Gardziel is dancing and singing as spiders, moths, bats, and weasels play around him, looking like some sort of corrupted Disney princess. He radiates a divine warmth, keeping the critters from freezing.
"All eyes on me, you thinking I'm heartless! Watch every piece that I played like Sonatas! You wanna know what it's like in the darkness, I'll be the one to select like I'm Darwin, Feel like an artist - way I'm correcting mistakes in the margin! Only want justice if you're not the target! Morals are black until I turn them scarlet! I pave a way through the pain and the carnage! They need a god, and a god they've been GRANTED!"
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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.
*Yes, that sounds lovely! Who would you like me to play as?*
*hmm… Helianth could be fun! Also Adeline if you wish.*
*who would you like me to use? I have Mother Moth, Julius, and, as of yesterday, one of Mother Moth’s adopted children, Amaris*
*Alrighty, I'll go with both! As for which ones I'd like, let's go with... Julius and Amaris, please!*
The god-eater, restored to its former gluttonous glory, and is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, taking in the cool winter sunlight as it ponders what to do next. Its gleaming golden glow can be seen from hundreds of feet away- a beacon of stolen starlight.
Adeline sits in a makeshift hammock strung up between a copse of trees like a spider in their web, just a little ways away from the Sanctuary. She's humming as she knits together her cocoon- it's almost entirely ready. The real question, though, is whether she is.
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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)
*Yes, that sounds lovely! Who would you like me to play as?*
*hmm… Helianth could be fun! Also Adeline if you wish.*
*who would you like me to use? I have Mother Moth, Julius, and, as of yesterday, one of Mother Moth’s adopted children, Amaris*
*Alrighty, I'll go with both! As for which ones I'd like, let's go with... Julius and Amaris, please!*
The god-eater, restored to its former gluttonous glory, and is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, taking in the cool winter sunlight as it ponders what to do next. Its gleaming golden glow can be seen from hundreds of feet away- a beacon of stolen starlight.
Adeline sits in a makeshift hammock strung up between a copse of trees like a spider in their web, just a little ways away from the Sanctuary. She's humming as she knits together her cocoon- it's almost entirely ready. The real question, though, is whether she is.
The Harvest prince lands a few hundred feet away on cloven hooves, the glow of his eyes nowhere near as intense as that of the Angel of Emptiness’. A warm breeze blows in, and as snow melts, fresh grass and brambles spring to life in their place, fruiting and rotting as Julius walks away from them and towards the Starshredder.
Amaris- a pale boy with silver hair and warm, brown eyes, standing at about five feet, wrapped in a gray coat and many layers of thick clothing, climbs up one of the trees and looks to Adeline. “Whatchya making?” He asks. He nearly slips and falls, but catches himself. In his wake, a few flecks of moth scales swirl in the air, despite the fact he has no wings, or Antennae, even. Not yet.
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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.”
*hmm… Helianth could be fun! Also Adeline if you wish.*
*who would you like me to use? I have Mother Moth, Julius, and, as of yesterday, one of Mother Moth’s adopted children, Amaris*
*Alrighty, I'll go with both! As for which ones I'd like, let's go with... Julius and Amaris, please!*
The god-eater, restored to its former gluttonous glory, and is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, taking in the cool winter sunlight as it ponders what to do next. Its gleaming golden glow can be seen from hundreds of feet away- a beacon of stolen starlight.
Adeline sits in a makeshift hammock strung up between a copse of trees like a spider in their web, just a little ways away from the Sanctuary. She's humming as she knits together her cocoon- it's almost entirely ready. The real question, though, is whether she is.
The Harvest prince lands a few hundred feet away on cloven hooves, the glow of his eyes nowhere near as intense as that of the Angel of Emptiness’. A warm breeze blows in, and as snow melts, fresh grass and brambles spring to life in their place, fruiting and rotting as Julius walks away from them and towards the Starshredder.
