*Hmm... Give me the ravenous flame... and... hm... one other of your choice.*
*He's actually intended to be who I want to be in the future, but with some significant traits from my current self, such as the sort of monster-punk and culinary horror elements.*
*I see, I see. Those kinds of characters are really fun- ones you put your whole soul into! I might try making a similarly self-based character too- your idea really inspired me.*
Another village, gone. Reduced to a smoldering crater of ash like a scar upon the very land itself, with the Ravenous Flame at its center, digesting its meal. It shrieks into the sky, a ritual that follows every successful decimation, before looking around itself to see what scraps might be left. The only sound here is the churning roar of the inferno.
Adeline is continuing to knit together her cocoon(?), the crocheted curio being around three-quarters of the way complete, humming as she works. She frequently pauses every minute or so to itch at her arms and her neck, which now have even more off-white fluff growing from. She knits in front of another of her campfires, taking in as much warmth as possible.
*Fabulous!*
From the dark, a large figure approaches, wearing some industrial-grade, mass-produced plate armor with a lot of colorful abstract art scrawled across it in thick, chipped paint. He wields a sword and shield, also painted over. He walks with confidence and purpose. "So, I heard you're hungry?" His voice has no heroic-ness to it whatsoever. It's soft and slow, and carries no power or justice.
The flames turn purple and rise, their temperature increasing almost tenfold. Goto and Piecemeal each dance around from the back of the fire. "Fun, right?" Cackles Piece. "Careful," Goto coughs "They won't go out without a cleric."
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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 see, I see. Those kinds of characters are really fun- ones you put your whole soul into! I might try making a similarly self-based character too- your idea really inspired me.*
Another village, gone. Reduced to a smoldering crater of ash like a scar upon the very land itself, with the Ravenous Flame at its center, digesting its meal. It shrieks into the sky, a ritual that follows every successful decimation, before looking around itself to see what scraps might be left. The only sound here is the churning roar of the inferno.
Adeline is continuing to knit together her cocoon(?), the crocheted curio being around three-quarters of the way complete, humming as she works. She frequently pauses every minute or so to itch at her arms and her neck, which now have even more off-white fluff growing from. She knits in front of another of her campfires, taking in as much warmth as possible.
*Fabulous!*
From the dark, a large figure approaches, wearing some industrial-grade, mass-produced plate armor with a lot of colorful abstract art scrawled across it in thick, chipped paint. He wields a sword and shield, also painted over. He walks with confidence and purpose. "So, I heard you're hungry?" His voice has no heroic-ness to it whatsoever. It's soft and slow, and carries no power or justice.
The flames turn purple and rise, their temperature increasing almost tenfold. Goto and Piecemeal each dance around from the back of the fire. "Fun, right?" Cackles Piece. "Careful," Goto coughs "They won't go out without a cleric."
The gargantuan blaze turns to address him, nine golden orbs of stolen starlight glaring back at him. "VERY HUNGRY..." It booms in response with a voice that makes the earth shiver. "MOST RUN AWAY...YOU'RE EITHER VERY BRAVE... OR VERY FOOLISH... I CAN"T TELL YET... " It creeps a bit closer- he can feel the temperature of the wavering air rising even more as it does.
Her eyes light up both literally from reflecting the glow of the violet bonfire and figuratively with wonder. "It's beautiful..." She mutters to herself, having to stop herself from slipping into a trance and reaching out towards the blaze. She decides to enjoy its warmth from a distance, unclasping her shawl and letting it hang on her shoulders to let the heat in.
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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)
From the dark, a large figure approaches, wearing some industrial-grade, mass-produced plate armor with a lot of colorful abstract art scrawled across it in thick, chipped paint. He wields a sword and shield, also painted over. He walks with confidence and purpose. "So, I heard you're hungry?" His voice has no heroic-ness to it whatsoever. It's soft and slow, and carries no power or justice.
The flames turn purple and rise, their temperature increasing almost tenfold. Goto and Piecemeal each dance around from the back of the fire. "Fun, right?" Cackles Piece. "Careful," Goto coughs "They won't go out without a cleric."
