The Autumn Country (Hunt for the Barley King)

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

 it laughs, a squishy, unpleasant sound. "I.... assure...... you...... I...... am....... not....... a...... person....... and...... you're........ a........ collection....... of...... tissue..... and...... bile....... playacting....... at....... civilization"

The bird, Rojo, tries to take a bite at one of the worms and land on the shoulder of the thing. “Looks like he likes you.” She says grudgingly.

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

 it laughs, a squishy, unpleasant sound. "I.... assure...... you...... I...... am....... not....... a...... person....... and...... you're........ a........ collection....... of...... tissue..... and...... bile....... playacting....... at....... civilization"

The bird, Rojo, tries to take a bite at one of the worms and land on the shoulder of the thing. “Looks like he likes you.” She says grudgingly.

 "interesting....... usually....... animals........ despise...... me........ I....... suppose....... I....... should.......... welcome........ you......... to......... the........ autumn....... country"

 “I know what this place is.”

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

 it laughs, a squishy, unpleasant sound. "I.... assure...... you...... I...... am....... not....... a...... person....... and...... you're........ a........ collection....... of...... tissue..... and...... bile....... playacting....... at....... civilization"

The bird, Rojo, tries to take a bite at one of the worms and land on the shoulder of the thing. “Looks like he likes you.” She says grudgingly.

 "interesting....... usually....... animals........ despise...... me........ I....... suppose....... I....... should.......... welcome........ you......... to......... the........ autumn....... country"

 “I know what this place is.”

 "fair...... enough......" one of the robed humanoids comes up to the creature and says something quietley. the creature says something back, and the robed figure leaves. you saw the breifest glimpse of their face. they had mushrooms growing out of one eye socket

 “Erm, who’s that?”

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

 it laughs, a squishy, unpleasant sound. "I.... assure...... you...... I...... am....... not....... a...... person....... and...... you're........ a........ collection....... of...... tissue..... and...... bile....... playacting....... at....... civilization"

The bird, Rojo, tries to take a bite at one of the worms and land on the shoulder of the thing. “Looks like he likes you.” She says grudgingly.

 "interesting....... usually....... animals........ despise...... me........ I....... suppose....... I....... should.......... welcome........ you......... to......... the........ autumn....... country"

 “I know what this place is.”

 "fair...... enough......" one of the robed humanoids comes up to the creature and says something quietley. the creature says something back, and the robed figure leaves. you saw the breifest glimpse of their face. they had mushrooms growing out of one eye socket

 “Erm, who’s that?”

 "they..... are....... His....... servents........ gathering........ wicker......... for........ a........ festival.........."

 “Who’s servants?”

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Stumbling along the road is a short girl, with long red hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright green, and she wears a brown coat and wool pants covered in maple leaves. A large stick is strapped to her back, and she walks with a limp. There are scorch marks along the right side of her neck, and she has a wide smile on her face that seems to be hiding something beneath it.

 she sees some cloaked humanoids in the feild, gathering grasses. there's a lot of worms on the ground

 She whistles quickly, and a flash of fire appears in the air as a bright red parrot flies out of the flames, untouched by them, and lands on her shoulder. “Rojo, go scout out those fields.” She orders the parrot, and it flies over to the people, circling over them.

 the humanoids take no notice. a cold wind blows in. the ground is rising in front of her, shifting and cracking, a veritable torrent of fat, red, glistening worms bursting forth, climbing on top of each other, until the pile is almost the size of her, and still growing

 She grimaces. “That is not natural.” 

 the worms finally stop piling up, standing a few inches taller than you. "on.... the...... contrary........ I....... am........ the....... part........ of........ nature....... that....... few....... acknowlege........"

 “Uh, hi?” She says. “Rojo, come back here.”

 the worms shift, forming the suggestion of hands with intertwined fingers, and a circular hollow, resembling a singular eye. "what..... brings...... you....... here......?"

 “Traveling.” She says quickly. “Wandering the countryside, running, walking, doing everything I can to stay alive. And you are a threat to my staying alive.”

 "you.... wound..... me...... I.... have....... been...... nothing...... but....... polite"

 “You are a giant pile of worms. Also I do not like people. They tend to attack you.”

 it laughs, a squishy, unpleasant sound. "I.... assure...... you...... I...... am....... not....... a...... person....... and...... you're........ a........ collection....... of...... tissue..... and...... bile....... playacting....... at....... civilization"

The bird, Rojo, tries to take a bite at one of the worms and land on the shoulder of the thing. “Looks like he likes you.” She says grudgingly.