Amaris- a pale boy with silver hair and warm, brown eyes, standing at about five feet, wrapped in a gray coat and many layers of thick clothing, climbs up one of the trees and looks to Adeline. “Whatchya making?” He asks. He nearly slips and falls, but catches himself. In his wake, a few flecks of moth scales swirl in the air, despite the fact he has no wings, or Antennae, even. Not yet.
It watches the prince land and begin approaching, and the death angel spreads its fiery wings and flies from the ship's upper deck to meet him halfway. It lands in the grass about a hundred feet away like a meteor, scorching the earth where it touches down, before walking out from the ensuing cloud of dust and ash towards him. "Greetings, Prince Julius. It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been?"
The nymph looks up at the tree he is perched upon a split second before he is even there, smiling as she recognizes his voice. "I don't quite know that yet. I've been working on it for a while- all I know is that it feels important." She explains, brushing a bit of moth dust from her shawl and unknowingly scattering a few flecks of similar tiny soft scales from within her sweater sleeve as she does so.
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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)
*hmm… Helianth could be fun! Also Adeline if you wish.*
*who would you like me to use? I have Mother Moth, Julius, and, as of yesterday, one of Mother Moth’s adopted children, Amaris*
*Alrighty, I'll go with both! As for which ones I'd like, let's go with... Julius and Amaris, please!*
The god-eater, restored to its former gluttonous glory, and is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, taking in the cool winter sunlight as it ponders what to do next. Its gleaming golden glow can be seen from hundreds of feet away- a beacon of stolen starlight.
Adeline sits in a makeshift hammock strung up between a copse of trees like a spider in their web, just a little ways away from the Sanctuary. She's humming as she knits together her cocoon- it's almost entirely ready. The real question, though, is whether she is.
The Harvest prince lands a few hundred feet away on cloven hooves, the glow of his eyes nowhere near as intense as that of the Angel of Emptiness’. A warm breeze blows in, and as snow melts, fresh grass and brambles spring to life in their place, fruiting and rotting as Julius walks away from them and towards the Starshredder.
Amaris- a pale boy with silver hair and warm, brown eyes, standing at about five feet, wrapped in a gray coat and many layers of thick clothing, climbs up one of the trees and looks to Adeline. “Whatchya making?” He asks. He nearly slips and falls, but catches himself. In his wake, a few flecks of moth scales swirl in the air, despite the fact he has no wings, or Antennae, even. Not yet.
It watches the prince land and begin approaching, and the death angel spreads its fiery wings and flies from the ship's upper deck to meet him halfway. It lands in the grass about a hundred feet away like a meteor, scorching the earth where it touches down, before walking out from the ensuing cloud of dust and ash towards him. "Greetings, Prince Julius. It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been?"
The nymph looks up at the tree he is perched upon a split second before he is even there, smiling as she recognizes his voice. "I don't quite know that yet. I've been working on it for a while- all I know is that it feels important." She explains, brushing a bit of moth dust from her shawl and unknowingly scattering a few flecks of similar tiny soft scales from within her sweater sleeve as she does so.
Thorny brambles that radiate heat, light pouring out from the cracks in their outer wood, burst from the ground around Julius and snake across the earth, forming a small field of ashen brambles around him. He adjusts his crown of wheat. “Busy. I see you’ve… dealt with the Flame.”
he climbs a bit closer, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “…does it have something to do with… what’s-uh… going on with you? Mom hasn’t told me anything about 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.”
*feeling very creative, so I feel like writing some stuff about Mother Moth and her children.*
*I imagine that she has had many, many, many adopted children over the years, but probably only has a couple dozen at one time. So her sanctuary (outside of times of crisis like this) would be made up of her moth, spider, et cetera children that she’s raising, numerous mortal and fey servants/allies/warlocks, her adopted children, and any guests She has.*
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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.”
