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?*
Felix sighs. "One down..." He whispers, not even a hint of satisfaction or victory in his voice.
*Ragnorra. The Mother of Monsters. She's a living comet made of flesh that embodies positive energy and causes rapid mutations in all living things around her. We did discuss that Helianth could be a creation of this particular Elder Evil, after all.*
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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?*
Felix sighs. "One down..." He whispers, not even a hint of satisfaction or victory in his voice.
*Ragnorra. The Mother of Monsters. She's a living comet made of flesh that embodies positive energy and causes rapid mutations in all living things around her. We did discuss that Helianth could be a creation of this particular Elder Evil, after all.*
*I didn't even think of that- that's perfect, thank you! Well, perfect for us. For Helianth and the others... well, we'll see.*
The crooked god appears in a landscape far, far away from the Autumn Country, still clutching its head in pain as its other flowers look around. Everything as far as its metaphorical eyes can see is composed of living material. Blankets of mold and bacterial growths stretch over an ever-shifting, pulsing landscape of ever-bleeding flesh dotted with twitching eyes, grasping limbs, gnashing teeth, and beating organs. The sky above is a kaleidoscopic aurora of shifting vibrant hues, and the 'land' around Helianth twists and warps in impossible ways. It wonders for a moment if it died and went to one of the Lower Planes, but this place doesn't look like any realm it knows of... except maybe...
Its thoughts are interrupted by pain shooting up from its roots and into its entire being, causing the god-eater to collapse to the bloody ground beneath it. Its sight is a rainbow inferno, its hearing a deafening throb, its taste bombarded with flavors indescribable. It looks down at one of its arms and watches in horror and curiosity as its roots and veins and mycelium writhe like worms, its own body beyond its control, and warp themselves into terrifying new configurations. The writhing spreads, the sunflower being slowly unraveled and reassembled. "What... what is this place?! Where am I!?" It manages to shout out, mostly to itself. But something hears it. A voice it hasn't heard in nine hundred and seventy-three years, and yet recalls hearing before immediately, whispers inside its mind in a warm tone.
"Welcome home, child."
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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)
*I kinda want to bring in some of my own abominations, but I have too many OP characters already, I think.*
*Thank you- I really wanted to see just how unnerving I could make the landscape look.*
*I'd love to see some more of your horrible little angels, but yeah, there's a lot of very powerful characters on the board already. If you want, you can play as Ragnorra for while they're around!*
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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)
*I kinda want to bring in some of my own abominations, but I have too many OP characters already, I think.*
*Thank you- I really wanted to see just how unnerving I could make the landscape look.*
*I'd love to see some more of your horrible little angels, but yeah, there's a lot of very powerful characters on the board already. If you want, you can play as Ragnorra for while they're around!*
*Hmmm... Ragnorra isn't my style. She's sort of dreamy and floaty, wildly intelligent but not truly conscious. She wants to "fix" the mistakes of the gods, and is immune to divine power as a rule.*
*I could bring in another rendition of Szerucharz. A much weaker version, of course.*
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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 kinda want to bring in some of my own abominations, but I have too many OP characters already, I think.*
*Thank you- I really wanted to see just how unnerving I could make the landscape look.*
*I'd love to see some more of your horrible little angels, but yeah, there's a lot of very powerful characters on the board already. If you want, you can play as Ragnorra for while they're around!*
*Hmmm... Ragnorra isn't my style. She's sort of dreamy and floaty, wildly intelligent but not truly conscious. She wants to "fix" the mistakes of the gods, and is immune to divine power as a rule.*
*I could bring in another rendition of Szerucharz. A much weaker version, of course.*
*That sounds great! Szeru is an incredible character, and I feel like they'd fit really well with the setting.*
*Alrighty, then I'll take the reins for playing Ragnorra. I'm not the most familiar with writing interactions between two characters where I'm in control of both, but I'll try my best! Would you like a turn playing Helianth, then? Either way works with 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)
*Hmmm... Ragnorra isn't my style. She's sort of dreamy and floaty, wildly intelligent but not truly conscious. She wants to "fix" the mistakes of the gods, and is immune to divine power as a rule.*
*I could bring in another rendition of Szerucharz. A much weaker version, of course.*
*That sounds great! Szeru is an incredible character, and I feel like they'd fit really well with the setting.*
*Alrighty, then I'll take the reins for playing Ragnorra. I'm not the most familiar with writing interactions between two characters where I'm in control of both, but I'll try my best! Would you like a turn playing Helianth, then? Either way works with me!*
*I'm glad you feel that way! He was actually here before, but that's listed as the "Pre-Insanity Arc" in his backstory, so now we'd probably be in "Insanity, Pre-Elder Evil." I might make him a Giant in nature, too. That could be interesting.*
*Hmmm... You know what? I'll play Ragnorra for you. Because you're my webkinz-style-adopted sister and I love you.*
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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.
