”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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
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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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
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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.”
one of the vultures caws overhead. its circling you. you look back to the emmisarry, and its gone. as if it had never been
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
”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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
”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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
“The solstice… when the Winter Court is at its strongest… out of curiosity, why now? Why this year, instead of all the others before it? The Barley King?”
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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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
“The solstice… when the Winter Court is at its strongest… out of curiosity, why now? Why this year, instead of all the others before it? The Barley King?”
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
”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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
“The solstice… when the Winter Court is at its strongest… out of curiosity, why now? Why this year, instead of all the others before it? The Barley King?”
”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
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
“The solstice… when the Winter Court is at its strongest… out of curiosity, why now? Why this year, instead of all the others before it? The Barley King?”
She scowls. “Someone needs to kill that damned lamb…”
you get the feeling of incredible smugness from the emmisarry "a.... shame...."
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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”oh, how easy it would be to destroy your puny physical form…- what would happen… if the lamb does die by the Solstice?”
"that.... will..... not.... happen....."
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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”oh, how easy it would be to destroy your puny physical form…- what would happen… if the lamb does die by the Solstice?”
"that.... will..... not.... happen....."
“Says who?” She whispers.
"guess...." the cold wind returns
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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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 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…”
*Thank you for your patience!*
"I know this isn't... your preferred course of action, but it will help you- that I promise." He hears it say, presumably to the Ravenous Flame itself, as it holds up the weapon that gleams from within with a strange light. "Return to me, and you'll never be hungry again. We'll never be hungry again." The Flame glares as it for a long while, but does not make any effort to attack or flee or defend. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD... OR I'LL TEAR US APART FROM WITHIN..." "I know."
The nymph looks out at that faint golden speck on the horizon and shudders. "Yes, things are quite dire as of late, to put it lightly. My mother and my siblings and I have been trying to help people outlast the disaster as best we can too, though not quite to the scale of your achievements. Hopefully someone finds a way to end this winter soon, for all our sakes." She seems quite concerned being anywhere close enough to the Ravenous Flame to see it, even at such a distance.
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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 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…”
*Thank you for your patience!*
"I know this isn't... your preferred course of action, but it will help you- that I promise." He hears it say, presumably to the Ravenous Flame itself, as it holds up the weapon that gleams from within with a strange light. "Return to me, and you'll never be hungry again. We'll never be hungry again." The Flame glares as it for a long while, but does not make any effort to attack or flee or defend. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD... OR I'LL TEAR US APART FROM WITHIN..." "I know."
The nymph looks out at that faint golden speck on the horizon and shudders. "Yes, things are quite dire as of late, to put it lightly. My mother and my siblings and I have been trying to help people outlast the disaster as best we can too, though not quite to the scale of your achievements. Hopefully someone finds a way to end this winter soon, for all our sakes." She seems quite concerned being anywhere close enough to the Ravenous Flame to see it, even at such a distance.
*no worries!*
The Prince’s candlelight eyes widen slightly, as listens attentively for the next part of the conversation while still trying to have a conversation with Adeline.
he pauses, studying Adeline. “Oh… you’re one of Mother Moth’s children? Never had the pleasure of meeting her, but some of the Autumn court told me she was in the country. Don’t know much about her.” He smiles slightly. “Actually, met someone a few nights ago who was looking for Mother Moth.- Er, I’m getting sidetracked. To end the winter, the Barley King needs to die. Unfortunately, it’s… in Ghoulheim, I think. So we’re… working on that.” The Prince seems unsure of himself while speaking, both a bit nervous about the subject and just… not used to talking with people. He spends more time with plants.
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…”
*Thank you for your patience!*
"I know this isn't... your preferred course of action, but it will help you- that I promise." He hears it say, presumably to the Ravenous Flame itself, as it holds up the weapon that gleams from within with a strange light. "Return to me, and you'll never be hungry again. We'll never be hungry again." The Flame glares as it for a long while, but does not make any effort to attack or flee or defend. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD... OR I'LL TEAR US APART FROM WITHIN..." "I know."
The nymph looks out at that faint golden speck on the horizon and shudders. "Yes, things are quite dire as of late, to put it lightly. My mother and my siblings and I have been trying to help people outlast the disaster as best we can too, though not quite to the scale of your achievements. Hopefully someone finds a way to end this winter soon, for all our sakes." She seems quite concerned being anywhere close enough to the Ravenous Flame to see it, even at such a distance.
*no worries!*
The Prince’s candlelight eyes widen slightly, as listens attentively for the next part of the conversation while still trying to have a conversation with Adeline.
he pauses, studying Adeline. “Oh… you’re one of Mother Moth’s children? Never had the pleasure of meeting her, but some of the Autumn court told me she was in the country. Don’t know much about her.” He smiles slightly. “Actually, met someone a few nights ago who was looking for Mother Moth.- Er, I’m getting sidetracked. To end the winter, the Barley King needs to die. Unfortunately, it’s… in Ghoulheim, I think. So we’re… working on that.”
