*I'm sorry that happened- I hope she's doing okay now. And I do have the time! What characters would you like?*
*She's doing better, fortunately. I need to get some food in her.*
*How about Adeline and Helianth?*
*That's good- happy to hear she's faring better.*
*Sure! Would you be up for having Adeline and Piecemeal meet up again? It's been a while since the two have seen each other.*
The god-eating flower has successfully moved the Starshredder away from Ragnorra's impact site, though it had to be quick about it. The bio-tech ship has found a new perch in the corrupted corn fields from whence it came, and its pilot is working on something inside, cobbling together a device from machine parts and what scraps of its own form contain any lingering sparks of divine magic.
Adeline is perched on a high-up branch, pocketing the bones from what was left of that ghoul's arm, and cleaning the blood from her mouth with a cloth. How she managed to get up to such a place is anyone's guess, but it doesn't seem like she's in any danger of falling, her balance remaining almost unusually steady for one who climbs trees as rarely as she does.
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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)
*Sure! Would you be up for having Adeline and Piecemeal meet up again? It's been a while since the two have seen each other.*
The god-eating flower has successfully moved the Starshredder away from Ragnorra's impact site, though it had to be quick about it. The bio-tech ship has found a new perch in the corrupted corn fields from whence it came, and its pilot is working on something inside, cobbling together a device from machine parts and what scraps of its own form contain any lingering sparks of divine magic.
Adeline is perched on a high-up branch, pocketing the bones from what was left of that ghoul's arm, and cleaning the blood from her mouth with a cloth. How she managed to get up to such a place is anyone's guess, but it doesn't seem like she's in any danger of falling, her balance remaining almost unusually steady for one who climbs trees as rarely as she does.
*Sure! I've been thinking about him lately. I wish I had written down more notes for him, honestly.* Both hear a strugel, but each a different one.
The great sunflower, if it can even be called that, hears the sounds of a flute being played, a revelrous tune. A small critter in what looks like a homeless man's attempt at stitching together priestly robes stands outside, playing an instrument made out of what might have been a bone at one point. His clothes are warm and cover his entire body sans his face, upon which he wears a smiling mask with slits for eyes and Xs on the mouth. His mask has been pushed out of the way so he can play the flute, so his eyes aren't visible.
Adeline hears the crackling of flames as The Devil Child piles more wood onto a massive bonfire. He dances along the edge with his inexhaustible reserves, tipping his hat to Adeline if she looks over.
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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.
*Sure! Would you be up for having Adeline and Piecemeal meet up again? It's been a while since the two have seen each other.*
The god-eating flower has successfully moved the Starshredder away from Ragnorra's impact site, though it had to be quick about it. The bio-tech ship has found a new perch in the corrupted corn fields from whence it came, and its pilot is working on something inside, cobbling together a device from machine parts and what scraps of its own form contain any lingering sparks of divine magic.
Adeline is perched on a high-up branch, pocketing the bones from what was left of that ghoul's arm, and cleaning the blood from her mouth with a cloth. How she managed to get up to such a place is anyone's guess, but it doesn't seem like she's in any danger of falling, her balance remaining almost unusually steady for one who climbs trees as rarely as she does.
*Sure! I've been thinking about him lately. I wish I had written down more notes for him, honestly.* Both hear a strugel, but each a different one.
The great sunflower, if it can even be called that, hears the sounds of a flute being played, a revelrous tune. A small critter in what looks like a homeless man's attempt at stitching together priestly robes stands outside, playing an instrument made out of what might have been a bone at one point. His clothes are warm and cover his entire body sans his face, upon which he wears a smiling mask with slits for eyes and Xs on the mouth. His mask has been pushed out of the way so he can play the flute, so his eyes aren't visible.
Adeline hears the crackling of flames as The Devil Child piles more wood onto a massive bonfire. He dances along the edge with his inexhaustible reserves, tipping his hat to Adeline if she looks over.
The crooked glutton hears their song and is immediately intrigued, hiding its in-progress machine within a storage container before it slithers out through one of the ship's windows and goes over to investigate. "Greetings, traveler. What brings you all the way out here?"
Adeline nods in response, hopping down from the branch and landing on her feet with an abnormal lightness that it seems she isn't used to, as she stumbles a bit when touching the ground. "Piecemeal, you're back! It's good to see you again. How have you been?" She starts, helping pile wood onto the pyre.