The gargantuan blaze turns to address him, nine golden orbs of stolen starlight glaring back at him. "VERY HUNGRY..." It booms in response with a voice that makes the earth shiver. "MOST RUN AWAY...YOU'RE EITHER VERY BRAVE... OR VERY FOOLISH... I CAN"T TELL YET... " It creeps a bit closer- he can feel the temperature of the wavering air rising even more as it does.
Her eyes light up both literally from reflecting the glow of the violet bonfire and figuratively with wonder. "It's beautiful..." She mutters to herself, having to stop herself from slipping into a trance and reaching out towards the blaze. She decides to enjoy its warmth from a distance, unclasping her shawl and letting it hang on her shoulders to let the heat in.
The paint quickly begins to blister and peel. "Me neither, really. It's all a matter of what I'm facing. I don't suppose that I could beat you in a fight, and I don't think you'd be able to hold an argument without it becoming one due to your hunger." He doesn't seem phased on the surface, but it can tell that he is filled with trepidation. "I mean, this sword isn't going to help me, and neither is this shield, and I doubt this armor will be anything other than some fancy plating (ha) for you. Really, I'd be better relying on stealth, but I'm not great at going unseen even without armor." He stretches casually, his tenseness making it difficult. "But I'm more interested in understanding you than anything else."
Goto places a mocha in her hands while Piecemeal polishes his weapon. "I hope this flame doesn't attract that monster. It makes a lot of smoke." Mutters the Witch King. The Devil Child laughs. "Pretty sure all of us could take it down pretty quickly, especially with Mother Moth."
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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 gargantuan blaze turns to address him, nine golden orbs of stolen starlight glaring back at him. "VERY HUNGRY..." It booms in response with a voice that makes the earth shiver. "MOST RUN AWAY...YOU'RE EITHER VERY BRAVE... OR VERY FOOLISH... I CAN"T TELL YET... " It creeps a bit closer- he can feel the temperature of the wavering air rising even more as it does.
Her eyes light up both literally from reflecting the glow of the violet bonfire and figuratively with wonder. "It's beautiful..." She mutters to herself, having to stop herself from slipping into a trance and reaching out towards the blaze. She decides to enjoy its warmth from a distance, unclasping her shawl and letting it hang on her shoulders to let the heat in.
The paint quickly begins to blister and peel. "Me neither, really. It's all a matter of what I'm facing. I don't suppose that I could beat you in a fight, and I don't think you'd be able to hold an argument without it becoming one due to your hunger." He doesn't seem phased on the surface, but it can tell that he is filled with trepidation. "I mean, this sword isn't going to help me, and neither is this shield, and I doubt this armor will be anything other than some fancy plating (ha) for you. Really, I'd be better relying on stealth, but I'm not great at going unseen even without armor." He stretches casually, his tenseness making it difficult. "But I'm more interested in understanding you than anything else."
Goto places a mocha in her hands while Piecemeal polishes his weapon. "I hope this flame doesn't attract that monster. It makes a lot of smoke." Mutters the Witch King. The Devil Child laughs. "Pretty sure all of us could take it down pretty quickly, especially with Mother Moth."
The ever-starving wildfire stares at him for a moment longer, like it's internally gauging whether or not to kill him, but then it speaks again. "VERY WELL... BUT I'M STILL HUNTING... YOU CAN ASK YOUR QUESTIONS IF YOU CAN KEEP PACE..." The inferno begins to move away from the smoldering remains of what was a village, burning up grass and dead leaves and other such flammable morsels in its path.
She thanks Goto before taking a small sip of the beverage, managing to pull her eyes away from the fire for a moment. "Even so, it would still cause damage wherever it touches. I just hope we never have to face that thing unless we're fully prepared."
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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 paint quickly begins to blister and peel. "Me neither, really. It's all a matter of what I'm facing. I don't suppose that I could beat you in a fight, and I don't think you'd be able to hold an argument without it becoming one due to your hunger." He doesn't seem phased on the surface, but it can tell that he is filled with trepidation. "I mean, this sword isn't going to help me, and neither is this shield, and I doubt this armor will be anything other than some fancy plating (ha) for you. Really, I'd be better relying on stealth, but I'm not great at going unseen even without armor." He stretches casually, his tenseness making it difficult. "But I'm more interested in understanding you than anything else."
