”what’s important To do first is kill the lamb. Maybe we could leave after we get the lamb, sacrifice it, and then Autumn would return… a major advantage Amina has over the court is that our subjects- the human and other mortal ones- are especially… fragile, and they struggle in the winter.”
he pauses, replaying that sentence in his head. “good chance?… is something else happening? Like, in your brain?” He asks, worried. His fingers subconsciously drum against the tree he’s leaning on, an act which causes a small offshoot of the branch grow new leaves, shed them, and sprout new ones over and over again. (Druidcraft)
"That... is a serious problem indeed. We may have to rely on our non-mortal allies for this siege, then." The god-eater roots itself into the now-charred soil around it, deep in thought. "The lamb is the most important goal. Though, why can't we just kill the lamb while it's in Ghulheim?"
"...Yes. It hasn't been messing with my memory or personality, but it... it's been changing things. I'm still me, though, and there's good odds that if this happens to you or another of our siblings, they'll still be them." She tries to muster a smile to somewhat reassure him, but she's just as worried if not more so.
“The Cult of the Barley King traditionally sacrifices The lamb and turns its body into alcohol, so I thought we’d bring it to them… they are not the most powerful of our allies (that’d be one of the Autumn Court) but they number in the thousands and have members everywhere. I thought it would be best to appease them… we could kill it there, though.”
he nods, trying to slow down his breathing. “uh-huh… y’know, you’re probably right…” he fidgets with bandages wrapping around his neck- Adeline hadn’t previously seen them, covered by his coat. “who’s Piecemeal?”
"Alright, good to know. So we bring it to them if we can, kill it immediately if we realize we can't." It's silent for a moment, pondering what else could be added to this plan. "Amina's throne is on a large plateau in the middle of Ghulheim- we would have to fly or climb our way up to reach her unless I find one of the few gates that leads there directly. I could go check to see which ones those are."
"He's a friend of mine- a hunter with a vendetta against the Sugarplum Fairy and a love of bonfires. We first met when setting up the big bonfire the journal mentions." She explains, before her eyes drift to the bandages around his neck. "What happened with those bandages, if I may ask? If you're hurt, maybe I could help."
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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 emissary of bones is flying around, looking for something
the emissary of worms is directing cultists to gather wicker
the emissary of lichen is currentley dead
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"Alright, good to know. So we bring it to them if we can, kill it immediately if we realize we can't." It's silent for a moment, pondering what else could be added to this plan. "Amina's throne is on a large plateau in the middle of Ghulheim- we would have to fly or climb our way up to reach her unless I find one of the few gates that leads there directly. I could go check to see which ones those are."
"He's a friend of mine- a hunter with a vendetta against the Sugarplum Fairy and a love of bonfires. We first met when setting up the big bonfire the journal mentions." She explains, before her eyes drift to the bandages around his neck. "What happened with those bandages, if I may ask? If you're hurt, maybe I could help."
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 have made an even more disgusting build for Gardziel. Less damage and resistances, but his HP is about 150% of what it was before.*
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 bones is flying around, looking for something
the emissary of worms is directing cultists to gather wicker
the emissary of lichen is currentley dead
the skeletal cultist is experimenting with something
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!!!!!!