the emmisarry of lichen is wandering through the pumpkin feilds, skeletal vultures circling above
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves, and eating the bodies within
A young man, partially spectral and see through, wearing torn and dirty noble’s clothes, is trudging through the pumpkin fields a bit away from the emissary. The fields are only barely protected from the biting cold of old man Winter and the court of frost, warmed by the blessings of the Harvest Prince.
a creature, spindly and deathly thin, draped in layers and layers of silk, watches the emissary eat from the boughs of a great tree. Her eyes are almost inhuman and her long gray hair only partially conceals her antennae. Mother Moth watches the creature eat.
the emmisarry turns its misshappen head to watch him pass
a hollow forms in the emmisarry's squirming body. an eye. "I.....see.......you......"
He notices the emissary, and pauses for a long while, blinking. “…h-hello…”
she scurries-scuttles-flutters-leaps towards the emissary at such a speed that it barely sees the Fey Lady move. “…you must be hungry…” she circles the creature, moving… not at all like any humanoid should be able to- not leaving a single footprint in the snow, making no noise, and bending and contorting so that she is always facing the emissary.
one of the vultures caws overhead. there is a circle of rotted, mushy, oozing pumpkins around the emmisarry "....are.....you......meat....?"
the cyclopes eye of the emmisarry follows her. "....I.....do.....as.....He.....commands....."
He looks up to the vulture, wide-eyed. “I-I… think so? Who-… what are you?… gods, I hate the feywilds…”
“Oh, so you aren’t just some… poor… lost… thing. Should’ve thought as much. Who’s your master, honey?” She retreats a bit, flapping her enormous wings- previously thought to be a cloak- and gliding backwards, landing on a tombstone.
the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*I’m doing quite well! Making a new autumn themed character (though I might not use them here) and also trying to memorize the lyrics to a song for the musical I’m in :>*
*how are you?*
*That's wonderful! I hope both the character creation and the musical go well. :D*
*I'm doing good- had a busier day today than I expected, but that's all done now. Would you like to rp?*
*that’s good to hear! I’d love to role play. I feel like using Julius. Do you want to intro or should I?*
*I'll let you do the honors of setting the scene. Which character of mine would you like to have interact with him?*
*hmm… Adeline or Helianth could be fun, your choice!*
Julius is atop a hill in a vast field, far away from most towns or villages. He’s kneeling, one hand on the ground. Veins of swirling, burning autumnal magic race across the ground for miles, the hills and Valleys alive with Julius’ will. His eyes burn brighter than usual, and roots and brambles wrap around his legs and arms. Temperature around him for miles is slowly rising, and wind carries the fallen leaves that act as his eyes for miles, searching Autumn Country.
*Wonderful opening act! Let's go with... (spins wheel) Adeline!*
The windswept leaves catch a glimpse of someone curiously walking towards the gradually warming region blessed by the Harvest Prince. Adeline saw the burning veins of magic lattice across the hills and was drawn to their glow like a moth to a flame, ironically enough. Even with the temperature steadily rising, she has not stopped shivering, her shawl held tightly around herself as she trudges through melting snow and mud.
The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry of lichen is wandering through the pumpkin feilds, skeletal vultures circling above
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves, and eating the bodies within
A young man, partially spectral and see through, wearing torn and dirty noble’s clothes, is trudging through the pumpkin fields a bit away from the emissary. The fields are only barely protected from the biting cold of old man Winter and the court of frost, warmed by the blessings of the Harvest Prince.
a creature, spindly and deathly thin, draped in layers and layers of silk, watches the emissary eat from the boughs of a great tree. Her eyes are almost inhuman and her long gray hair only partially conceals her antennae. Mother Moth watches the creature eat.
the emmisarry turns its misshappen head to watch him pass
a hollow forms in the emmisarry's squirming body. an eye. "I.....see.......you......"
He notices the emissary, and pauses for a long while, blinking. “…h-hello…”
she scurries-scuttles-flutters-leaps towards the emissary at such a speed that it barely sees the Fey Lady move. “…you must be hungry…” she circles the creature, moving… not at all like any humanoid should be able to- not leaving a single footprint in the snow, making no noise, and bending and contorting so that she is always facing the emissary.
one of the vultures caws overhead. there is a circle of rotted, mushy, oozing pumpkins around the emmisarry "....are.....you......meat....?"
the cyclopes eye of the emmisarry follows her. "....I.....do.....as.....He.....commands....."