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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)
*Sure! I've been thinking about him lately. I wish I had written down more notes for him, honestly.* Both hear a strugel, but each a different one.
The great sunflower, if it can even be called that, hears the sounds of a flute being played, a revelrous tune. A small critter in what looks like a homeless man's attempt at stitching together priestly robes stands outside, playing an instrument made out of what might have been a bone at one point. His clothes are warm and cover his entire body sans his face, upon which he wears a smiling mask with slits for eyes and Xs on the mouth. His mask has been pushed out of the way so he can play the flute, so his eyes aren't visible.
Adeline hears the crackling of flames as The Devil Child piles more wood onto a massive bonfire. He dances along the edge with his inexhaustible reserves, tipping his hat to Adeline if she looks over.
The crooked glutton hears their song and is immediately intrigued, hiding its in-progress machine within a storage container before it slithers out through one of the ship's windows and goes over to investigate. "Greetings, traveler. What brings you all the way out here?"
Adeline nods in response, hopping down from the branch and landing on her feet with an abnormal lightness that it seems she isn't used to, as she stumbles a bit when touching the ground. "Piecemeal, you're back! It's good to see you again. How have you been?" She starts, helping pile wood onto the pyre.
The little priest stops their song and pushes their mask back in place. They have wide, pale eyes with glowing irises, long lashes, and tiny, constricted pupils. "Hark!" He cries, "I have prayed for decades for a sign from below, and I have finally been called! For I am Typhon, Pontiff of Fear and Hunger! I have come to do you proud in the name of my Lord!" He bows and begins to catch his breath. "Was that good?"
He does a few steps back from her as she lands, before approaching again. "Adeline! I've been quite well!" He tilts his head, tapping his toes. "You seem to be a bit down on your luck, though."
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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.
*Sure! I've been thinking about him lately. I wish I had written down more notes for him, honestly.* Both hear a strugel, but each a different one.
The great sunflower, if it can even be called that, hears the sounds of a flute being played, a revelrous tune. A small critter in what looks like a homeless man's attempt at stitching together priestly robes stands outside, playing an instrument made out of what might have been a bone at one point. His clothes are warm and cover his entire body sans his face, upon which he wears a smiling mask with slits for eyes and Xs on the mouth. His mask has been pushed out of the way so he can play the flute, so his eyes aren't visible.
Adeline hears the crackling of flames as The Devil Child piles more wood onto a massive bonfire. He dances along the edge with his inexhaustible reserves, tipping his hat to Adeline if she looks over.
The crooked glutton hears their song and is immediately intrigued, hiding its in-progress machine within a storage container before it slithers out through one of the ship's windows and goes over to investigate. "Greetings, traveler. What brings you all the way out here?"
Adeline nods in response, hopping down from the branch and landing on her feet with an abnormal lightness that it seems she isn't used to, as she stumbles a bit when touching the ground. "Piecemeal, you're back! It's good to see you again. How have you been?" She starts, helping pile wood onto the pyre.
The little priest stops their song and pushes their mask back in place. They have wide, pale eyes with glowing irises, long lashes, and tiny, constricted pupils. "Hark!" He cries, "I have prayed for decades for a sign from below, and I have finally been called! For I am Typhon, Pontiff of Fear and Hunger! I have come to do you proud in the name of my Lord!" He bows and begins to catch his breath. "Was that good?"
He does a few steps back from her as she lands, before approaching again. "Adeline! I've been quite well!" He tilts his head, tapping his toes. "You seem to be a bit down on your luck, though."
*Thank you for your patience!*
The god-eater seems pleased by this explanation, its maddened flames dimming slightly. The bone-beasts that surround its ship are all ablaze with a similar orange-yellow fire, waiting impatiently for some signal from Helianth that never arrives. "Welcome, Typhon- that was very good. I assume you already know who I am, then?" It moves its way around to the entrance of the Starshredder, still watching him.
"Good to hear you're doing well." She responds, her fanged smile widening a touch as she sets another log onto the fire. "I guess I have been a little down on my luck, yeah. It's been... an eventful last few weeks."
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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 little priest stops their song and pushes their mask back in place. They have wide, pale eyes with glowing irises, long lashes, and tiny, constricted pupils. "Hark!" He cries, "I have prayed for decades for a sign from below, and I have finally been called! For I am Typhon, Pontiff of Fear and Hunger! I have come to do you proud in the name of my Lord!" He bows and begins to catch his breath. "Was that good?"