*Hmmm... Ragnorra isn't my style. She's sort of dreamy and floaty, wildly intelligent but not truly conscious. She wants to "fix" the mistakes of the gods, and is immune to divine power as a rule.*
*I could bring in another rendition of Szerucharz. A much weaker version, of course.*
*That sounds great! Szeru is an incredible character, and I feel like they'd fit really well with the setting.*
*Alrighty, then I'll take the reins for playing Ragnorra. I'm not the most familiar with writing interactions between two characters where I'm in control of both, but I'll try my best! Would you like a turn playing Helianth, then? Either way works with me!*
*I'm glad you feel that way! He was actually here before, but that's listed as the "Pre-Insanity Arc" in his backstory, so now we'd probably be in "Insanity, Pre-Elder Evil." I might make him a Giant in nature, too. That could be interesting.*
*Hmmm... You know what? I'll play Ragnorra for you. Because you're my webkinz-style-adopted sister and I love you.*
*I somewhat remember him being here before, and I kinda wondered what happened to him. I can't wait to see how you bring him back!*
*Thank you, that sounds fun! I love you too, bro! I gtg for a little while, but once I'm back we can continue with Helianth's misadventure! See ya then!*
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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)
*I have been summoned once again! Wouldst thou like to continue?*
*Sure! But I have a new tavern now that I must keep track of.*
*I saw, and it looks super cool! I'm definitely going to make a character for it once I have an idea. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
The crooked god eater continues to unravel on the surface of Ragnorra, attempting to look around for an opportunity to flee even though there's nowhere to flee to. It's panicking. "What is this place? Who are you?!" It rasps, thankfully still maintaining its ability to speak despite the active mutations- at least, for now.
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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)
*I have been summoned once again! Wouldst thou like to continue?*
*Sure! But I have a new tavern now that I must keep track of.*
*I saw, and it looks super cool! I'm definitely going to make a character for it once I have an idea. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
The crooked god eater continues to unravel on the surface of Ragnorra, attempting to look around for an opportunity to flee even though there's nowhere to flee to. It's panicking. "What is this place? Who are you?!" It rasps, thankfully still maintaining its ability to speak despite the active mutations- at least, for now.
It hears a faint, tuneless humming. The ghoul parts of its body begin to crumble and shatter.
"Let's get that off of you... Oh, you're a spitting image, aren't you? Momma's little baby... Do you have a name yet, dear?"
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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 have been summoned once again! Wouldst thou like to continue?*
*Sure! But I have a new tavern now that I must keep track of.*
*I saw, and it looks super cool! I'm definitely going to make a character for it once I have an idea. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
The crooked god eater continues to unravel on the surface of Ragnorra, attempting to look around for an opportunity to flee even though there's nowhere to flee to. It's panicking. "What is this place? Who are you?!" It rasps, thankfully still maintaining its ability to speak despite the active mutations- at least, for now.
It hears a faint, tuneless humming. The ghoul parts of its body begin to crumble and shatter.
"Let's get that off of you... Oh, you're a spitting image, aren't you? Momma's little baby... Do you have a name yet, dear?"