He looks up to the vulture, wide-eyed. “I-I… think so? Who-… what are you?… gods, I hate the feywilds…”
“Oh, so you aren’t just some… poor… lost… thing. Should’ve thought as much. Who’s your master, honey?” She retreats a bit, flapping her enormous wings- previously thought to be a cloak- and gliding backwards, landing on a tombstone.
the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
“Cryptic. I am… so tired of never being given a straight answer with you things… at least she doesn’t talk like this… do you, uh, want something?”
she shivers violently. “Rotman? Tell me about your master. Father?… doesn’t matter much, does it…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*that’s good to hear! I’d love to role play. I feel like using Julius. Do you want to intro or should I?*
*I'll let you do the honors of setting the scene. Which character of mine would you like to have interact with him?*
*hmm… Adeline or Helianth could be fun, your choice!*
Julius is atop a hill in a vast field, far away from most towns or villages. He’s kneeling, one hand on the ground. Veins of swirling, burning autumnal magic race across the ground for miles, the hills and Valleys alive with Julius’ will. His eyes burn brighter than usual, and roots and brambles wrap around his legs and arms. Temperature around him for miles is slowly rising, and wind carries the fallen leaves that act as his eyes for miles, searching Autumn Country.
*Wonderful opening act! Let's go with... (spins wheel) Adeline!*
The windswept leaves catch a glimpse of someone curiously walking towards the gradually warming region blessed by the Harvest Prince. Adeline saw the burning veins of magic lattice across the hills and was drawn to their glow like a moth to a flame, ironically enough. Even with the temperature steadily rising, she has not stopped shivering, her shawl held tightly around herself as she trudges through melting snow and mud.
The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
The scattered leaves searching across the country do see the golden glow of the Ravenous Flame in the distance, but... they also see something else there too. Something large and crooked and burning as well. Approaching the inferno.
She suddenly looks up at him as well, able to pull her gaze away from the glow of the Harvest Prince's magic. "Hello. I was wondering what was happening over here- I saw the lights from the forest's edge and I... I couldn't help but investigate. This is your doing, right?" Her shivering slows a bit as she adjusts to the somewhat warmer surroundings.
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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 emmisarry of lichen is wandering through the pumpkin feilds, skeletal vultures circling above
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves, and eating the bodies within
A young man, partially spectral and see through, wearing torn and dirty noble’s clothes, is trudging through the pumpkin fields a bit away from the emissary. The fields are only barely protected from the biting cold of old man Winter and the court of frost, warmed by the blessings of the Harvest Prince.
a creature, spindly and deathly thin, draped in layers and layers of silk, watches the emissary eat from the boughs of a great tree. Her eyes are almost inhuman and her long gray hair only partially conceals her antennae. Mother Moth watches the creature eat.
the emmisarry turns its misshappen head to watch him pass
a hollow forms in the emmisarry's squirming body. an eye. "I.....see.......you......"
He notices the emissary, and pauses for a long while, blinking. “…h-hello…”
she scurries-scuttles-flutters-leaps towards the emissary at such a speed that it barely sees the Fey Lady move. “…you must be hungry…” she circles the creature, moving… not at all like any humanoid should be able to- not leaving a single footprint in the snow, making no noise, and bending and contorting so that she is always facing the emissary.
one of the vultures caws overhead. there is a circle of rotted, mushy, oozing pumpkins around the emmisarry "....are.....you......meat....?"
the cyclopes eye of the emmisarry follows her. "....I.....do.....as.....He.....commands....."