Goto places a mocha in her hands while Piecemeal polishes his weapon. "I hope this flame doesn't attract that monster. It makes a lot of smoke." Mutters the Witch King. The Devil Child laughs. "Pretty sure all of us could take it down pretty quickly, especially with Mother Moth."
The ever-starving wildfire stares at him for a moment longer, like it's internally gauging whether or not to kill him, but then it speaks again. "VERY WELL... BUT I'M STILL HUNTING... YOU CAN ASK YOUR QUESTIONS IF YOU CAN KEEP PACE..." The inferno begins to move away from the smoldering remains of what was a village, burning up grass and dead leaves and other such flammable morsels in its path.
She thanks Goto before taking a small sip of the beverage, managing to pull her eyes away from the fire for a moment. "Even so, it would still cause damage wherever it touches. I just hope we never have to face that thing unless we're fully prepared."
He drops his armaments and walks alongside it, the metal armor heating up to a dull red as the paint burns black and flakes off. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does he doesn't care. "Well, I wanna start with a hard one: if you weren't hungry, what would you do?"
Piece nods. "Well, I guess. Plus, it might become immortal if it ate our curseflame, given its resilience." Goto sits, fiddling with his cauldron's handle as he stares out into the woods.
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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 ever-starving wildfire stares at him for a moment longer, like it's internally gauging whether or not to kill him, but then it speaks again. "VERY WELL... BUT I'M STILL HUNTING... YOU CAN ASK YOUR QUESTIONS IF YOU CAN KEEP PACE..." The inferno begins to move away from the smoldering remains of what was a village, burning up grass and dead leaves and other such flammable morsels in its path.
She thanks Goto before taking a small sip of the beverage, managing to pull her eyes away from the fire for a moment. "Even so, it would still cause damage wherever it touches. I just hope we never have to face that thing unless we're fully prepared."
He drops his armaments and walks alongside it, the metal armor heating up to a dull red as the paint burns black and flakes off. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does he doesn't care. "Well, I wanna start with a hard one: if you weren't hungry, what would you do?"
Piece nods. "Well, I guess. Plus, it might become immortal if it ate our curseflame, given its resilience." Goto sits, fiddling with his cauldron's handle as he stares out into the woods.
"IF I... WASN'T... HUNGRY?" It seems baffled by the very idea of that, as though it went against everything it's ever known. It is silent for a while as it thinks, charring the earth beneath it, until... "I WOULD HUNT DOWN ATTICUS... AND KILL HIM..." It decides, seeming very sure of its answer.
"It could become immortal? How powerful is this stuff?" She asks, quite surprised. She could sense that the curseflames' power was well beyond normal fire, but she hadn't possibly expected it could do that.
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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 drops his armaments and walks alongside it, the metal armor heating up to a dull red as the paint burns black and flakes off. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does he doesn't care. "Well, I wanna start with a hard one: if you weren't hungry, what would you do?"
Piece nods. "Well, I guess. Plus, it might become immortal if it ate our curseflame, given its resilience." Goto sits, fiddling with his cauldron's handle as he stares out into the woods.
"IF I... WASN'T... HUNGRY?" It seems baffled by the very idea of that, as though it went against everything it's ever known. It is silent for a while as it thinks, charring the earth beneath it, until... "I WOULD HUNT DOWN ATTICUS... AND KILL HIM..." It decides, seeming very sure of its answer.
"It could become immortal? How powerful is this stuff?" She asks, quite surprised. She could sense that the curseflames' power was well beyond normal fire, but she hadn't possibly expected it could do that.
"And after that?" He queries. He moves a bit closer, placing a palm to the cursed entity, his gauntlet melting off to reveal his red, damaged hands. "You need to have some bigger goals. Eating everything isn't... everything."
"It has a ludicrous amount of constantly recycling energy. It consumes almost no fuel and will theoretically burn forever as long as a Restoration spell of any sort isn't cast on it and it doesn't run out of fuel. It will ignite flesh as easily as wood, too." Goto explains. "It's as strong as we could make it." Comments Piecemeal.
