the emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
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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 emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
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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 emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
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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.”
A village is huddled around a large fire pit, huddling near the last embers for warmth, nibbling at frozen, rock-hard food. Men with axes lie frozen in the snow not far from the fire. One of the children left looks up from her father's chest to see someone walking toward the group. Eyes turn as snow crunches under the stranger's feet.
His clothes are clearly cheap, but stylish nontheless. He wears a double-breasted coat that goes down to his knees and has a large, fluffy collar, but the sleeves are rolled up and he wears fingerless gloves. His fingers have been burnt off, leaving charred bone, and his face looks only somewhat better. His lips and cheeks have been incinerated, leaving his long teeth exposed and smoke pouring from behind them. He wears an oversized chef's toque that shadows his eyes slightly, if you can call the empty, burned, tattered sockets eyes. He looks like a massive skeleton, almost. Just barely more flesh, just barely enough skin.
The hulking frame of the man walks into the fire pit, then simply stands there. He flexes his fire-flayed fingers, and some sparks emit from them. He roars and slams his fingertips into the burning coals, causing an explosion of scarlet flame that reaches just barely to the edges of the circle. The villagers stare in awe and confusion. Then they see the silhouette of the man in the fire, calmly walking out. The little girl gasps, seeing how he's unharmed despite being set alight. He walks past the people and begins kneeling in front of each woodsman, resuscitating them with warmth and some sort of whispered scripture.
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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.
Approaching the fire pit from the outskirts of the frozen village is a shorter figure, no more than five feet tall, wrapped in a grey coat and many layers of fabrics. His wrists and neck are wrapped in bandages, and he wears warm gloves and carries along with him a backpack. His Face is mostly obscured by fabrics, but he has pale skin, long, silver hair, and warm brown eyes.
he walks up closer to the fire, just 60 or so feet away now, pausing to watch the man walk out from the fire and revive the frozen men. He sets down his backpack, not taking his eyes off of him.
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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.”
Approaching the fire pit from the outskirts of the frozen village is a shorter figure, no more than five feet tall, wrapped in a grey coat and many layers of fabrics. His wrists and neck are wrapped in bandages, and he wears warm gloves and carries along with him a backpack. His Face is mostly obscured by fabrics, but he has pale skin, long, silver hair, and warm brown eyes.
he walks up closer to the fire, just 60 or so feet away now, pausing to watch the man walk out from the fire and revive the frozen men. He sets down his backpack, not taking his eyes off of him.
The man (if it even is a man) revives the final man and sweeps his gaze over the group. His eyes stop on the shorter individual. He begins his approach, not a violent rush or a cautious stalk, but a curious stride. He reaches out one of his mangled hands and places it on top of their head before leaning down and tilting his head so they can see eye to burning socket.
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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.
Approaching the fire pit from the outskirts of the frozen village is a shorter figure, no more than five feet tall, wrapped in a grey coat and many layers of fabrics. His wrists and neck are wrapped in bandages, and he wears warm gloves and carries along with him a backpack. His Face is mostly obscured by fabrics, but he has pale skin, long, silver hair, and warm brown eyes.
he walks up closer to the fire, just 60 or so feet away now, pausing to watch the man walk out from the fire and revive the frozen men. He sets down his backpack, not taking his eyes off of him.
The man (if it even is a man) revives the final man and sweeps his gaze over the group. His eyes stop on the shorter individual. He begins his approach, not a violent rush or a cautious stalk, but a curious stride. He reaches out one of his mangled hands and places it on top of their head before leaning down and tilting his head so they can see eye to burning socket.
He stumbles back slightly as they approach. His eyes widen and he makes a squeaking sound.
“H-Hi… er… it’s real cold out, isn’t it?… I’m-uh-just here to bring some-…” not breaking eye contact, he reaches down to his backpack and opens one of the pockets, revealing bright red, glistening berries. Goodberries. A hundred or so.
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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 emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse. the dead clearing is silent, slowly growing larger
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!!!!!!
the emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse
From the trees, dozens of moths take flight, circling around the emissary from afar. mother Moth is watching it’s every move.
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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 man (if it even is a man) revives the final man and sweeps his gaze over the group. His eyes stop on the shorter individual. He begins his approach, not a violent rush or a cautious stalk, but a curious stride. He reaches out one of his mangled hands and places it on top of their head before leaning down and tilting his head so they can see eye to burning socket.
He stumbles back slightly as they approach. His eyes widen and he makes a squeaking sound.