He looks up to the vulture, wide-eyed. “I-I… think so? Who-… what are you?… gods, I hate the feywilds…”
“Oh, so you aren’t just some… poor… lost… thing. Should’ve thought as much. Who’s your master, honey?” She retreats a bit, flapping her enormous wings- previously thought to be a cloak- and gliding backwards, landing on a tombstone.
the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
“Cryptic. I am… so tired of never being given a straight answer with you things… at least she doesn’t talk like this… do you, uh, want something?”
she shivers violently. “Rotman? Tell me about your master. Father?… doesn’t matter much, does it…”
the emmisarry shifts from foot to blocky foot. ".....I...............am...................un-......unsure.........."
you get the feeling the emmisarry would smile if it had a mouth. it somehow looks bigger. "He.. is... the worm... that gnaws..... at the corpse of the world.... decay... on.... a..... grander scale... than.... this..... realm.... has.... ever.... seen...... the.... cold..... beyond..... winter..... and..... He...... is..... coming...... He.... is..... waking.... from..... his..... slumber..... beneath..... the...... earth..."
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*that’s good to hear! I’d love to role play. I feel like using Julius. Do you want to intro or should I?*
*I'll let you do the honors of setting the scene. Which character of mine would you like to have interact with him?*
*hmm… Adeline or Helianth could be fun, your choice!*
Julius is atop a hill in a vast field, far away from most towns or villages. He’s kneeling, one hand on the ground. Veins of swirling, burning autumnal magic race across the ground for miles, the hills and Valleys alive with Julius’ will. His eyes burn brighter than usual, and roots and brambles wrap around his legs and arms. Temperature around him for miles is slowly rising, and wind carries the fallen leaves that act as his eyes for miles, searching Autumn Country.
*Wonderful opening act! Let's go with... (spins wheel) Adeline!*
The windswept leaves catch a glimpse of someone curiously walking towards the gradually warming region blessed by the Harvest Prince. Adeline saw the burning veins of magic lattice across the hills and was drawn to their glow like a moth to a flame, ironically enough. Even with the temperature steadily rising, she has not stopped shivering, her shawl held tightly around herself as she trudges through melting snow and mud.
The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
The scattered leaves searching across the country do see the golden glow of the Ravenous Flame in the distance, but... they also see something else there too. Something large and crooked and burning as well. Approaching the inferno.
She suddenly looks up at him as well, able to pull her gaze away from the glow of the Harvest Prince's magic. "Hello. I was wondering what was happening over here- I saw the lights from the forest's edge and I... I couldn't help but investigate. This is your doing, right?" Her shivering slows a bit as she adjusts to the somewhat warmer surroundings.
The breeze swirls closer and closer to the ravenous flame, within a few miles eventually, looking to observe and keep track of it, as well as whatever is approaching it.
he nods. ”I was working a charm and my blessings warmed the land around me… it’s getting colder and colder, thought I might as well do what I could…” he pauses, smiling a bit and adjusting his crown of woven wheat. “I’m Julius.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry of lichen is wandering through the pumpkin feilds, skeletal vultures circling above
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves, and eating the bodies within
A young man, partially spectral and see through, wearing torn and dirty noble’s clothes, is trudging through the pumpkin fields a bit away from the emissary. The fields are only barely protected from the biting cold of old man Winter and the court of frost, warmed by the blessings of the Harvest Prince.
a creature, spindly and deathly thin, draped in layers and layers of silk, watches the emissary eat from the boughs of a great tree. Her eyes are almost inhuman and her long gray hair only partially conceals her antennae. Mother Moth watches the creature eat.
the emmisarry turns its misshappen head to watch him pass
a hollow forms in the emmisarry's squirming body. an eye. "I.....see.......you......"
He notices the emissary, and pauses for a long while, blinking. “…h-hello…”
she scurries-scuttles-flutters-leaps towards the emissary at such a speed that it barely sees the Fey Lady move. “…you must be hungry…” she circles the creature, moving… not at all like any humanoid should be able to- not leaving a single footprint in the snow, making no noise, and bending and contorting so that she is always facing the emissary.
one of the vultures caws overhead. there is a circle of rotted, mushy, oozing pumpkins around the emmisarry "....are.....you......meat....?"
the cyclopes eye of the emmisarry follows her. "....I.....do.....as.....He.....commands....."
