurts to know that all of this, all this pain and fear and death, is because I gave you a chance? You owe the world basic decency for allowing you to live in it! Everyone does!" He's hyperventilating at this point. "And you don't even feel (gp)ingsorry."
As he approaches, the crooked ghoul takes a few steps back, somehow not expecting this reaction. Only now, only now when it sees how furious and distraught Felix is, does it feel any inkling of regret, any shred of sorrow. "It... it isn't purposeless. I was doing this all for you. For- For us! And for the prolonged good of the realm!" It sputters, trying to construct some feeble argument for its case. "I just need more time, and it'll all get better! It'll all be worth it!"
"How?!" He demands. He picks up the cleaver once more, pointing it directly at the sunflower. "How was this for anyone other than you?!" He says that last word with something Helianth has never heard from Felix. Something it was intimately familiar with recieving, but not from him. Never from him.
Hatred.
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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 takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that you were worthy of love. Of being treated like a person instead of a monster. But this level of selfishness, this kind of mindless, purposeless cruelty... you made me a promise, Helianth." He gets up, walking toward the Godeater. "You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? How much it hurts to know that all of this, all this pain and fear and death, is because I gave you a chance? You owe the world basic decency for allowing you to live in it! Everyone does!" He's hyperventilating at this point. "And you don't even feel (gp)ingsorry."
As he approaches, the crooked ghoul takes a few steps back, somehow not expecting this reaction. Only now, only now when it sees how furious and distraught Felix is, does it feel any inkling of regret, any shred of sorrow. "It... it isn't purposeless. I was doing this all for you. For- For us! And for the prolonged good of the realm!" It sputters, trying to construct some feeble argument for its case. "I just need more time, and it'll all get better! It'll all be worth it!"
"How?!" He demands. He picks up the cleaver once more, pointing it directly at the sunflower. "How was this for anyone other than you?!" He says that last word with something Helianth has never heard from Felix. Something it was intimately familiar with recieving, but not from him. Never from him.
Hatred.
When the cleaver is brandished at it again, the towering sunflower jumps back in surprise, falling over on its back and continuing to scurry away from him. "It... I... it... wasn't..." It is silent for a long while. "...I can still fix this... or at least, stop it from hurting more... I just... I just need more time..."
The ghoul looks back up at Felix, and then at his cleaver, and back at him, seeming almost scared of him. "You wouldn't... really hurt me, would you?.."
"How?!" He demands. He picks up the cleaver once more, pointing it directly at the sunflower. "How was this for anyone other than you?!" He says that last word with something Helianth has never heard from Felix. Something it was intimately familiar with recieving, but not from him. Never from him.
Hatred.
When the cleaver is brandished at it again, the towering sunflower jumps back in surprise, falling over on its back and continuing to scurry away from him. "It... I... it... wasn't..." It is silent for a long while. "...I can still fix this... or at least, stop it from hurting more... I just... I just need more time..."
He scoffs. "I don't think you can. You've stalled this long, after all. I'll kill the thing myself, and then I'll come back for you." He begins to stalk off, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I really... I really loved you, Helianth."
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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 ghoul looks back up at Felix, and then at his cleaver, and back at him, seeming almost scared of him. "You wouldn't... really hurt me, would you?.."
He glowers at it. "I would. I hunt monsters. And you've shown me that you are one."
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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.
"How?!" He demands. He picks up the cleaver once more, pointing it directly at the sunflower. "How was this for anyone other than you?!" He says that last word with something Helianth has never heard from Felix. Something it was intimately familiar with recieving, but not from him. Never from him.
Hatred.
When the cleaver is brandished at it again, the towering sunflower jumps back in surprise, falling over on its back and continuing to scurry away from him. "It... I... it... wasn't..." It is silent for a long while. "...I can still fix this... or at least, stop it from hurting more... I just... I just need more time..."
He scoffs. "I don't think you can. You've stalled this long, after all. I'll kill the thing myself, and then I'll come back for you." He begins to stalk off, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I really... I really loved you, Helianth."