"...VERY WELL... WE HAVE A DEAL." The god-eater looks satisfied with this answer, pointing the device right at the Flame. "I'm glad we could finally agree on something. Now, this will likely hurt a bit, but it won't... technically kill you. Just hold still..." He can hear a humming from the weapon as it charges, and a dark metal cord flies out and pierces into the inferno, before being lit up with golden energy. The Ravenous Flame's golden fire seems to be... weakening?
"Yep! We set up camp in the forest over there," She points to the web-choked woods in question. "and that's where we usually are most of the time. Maybe once this whole disaster is sorted out, you can come visit- I'm sure she'd like to meet you." She smiles a bit as well, her fangs faintly glinting in the light of his warming wards. "It's in Ghulheim?... No wonder the winter has lasted this long. It's likely guarded by the Ghoul Queen too, in that case, and maybe that fiery fellow I heard was working with her too..." She falls silent, thinking. She knows she likely won't be of much help in comparison to the several archfey and god-killers that are working to restore autumn, but she can at least try to help somehow...
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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…”
*Thank you for your patience!*
"I know this isn't... your preferred course of action, but it will help you- that I promise." He hears it say, presumably to the Ravenous Flame itself, as it holds up the weapon that gleams from within with a strange light. "Return to me, and you'll never be hungry again. We'll never be hungry again." The Flame glares as it for a long while, but does not make any effort to attack or flee or defend. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD... OR I'LL TEAR US APART FROM WITHIN..." "I know."
The nymph looks out at that faint golden speck on the horizon and shudders. "Yes, things are quite dire as of late, to put it lightly. My mother and my siblings and I have been trying to help people outlast the disaster as best we can too, though not quite to the scale of your achievements. Hopefully someone finds a way to end this winter soon, for all our sakes." She seems quite concerned being anywhere close enough to the Ravenous Flame to see it, even at such a distance.
*no worries!*
The Prince’s candlelight eyes widen slightly, as listens attentively for the next part of the conversation while still trying to have a conversation with Adeline.
he pauses, studying Adeline. “Oh… you’re one of Mother Moth’s children? Never had the pleasure of meeting her, but some of the Autumn court told me she was in the country. Don’t know much about her.” He smiles slightly. “Actually, met someone a few nights ago who was looking for Mother Moth.- Er, I’m getting sidetracked. To end the winter, the Barley King needs to die. Unfortunately, it’s… in Ghulheim, I think. So we’re… working on that.”
"...VERY WELL... WE HAVE A DEAL." The god-eater looks satisfied with this answer, pointing the device right at the Flame. "I'm glad we could finally agree on something. Now, this will likely hurt a bit, but it won't... technically kill you. Just hold still..." He can hear a humming from the weapon as it charges, and a dark metal cord flies out and pierces into the inferno, before being lit up with golden energy. The Ravenous Flame's golden fire seems to be... weakening?
"Yep! We set up camp in the forest over there," She points to the web-choked woods in question. "and that's where we usually are most of the time. Maybe once this whole disaster is sorted out, you can come visit- I'm sure she'd like to meet you." She smiles a bit as well, her fangs faintly glinting in the light of his warming wards. "It's in Ghulheim?... No wonder the winter has lasted this long. It's likely guarded by the Ghoul Queen too, in that case, and maybe that fiery fellow I heard was working with her too..." She falls silent, thinking. She knows she likely won't be of much help in comparison to the several archfey and god-killers that are working to restore autumn, but she can at least try to help somehow...
Julius turns to look into the distance at the inferno himself, a sudden movement that causes a wave of warmth to rush over Adeline. Holding his breath, he stared at the flame and the flower for a long while, before turning back to Adeline.
”sorry about that, but yes, I believe that Amina and the creature you speak of- Helianth, I believe, have some sort of deal to keep winter going. And Ghulheim… it’s a fortress, the only place more secure than it is probably my Pumpkin Patch. None of the court wants to try an invasion, that would… end poorly. My one hope is that eventually winter will turn to spring, which won’t be as brutal as Old Man Winter. That is, if we Don’t sacrifice the lamb by then.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The god-seeking flame watches with utter confusion at both this strange paladin and the how he shows not a single hint of fear around it. The golden orbs of destruction drift a bit closer to him, the sheer heat emanating from them nearly overwhelming even for him. He can tell the flame is staring into his very soul with curiosity and skepticism. "...WHY... WHY DID YOU DO THAT?... GIVE ME A TASTE... OF A LACK OF HUNGER... I MAY NEVER HAVE AGAIN?..."
Adeline solemnly sits with this answer for a moment. "I see. I'm truly sorry that happened." She begins knitting together her cocoon again as she ponders something.