He looks up to the vulture, wide-eyed. “I-I… think so? Who-… what are you?… gods, I hate the feywilds…”
“Oh, so you aren’t just some… poor… lost… thing. Should’ve thought as much. Who’s your master, honey?” She retreats a bit, flapping her enormous wings- previously thought to be a cloak- and gliding backwards, landing on a tombstone.
the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
“Cryptic. I am… so tired of never being given a straight answer with you things… at least she doesn’t talk like this… do you, uh, want something?”
she shivers violently. “Rotman? Tell me about your master. Father?… doesn’t matter much, does it…”
the emmisarry shifts from foot to blocky foot. ".....I...............am...................un-......unsure.........."
you get the feeling the emmisarry would smile if it had a mouth. it somehow looks bigger. "He.. is... the worm... that gnaws..... at the corpse of the world.... decay... on.... a..... grander scale... than.... this..... realm.... has.... ever.... seen...... the.... cold..... beyond..... winter..... and..... He...... is..... coming...... He.... is..... waking.... from..... his..... slumber..... beneath..... the...... earth..."
“…well, uh, alright then… would you happen to know where I could find a place called the silken sanctuary?”
”decay on a grander scale than the decay and growth of Autumn Country, cold beyond the choking grasp of the Winter Court?… why here? Why now?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry of lichen is wandering through the pumpkin feilds, skeletal vultures circling above
the emmisarry of worms is digging up graves, and eating the bodies within
A young man, partially spectral and see through, wearing torn and dirty noble’s clothes, is trudging through the pumpkin fields a bit away from the emissary. The fields are only barely protected from the biting cold of old man Winter and the court of frost, warmed by the blessings of the Harvest Prince.
a creature, spindly and deathly thin, draped in layers and layers of silk, watches the emissary eat from the boughs of a great tree. Her eyes are almost inhuman and her long gray hair only partially conceals her antennae. Mother Moth watches the creature eat.
the emmisarry turns its misshappen head to watch him pass
a hollow forms in the emmisarry's squirming body. an eye. "I.....see.......you......"
He notices the emissary, and pauses for a long while, blinking. “…h-hello…”
she scurries-scuttles-flutters-leaps towards the emissary at such a speed that it barely sees the Fey Lady move. “…you must be hungry…” she circles the creature, moving… not at all like any humanoid should be able to- not leaving a single footprint in the snow, making no noise, and bending and contorting so that she is always facing the emissary.
one of the vultures caws overhead. there is a circle of rotted, mushy, oozing pumpkins around the emmisarry "....are.....you......meat....?"
the cyclopes eye of the emmisarry follows her. "....I.....do.....as.....He.....commands....."
He looks up to the vulture, wide-eyed. “I-I… think so? Who-… what are you?… gods, I hate the feywilds…”
“Oh, so you aren’t just some… poor… lost… thing. Should’ve thought as much. Who’s your master, honey?” She retreats a bit, flapping her enormous wings- previously thought to be a cloak- and gliding backwards, landing on a tombstone.
the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
“Cryptic. I am… so tired of never being given a straight answer with you things… at least she doesn’t talk like this… do you, uh, want something?”
she shivers violently. “Rotman? Tell me about your master. Father?… doesn’t matter much, does it…”
the emmisarry shifts from foot to blocky foot. ".....I...............am...................un-......unsure.........."
you get the feeling the emmisarry would smile if it had a mouth. it somehow looks bigger. "He.. is... the worm... that gnaws..... at the corpse of the world.... decay... on.... a..... grander scale... than.... this..... realm.... has.... ever.... seen...... the.... cold..... beyond..... winter..... and..... He...... is..... coming...... He.... is..... waking.... from..... his..... slumber..... beneath..... the...... earth..."
“…well, uh, alright then… would you happen to know where I could find a place called the silken sanctuary?”
”decay on a grander scale than the decay and growth of Autumn Country, cold beyond the choking grasp of the Winter Court?… why here? Why now?”
the emmisarry's treetrunk thick arm streaches down to the earth, its blocky fingers squishing into the ground. you see numerous white root-like structures growing from them, stretching across the feilds, into the forest. its other arm points. "....there.........................why......do...........you...........wish...............to....................go........................there?"
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Wonderful opening act! Let's go with... (spins wheel) Adeline!*
The windswept leaves catch a glimpse of someone curiously walking towards the gradually warming region blessed by the Harvest Prince. Adeline saw the burning veins of magic lattice across the hills and was drawn to their glow like a moth to a flame, ironically enough. Even with the temperature steadily rising, she has not stopped shivering, her shawl held tightly around herself as she trudges through melting snow and mud.