Helianth is more confused and frightened than anything else, though it's starting to wonder if it somehow knows this voice from somewhere. "My- my name is Helianth... what... what is happening?"
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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 hears a faint, tuneless humming. The ghoul parts of its body begin to crumble and shatter.
"Let's get that off of you... Oh, you're a spitting image, aren't you? Momma's little baby... Do you have a name yet, dear?"
Helianth is more confused and frightened than anything else, though it's starting to wonder if it somehow knows this voice from somewhere. "My- my name is Helianth... what... what is happening?"
"You've been gone so long... what? Oh... you're lost..."
The ground beneath Helianth bursts open with vile limbs, grasping onto it and holding it up, merging and unmerging into Helianth's body, form becoming liquid (think like an AI-generated video).
"You're safe now... here... in the Skin of the World..."
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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 hears a faint, tuneless humming. The ghoul parts of its body begin to crumble and shatter.
"Let's get that off of you... Oh, you're a spitting image, aren't you? Momma's little baby... Do you have a name yet, dear?"
Helianth is more confused and frightened than anything else, though it's starting to wonder if it somehow knows this voice from somewhere. "My- my name is Helianth... what... what is happening?"
"You've been gone so long... what? Oh... you're lost..."
The ground beneath Helianth bursts open with vile limbs, grasping onto it and holding it up, merging and unmerging into Helianth's body, form becoming liquid (think like an AI-generated video).
"You're safe now... here... in the Skin of the World..."
The crooked star-eater is stunned for a while from the sensation of melting and reforming and melting again. Even though whatever anatomy allowed it to physically speak has been warped beyond recognition, it responds to their words via telepathy. "The Skin of the World... wait, this is... are you?..." Suddenly, it clicks, and the god eater understands who it's talking with. "I... I saw you leave as soon as I awakened and you... you gave me my hunger. I had no idea what was happening... where were you?"
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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)
"You've been gone so long... what? Oh... you're lost..."
The ground beneath Helianth bursts open with vile limbs, grasping onto it and holding it up, merging and unmerging into Helianth's body, form becoming liquid (think like an AI-generated video).
"You're safe now... here... in the Skin of the World..."
The crooked star-eater is stunned for a while from the sensation of melting and reforming and melting again. Even though whatever anatomy allowed it to physically speak has been warped beyond recognition, it responds to their words via telepathy. "The Skin of the World... wait, this is... are you?..." Suddenly, it clicks, and the god eater understands who it's talking with. "I... I saw you leave as soon as I awakened and you... you gave me my hunger. I had no idea what was happening... where were you?"
"They carved me up dear... like some science project... But I gave you your hunger before I died, at least... And now you're here... Where were you?"
Helianth begins to be pulled down into the pit of molten biology, partway being dragged, halfway sliding to the core of the comet.
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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.
"You've been gone so long... what? Oh... you're lost..."
The ground beneath Helianth bursts open with vile limbs, grasping onto it and holding it up, merging and unmerging into Helianth's body, form becoming liquid (think like an AI-generated video).
"You're safe now... here... in the Skin of the World..."
The crooked star-eater is stunned for a while from the sensation of melting and reforming and melting again. Even though whatever anatomy allowed it to physically speak has been warped beyond recognition, it responds to their words via telepathy. "The Skin of the World... wait, this is... are you?..." Suddenly, it clicks, and the god eater understands who it's talking with. "I... I saw you leave as soon as I awakened and you... you gave me my hunger. I had no idea what was happening... where were you?"
"They carved me up dear... like some science project... But I gave you your hunger before I died, at least... And now you're here... Where were you?"
Helianth begins to be pulled down into the pit of molten biology, partway being dragged, halfway sliding to the core of the comet.
"I had no idea... I'm terribly sorry about that." It knows that it's in no state where it's able to escape, but she doesn't seem to be hostile, at least... maybe, it thinks to itself, it can get back to the Autumn Country. "I spent a long time traveling, indulging my hunger for starlight. I actually managed to consume multiple stars with some help from... from a friend. Alas, I lost that power when I made a grave mistake, and have been working on regaining it since."