It once again falls silent for a while, getting up from the ground and staying where it is. "...I really loved you too, Felix... I still do." If it could, it would be crying- whether those tears would be genuine or not is anyone's guess. It inches a bit closer, still a few feet away from Felix.
"...do you really mean that? That you'd kill me?..."
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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)
He scoffs. "I don't think you can. You've stalled this long, after all. I'll kill the thing myself, and then I'll come back for you." He begins to stalk off, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I really... I really loved you, Helianth."
It once again falls silent for a while, getting up from the ground and staying where it is. "...I really loved you too, Felix... I still do." If it could, it would be crying- whether those tears would be genuine or not is anyone's guess. It inches a bit closer, still a few feet away from Felix.
"...do you really mean that? That you'd kill me?..."
His breath catches as he stifles a sob. "If you can do something this terrible without even considering it... the dangers of giving you a third chance are too great." He runs off, wiping tears from his eyes as he does so.
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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 ghoul looks back up at Felix, and then at his cleaver, and back at him, seeming almost scared of him. "You wouldn't... really hurt me, would you?.."
He glowers at it. "I would. I hunt monsters. And you've shown me that you are one."
It's shocked by his answer... but instead of sadness or regret or guilt, it feels a growing pang of anger. Burning, clawing at its insides. "...Then I guess I should stop pretending to be something I'm not, then, right?"
It stands back up, casting a crooked shadow over Felix and leaning back down, resting one of its flower heads against the tip of his knife while all of them stare daggers at him. "If I'm really a monster, then why do you hesitate? Why not try to slaughter me for the good of the realm here and now? Be the hero you claim to be? Or is there some part of you left that still doesn't want to hurt me? That still cares, even if you don't want to admit it?" It pushes its flower head a bit closer, the tip of the cleaver's blade burying itself in its flesh, burning golden ichor trickling from the wound. It doesn't even flinch.
It truly doesn't believe that he'll hurt 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)
It's shocked by his answer... but instead of sadness or regret or guilt, it feels a growing pang of anger. Burning, clawing at its insides. "...Then I guess I should stop pretending to be something I'm not, then, right?"
It stands back up, casting a crooked shadow over Felix and leaning back down, resting one of its flower heads against the tip of his knife while all of them stare daggers at him. "If I'm really a monster, then why do you hesitate? Why not try to slaughter me for the good of the realm here and now? Be the hero you claim to be? Or is there some part of you left that still doesn't want to hurt me? That still cares, even if you don't want to admit it?" It pushes its flower head a bit closer, the tip of the cleaver's blade burying itself in its flesh, burning golden ichor trickling from the wound. It doesn't even flinch.
It truly doesn't believe that he'll hurt it.
The mere touch of the blade becomes agonizing. Helianth takes 11 poison damage from some sort of defoliator chemicals, 8 force from more black salt, and it must make two saves: A CON save to avoid being poisoned, and a CHA save to avoid being banished to its home plane while taking 8 force damage.
"I love you. But not enough to spare you." He slashes the flower head, his eyes cold and dead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 51, and both saves are triggered once more on a hit.
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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 shocked by his answer... but instead of sadness or regret or guilt, it feels a growing pang of anger. Burning, clawing at its insides. "...Then I guess I should stop pretending to be something I'm not, then, right?"
It stands back up, casting a crooked shadow over Felix and leaning back down, resting one of its flower heads against the tip of his knife while all of them stare daggers at him. "If I'm really a monster, then why do you hesitate? Why not try to slaughter me for the good of the realm here and now? Be the hero you claim to be? Or is there some part of you left that still doesn't want to hurt me? That still cares, even if you don't want to admit it?" It pushes its flower head a bit closer, the tip of the cleaver's blade burying itself in its flesh, burning golden ichor trickling from the wound. It doesn't even flinch.
It truly doesn't believe that he'll hurt it.
The mere touch of the blade becomes agonizing. Helianth takes 11 poison damage from some sort of defoliator chemicals, 8 force from more black salt, and it must make two saves: A CON save to avoid being poisoned, and a CHA save to avoid being banished to its home plane while taking 8 force damage.
"I love you. But not enough to spare you." He slashes the flower head, his eyes cold and dead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 51, and both saves are triggered once more on a hit.