He drops his armaments and walks alongside it, the metal armor heating up to a dull red as the paint burns black and flakes off. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does he doesn't care. "Well, I wanna start with a hard one: if you weren't hungry, what would you do?"
Piece nods. "Well, I guess. Plus, it might become immortal if it ate our curseflame, given its resilience." Goto sits, fiddling with his cauldron's handle as he stares out into the woods.
"IF I... WASN'T... HUNGRY?" It seems baffled by the very idea of that, as though it went against everything it's ever known. It is silent for a while as it thinks, charring the earth beneath it, until... "I WOULD HUNT DOWN ATTICUS... AND KILL HIM..." It decides, seeming very sure of its answer.
"It could become immortal? How powerful is this stuff?" She asks, quite surprised. She could sense that the curseflames' power was well beyond normal fire, but she hadn't possibly expected it could do that.
"And after that?" He queries. He moves a bit closer, placing a palm to the cursed entity, his gauntlet melting off to reveal his red, damaged hands. "You need to have some bigger goals. Eating everything isn't... everything."
"It has a ludicrous amount of constantly recycling energy. It consumes almost no fuel and will theoretically burn forever as long as a Restoration spell of any sort isn't cast on it and it doesn't run out of fuel. It will ignite flesh as easily as wood, too." Goto explains. "It's as strong as we could make it." Comments Piecemeal.
As he places his palm on the golden fire, he feels a searing pain shoot up his arm and a sharp migraine in the back of his head as the frenzying entity burns both his body and mind. He takes 8 fire damage and must succeed a DC 22 Intelligence save or take an extra 9 psychic damage. "...AFTER... THAT... I DON'T... KNOW..." It falls quiet again as it thinks of something.
"That's incredible! There's likely lots of uses for it- oh, it could even help keep everyone warm in these conditions, as it never goes out until it's dispelled!" She is in awe at the fire and at both of them for making it. "Maybe someday I'll be able to make something like this too."
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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)
"And after that?" He queries. He moves a bit closer, placing a palm to the cursed entity, his gauntlet melting off to reveal his red, damaged hands. "You need to have some bigger goals. Eating everything isn't... everything."
"It has a ludicrous amount of constantly recycling energy. It consumes almost no fuel and will theoretically burn forever as long as a Restoration spell of any sort isn't cast on it and it doesn't run out of fuel. It will ignite flesh as easily as wood, too." Goto explains. "It's as strong as we could make it." Comments Piecemeal.
As he places his palm on the golden fire, he feels a searing pain shoot up his arm and a sharp migraine in the back of his head as the frenzying entity burns both his body and mind. He takes 8 fire damage and must succeed a DC 22 Intelligence save or take an extra 9 psychic damage. "...AFTER... THAT... I DON'T... KNOW..." It falls quiet again as it thinks of something.
"That's incredible! There's likely lots of uses for it- oh, it could even help keep everyone warm in these conditions, as it never goes out until it's dispelled!" She is in awe at the fire and at both of them for making it. "Maybe someday I'll be able to make something like this too."
INT: 14 He seems unfazed by the damage as he gently pets the Ravenous Flame (another INT save: 19). "You don't have to worry about it just yet. But your hunger... does it hurt? I know I can't relieve your hunger, but I can help dull it."
"You will." Goto says matter-of-factly. Piecemeal looks at them. "Is that one of your special visions?" "No, but it is an eventuality." "...It is a strong possibility." "Are you a skeptic, little one?" Piecemeal goes quiet. "I heard you make good pies." "Yes. I boil them in starberry juice." "Could we have one? To share?" "...Of course." Goto's eyes smile as he stirs his steaming pot.
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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 haven't for a long while, but as of recently, yes!*
*Awesome! Would you please send me a friend request? I love talking with you and Discord is more convenient for conversation when you just wanna send a quick message. My username is baalzeboop, as would be expected/consistent of me.*
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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.
As he places his palm on the golden fire, he feels a searing pain shoot up his arm and a sharp migraine in the back of his head as the frenzying entity burns both his body and mind. He takes 8 fire damage and must succeed a DC 22 Intelligence save or take an extra 9 psychic damage. "...AFTER... THAT... I DON'T... KNOW..." It falls quiet again as it thinks of something.