“H-Hi… er… it’s real cold out, isn’t it?… I’m-uh-just here to bring some-…” not breaking eye contact, he reaches down to his backpack and opens one of the pockets, revealing bright red, glistening berries. Goodberries. A hundred or so.
The huge man looks down into the bag. He runs hand through the berries, picks one out, and eats it. He chews contemplatively, then nods. "Goodberries. Not a terrible option for emergencies. Good on you." He takes his hand off the kid(?)'s head. "So, why are you here?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse
From the trees, dozens of moths take flight, circling around the emissary from afar. mother Moth is watching it’s every move.
the emissary watches, its many mouths opening, letting out an anguished scream, driving many of the moths away
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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!!!!!!
The man (if it even is a man) revives the final man and sweeps his gaze over the group. His eyes stop on the shorter individual. He begins his approach, not a violent rush or a cautious stalk, but a curious stride. He reaches out one of his mangled hands and places it on top of their head before leaning down and tilting his head so they can see eye to burning socket.
He stumbles back slightly as they approach. His eyes widen and he makes a squeaking sound.
“H-Hi… er… it’s real cold out, isn’t it?… I’m-uh-just here to bring some-…” not breaking eye contact, he reaches down to his backpack and opens one of the pockets, revealing bright red, glistening berries. Goodberries. A hundred or so.
The huge man looks down into the bag. He runs hand through the berries, picks one out, and eats it. He chews contemplatively, then nods. "Goodberries. Not a terrible option for emergencies. Good on you." He takes his hand off the kid(?)'s head. "So, why are you here?"
He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Well, i-uh… saw that fire from afar and… well…” he pauses, looking to the villagers huddling for warmth. “I wanted to help!”
It’s hard to tell his exact age, but he’s probably younger than 18 and older than… 12, probably.
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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 emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse
From the trees, dozens of moths take flight, circling around the emissary from afar. mother Moth is watching it’s every move.
the emissary watches, its many mouths opening, letting out an anguished scream, driving many of the moths away
They scatter quickly, orbiting the emissary from hundreds of feet away now, and only a few of them.
the emissary sees movement in the trees. Mother Moth, following them from the ground.
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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 huge man looks down into the bag. He runs hand through the berries, picks one out, and eats it. He chews contemplatively, then nods. "Goodberries. Not a terrible option for emergencies. Good on you." He takes his hand off the kid(?)'s head. "So, why are you here?"
He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Well, i-uh… saw that fire from afar and… well…” he pauses, looking to the villagers huddling for warmth. “I wanted to help!”
It’s hard to tell his exact age, but he’s probably younger than 18 and older than… 12, probably.
"I see. That's good to hear. Personally, I'm here because not enough people are helping, and I think I can do better!" He straightens his singed collar. Then he leans back down, twisted sideways to get his oversized skeleton into position. "You don't seem especially prepared for survival out here. Goodberries are good, but you can't have come far in those clothes."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The huge man looks down into the bag. He runs hand through the berries, picks one out, and eats it. He chews contemplatively, then nods. "Goodberries. Not a terrible option for emergencies. Good on you." He takes his hand off the kid(?)'s head. "So, why are you here?"
He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Well, i-uh… saw that fire from afar and… well…” he pauses, looking to the villagers huddling for warmth. “I wanted to help!”
It’s hard to tell his exact age, but he’s probably younger than 18 and older than… 12, probably.
"I see. That's good to hear. Personally, I'm here because not enough people are helping, and I think I can do better!" He straightens his singed collar. Then he leans back down, twisted sideways to get his oversized skeleton into position. "You don't seem especially prepared for survival out here. Goodberries are good, but you can't have come far in those clothes."
“oh, heh, well- it’s only a few miles from where I came from,… I think. And I can do more than make goodberries! It’s cold, but I’m okay. For now.” He picks up his backpack and trudges through the snow towards the fire, passing out goodberries.
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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 see. That's good to hear. Personally, I'm here because not enough people are helping, and I think I can do better!" He straightens his singed collar. Then he leans back down, twisted sideways to get his oversized skeleton into position. "You don't seem especially prepared for survival out here. Goodberries are good, but you can't have come far in those clothes."
“oh, heh, well- it’s only a few miles from where I came from,… I think. And I can do more than make goodberries! It’s cold, but I’m okay. For now.” He picks up his backpack and trudges through the snow towards the fire, passing out goodberries.