CON save: 15 CHA save: 16
The blade strikes true, cleaving Helianth's flower head in half. A spray of flaming ichor erupts from the wound, setting the grass below ablaze as the god eater lets out a near-deafening pained shriek. It staggers back a bit from the blow, its entire body crackling with fierce orange and yellow flames. Assuming it doesn't get banished to another plane, it casts a Quickened Dimension Door to appear inside the Starshredder's entrance hall, and seals the doors shut with its main action before using its remaining movement to shamble towards the ship's helm. If the Dimension Door is counter-spelled, it uses its movement to trudge across the salt, risking an opportunity attack from Felix, before entering the ship and closing its doors as intended.
"Then fine! I'll play the villain that you see me as! I may be a monster, but I'm not the only one!"
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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 mere touch of the blade becomes agonizing. Helianth takes 11 poison damage from some sort of defoliator chemicals, 8 force from more black salt, and it must make two saves: A CON save to avoid being poisoned, and a CHA save to avoid being banished to its home plane while taking 8 force damage.
"I love you. But not enough to spare you." He slashes the flower head, his eyes cold and dead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 51, and both saves are triggered once more on a hit.
CON save: 15 CHA save: 16
The blade strikes true, cleaving Helianth's flower head in half. A spray of flaming ichor erupts from the wound, setting the grass below ablaze as the god eater lets out a near-deafening pained shriek. It staggers back a bit from the blow, its entire body crackling with fierce orange and yellow flames. Assuming it doesn't get banished to another plane, it casts a Quickened Dimension Door to appear inside the Starshredder's entrance hall, and seals the doors shut with its main action before using its remaining movement to shamble towards the ship's helm. If the Dimension Door is counter-spelled, it uses its movement to trudge across the salt, risking an opportunity attack from Felix, before entering the ship and closing its doors as intended.
"Then fine! I'll play the villain that you see me as! I may be a monster, but I'm not the only one!"
Both saves fail (somehow).
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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.
Before the god-eater ghoul can do anything else, it disperses into an inferno of golden-orange plasma, and vanishes entirely, only leaving its burning ichor behind. But where could it have gone?...
*I actually have no idea where Helianth would end up because of this? The Far Realm because it's an aberration? Ghulheim because it's a ghoul? Wherever the flower field it was awakened from is? What do you think would be most fitting?*
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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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It winces slightly, stepping out of the salt before it damages it any further. "...Ah. I see. I'm sorry that I upset you." The former god-eater looks at the cleaver in his paws for a moment. "I really don't want to upset you further, and I doubt you truly want to hurt me. I'll explain, but could you please put away the knife first? I want to have a civil conversation."
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)
*Nope. Put Pop Rocks in the microwave.*
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.
Without hesitation, he tosses it onto the salt-covered ground, about six Felixes away from him. "Now what?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I know that what I have done has had some... enormous consequences. I won't ignore that others have suffered due to my actions' aftermath, and for that I truly feel sorry. I can fix this, though- I've already started work on that. Once I get rid of the Ravenous Flame, the rest of the problems will be... not easier, per se, but simpler." It doesn't feel as sorry as it claims it is.
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)
He frowns deeply, wrinkling his little nose in moderate disgust. It can see a spark of rage in the strugel's eyes. "Why haven't you done it yet, then?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The hardest part for me when it comes to RP is not getting carried away with how much I'm writing.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Like I said, I'm working on that. We've seen what that thing is capable of, and I wanted to guarantee that when it's stopped, you... you wouldn't lose me in the process." It looks up at Felix and seems genuinely surprised to see the anger in his eyes. "...or did that already happen?"