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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)
"They carved me up dear... like some science project... But I gave you your hunger before I died, at least... And now you're here... Where were you?"
Helianth begins to be pulled down into the pit of molten biology, partway being dragged, halfway sliding to the core of the comet.
"I had no idea... I'm terribly sorry about that." It knows that it's in no state where it's able to escape, but she doesn't seem to be hostile, at least... maybe, it thinks to itself, it can get back to the Autumn Country. "I spent a long time traveling, indulging my hunger for starlight. I actually managed to consume multiple stars with some help from... from a friend. Alas, I lost that power when I made a grave mistake, and have been working on regaining it since."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." A tendril of flesh mashes into one of Helianth's heads. She seems to be trying to feed it. "..." The thing rumbles softly, pulsing to a familiar, comforting, erratic heartbeat. "Where were you?" she asks again.
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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.
"They carved me up dear... like some science project... But I gave you your hunger before I died, at least... And now you're here... Where were you?"
Helianth begins to be pulled down into the pit of molten biology, partway being dragged, halfway sliding to the core of the comet.
"I had no idea... I'm terribly sorry about that." It knows that it's in no state where it's able to escape, but she doesn't seem to be hostile, at least... maybe, it thinks to itself, it can get back to the Autumn Country. "I spent a long time traveling, indulging my hunger for starlight. I actually managed to consume multiple stars with some help from... from a friend. Alas, I lost that power when I made a grave mistake, and have been working on regaining it since."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." A tendril of flesh mashes into one of Helianth's heads. She seems to be trying to feed it. "..." The thing rumbles softly, pulsing to a familiar, comforting, erratic heartbeat. "Where were you?" she asks again.
"Y- yes, unfortunately I can only consume light and some liquids, now that my... borrowed components are gone." It recognizes that erratic heartbeat almost immediately, hearing some part of its lingering curse within it react to the sound. "When I first awoke, I was in a large field of sunflowers on one of the Material realms. I think it was part of a larger farm, but I can't recall for certain."
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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.
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Felix sighs. "One down..." He whispers, not even a hint of satisfaction or victory in his voice.
*Ragnorra. The Mother of Monsters. She's a living comet made of flesh that embodies positive energy and causes rapid mutations in all living things around her. We did discuss that Helianth could be a creation of this particular Elder Evil, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I didn't even think of that- that's perfect, thank you! Well, perfect for us. For Helianth and the others... well, we'll see.*
The crooked god appears in a landscape far, far away from the Autumn Country, still clutching its head in pain as its other flowers look around. Everything as far as its metaphorical eyes can see is composed of living material. Blankets of mold and bacterial growths stretch over an ever-shifting, pulsing landscape of ever-bleeding flesh dotted with twitching eyes, grasping limbs, gnashing teeth, and beating organs. The sky above is a kaleidoscopic aurora of shifting vibrant hues, and the 'land' around Helianth twists and warps in impossible ways. It wonders for a moment if it died and went to one of the Lower Planes, but this place doesn't look like any realm it knows of... except maybe...
Its thoughts are interrupted by pain shooting up from its roots and into its entire being, causing the god-eater to collapse to the bloody ground beneath it. Its sight is a rainbow inferno, its hearing a deafening throb, its taste bombarded with flavors indescribable. It looks down at one of its arms and watches in horror and curiosity as its roots and veins and mycelium writhe like worms, its own body beyond its control, and warp themselves into terrifying new configurations. The writhing spreads, the sunflower being slowly unraveled and reassembled. "What... what is this place?! Where am I!?" It manages to shout out, mostly to itself. But something hears it. A voice it hasn't heard in nine hundred and seventy-three years, and yet recalls hearing before immediately, whispers inside its mind in a warm tone.
"Welcome home, child."