"That's incredible! There's likely lots of uses for it- oh, it could even help keep everyone warm in these conditions, as it never goes out until it's dispelled!" She is in awe at the fire and at both of them for making it. "Maybe someday I'll be able to make something like this too."
INT: 14 He seems unfazed by the damage as he gently pets the Ravenous Flame (another INT save: 19). "You don't have to worry about it just yet. But your hunger... does it hurt? I know I can't relieve your hunger, but I can help dull it."
"You will." Goto says matter-of-factly. Piecemeal looks at them. "Is that one of your special visions?" "No, but it is an eventuality." "...It is a strong possibility." "Are you a skeptic, little one?" Piecemeal goes quiet. "I heard you make good pies." "Yes. I boil them in starberry juice." "Could we have one? To share?" "...Of course." Goto's eyes smile as he stirs his steaming pot.
Both saves fail, as he takes the full damage of both instances of touching this maddened inferno (another 10 fire and 12 psychic damage) "IT'S AGONY... EVERY WAKING MOMENT... IT GNAWS AT ME UNLESS I FEED IT SOMETHING ELSE..." It turns to face him, somewhat slowing in its blazing of a path of destruction. "...YOU CAN... HELP?.." Its radiant 'eyes', gleaming like suns, look at him skeptically.
Adeline smiles as well- both at this eventual increase in her skill and at the sound of starberry pie. And then she thinks of something, and a growing sense of worry creeps in. "...Goto? I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or if knowing will somehow subvert fate, but... in your visions... do I turn out okay?.. you don't... have to answer that if you don't want to."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I haven't for a long while, but as of recently, yes!*
*Awesome! Would you please send me a friend request? I love talking with you and Discord is more convenient for conversation when you just wanna send a quick message. My username is baalzeboop, as would be expected/consistent of me.*
*I just sent the request! I also love talking with you about stuff! My username is a_wandering_observer.*
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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)
INT: 14 He seems unfazed by the damage as he gently pets the Ravenous Flame (another INT save: 19). "You don't have to worry about it just yet. But your hunger... does it hurt? I know I can't relieve your hunger, but I can help dull it."
"You will." Goto says matter-of-factly. Piecemeal looks at them. "Is that one of your special visions?" "No, but it is an eventuality." "...It is a strong possibility." "Are you a skeptic, little one?" Piecemeal goes quiet. "I heard you make good pies." "Yes. I boil them in starberry juice." "Could we have one? To share?" "...Of course." Goto's eyes smile as he stirs his steaming pot.
Both saves fail, as he takes the full damage of both instances of touching this maddened inferno (another 10 fire and 12 psychic damage) "IT'S AGONY... EVERY WAKING MOMENT... IT GNAWS AT ME UNLESS I FEED IT SOMETHING ELSE..." It turns to face him, somewhat slowing in its blazing of a path of destruction. "...YOU CAN... HELP?.." Its radiant 'eyes', gleaming like suns, look at him skeptically.
Adeline smiles as well- both at this eventual increase in her skill and at the sound of starberry pie. And then she thinks of something, and a growing sense of worry creeps in. "...Goto? I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or if knowing will somehow subvert fate, but... in your visions... do I turn out okay?.. you don't... have to answer that if you don't want to."
The flames lick his flesh, running up his nerves, but dealing no damage to him for some unknown reason. "I can try." He casts a modified Greater Restoration on it, attempting to weaken the curse.
Goto is silent for a minute. He coughs. "I... I know this is selfish, but I only pay attention to visions that focus on myself. I filter out the rest. Visions can see someone at any time, regardless of whether they want that shown or not. It's a privacy issue." Piecemeal looks over and snorts. "That's weird. If I had that power, I'd spy on everyone. I'd never even tell them, but they'd know that I know everything." Goto shakes his head. "I've tried that, but most of the time I never learn anything useful. I just feel like a peeping tom, and I'm already a witch. That's bad enough."
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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.
Both saves fail, as he takes the full damage of both instances of touching this maddened inferno (another 10 fire and 12 psychic damage) "IT'S AGONY... EVERY WAKING MOMENT... IT GNAWS AT ME UNLESS I FEED IT SOMETHING ELSE..." It turns to face him, somewhat slowing in its blazing of a path of destruction. "...YOU CAN... HELP?.." Its radiant 'eyes', gleaming like suns, look at him skeptically.