He does a few steps back from her as she lands, before approaching again. "Adeline! I've been quite well!" He tilts his head, tapping his toes. "You seem to be a bit down on your luck, though."
*Thank you for your patience!*
The god-eater seems pleased by this explanation, its maddened flames dimming slightly. The bone-beasts that surround its ship are all ablaze with a similar orange-yellow fire, waiting impatiently for some signal from Helianth that never arrives. "Welcome, Typhon- that was very good. I assume you already know who I am, then?" It moves its way around to the entrance of the Starshredder, still watching him.
"Good to hear you're doing well." She responds, her fanged smile widening a touch as she sets another log onto the fire. "I guess I have been a little down on my luck, yeah. It's been... an eventful last few weeks."
*Morning! Oh, I had dream last night that might be interesting to implement. In my dream, Helianth had used a mix of divine and sympathetic magic (with the severed arm as a focus) to tether its soul to his, so after it defeated Ragnorra it was able to reclaim his soul, mangled as it was.*
"I think so. Szerucharz told me that you were here and you needed some help, then gave a description and name. It was Heliantha, right? Like a sunflower, but you remove the end sound?" He looks at the bonebeasts. "These guys look kinda familiar."
"Definitely feels like it. The Sugarplum Court stopped sending hunters because it was so bad." He gestures with his paws and the flames grow higher. "You seem to be very... fey-ish now."
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The god-eater seems pleased by this explanation, its maddened flames dimming slightly. The bone-beasts that surround its ship are all ablaze with a similar orange-yellow fire, waiting impatiently for some signal from Helianth that never arrives. "Welcome, Typhon- that was very good. I assume you already know who I am, then?" It moves its way around to the entrance of the Starshredder, still watching him.
"Good to hear you're doing well." She responds, her fanged smile widening a touch as she sets another log onto the fire. "I guess I have been a little down on my luck, yeah. It's been... an eventful last few weeks."
*Morning! Oh, I had dream last night that might be interesting to implement. In my dream, Helianth had used a mix of divine and sympathetic magic (with the severed arm as a focus) to tether its soul to his, so after it defeated Ragnorra it was able to reclaim his soul, mangled as it was.*
"I think so. Szerucharz told me that you were here and you needed some help, then gave a description and name. It was Heliantha, right? Like a sunflower, but you remove the end sound?" He looks at the bonebeasts. "These guys look kinda familiar."
"Definitely feels like it. The Sugarplum Court stopped sending hunters because it was so bad." He gestures with his paws and the flames grow higher. "You seem to be very... fey-ish now."
*Goooooood morning! That sounds like a really fun idea to implement- I wonder how Helianth would react seeing just how warped Felix's soul would be in the aftermath...*
"Very close- it's just Helianth- but all the rest is correct." It looks towards the bone-beasts as well, which are all shuddering in anticipation for the order to tear something apart. "Ah yes, these guys were a gift from a visiting lord- an olive branch of sorts. The fiery enhancements were of my design." It activates some mechanism, and the doors to the Starshredder open with a hiss of hydraulics. "It's rather cold out... how about we head inside? We have much to discuss."
Her smile drops a bit as she thinks. "Yes, my condition has been... developing still. I'm still not sure how to feel about this all." She pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, taking a moment to warm up by the bonfire before continuing her work. "Heh, I really do take after my mother." She tries to crack a smile.
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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)
*Morning! Oh, I had dream last night that might be interesting to implement. In my dream, Helianth had used a mix of divine and sympathetic magic (with the severed arm as a focus) to tether its soul to his, so after it defeated Ragnorra it was able to reclaim his soul, mangled as it was.*
"I think so. Szerucharz told me that you were here and you needed some help, then gave a description and name. It was Heliantha, right? Like a sunflower, but you remove the end sound?" He looks at the bonebeasts. "These guys look kinda familiar."
"Definitely feels like it. The Sugarplum Court stopped sending hunters because it was so bad." He gestures with his paws and the flames grow higher. "You seem to be very... fey-ish now."