The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
The scattered leaves searching across the country do see the golden glow of the Ravenous Flame in the distance, but... they also see something else there too. Something large and crooked and burning as well. Approaching the inferno.
She suddenly looks up at him as well, able to pull her gaze away from the glow of the Harvest Prince's magic. "Hello. I was wondering what was happening over here- I saw the lights from the forest's edge and I... I couldn't help but investigate. This is your doing, right?" Her shivering slows a bit as she adjusts to the somewhat warmer surroundings.
The breeze swirls closer and closer to the ravenous flame, within a few miles eventually, looking to observe and keep track of it, as well as whatever is approaching it.
he nods. ”I was working a charm and my blessings warmed the land around me… it’s getting colder and colder, thought I might as well do what I could…” he pauses, smiling a bit and adjusting his crown of woven wheat. “I’m Julius.”
The Flame is strangely stagnant, its starving desolation reduced to a crawl as it approaches the crooked thing as well. The crooked thing in question, upon closer inspection is none other than that blighted sunflower itself, clutching a strange weapon in its hand. The golden inferno roars at it, but it does not budge.
Her eyes widen at the mention of his name, the not-quite-fey recognizing it nearly immediately. "You're Julius? The Harvest Prince? I've heard so much about the good things you've done for this realm!" She's practically grinning ear to ear (not literally- at least not yet). "I'm Adeline. I'm truly honored to make your acquaintance."
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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…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Wonderful opening act! Let's go with... (spins wheel) Adeline!*
The windswept leaves catch a glimpse of someone curiously walking towards the gradually warming region blessed by the Harvest Prince. Adeline saw the burning veins of magic lattice across the hills and was drawn to their glow like a moth to a flame, ironically enough. Even with the temperature steadily rising, she has not stopped shivering, her shawl held tightly around herself as she trudges through melting snow and mud.
The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
The scattered leaves searching across the country do see the golden glow of the Ravenous Flame in the distance, but... they also see something else there too. Something large and crooked and burning as well. Approaching the inferno.
She suddenly looks up at him as well, able to pull her gaze away from the glow of the Harvest Prince's magic. "Hello. I was wondering what was happening over here- I saw the lights from the forest's edge and I... I couldn't help but investigate. This is your doing, right?" Her shivering slows a bit as she adjusts to the somewhat warmer surroundings.
The breeze swirls closer and closer to the ravenous flame, within a few miles eventually, looking to observe and keep track of it, as well as whatever is approaching it.
he nods. ”I was working a charm and my blessings warmed the land around me… it’s getting colder and colder, thought I might as well do what I could…” he pauses, smiling a bit and adjusting his crown of woven wheat. “I’m Julius.”
The Flame is strangely stagnant, its starving desolation reduced to a crawl as it approaches the crooked thing as well. The crooked thing in question, upon closer inspection is none other than that blighted sunflower itself, clutching a strange weapon in its hand. The golden inferno roars at it, but it does not budge.
Her eyes widen at the mention of his name, the not-quite-fey recognizing it nearly immediately. "You're Julius? The Harvest Prince? I've heard so much about the good things you've done for this realm!" She's practically grinning ear to ear (not literally- at least not yet). "I'm Adeline. I'm truly honored to make your acquaintance."
Wind rushes around the Crooked Sunflower, Julius watching the two of them with interest- and anticipation- in the back of his mind. As they get closer, he subconsciously holds his breath, and so does Autumn Country.
his slight smile widens and becomes more genuine. He seems a bit flustered, not used to compliments, or, well, interaction except with members of the Autumn Court and his courtiers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Adeline… I’ve done what I can to mitigate the- well, crisis, as the whole Autumn court has… It’s the least I could do. Especially with the Barley King, and the Ravenous flame…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
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”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
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”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
he doesn’t say another word, slowly backing away in the direction of the Sanctuary.
She doesn’t turn, her antennae twitching slightly. ”really? Entertain me, what is it he plans?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
he doesn’t say another word, slowly backing away in the direction of the Sanctuary.
She doesn’t turn, her antennae twitching slightly. ”really? Entertain me, what is it he plans?”
the emmisarry remains fixed on him, dark eyes boring into him. the two undead vultures are nowhere to be seen
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
he doesn’t say another word, slowly backing away in the direction of the Sanctuary.