Adeline smiles as well- both at this eventual increase in her skill and at the sound of starberry pie. And then she thinks of something, and a growing sense of worry creeps in. "...Goto? I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or if knowing will somehow subvert fate, but... in your visions... do I turn out okay?.. you don't... have to answer that if you don't want to."
The flames lick his flesh, running up his nerves, but dealing no damage to him for some unknown reason. "I can try." He casts a modified Greater Restoration on it, attempting to weaken the curse.
Goto is silent for a minute. He coughs. "I... I know this is selfish, but I only pay attention to visions that focus on myself. I filter out the rest. Visions can see someone at any time, regardless of whether they want that shown or not. It's a privacy issue." Piecemeal looks over and snorts. "That's weird. If I had that power, I'd spy on everyone. I'd never even tell them, but they'd know that I know everything." Goto shakes his head. "I've tried that, but most of the time I never learn anything useful. I just feel like a peeping tom, and I'm already a witch. That's bad enough."
It seems to moderately work, the golden flames relaxing and burning with less ferocious madness for a few moments... and then it starts up again. "...THAT... THAT WAS..." It fully stops for a moment, just shocked at feeling... not hungry. "...HOW DID YOU DO THAT?..."
Adeline seems satisfied with his answer, nodding in understanding. "I understand- I suppose it's a bit selfish of me as well to ask you about it. Thank you, Goto." She watches the flames for a moment, before thinking of something else. "...If I may ask, why would being a witch be a bad thing?" She seems genuinely curious.
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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 flames lick his flesh, running up his nerves, but dealing no damage to him for some unknown reason. "I can try." He casts a modified Greater Restoration on it, attempting to weaken the curse.
Goto is silent for a minute. He coughs. "I... I know this is selfish, but I only pay attention to visions that focus on myself. I filter out the rest. Visions can see someone at any time, regardless of whether they want that shown or not. It's a privacy issue." Piecemeal looks over and snorts. "That's weird. If I had that power, I'd spy on everyone. I'd never even tell them, but they'd know that I know everything." Goto shakes his head. "I've tried that, but most of the time I never learn anything useful. I just feel like a peeping tom, and I'm already a witch. That's bad enough."
It seems to moderately work, the golden flames relaxing and burning with less ferocious madness for a few moments... and then it starts up again. "...THAT... THAT WAS..." It fully stops for a moment, just shocked at feeling... not hungry. "...HOW DID YOU DO THAT?..."
Adeline seems satisfied with his answer, nodding in understanding. "I understand- I suppose it's a bit selfish of me as well to ask you about it. Thank you, Goto." She watches the flames for a moment, before thinking of something else. "...If I may ask, why would being a witch be a bad thing?" She seems genuinely curious.
"Restoration magic. It weakens curses and heals wounds. You have a hole in your stomach, in a sense, and for a moment, I sealed it. The more you eat, the bigger the hole gets. I've... suffered a similar fate. It took quite the focus to heal it, but the extra medium was destroyed." He looks into its 'eyes' as his helmet melts off. His face is ruined, his lips burned off and eyes hollow, embrous sockets. "I've met your kind before. I've eaten your kind before. They were bigger than you, and it didn't satiate me. It made the pain worse." He hugs the flames tight, rubbing his cheek against them. His armor melts into slag, revealing his wretched form. He looks as though he has endured centuries of torture and abuse, but hasn't died for one reason or another. All his wounds have teeth.
"People hate witches." Piecemeal responds with a deep laugh. "They burned my mother at the stake for being one." Goto nods. "It was originally a women's profession, but it evolved into what it is today by necessity. I was taught it to keep me alive when I was cursed."
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*Fabulous!*
From the dark, a large figure approaches, wearing some industrial-grade, mass-produced plate armor with a lot of colorful abstract art scrawled across it in thick, chipped paint. He wields a sword and shield, also painted over. He walks with confidence and purpose. "So, I heard you're hungry?" His voice has no heroic-ness to it whatsoever. It's soft and slow, and carries no power or justice.