*Goooooood morning! That sounds like a really fun idea to implement- I wonder how Helianth would react seeing just how warped Felix's soul would be in the aftermath...*
"Very close- it's just Helianth- but all the rest is correct." It looks towards the bone-beasts as well, which are all shuddering in anticipation for the order to tear something apart. "Ah yes, these guys were a gift from a visiting lord- an olive branch of sorts. The fiery enhancements were of my design." It activates some mechanism, and the doors to the Starshredder open with a hiss of hydraulics. "It's rather cold out... how about we head inside? We have much to discuss."
Her smile drops a bit as she thinks. "Yes, my condition has been... developing still. I'm still not sure how to feel about this all." She pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, taking a moment to warm up by the bonfire before continuing her work. "Heh, I really do take after my mother." She tries to crack a smile.
He nods gratefully. "I'm not allowed in most buildings, and I cant make any more mud huts in this weather. I haven't had shelter for about a month." He heads inside, looking around at the eldritch bio-machinery around him. "Wow, you did a good job with this stuff. I mean, you've bypassed all the automated systems and this thing won't be jam-worthy for months given the current damage, but for someone who didn't know what they were looking at this is incredible!"
He tilts his head, then pushes her shawl apart a little bit. "Let the warm air in. You'll heat up faster this way." He sits down beside her. "Why do you think that is? She's certainly not your biological mother."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goooooood morning! That sounds like a really fun idea to implement- I wonder how Helianth would react seeing just how warped Felix's soul would be in the aftermath...*
"Very close- it's just Helianth- but all the rest is correct." It looks towards the bone-beasts as well, which are all shuddering in anticipation for the order to tear something apart. "Ah yes, these guys were a gift from a visiting lord- an olive branch of sorts. The fiery enhancements were of my design." It activates some mechanism, and the doors to the Starshredder open with a hiss of hydraulics. "It's rather cold out... how about we head inside? We have much to discuss."
Her smile drops a bit as she thinks. "Yes, my condition has been... developing still. I'm still not sure how to feel about this all." She pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, taking a moment to warm up by the bonfire before continuing her work. "Heh, I really do take after my mother." She tries to crack a smile.
He nods gratefully. "I'm not allowed in most buildings, and I cant make any more mud huts in this weather. I haven't had shelter for about a month." He heads inside, looking around at the eldritch bio-machinery around him. "Wow, you did a good job with this stuff. I mean, you've bypassed all the automated systems and this thing won't be jam-worthy for months given the current damage, but for someone who didn't know what they were looking at this is incredible!"
He tilts his head, then pushes her shawl apart a little bit. "Let the warm air in. You'll heat up faster this way." He sits down beside her. "Why do you think that is? She's certainly not your biological mother."
It follows him inside, closing the doors behind them. "Why thank you. I had some help from an old friend patching this up- if you think this damage is bad, you should have seen the state we found it in!" It laughs a bit to itself, but there's a hint of sadness to the sound. "Any ally of mine is always welcome here. The kitchen, medical ward, and the star extractor controls are all on the right side of this hall. The sleeping quarters and study are to the left. Downstairs is the storage deck, upstairs is the helm and the upper deck." It points to the doors as it mentions them with a crooked claw.
"Oh, thanks- guess I was too focused on keeping the heat in." She moves a touch closer to the warmth, her eyes focused on the bonfire. "My best guess is that whatever magic is causing these changes latched onto her gift-" She gestures to her feather-like antennae. "-and is basing the changes off of her magic- and therefore, her, to an extent."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods gratefully. "I'm not allowed in most buildings, and I cant make any more mud huts in this weather. I haven't had shelter for about a month." He heads inside, looking around at the eldritch bio-machinery around him. "Wow, you did a good job with this stuff. I mean, you've bypassed all the automated systems and this thing won't be jam-worthy for months given the current damage, but for someone who didn't know what they were looking at this is incredible!"
He tilts his head, then pushes her shawl apart a little bit. "Let the warm air in. You'll heat up faster this way." He sits down beside her. "Why do you think that is? She's certainly not your biological mother."
It follows him inside, closing the doors behind them. "Why thank you. I had some help from an old friend patching this up- if you think this damage is bad, you should have seen the state we found it in!" It laughs a bit to itself, but there's a hint of sadness to the sound. "Any ally of mine is always welcome here. The kitchen, medical ward, and the star extractor controls are all on the right side of this hall. The sleeping quarters and study are to the left. Downstairs is the storage deck, upstairs is the helm and the upper deck." It points to the doors as it mentions them with a crooked claw.