"Because you could have it again. All we need is time." Flames ignite across his body, but he doesn't react. "I can help you. I want to help you. I am here for you."
The two others go quiet. Neither seem to be used to sympathy.
He breaks into a full-on sprint into the woods, towards the sanctuary.
”because you work for a being seeking to exterminate all life. You know, decay by itself… cannot be sustained. It will keep eating and eating and eating, and then… it starves. Does the rotman know that in the end, it will starve?”
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*good end?*
"we..... all....... fulfil..... our....... functions......"
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”mhm. Out of curiosity, when does this rotman plan on arriving? I’ll keep the date in mind.”
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"when.... else....? the..... shortest...... coldest..... day..... of..... the..... year"
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“The solstice… when the Winter Court is at its strongest… out of curiosity, why now? Why this year, instead of all the others before it? The Barley King?”
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"of.... course...... winter..... is...... coming...... to....... the....... place...... where...... He...... sleeps....... for....... the....... first....... time...... since...... this...... creation"
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She scowls. “Someone needs to kill that damned lamb…”
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you get the feeling of incredible smugness from the emmisarry "a.... shame...."
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*cut*
”oh, how easy it would be to destroy your puny physical form…- what would happen… if the lamb does die by the Solstice?”
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"that.... will..... not.... happen....."
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“Says who?” She whispers.
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"guess...." the cold wind returns
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*Thank you for your patience!*
"I know this isn't... your preferred course of action, but it will help you- that I promise." He hears it say, presumably to the Ravenous Flame itself, as it holds up the weapon that gleams from within with a strange light. "Return to me, and you'll never be hungry again. We'll never be hungry again." The Flame glares as it for a long while, but does not make any effort to attack or flee or defend. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD... OR I'LL TEAR US APART FROM WITHIN..." "I know."
The nymph looks out at that faint golden speck on the horizon and shudders. "Yes, things are quite dire as of late, to put it lightly. My mother and my siblings and I have been trying to help people outlast the disaster as best we can too, though not quite to the scale of your achievements. Hopefully someone finds a way to end this winter soon, for all our sakes." She seems quite concerned being anywhere close enough to the Ravenous Flame to see it, even at such a distance.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*no worries!*
The Prince’s candlelight eyes widen slightly, as listens attentively for the next part of the conversation while still trying to have a conversation with Adeline.
he pauses, studying Adeline. “Oh… you’re one of Mother Moth’s children? Never had the pleasure of meeting her, but some of the Autumn court told me she was in the country. Don’t know much about her.” He smiles slightly. “Actually, met someone a few nights ago who was looking for Mother Moth.- Er, I’m getting sidetracked. To end the winter, the Barley King needs to die. Unfortunately, it’s… in Ghoulheim, I think. So we’re… working on that.” The Prince seems unsure of himself while speaking, both a bit nervous about the subject and just… not used to talking with people. He spends more time with plants.
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"...VERY WELL... WE HAVE A DEAL." The god-eater looks satisfied with this answer, pointing the device right at the Flame. "I'm glad we could finally agree on something. Now, this will likely hurt a bit, but it won't... technically kill you. Just hold still..." He can hear a humming from the weapon as it charges, and a dark metal cord flies out and pierces into the inferno, before being lit up with golden energy. The Ravenous Flame's golden fire seems to be... weakening?
"Yep! We set up camp in the forest over there," She points to the web-choked woods in question. "and that's where we usually are most of the time. Maybe once this whole disaster is sorted out, you can come visit- I'm sure she'd like to meet you." She smiles a bit as well, her fangs faintly glinting in the light of his warming wards. "It's in Ghulheim?... No wonder the winter has lasted this long. It's likely guarded by the Ghoul Queen too, in that case, and maybe that fiery fellow I heard was working with her too..." She falls silent, thinking. She knows she likely won't be of much help in comparison to the several archfey and god-killers that are working to restore autumn, but she can at least try to help somehow...
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My pronouns are she/her.
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Julius turns to look into the distance at the inferno himself, a sudden movement that causes a wave of warmth to rush over Adeline. Holding his breath, he stared at the flame and the flower for a long while, before turning back to Adeline.
”sorry about that, but yes, I believe that Amina and the creature you speak of- Helianth, I believe, have some sort of deal to keep winter going. And Ghulheim… it’s a fortress, the only place more secure than it is probably my Pumpkin Patch. None of the court wants to try an invasion, that would… end poorly. My one hope is that eventually winter will turn to spring, which won’t be as brutal as Old Man Winter. That is, if we Don’t sacrifice the lamb by then.”
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"Because you could have it again. All we need is time." Flames ignite across his body, but he doesn't react. "I can help you. I want to help you. I am here for you."
The two others go quiet. Neither seem to be used to sympathy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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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.