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)
*Brilliant! Spectacular! Horrifying!*
*I kinda want to bring in some of my own abominations, but I have too many OP characters already, I think.*
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- I really wanted to see just how unnerving I could make the landscape look.*
*I'd love to see some more of your horrible little angels, but yeah, there's a lot of very powerful characters on the board already. If you want, you can play as Ragnorra for while they're around!*
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)
*Hmmm... Ragnorra isn't my style. She's sort of dreamy and floaty, wildly intelligent but not truly conscious. She wants to "fix" the mistakes of the gods, and is immune to divine power as a rule.*
*I could bring in another rendition of Szerucharz. A much weaker version, of course.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds great! Szeru is an incredible character, and I feel like they'd fit really well with the setting.*
*Alrighty, then I'll take the reins for playing Ragnorra. I'm not the most familiar with writing interactions between two characters where I'm in control of both, but I'll try my best! Would you like a turn playing Helianth, then? Either way works with 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)
*I'm glad you feel that way! He was actually here before, but that's listed as the "Pre-Insanity Arc" in his backstory, so now we'd probably be in "Insanity, Pre-Elder Evil." I might make him a Giant in nature, too. That could be interesting.*
*Hmmm... You know what? I'll play Ragnorra for you. Because you're my webkinz-style-adopted sister and I love you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I somewhat remember him being here before, and I kinda wondered what happened to him. I can't wait to see how you bring him back!*
*Thank you, that sounds fun! I love you too, bro! I gtg for a little while, but once I'm back we can continue with Helianth's misadventure! See ya then!*
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 have been summoned once again! Wouldst thou like to continue?*
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)
*Sure! But I have a new tavern now that I must keep track of.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I saw, and it looks super cool! I'm definitely going to make a character for it once I have an idea. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
The crooked god eater continues to unravel on the surface of Ragnorra, attempting to look around for an opportunity to flee even though there's nowhere to flee to. It's panicking. "What is this place? Who are you?!" It rasps, thankfully still maintaining its ability to speak despite the active mutations- at least, for now.
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 hears a faint, tuneless humming. The ghoul parts of its body begin to crumble and shatter.
"Let's get that off of you... Oh, you're a spitting image, aren't you? Momma's little baby... Do you have a name yet, dear?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is more confused and frightened than anything else, though it's starting to wonder if it somehow knows this voice from somewhere. "My- my name is Helianth... what... what is happening?"
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)
"You've been gone so long... what? Oh... you're lost..."
The ground beneath Helianth bursts open with vile limbs, grasping onto it and holding it up, merging and unmerging into Helianth's body, form becoming liquid (think like an AI-generated video).
"You're safe now... here... in the Skin of the World..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked star-eater is stunned for a while from the sensation of melting and reforming and melting again. Even though whatever anatomy allowed it to physically speak has been warped beyond recognition, it responds to their words via telepathy. "The Skin of the World... wait, this is... are you?..." Suddenly, it clicks, and the god eater understands who it's talking with. "I... I saw you leave as soon as I awakened and you... you gave me my hunger. I had no idea what was happening... where were 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)
"They carved me up dear... like some science project... But I gave you your hunger before I died, at least... And now you're here... Where were you?"
Helianth begins to be pulled down into the pit of molten biology, partway being dragged, halfway sliding to the core of the comet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I had no idea... I'm terribly sorry about that." It knows that it's in no state where it's able to escape, but she doesn't seem to be hostile, at least... maybe, it thinks to itself, it can get back to the Autumn Country. "I spent a long time traveling, indulging my hunger for starlight. I actually managed to consume multiple stars with some help from... from a friend. Alas, I lost that power when I made a grave mistake, and have been working on regaining it since."
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)
"Oh... I'm sorry..." A tendril of flesh mashes into one of Helianth's heads. She seems to be trying to feed it. "..." The thing rumbles softly, pulsing to a familiar, comforting, erratic heartbeat. "Where were you?" she asks again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Y- yes, unfortunately I can only consume light and some liquids, now that my... borrowed components are gone." It recognizes that erratic heartbeat almost immediately, hearing some part of its lingering curse within it react to the sound. "When I first awoke, I was in a large field of sunflowers on one of the Material realms. I think it was part of a larger farm, but I can't recall for certain."
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!*
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.