*feeling very creative, so I feel like writing some stuff about Mother Moth and her children.*
*I imagine that she has had many, many, many adopted children over the years, but probably only has a couple dozen at one time. So her sanctuary (outside of times of crisis like this) would be made up of her moth, spider, et cetera children that she’s raising, numerous mortal and fey servants/allies/warlocks, her adopted children, and any guests She has.*
*I enjoy this lore*
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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 Harvest prince lands a few hundred feet away on cloven hooves, the glow of his eyes nowhere near as intense as that of the Angel of Emptiness’. A warm breeze blows in, and as snow melts, fresh grass and brambles spring to life in their place, fruiting and rotting as Julius walks away from them and towards the Starshredder.
Amaris- a pale boy with silver hair and warm, brown eyes, standing at about five feet, wrapped in a gray coat and many layers of thick clothing, climbs up one of the trees and looks to Adeline. “Whatchya making?” He asks. He nearly slips and falls, but catches himself. In his wake, a few flecks of moth scales swirl in the air, despite the fact he has no wings, or Antennae, even. Not yet.
It watches the prince land and begin approaching, and the death angel spreads its fiery wings and flies from the ship's upper deck to meet him halfway. It lands in the grass about a hundred feet away like a meteor, scorching the earth where it touches down, before walking out from the ensuing cloud of dust and ash towards him. "Greetings, Prince Julius. It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been?"
The nymph looks up at the tree he is perched upon a split second before he is even there, smiling as she recognizes his voice. "I don't quite know that yet. I've been working on it for a while- all I know is that it feels important." She explains, brushing a bit of moth dust from her shawl and unknowingly scattering a few flecks of similar tiny soft scales from within her sweater sleeve as she does so.
Thorny brambles that radiate heat, light pouring out from the cracks in their outer wood, burst from the ground around Julius and snake across the earth, forming a small field of ashen brambles around him. He adjusts his crown of wheat. “Busy. I see you’ve… dealt with the Flame.”
he climbs a bit closer, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “…does it have something to do with… what’s-uh… going on with you? Mom hasn’t told me anything about it…”
"Yes, it was... quite the challenge, but I managed to convince it to surrender its power. Now, we're taking a break and planning what's next for us." It explains with unnerving nonchalance. It seems a bit surprised that Julius formed the shield around himself, but doesn't say anything.
"...Yeah, I think it does. I started making it when... when what's going on with me started. I don't know why, but I did, and I don't know why, but I'm finishing it." She sighs, rummaging through her satchel for a moment to produce her journal, which she offers to Amaris. "Here. If you wanna know the details, I started writing about it forty pages ago."
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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 was also thinking of doing some homebrew, first ideas on my mind all being mother moth related. Warlock of Mother Moth, some sort of magic item, and then possibly redoing her stats*
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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.”
*feeling very creative, so I feel like writing some stuff about Mother Moth and her children.*
*I imagine that she has had many, many, many adopted children over the years, but probably only has a couple dozen at one time. So her sanctuary (outside of times of crisis like this) would be made up of her moth, spider, et cetera children that she’s raising, numerous mortal and fey servants/allies/warlocks, her adopted children, and any guests She has.*
*That's really cool- I really like how her lore continues to develop over time!*
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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)
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*(Begins jamming out)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello, mine good friend! How doth thee fare?*
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)
*(starts jamming out as well)*
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 am simply Marvelous! How are you?*
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 am marvelous as well! Good to hear you're doing well!*
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)
*together, we are incredibly marvelous!*
*do you wish to roleplay?*
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.”
*Marvelous ^2!*
*Yes, that sounds lovely! Who would you like me to play as?*
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)
*hmm… Helianth could be fun! Also Adeline if you wish.*
*who would you like me to use? I have Mother Moth, Julius, and, as of yesterday, one of Mother Moth’s adopted children, Amaris*
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.”
Gardziel is dancing and singing as spiders, moths, bats, and weasels play around him, looking like some sort of corrupted Disney princess. He radiates a divine warmth, keeping the critters from freezing.