The flames turn purple and rise, their temperature increasing almost tenfold. Goto and Piecemeal each dance around from the back of the fire. "Fun, right?" Cackles Piece. "Careful," Goto coughs "They won't go out without a cleric."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gargantuan blaze turns to address him, nine golden orbs of stolen starlight glaring back at him. "VERY HUNGRY..." It booms in response with a voice that makes the earth shiver. "MOST RUN AWAY... YOU'RE EITHER VERY BRAVE... OR VERY FOOLISH... I CAN"T TELL YET... " It creeps a bit closer- he can feel the temperature of the wavering air rising even more as it does.
Her eyes light up both literally from reflecting the glow of the violet bonfire and figuratively with wonder. "It's beautiful..." She mutters to herself, having to stop herself from slipping into a trance and reaching out towards the blaze. She decides to enjoy its warmth from a distance, unclasping her shawl and letting it hang on her shoulders to let the heat in.
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 paint quickly begins to blister and peel. "Me neither, really. It's all a matter of what I'm facing. I don't suppose that I could beat you in a fight, and I don't think you'd be able to hold an argument without it becoming one due to your hunger." He doesn't seem phased on the surface, but it can tell that he is filled with trepidation. "I mean, this sword isn't going to help me, and neither is this shield, and I doubt this armor will be anything other than some fancy plating (ha) for you. Really, I'd be better relying on stealth, but I'm not great at going unseen even without armor." He stretches casually, his tenseness making it difficult. "But I'm more interested in understanding you than anything else."
Goto places a mocha in her hands while Piecemeal polishes his weapon. "I hope this flame doesn't attract that monster. It makes a lot of smoke." Mutters the Witch King. The Devil Child laughs. "Pretty sure all of us could take it down pretty quickly, especially with Mother Moth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ever-starving wildfire stares at him for a moment longer, like it's internally gauging whether or not to kill him, but then it speaks again. "VERY WELL... BUT I'M STILL HUNTING... YOU CAN ASK YOUR QUESTIONS IF YOU CAN KEEP PACE..." The inferno begins to move away from the smoldering remains of what was a village, burning up grass and dead leaves and other such flammable morsels in its path.
She thanks Goto before taking a small sip of the beverage, managing to pull her eyes away from the fire for a moment. "Even so, it would still cause damage wherever it touches. I just hope we never have to face that thing unless we're fully prepared."
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 drops his armaments and walks alongside it, the metal armor heating up to a dull red as the paint burns black and flakes off. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does he doesn't care. "Well, I wanna start with a hard one: if you weren't hungry, what would you do?"
Piece nods. "Well, I guess. Plus, it might become immortal if it ate our curseflame, given its resilience." Goto sits, fiddling with his cauldron's handle as he stares out into the woods.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"IF I... WASN'T... HUNGRY?" It seems baffled by the very idea of that, as though it went against everything it's ever known. It is silent for a while as it thinks, charring the earth beneath it, until... "I WOULD HUNT DOWN ATTICUS... AND KILL HIM..." It decides, seeming very sure of its answer.
"It could become immortal? How powerful is this stuff?" She asks, quite surprised. She could sense that the curseflames' power was well beyond normal fire, but she hadn't possibly expected it could do that.
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)
"And after that?" He queries. He moves a bit closer, placing a palm to the cursed entity, his gauntlet melting off to reveal his red, damaged hands. "You need to have some bigger goals. Eating everything isn't... everything."
"It has a ludicrous amount of constantly recycling energy. It consumes almost no fuel and will theoretically burn forever as long as a Restoration spell of any sort isn't cast on it and it doesn't run out of fuel. It will ignite flesh as easily as wood, too." Goto explains. "It's as strong as we could make it." Comments Piecemeal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I gotta go in a bit, but I'll be back later*
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 places his palm on the golden fire, he feels a searing pain shoot up his arm and a sharp migraine in the back of his head as the frenzying entity burns both his body and mind. He takes 8 fire damage and must succeed a DC 22 Intelligence save or take an extra 9 psychic damage.
"...AFTER... THAT... I DON'T... KNOW..." It falls quiet again as it thinks of something.