The burnt man follows as if he were just hanging out with a close friend. "Really? You need some portable warmth." He hugs the boy from behind, reaching his arms around and passing over a worn survival guide, along with a box of matches. "Have you ever read the book 'To Build a Fire?' It's not a pleasant story. This is a guide, however, and shouldn't traumatize you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see. That's good to hear. Personally, I'm here because not enough people are helping, and I think I can do better!" He straightens his singed collar. Then he leans back down, twisted sideways to get his oversized skeleton into position. "You don't seem especially prepared for survival out here. Goodberries are good, but you can't have come far in those clothes."
“oh, heh, well- it’s only a few miles from where I came from,… I think. And I can do more than make goodberries! It’s cold, but I’m okay. For now.” He picks up his backpack and trudges through the snow towards the fire, passing out goodberries.
The burnt man follows as if he were just hanging out with a close friend. "Really? You need some portable warmth." He hugs the boy from behind, reaching his arms around and passing over a worn survival guide, along with a box of matches. "Have you ever read the book 'To Build a Fire?' It's not a pleasant story. This is a guide, however, and shouldn't traumatize you."
He takes the survival guide, stopping to look at it.”oh, thanks! Mom tried to get me to learn how to make a fire, but I didn’t pay attention much… what’s the story about? To Build a Fire?”
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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 burnt man follows as if he were just hanging out with a close friend. "Really? You need some portable warmth." He hugs the boy from behind, reaching his arms around and passing over a worn survival guide, along with a box of matches. "Have you ever read the book 'To Build a Fire?' It's not a pleasant story. This is a guide, however, and shouldn't traumatize you."
He takes the survival guide, stopping to look at it.”oh, thanks! Mom tried to get me to learn how to make a fire, but I didn’t pay attention much… what’s the story about? To Build a Fire?”
"Short-form fiction book. It's like watching a train crash from the inside in agonizingly slow motion. You get to see a man's inner thoughts as he freezes to death simply because he wasn't prepared, listening in as he tries and fails again and again to build a fire. Even his dog leaves him." He shakes his head solemnly. "Not pleasant."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The burnt man follows as if he were just hanging out with a close friend. "Really? You need some portable warmth." He hugs the boy from behind, reaching his arms around and passing over a worn survival guide, along with a box of matches. "Have you ever read the book 'To Build a Fire?' It's not a pleasant story. This is a guide, however, and shouldn't traumatize you."
He takes the survival guide, stopping to look at it.”oh, thanks! Mom tried to get me to learn how to make a fire, but I didn’t pay attention much… what’s the story about? To Build a Fire?”
"Short-form fiction book. It's like watching a train crash from the inside in agonizingly slow motion. You get to see a man's inner thoughts as he freezes to death simply because he wasn't prepared, listening in as he tries and fails again and again to build a fire. Even his dog leaves him." He shakes his head solemnly. "Not pleasant."
He frowns, looking up at the man.
”why would anyone write something like that?… what’s the point of a book without a happy ending?”
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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.”
the emissary of worms is approached by several cloaked humanoids. the emissary's body shudders, as it moves, disgorging several complete skeletons and human corpses. the humanoids drag them into the forest, to a clearing where nothing grows. it's bigger than last time. as the bodies enter the clearing, a cold wind blows in, and the bodies begin jerkily moving, bones crawling, forming a mishappen body, flesh sloughing off in sheets, bones cracking as they break to form connections. the body starts to stir. the humanoids begin chanting exultations, as the emissary of bones rises
Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
the emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse
From the trees, dozens of moths take flight, circling around the emissary from afar. mother Moth is watching it’s every move.
the emissary watches, its many mouths opening, letting out an anguished scream, driving many of the moths away
They scatter quickly, orbiting the emissary from hundreds of feet away now, and only a few of them.
the emissary sees movement in the trees. Mother Moth, following them from the ground.
the emissary looks at mother moth, makes a similar screaming noise, and flies away
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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!!!!!!
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Watching from afar, high in the branches of a tree, is Mother Moth. Spiders infest the woods around the ritual, serving as her eyes.
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 emissary, its head made from two distinct skulls, and quite a few animal skulls as well, turns, looking dead at one of the spiders
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!!!!!!
It scurries off, as do the dozens of others around that are serving as spies for their mother.
the moon shines bright above, an almost ethereal quality to it, as if it’s light was focusing on the circle of death.
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.”
A village is huddled around a large fire pit, huddling near the last embers for warmth, nibbling at frozen, rock-hard food. Men with axes lie frozen in the snow not far from the fire. One of the children left looks up from her father's chest to see someone walking toward the group. Eyes turn as snow crunches under the stranger's feet.