She doesn’t turn, her antennae twitching slightly. ”really? Entertain me, what is it he plans?”
the emmisarry remains fixed on him, dark eyes boring into him. the two undead vultures are nowhere to be seen
“I’m… gonna- I’m gonna go…” he stumbles backwards a bit, continuing to make as much distance between him and the emissary.
”Why, I never meant to do that… I was simply curious. If I had wanted to stop you or him, you’d be reduced to a twitching pile of dead worms by now. Behind me, there are multiple humanoid figures. I can taste them. Tell me what they are and why they are there. If you plan to attack me, do so already.”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
he doesn’t say another word, slowly backing away in the direction of the Sanctuary.
She doesn’t turn, her antennae twitching slightly. ”really? Entertain me, what is it he plans?”
the emmisarry remains fixed on him, dark eyes boring into him. the two undead vultures are nowhere to be seen
“I’m… gonna- I’m gonna go…” he stumbles backwards a bit, continuing to make as much distance between him and the emissary.
”Why, I never meant to do that… I was simply curious. If I had wanted to stop you or him, you’d be reduced to a twitching pile of dead worms by now. Behind me, there are multiple humanoid figures. I can taste them. Tell me what they are and why they are there. If you plan to attack me, do so already.”
one of the vultures caws overhead. its circling you. you look back to the emmisarry, and its gone. as if it had never been
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the emmisarry cocks its deformed head. "an.....emmisarry....."
the emmisarry's body shifts, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers. "The Rotman" a cold wind blows through the graveyard
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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The breeze, the breath of Augustus and his heir, grow steadily stronger and faster, carrying his will across the country, searching. Perhaps for the Ravenous flame, but Adeline wouldn’t know much about that.
she trudges up the hill Julius kneels at the top of, and sees the Prince, kneeling in a field of ashen brambles, radiating warmth.
suddenly, he looks to her, the burning of his form fading to a soft glow as vines and roots loosen their hold on him and the gradual warmth of the region slows. He takes a deep breath, the wind responding and slowing. Blinking, he looks to Adeline.
“Hello… er- I wasn’t expecting anyone out this far…” he mumbles.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Cryptic. I am… so tired of never being given a straight answer with you things… at least she doesn’t talk like this… do you, uh, want something?”
she shivers violently. “Rotman? Tell me about your master. Father?… doesn’t matter much, does it…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The scattered leaves searching across the country do see the golden glow of the Ravenous Flame in the distance, but... they also see something else there too. Something large and crooked and burning as well. Approaching the inferno.
She suddenly looks up at him as well, able to pull her gaze away from the glow of the Harvest Prince's magic. "Hello. I was wondering what was happening over here- I saw the lights from the forest's edge and I... I couldn't help but investigate. This is your doing, right?" Her shivering slows a bit as she adjusts to the somewhat warmer surroundings.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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the emmisarry shifts from foot to blocky foot. ".....I...............am...................un-......unsure.........."
you get the feeling the emmisarry would smile if it had a mouth. it somehow looks bigger. "He.. is... the worm... that gnaws..... at the corpse of the world.... decay... on.... a..... grander scale... than.... this..... realm.... has.... ever.... seen...... the.... cold..... beyond..... winter..... and..... He...... is..... coming...... He.... is..... waking.... from..... his..... slumber..... beneath..... the...... earth..."
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
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The breeze swirls closer and closer to the ravenous flame, within a few miles eventually, looking to observe and keep track of it, as well as whatever is approaching it.
he nods. ”I was working a charm and my blessings warmed the land around me… it’s getting colder and colder, thought I might as well do what I could…” he pauses, smiling a bit and adjusting his crown of woven wheat. “I’m Julius.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“…well, uh, alright then… would you happen to know where I could find a place called the silken sanctuary?”