"That's incredible! There's likely lots of uses for it- oh, it could even help keep everyone warm in these conditions, as it never goes out until it's dispelled!" She is in awe at the fire and at both of them for making it. "Maybe someday I'll be able to make something like this too."
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)
*Fare thee well, brother! I shall wait for thine return!*
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)
INT: 14
He seems unfazed by the damage as he gently pets the Ravenous Flame (another INT save: 19). "You don't have to worry about it just yet. But your hunger... does it hurt? I know I can't relieve your hunger, but I can help dull it."
"You will." Goto says matter-of-factly. Piecemeal looks at them. "Is that one of your special visions?" "No, but it is an eventuality." "...It is a strong possibility." "Are you a skeptic, little one?"
Piecemeal goes quiet. "I heard you make good pies." "Yes. I boil them in starberry juice." "Could we have one? To share?" "...Of course." Goto's eyes smile as he stirs his steaming pot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, Yvonne, do you have a Discord?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I haven't for a long while, but as of recently, yes!*
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)
*Awesome! Would you please send me a friend request? I love talking with you and Discord is more convenient for conversation when you just wanna send a quick message. My username is baalzeboop, as would be expected/consistent of me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Both saves fail, as he takes the full damage of both instances of touching this maddened inferno (another 10 fire and 12 psychic damage)
"IT'S AGONY... EVERY WAKING MOMENT... IT GNAWS AT ME UNLESS I FEED IT SOMETHING ELSE..." It turns to face him, somewhat slowing in its blazing of a path of destruction. "...YOU CAN... HELP?.." Its radiant 'eyes', gleaming like suns, look at him skeptically.
Adeline smiles as well- both at this eventual increase in her skill and at the sound of starberry pie. And then she thinks of something, and a growing sense of worry creeps in. "...Goto? I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or if knowing will somehow subvert fate, but... in your visions... do I turn out okay?.. you don't... have to answer that if you don't want to."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I just sent the request! I also love talking with you about stuff! My username is a_wandering_observer.*
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 flames lick his flesh, running up his nerves, but dealing no damage to him for some unknown reason. "I can try." He casts a modified Greater Restoration on it, attempting to weaken the curse.
Goto is silent for a minute. He coughs. "I... I know this is selfish, but I only pay attention to visions that focus on myself. I filter out the rest. Visions can see someone at any time, regardless of whether they want that shown or not. It's a privacy issue." Piecemeal looks over and snorts. "That's weird. If I had that power, I'd spy on everyone. I'd never even tell them, but they'd know that I know everything." Goto shakes his head. "I've tried that, but most of the time I never learn anything useful. I just feel like a peeping tom, and I'm already a witch. That's bad enough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
INT Save: 23
Magic Check: 33
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 moderately work, the golden flames relaxing and burning with less ferocious madness for a few moments... and then it starts up again. "...THAT... THAT WAS..." It fully stops for a moment, just shocked at feeling... not hungry. "...HOW DID YOU DO THAT?..."
Adeline seems satisfied with his answer, nodding in understanding. "I understand- I suppose it's a bit selfish of me as well to ask you about it. Thank you, Goto." She watches the flames for a moment, before thinking of something else. "...If I may ask, why would being a witch be a bad thing?" She seems genuinely curious.
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)
"Restoration magic. It weakens curses and heals wounds. You have a hole in your stomach, in a sense, and for a moment, I sealed it. The more you eat, the bigger the hole gets. I've... suffered a similar fate. It took quite the focus to heal it, but the extra medium was destroyed." He looks into its 'eyes' as his helmet melts off. His face is ruined, his lips burned off and eyes hollow, embrous sockets. "I've met your kind before. I've eaten your kind before. They were bigger than you, and it didn't satiate me. It made the pain worse." He hugs the flames tight, rubbing his cheek against them. His armor melts into slag, revealing his wretched form. He looks as though he has endured centuries of torture and abuse, but hasn't died for one reason or another. All his wounds have teeth.
"People hate witches." Piecemeal responds with a deep laugh. "They burned my mother at the stake for being one." Goto nods. "It was originally a women's profession, but it evolved into what it is today by necessity. I was taught it to keep me alive when I was cursed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.