"Oh, thanks- guess I was too focused on keeping the heat in." She moves a touch closer to the warmth, her eyes focused on the bonfire. "My best guess is that whatever magic is causing these changes latched onto her gift-" She gestures to her feather-like antennae. "-and is basing the changes off of her magic- and therefore, her, to an extent."
He nods, scurrying into each room it mentions before running back. He's much faster than most strugels, and Helianth notices a small but important detail: he may look as large as a regular stoatfolk, but he's wearing extremely heavy clothing. He must be rail-thin under that cloak. When he comes back from the upper deck, he's rubbing his paws together, standing closer to Helianth than usual. "I notice the weapons systems are in pretty bad shape. Most of the parts are there, though, so I could pull them out and make them into hand-held weapons. I couldn't carry them, but you might be able to. That sound good, Boss?"
"What was her gift, anyway?" He casually reaches up to touch one of her antennae, before drawing back as if he just realized what he was doing.
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It follows him inside, closing the doors behind them. "Why thank you. I had some help from an old friend patching this up- if you think this damage is bad, you should have seen the state we found it in!" It laughs a bit to itself, but there's a hint of sadness to the sound. "Any ally of mine is always welcome here. The kitchen, medical ward, and the star extractor controls are all on the right side of this hall. The sleeping quarters and study are to the left. Downstairs is the storage deck, upstairs is the helm and the upper deck." It points to the doors as it mentions them with a crooked claw.
"Oh, thanks- guess I was too focused on keeping the heat in." She moves a touch closer to the warmth, her eyes focused on the bonfire. "My best guess is that whatever magic is causing these changes latched onto her gift-" She gestures to her feather-like antennae. "-and is basing the changes off of her magic- and therefore, her, to an extent."
He nods, scurrying into each room it mentions before running back. He's much faster than most strugels, and Helianth notices a small but important detail: he may look as large as a regular stoatfolk, but he's wearing extremely heavy clothing. He must be rail-thin under that cloak. When he comes back from the upper deck, he's rubbing his paws together, standing closer to Helianth than usual. "I notice the weapons systems are in pretty bad shape. Most of the parts are there, though, so I could pull them out and make them into hand-held weapons. I couldn't carry them, but you might be able to. That sound good, Boss?"
"What was her gift, anyway?" He casually reaches up to touch one of her antennae, before drawing back as if he just realized what he was doing.
It seems to light up a bit more at an idea it has. "That works wonderfully, thank you. Oh, and I had an idea for something we could complete using those parts." It retreats to its study for a moment, removing the decorative cloth and lamp on top of a storage container and opening it to retrieve a strange device. The mechanism looks like some kind of biomechanical rifle, with a glowing orange-yellow light at its core- despite the size of such a weapon, Helianth could likely hold it in one hand. "I tried to create a smaller, handheld version of my star extractor to deal with that Ravenous Flame, but it's still missing some pieces. Would you like to help me finish it?"
"Her gift was these antennae, and an enchantment on my eyes. I can sense creatures nearby without needing to see them because of it- she wanted to keep me safe." The nymph explains, managing to look away from the fire and back at him.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods, scurrying into each room it mentions before running back. He's much faster than most strugels, and Helianth notices a small but important detail: he may look as large as a regular stoatfolk, but he's wearing extremely heavy clothing. He must be rail-thin under that cloak. When he comes back from the upper deck, he's rubbing his paws together, standing closer to Helianth than usual. "I notice the weapons systems are in pretty bad shape. Most of the parts are there, though, so I could pull them out and make them into hand-held weapons. I couldn't carry them, but you might be able to. That sound good, Boss?"
"What was her gift, anyway?" He casually reaches up to touch one of her antennae, before drawing back as if he just realized what he was doing.
It seems to light up a bit more at an idea it has. "That works wonderfully, thank you. Oh, and I had an idea for something we could complete using those parts." It retreats to its study for a moment, removing the decorative cloth and lamp on top of a storage container and opening it to retrieve a strange device. The mechanism looks like some kind of biomechanical rifle, with a glowing orange-yellow light at its core- despite the size of such a weapon, Helianth could likely hold it in one hand. "I tried to create a smaller, handheld version of my star extractor to deal with that Ravenous Flame, but it's still missing some pieces. Would you like to help me finish it?"
"Her gift was these antennae, and an enchantment on my eyes. I can sense creatures nearby without needing to see them because of it- she wanted to keep me safe." The nymph explains, managing to look away from the fire and back at him.