 "interesting....... usually....... animals........ despise...... me........ I....... suppose....... I....... should.......... welcome........ you......... to......... the........ autumn....... country"

 “I know what this place is.”

 "fair...... enough......" one of the robed humanoids comes up to the creature and says something quietley. the creature says something back, and the robed figure leaves. you saw the breifest glimpse of their face. they had mushrooms growing out of one eye socket

 “Erm, who’s that?”

 "they..... are....... His....... servents........ gathering........ wicker......... for........ a........ festival.........."

 “Who’s servants?”

 "Him....... The Rotman......" a cold wind blows through

 “I have heard of no Rotman.”

*Anyone on?*

Mother Moth travels along a silk path through the web-choked forest that her Silken Sanctuary lies in. Her wings wrapped around her thin, delicate seeming frame, she shivers slightly in the cold. A human man, no more than 20, follows closely behind, gifted warm clothes by Mother Moth as she leads him to the sanctuary. In her palm, a small flame, a bright white, like moonlight, dances, radiating some modicum of heat.

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Mother Moth travels along a silk path through the web-choked forest that her Silken Sanctuary lies in. Her wings wrapped around her thin, delicate seeming frame, she shivers slightly in the cold. A human man, no more than 20, follows closely behind, gifted warm clothes by Mother Moth as she leads him to the sanctuary. In her palm, a small flame, a bright white, like moonlight, dances, radiating some modicum of heat.

 The fire flickers, then flares scarlet with an unnatural warmth. "That's better, isn't it?"

The burnt man stands to the side of the road, covered in webs. The spiders hadn't alerted Mother Moth of his presence for some reason.

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Mother Moth travels along a silk path through the web-choked forest that her Silken Sanctuary lies in. Her wings wrapped around her thin, delicate seeming frame, she shivers slightly in the cold. A human man, no more than 20, follows closely behind, gifted warm clothes by Mother Moth as she leads him to the sanctuary. In her palm, a small flame, a bright white, like moonlight, dances, radiating some modicum of heat.

 The fire flickers, then flares scarlet with an unnatural warmth. "That's better, isn't it?"

The burnt man stands to the side of the road, covered in webs. The spiders hadn't alerted Mother Moth of his presence for some reason.

 She looks into the flame, surprised. Her eyes dart to the Burnt man.

”why, thank you…” she starts, her antennae twitching. “May I ask who you are? Do you seek shelter?” She takes a few steps towards Gardziel, her wings shifting slightly to reveal the imposing, dark gray, eyelike patterns they are decorated with.

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 The fire flickers, then flares scarlet with an unnatural warmth. "That's better, isn't it?"

The burnt man stands to the side of the road, covered in webs. The spiders hadn't alerted Mother Moth of his presence for some reason.

 She looks into the flame, surprised. Her eyes dart to the Burnt man.

”why, thank you…” she starts, her antennae twitching. “May I ask who you are? Do you seek shelter?” She takes a few steps towards Gardziel, her wings shifting slightly to reveal the imposing, dark gray, eyelike patterns they are decorated with.

 His breath doesn't fog so much as it smokes. The pure white glow of his 'irises' cut through it though, creating an eerie effect.

"You're the one who needs shelter. You came unprepared, and you must know that nature exacts a hefty price for such things, even if you are a part of it." He steps diagonally onto the path, making sure not to step on any insects or arachnids. He licks his long, eternally exposed teeth with his blackened tongue. "I am Gardziel Salt."

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 The fire flickers, then flares scarlet with an unnatural warmth. "That's better, isn't it?"

The burnt man stands to the side of the road, covered in webs. The spiders hadn't alerted Mother Moth of his presence for some reason.

 She looks into the flame, surprised. Her eyes dart to the Burnt man.

”why, thank you…” she starts, her antennae twitching. “May I ask who you are? Do you seek shelter?” She takes a few steps towards Gardziel, her wings shifting slightly to reveal the imposing, dark gray, eyelike patterns they are decorated with.

 His breath doesn't fog so much as it smokes. The pure white glow of his 'irises' cut through it though, creating an eerie effect.

"You're the one who needs shelter. You came unprepared, and you must know that nature exacts a hefty price for such things, even if you are a part of it." He steps diagonally onto the path, making sure not to step on any insects or arachnids. He licks his long, eternally exposed teeth with his blackened tongue. "I am Gardziel Salt."

 She tilts her head. “You met my son, Amaris. He told me about you.” Arachnids scatter in as he steps onto the path.

”we’re making the best out of the situation… this is not my preferred location, but we can help.-… how rude of me, You may call me Mother Moth. It is a pleasure to meet you, Gardziel.”

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