"All eyes on me, you thinking I'm heartless!
Watch every piece that I played like Sonatas!
You wanna know what it's like in the darkness,
I'll be the one to select like I'm Darwin,
Feel like an artist - way I'm correcting mistakes in the margin!
Only want justice if you're not the target!
Morals are black until I turn them scarlet!
I pave a way through the pain and the carnage!
They need a god, and a god they've been GRANTED!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have not a lot of time, but I will continue this tomorrow if anyone is on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alrighty, I'll go with both! As for which ones I'd like, let's go with... Julius and Amaris, please!*
The god-eater, restored to its former gluttonous glory, and is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, taking in the cool winter sunlight as it ponders what to do next. Its gleaming golden glow can be seen from hundreds of feet away- a beacon of stolen starlight.
Adeline sits in a makeshift hammock strung up between a copse of trees like a spider in their web, just a little ways away from the Sanctuary. She's humming as she knits together her cocoon- it's almost entirely ready. The real question, though, is whether she is.
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 Harvest prince lands a few hundred feet away on cloven hooves, the glow of his eyes nowhere near as intense as that of the Angel of Emptiness’. A warm breeze blows in, and as snow melts, fresh grass and brambles spring to life in their place, fruiting and rotting as Julius walks away from them and towards the Starshredder.
Amaris- a pale boy with silver hair and warm, brown eyes, standing at about five feet, wrapped in a gray coat and many layers of thick clothing, climbs up one of the trees and looks to Adeline. “Whatchya making?” He asks. He nearly slips and falls, but catches himself. In his wake, a few flecks of moth scales swirl in the air, despite the fact he has no wings, or Antennae, even. Not yet.
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.”
*Got an internet extension, so I'm here for a bit longer, about half an hour.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It watches the prince land and begin approaching, and the death angel spreads its fiery wings and flies from the ship's upper deck to meet him halfway. It lands in the grass about a hundred feet away like a meteor, scorching the earth where it touches down, before walking out from the ensuing cloud of dust and ash towards him. "Greetings, Prince Julius. It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been?"
The nymph looks up at the tree he is perched upon a split second before he is even there, smiling as she recognizes his voice. "I don't quite know that yet. I've been working on it for a while- all I know is that it feels important." She explains, brushing a bit of moth dust from her shawl and unknowingly scattering a few flecks of similar tiny soft scales from within her sweater sleeve as she does so.
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)
Thorny brambles that radiate heat, light pouring out from the cracks in their outer wood, burst from the ground around Julius and snake across the earth, forming a small field of ashen brambles around him. He adjusts his crown of wheat. “Busy. I see you’ve… dealt with the Flame.”
he climbs a bit closer, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “…does it have something to do with… what’s-uh… going on with you? Mom hasn’t told me anything about it…”
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.”
*feeling very creative, so I feel like writing some stuff about Mother Moth and her children.*
*I imagine that she has had many, many, many adopted children over the years, but probably only has a couple dozen at one time. So her sanctuary (outside of times of crisis like this) would be made up of her moth, spider, et cetera children that she’s raising, numerous mortal and fey servants/allies/warlocks, her adopted children, and any guests She has.*
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 enjoy this lore*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, it was... quite the challenge, but I managed to convince it to surrender its power. Now, we're taking a break and planning what's next for us." It explains with unnerving nonchalance. It seems a bit surprised that Julius formed the shield around himself, but doesn't say anything.
"...Yeah, I think it does. I started making it when... when what's going on with me started. I don't know why, but I did, and I don't know why, but I'm finishing it." She sighs, rummaging through her satchel for a moment to produce her journal, which she offers to Amaris. "Here. If you wanna know the details, I started writing about it forty pages ago."
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 was also thinking of doing some homebrew, first ideas on my mind all being mother moth related. Warlock of Mother Moth, some sort of magic item, and then possibly redoing her stats*
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 really cool- I really like how her lore continues to develop over time!*
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)