"Boy, would I!" He does a little hop. "That thing is pretty dangerous. I'm not surprised that it needs a specialized weapon to kill. I threw a rock at it once. The rock vaporized before it hit the thing." He shakes his head. "Really glad you're letting me help with this."
He nods, then puts a paw on her cheek. "A noble goal." He turns her face back toward the fire. "How have you been? I know it's bad, but it might help to talk about it."
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*(tap dance)*
*Someone messed with my bio sister, so I'm a bit frustrated at this second. I would like to RP, if you have the time*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*(rapidly-accelerating spinning)*
*I'm sorry that happened- I hope she's doing okay now. And I do have the time! What characters would you like?*
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)
*She's doing better, fortunately. I need to get some food in her.*
*How about Adeline and Helianth?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That's good- happy to hear she's faring better.*
*Sure! Would you be up for having Adeline and Piecemeal meet up again? It's been a while since the two have seen each other.*
The god-eating flower has successfully moved the Starshredder away from Ragnorra's impact site, though it had to be quick about it. The bio-tech ship has found a new perch in the corrupted corn fields from whence it came, and its pilot is working on something inside, cobbling together a device from machine parts and what scraps of its own form contain any lingering sparks of divine magic.
Adeline is perched on a high-up branch, pocketing the bones from what was left of that ghoul's arm, and cleaning the blood from her mouth with a cloth. How she managed to get up to such a place is anyone's guess, but it doesn't seem like she's in any danger of falling, her balance remaining almost unusually steady for one who climbs trees as rarely as she does.
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! I've been thinking about him lately. I wish I had written down more notes for him, honestly.* Both hear a strugel, but each a different one.
The great sunflower, if it can even be called that, hears the sounds of a flute being played, a revelrous tune. A small critter in what looks like a homeless man's attempt at stitching together priestly robes stands outside, playing an instrument made out of what might have been a bone at one point. His clothes are warm and cover his entire body sans his face, upon which he wears a smiling mask with slits for eyes and Xs on the mouth. His mask has been pushed out of the way so he can play the flute, so his eyes aren't visible.
Adeline hears the crackling of flames as The Devil Child piles more wood onto a massive bonfire. He dances along the edge with his inexhaustible reserves, tipping his hat to Adeline if she looks over.
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 glutton hears their song and is immediately intrigued, hiding its in-progress machine within a storage container before it slithers out through one of the ship's windows and goes over to investigate. "Greetings, traveler. What brings you all the way out here?"
Adeline nods in response, hopping down from the branch and landing on her feet with an abnormal lightness that it seems she isn't used to, as she stumbles a bit when touching the ground. "Piecemeal, you're back! It's good to see you again. How have you been?" She starts, helping pile wood onto the pyre.
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)
*Hold up, my boyfriend is calling*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Arright, you still here?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yep! However I might be somewhat slow to respond for a little while.*
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)
*All good! Thank you for waiting for me!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The little priest stops their song and pushes their mask back in place. They have wide, pale eyes with glowing irises, long lashes, and tiny, constricted pupils. "Hark!" He cries, "I have prayed for decades for a sign from below, and I have finally been called! For I am Typhon, Pontiff of Fear and Hunger! I have come to do you proud in the name of my Lord!" He bows and begins to catch his breath. "Was that good?"
He does a few steps back from her as she lands, before approaching again. "Adeline! I've been quite well!" He tilts his head, tapping his toes. "You seem to be a bit down on your luck, though."
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 for your patience!*
The god-eater seems pleased by this explanation, its maddened flames dimming slightly. The bone-beasts that surround its ship are all ablaze with a similar orange-yellow fire, waiting impatiently for some signal from Helianth that never arrives. "Welcome, Typhon- that was very good. I assume you already know who I am, then?" It moves its way around to the entrance of the Starshredder, still watching him.
"Good to hear you're doing well." She responds, her fanged smile widening a touch as she sets another log onto the fire. "I guess I have been a little down on my luck, yeah. It's been... an eventful last few weeks."
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)
*Morning! Oh, I had dream last night that might be interesting to implement. In my dream, Helianth had used a mix of divine and sympathetic magic (with the severed arm as a focus) to tether its soul to his, so after it defeated Ragnorra it was able to reclaim his soul, mangled as it was.*
"I think so. Szerucharz told me that you were here and you needed some help, then gave a description and name. It was Heliantha, right? Like a sunflower, but you remove the end sound?" He looks at the bonebeasts. "These guys look kinda familiar."