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)
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that you were worthy of love. Of being treated like a person instead of a monster. But this level of selfishness, this kind of mindless, purposeless cruelty... you made me a promise, Helianth." He gets up, walking toward the Godeater. "You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? How much it hurts to know that all of this, all this pain and fear and death, is because I gave you a chance? You owe the world basic decency for allowing you to live in it! Everyone does!" He's hyperventilating at this point. "And you don't even feel (gp)ing sorry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As he approaches, the crooked ghoul takes a few steps back, somehow not expecting this reaction. Only now, only now when it sees how furious and distraught Felix is, does it feel any inkling of regret, any shred of sorrow. "It... it isn't purposeless. I was doing this all for you. For- For us! And for the prolonged good of the realm!" It sputters, trying to construct some feeble argument for its case. "I just need more time, and it'll all get better! It'll all be worth 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)
"How?!" He demands. He picks up the cleaver once more, pointing it directly at the sunflower. "How was this for anyone other than you?!" He says that last word with something Helianth has never heard from Felix. Something it was intimately familiar with recieving, but not from him. Never from him.
Hatred.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
When the cleaver is brandished at it again, the towering sunflower jumps back in surprise, falling over on its back and continuing to scurry away from him. "It... I... it... wasn't..." It is silent for a long while. "...I can still fix this... or at least, stop it from hurting more... I just... I just need more time..."
The ghoul looks back up at Felix, and then at his cleaver, and back at him, seeming almost scared of him. "You wouldn't... really hurt me, would you?.."
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)
He scoffs. "I don't think you can. You've stalled this long, after all. I'll kill the thing myself, and then I'll come back for you." He begins to stalk off, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I really... I really loved you, Helianth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He glowers at it. "I would. I hunt monsters. And you've shown me that you are one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It once again falls silent for a while, getting up from the ground and staying where it is. "...I really loved you too, Felix... I still do." If it could, it would be crying- whether those tears would be genuine or not is anyone's guess. It inches a bit closer, still a few feet away from Felix.
"...do you really mean that? That you'd kill me?..."
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)
His breath catches as he stifles a sob. "If you can do something this terrible without even considering it... the dangers of giving you a third chance are too great." He runs off, wiping tears from his eyes as he does so.
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 shocked by his answer... but instead of sadness or regret or guilt, it feels a growing pang of anger. Burning, clawing at its insides. "...Then I guess I should stop pretending to be something I'm not, then, right?"
It stands back up, casting a crooked shadow over Felix and leaning back down, resting one of its flower heads against the tip of his knife while all of them stare daggers at him. "If I'm really a monster, then why do you hesitate? Why not try to slaughter me for the good of the realm here and now? Be the hero you claim to be? Or is there some part of you left that still doesn't want to hurt me? That still cares, even if you don't want to admit it?" It pushes its flower head a bit closer, the tip of the cleaver's blade burying itself in its flesh, burning golden ichor trickling from the wound. It doesn't even flinch.
It truly doesn't believe that he'll hurt 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)
The mere touch of the blade becomes agonizing. Helianth takes 11 poison damage from some sort of defoliator chemicals, 8 force from more black salt, and it must make two saves: A CON save to avoid being poisoned, and a CHA save to avoid being banished to its home plane while taking 8 force damage.
"I love you. But not enough to spare you." He slashes the flower head, his eyes cold and dead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 51, and both saves are triggered once more on a hit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
CON save: 15 CHA save: 16
The blade strikes true, cleaving Helianth's flower head in half. A spray of flaming ichor erupts from the wound, setting the grass below ablaze as the god eater lets out a near-deafening pained shriek. It staggers back a bit from the blow, its entire body crackling with fierce orange and yellow flames. Assuming it doesn't get banished to another plane, it casts a Quickened Dimension Door to appear inside the Starshredder's entrance hall, and seals the doors shut with its main action before using its remaining movement to shamble towards the ship's helm. If the Dimension Door is counter-spelled, it uses its movement to trudge across the salt, risking an opportunity attack from Felix, before entering the ship and closing its doors as intended.
"Then fine! I'll play the villain that you see me as! I may be a monster, but I'm not the only one!"
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)
Both saves fail (somehow).
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Before the god-eater ghoul can do anything else, it disperses into an inferno of golden-orange plasma, and vanishes entirely, only leaving its burning ichor behind. But where could it have gone?...
*I actually have no idea where Helianth would end up because of this? The Far Realm because it's an aberration? Ghulheim because it's a ghoul? Wherever the flower field it was awakened from is? What do you think would be most fitting?*
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)