His clothes are clearly cheap, but stylish nontheless. He wears a double-breasted coat that goes down to his knees and has a large, fluffy collar, but the sleeves are rolled up and he wears fingerless gloves. His fingers have been burnt off, leaving charred bone, and his face looks only somewhat better. His lips and cheeks have been incinerated, leaving his long teeth exposed and smoke pouring from behind them. He wears an oversized chef's toque that shadows his eyes slightly, if you can call the empty, burned, tattered sockets eyes. He looks like a massive skeleton, almost. Just barely more flesh, just barely enough skin.
The hulking frame of the man walks into the fire pit, then simply stands there. He flexes his fire-flayed fingers, and some sparks emit from them. He roars and slams his fingertips into the burning coals, causing an explosion of scarlet flame that reaches just barely to the edges of the circle. The villagers stare in awe and confusion. Then they see the silhouette of the man in the fire, calmly walking out. The little girl gasps, seeing how he's unharmed despite being set alight. He walks past the people and begins kneeling in front of each woodsman, resuscitating them with warmth and some sort of whispered scripture.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Approaching the fire pit from the outskirts of the frozen village is a shorter figure, no more than five feet tall, wrapped in a grey coat and many layers of fabrics. His wrists and neck are wrapped in bandages, and he wears warm gloves and carries along with him a backpack. His Face is mostly obscured by fabrics, but he has pale skin, long, silver hair, and warm brown eyes.
he walks up closer to the fire, just 60 or so feet away now, pausing to watch the man walk out from the fire and revive the frozen men. He sets down his backpack, not taking his eyes off of him.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The man (if it even is a man) revives the final man and sweeps his gaze over the group. His eyes stop on the shorter individual. He begins his approach, not a violent rush or a cautious stalk, but a curious stride. He reaches out one of his mangled hands and places it on top of their head before leaning down and tilting his head so they can see eye to burning socket.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stumbles back slightly as they approach. His eyes widen and he makes a squeaking sound.
“H-Hi… er… it’s real cold out, isn’t it?… I’m-uh-just here to bring some-…” not breaking eye contact, he reaches down to his backpack and opens one of the pockets, revealing bright red, glistening berries. Goodberries. A hundred or so.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emissary spreads two skeletal wings, made from humanoid arms, and takes off. the humanoids disperse. the dead clearing is silent, slowly growing larger
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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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From the trees, dozens of moths take flight, circling around the emissary from afar. mother Moth is watching it’s every move.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The huge man looks down into the bag. He runs hand through the berries, picks one out, and eats it. He chews contemplatively, then nods. "Goodberries. Not a terrible option for emergencies. Good on you." He takes his hand off the kid(?)'s head. "So, why are you here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the emissary watches, its many mouths opening, letting out an anguished scream, driving many of the moths away
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He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Well, i-uh… saw that fire from afar and… well…” he pauses, looking to the villagers huddling for warmth. “I wanted to help!”
It’s hard to tell his exact age, but he’s probably younger than 18 and older than… 12, probably.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
They scatter quickly, orbiting the emissary from hundreds of feet away now, and only a few of them.
the emissary sees movement in the trees. Mother Moth, following them from the ground.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"I see. That's good to hear. Personally, I'm here because not enough people are helping, and I think I can do better!" He straightens his singed collar. Then he leans back down, twisted sideways to get his oversized skeleton into position. "You don't seem especially prepared for survival out here. Goodberries are good, but you can't have come far in those clothes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“oh, heh, well- it’s only a few miles from where I came from,… I think. And I can do more than make goodberries! It’s cold, but I’m okay. For now.” He picks up his backpack and trudges through the snow towards the fire, passing out goodberries.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The burnt man follows as if he were just hanging out with a close friend. "Really? You need some portable warmth." He hugs the boy from behind, reaching his arms around and passing over a worn survival guide, along with a box of matches. "Have you ever read the book 'To Build a Fire?' It's not a pleasant story. This is a guide, however, and shouldn't traumatize you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the survival guide, stopping to look at it.”oh, thanks! Mom tried to get me to learn how to make a fire, but I didn’t pay attention much… what’s the story about? To Build a Fire?”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Short-form fiction book. It's like watching a train crash from the inside in agonizingly slow motion. You get to see a man's inner thoughts as he freezes to death simply because he wasn't prepared, listening in as he tries and fails again and again to build a fire. Even his dog leaves him." He shakes his head solemnly. "Not pleasant."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He frowns, looking up at the man.
”why would anyone write something like that?… what’s the point of a book without a happy ending?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
the emissary looks at mother moth, makes a similar screaming noise, and flies away
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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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