"Definitely feels like it. The Sugarplum Court stopped sending hunters because it was so bad." He gestures with his paws and the flames grow higher. "You seem to be very... fey-ish now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the emmisarry of lichen is wandering the pumpkins feilds
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves
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*Goooooood morning! That sounds like a really fun idea to implement- I wonder how Helianth would react seeing just how warped Felix's soul would be in the aftermath...*
"Very close- it's just Helianth- but all the rest is correct." It looks towards the bone-beasts as well, which are all shuddering in anticipation for the order to tear something apart. "Ah yes, these guys were a gift from a visiting lord- an olive branch of sorts. The fiery enhancements were of my design." It activates some mechanism, and the doors to the Starshredder open with a hiss of hydraulics. "It's rather cold out... how about we head inside? We have much to discuss."
Her smile drops a bit as she thinks. "Yes, my condition has been... developing still. I'm still not sure how to feel about this all." She pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, taking a moment to warm up by the bonfire before continuing her work. "Heh, I really do take after my mother." She tries to crack a smile.
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 nods gratefully. "I'm not allowed in most buildings, and I cant make any more mud huts in this weather. I haven't had shelter for about a month." He heads inside, looking around at the eldritch bio-machinery around him. "Wow, you did a good job with this stuff. I mean, you've bypassed all the automated systems and this thing won't be jam-worthy for months given the current damage, but for someone who didn't know what they were looking at this is incredible!"
He tilts his head, then pushes her shawl apart a little bit. "Let the warm air in. You'll heat up faster this way." He sits down beside her. "Why do you think that is? She's certainly not your biological mother."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It follows him inside, closing the doors behind them. "Why thank you. I had some help from an old friend patching this up- if you think this damage is bad, you should have seen the state we found it in!" It laughs a bit to itself, but there's a hint of sadness to the sound. "Any ally of mine is always welcome here. The kitchen, medical ward, and the star extractor controls are all on the right side of this hall. The sleeping quarters and study are to the left. Downstairs is the storage deck, upstairs is the helm and the upper deck." It points to the doors as it mentions them with a crooked claw.
"Oh, thanks- guess I was too focused on keeping the heat in." She moves a touch closer to the warmth, her eyes focused on the bonfire. "My best guess is that whatever magic is causing these changes latched onto her gift-" She gestures to her feather-like antennae. "-and is basing the changes off of her magic- and therefore, her, to an extent."
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 nods, scurrying into each room it mentions before running back. He's much faster than most strugels, and Helianth notices a small but important detail: he may look as large as a regular stoatfolk, but he's wearing extremely heavy clothing. He must be rail-thin under that cloak. When he comes back from the upper deck, he's rubbing his paws together, standing closer to Helianth than usual. "I notice the weapons systems are in pretty bad shape. Most of the parts are there, though, so I could pull them out and make them into hand-held weapons. I couldn't carry them, but you might be able to. That sound good, Boss?"
"What was her gift, anyway?" He casually reaches up to touch one of her antennae, before drawing back as if he just realized what he was doing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It seems to light up a bit more at an idea it has. "That works wonderfully, thank you. Oh, and I had an idea for something we could complete using those parts." It retreats to its study for a moment, removing the decorative cloth and lamp on top of a storage container and opening it to retrieve a strange device. The mechanism looks like some kind of biomechanical rifle, with a glowing orange-yellow light at its core- despite the size of such a weapon, Helianth could likely hold it in one hand. "I tried to create a smaller, handheld version of my star extractor to deal with that Ravenous Flame, but it's still missing some pieces. Would you like to help me finish it?"
"Her gift was these antennae, and an enchantment on my eyes. I can sense creatures nearby without needing to see them because of it- she wanted to keep me safe." The nymph explains, managing to look away from the fire and back at him.
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)
"Boy, would I!" He does a little hop. "That thing is pretty dangerous. I'm not surprised that it needs a specialized weapon to kill. I threw a rock at it once. The rock vaporized before it hit the thing." He shakes his head. "Really glad you're letting me help with this."
He nods, then puts a paw on her cheek. "A noble goal." He turns her face back toward the fire. "How have you been? I know it's bad, but it might help to talk about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.