”decay on a grander scale than the decay and growth of Autumn Country, cold beyond the choking grasp of the Winter Court?… why here? Why now?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry's treetrunk thick arm streaches down to the earth, its blocky fingers squishing into the ground. you see numerous white root-like structures growing from them, stretching across the feilds, into the forest. its other arm points. "....there.........................why......do...........you...........wish...............to....................go........................there?"
its definitely bigger now. "do.. you... not..... feel... it? winter..... is.... coming..... not..... just..... for...... the...... auttum country......... and....... shurley...... you........ know....... this...... is....... a.... place... of...... power"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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The Flame is strangely stagnant, its starving desolation reduced to a crawl as it approaches the crooked thing as well. The crooked thing in question, upon closer inspection is none other than that blighted sunflower itself, clutching a strange weapon in its hand. The golden inferno roars at it, but it does not budge.
Her eyes widen at the mention of his name, the not-quite-fey recognizing it nearly immediately. "You're Julius? The Harvest Prince? I've heard so much about the good things you've done for this realm!" She's practically grinning ear to ear (not literally- at least not yet). "I'm Adeline. I'm truly honored to make your acquaintance."
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)
*Cut with Capatin*
”I…” he puts his hand in his pocket. “Someone I know is there. I wanted to see her again.”
“How interesting… that so much of the world is thrown into disarray when one lamb is not sacrificed…” she whispers. “And so, why are you here? To prepare the land for your Master’s wake?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry starts to slowly nod, only to stop dead as a cold wind blows in. it slowly turns to look at you. mutch smoother than its previous movements. "she....... wont...... be........ around...... mutch..... longer"
"I..... do...... as..... I...... am...... bid...... I...... fulfil..... my...... function"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Wind rushes around the Crooked Sunflower, Julius watching the two of them with interest- and anticipation- in the back of his mind. As they get closer, he subconsciously holds his breath, and so does Autumn Country.
his slight smile widens and becomes more genuine. He seems a bit flustered, not used to compliments, or, well, interaction except with members of the Autumn Court and his courtiers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Adeline… I’ve done what I can to mitigate the- well, crisis, as the whole Autumn court has… It’s the least I could do. Especially with the Barley King, and the Ravenous flame…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“…what do you mean? She’s not-… what?” He seems… terrified.
“Your function?” She coos. “Well, how delightfully vague. What does your master ask of you?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
one of the vultures caws. its louder. is it closer? you look up. you cant see either of them. "when.... He..... wakes..... all..... things.... will.... die.... and.... He..... will.... wake.... soon" the cold wind swirls around the two of you, and the circle of rotted pumpkins expands, near doubling in size
"the.... corpses.... are.... to.... be..... given..... to...... him" for an instant, the worms making up the emmisarry's body shift, revealing various bodies in various states of decay. there are at least a dozen skulls, and three more bodies with flesh visible
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“…w-what? What’s waking up? When?!-“
her expression is unchanging, the Archfey dreadfully still. “I don’t think the corpses much appreciate being waken up… nor do the Ghouls… or the ones that buried them…”
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_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"The Rotman" the wind is almost screaming now. "visit..... your..... friend..... soon..... for....... once.... He...... wakes...... nothing..... is...... safe"
the emmisarry laughs, a squishy, unplesent sound. "He.... has.... better.... plans.... than..... simply..... raising.... them" there is movement at the edge of the forest. multiple humanoids
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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he doesn’t say another word, slowly backing away in the direction of the Sanctuary.
She doesn’t turn, her antennae twitching slightly. ”really? Entertain me, what is it he plans?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emmisarry remains fixed on him, dark eyes boring into him. the two undead vultures are nowhere to be seen
"I.... never..... insulted.... your.... intelligence...... don't...... insult..... mine....... I..... suspect...... you..... plan...... to...... try...... and..... stop..... His..... awakening...... this...... cannot...... happen"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“I’m… gonna- I’m gonna go…” he stumbles backwards a bit, continuing to make as much distance between him and the emissary.
”Why, I never meant to do that… I was simply curious. If I had wanted to stop you or him, you’d be reduced to a twitching pile of dead worms by now. Behind me, there are multiple humanoid figures. I can taste them. Tell me what they are and why they are there. If you plan to attack me, do so already.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
one of the vultures caws overhead. its circling you. you look back to the emmisarry, and its gone. as if it had never been
"they... are..... servants.... of...... Him...... here..... for....... my...... corpses....... why..... would...... I...... attack...... you?...... we....... were...... having....... a....... plesant...... conversation"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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