They nod, finishing their extended, multi-jointed shovel-arm. "Fear won't protect you. Everyone loses themself eventually. You lose yourself many times over the course of your life. No man steps in a river twice, since..." They grunt, plunging the shovel into the frozen earth, "...it's not the same man, nor is it the same river." She looks up at Adeline. "What is it specifically that you're worried about losing?"
The almost-fey thinks for a while, before answering. "...I'm scared of losing control of myself. That the hunger... the bloodthirst... will take over and I won't wake up again. That... that... I'll... hurt someone I care about... and be powerless to stop it..." Tears are fully running down her face again, making it more difficult to help dig out the grave, but she persists. "...I'm terrified of that..."
Carnival slowly closes their eyes and continues working. I... have an ability... that... might... might... help...
She takes a deep breath. it doesn't fog. That rage you felt... Direct it at me... and I will isolate the influence... I want you to attack me.
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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.
They nod, finishing their extended, multi-jointed shovel-arm. "Fear won't protect you. Everyone loses themself eventually. You lose yourself many times over the course of your life. No man steps in a river twice, since..." They grunt, plunging the shovel into the frozen earth, "...it's not the same man, nor is it the same river." She looks up at Adeline. "What is it specifically that you're worried about losing?"
The almost-fey thinks for a while, before answering. "...I'm scared of losing control of myself. That the hunger... the bloodthirst... will take over and I won't wake up again. That... that... I'll... hurt someone I care about... and be powerless to stop it..." Tears are fully running down her face again, making it more difficult to help dig out the grave, but she persists. "...I'm terrified of that..."
Carnival slowly closes their eyes and continues working. I... have an ability... that... might... might... help...
She takes a deep breath. it doesn't fog. That rage you felt... Direct it at me... and I will isolate the influence... I want you to attack me.
The nymph seems surprised, but for some reason she can't quite place, trusts her. "Alright... I'll dig the rest of the grave... then I'll give it my best shot." She finishes excavating the last few bits of earth from the plot over a few minutes, and then she plants the shovel in the earth and readies herself, adjusting her stance.
"Okay... here I go... I really hope you know what you're doing..." She focuses for a moment, and her acidic claws return again, her eyes locked onto Carnival. "...Let's do this." Then, she bolts forward. (Adeline's Initiative: 14)
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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)
Carnival slowly closes their eyes and continues working. I... have an ability... that... might... might... help...
She takes a deep breath. it doesn't fog. That rage you felt... Direct it at me... and I will isolate the influence... I want you to attack me.
The nymph seems surprised, but for some reason she can't quite place, trusts her. "Alright... I'll dig the rest of the grave... then I'll give it my best shot." She finishes excavating the last few bits of earth from the plot over a few minutes, and then she plants the shovel in the earth and readies herself, adjusting her stance.
"Okay... here I go... I really hope you know what you're doing..." She focuses for a moment, and her acidic claws return again, her eyes locked onto Carnival. "...Let's do this." Then, she bolts forward. (Adeline's Initiative: 18)
Faster, faster! Carnival urges with uncharacteristic intensity.
(Carnival's Initiative: 19)
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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.
Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
*Contain yourself, Baalz! 😳* *And yes, I am back. Although with limited resources given that I currently cannot recover my old account.*
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Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
*Contain yourself, Baalz! 😳* *And yes, I am back. Although with limited resources given that I currently cannot recover my old account.*
*You will make the most beautiful wallpaper* *Don't worry about it. Well, actually, if you had stuff on your old account, that kinda sucks.*
*I am concerned* *I had MotM and a subscription i think, and I used one of BigBrainGoblin's old campaigns for lots extra. they're full now tho :(*
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Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
The nymph seems surprised, but for some reason she can't quite place, trusts her. "Alright... I'll dig the rest of the grave... then I'll give it my best shot." She finishes excavating the last few bits of earth from the plot over a few minutes, and then she plants the shovel in the earth and readies herself, adjusting her stance.
"Okay... here I go... I really hope you know what you're doing..." She focuses for a moment, and her acidic claws return again, her eyes locked onto Carnival. "...Let's do this." Then, she bolts forward. (Adeline's Initiative: 18)
Faster, faster! Carnival urges with uncharacteristic intensity.
(Carnival's Initiative: 17)
Adeline's breath quickens and her sprint towards Carnival hastens as well, her eyes remaining locked with theirs. With a small fragment of something like her mother's fey agility, she leaps forward at them, acidic talons outstretched, as she slashes towards them with a frenzied strike (23 to hit, 6 acid damage). Hit or miss, she lands in the snow a few feet away, her claws dragging across the frozen ground for a moment as she slides to a halt, returning to an upright stance a second later.
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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)
Faster, faster! Carnival urges with uncharacteristic intensity.
(Carnival's Initiative: 17)
Adeline's breath quickens and her sprint towards Carnival hastens as well, her eyes remaining locked with theirs. With a small fragment of something like her mother's fey agility, she leaps forward at them, acidic talons outstretched, as she slashes towards them with a frenzied strike (23 to hit, 6 acid damage). Hit or miss, she lands in the snow a few feet away, her claws dragging across the frozen ground for a moment as she slides to a halt, returning to an upright stance a second later.
A scattering of pink, blue, and green droplets hit the snow. The strugel stands there, four deep gashes on her arm splitting open as the white flesh is melted away.
"Wrong." She murmurs. "I need more aggression still."
They hold out their arm as it swells and morphs into a spiked club before launching out like a meteor hammer, swinging wildly as the rest of her body lengthens, flesh bursting, slime spraying, ice forming. "I WATCHED IT HAPPEN. I WATCHED WINTER FALL. I FELT THE COURT'S PRESENCE. AND I DID NOTHING. I AM THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR FRIENDS WHEN I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM. I WATCHED THEM DIE, ADELINE. RAGE! KILL!"
Adeline feels a massive impact before the biological weapon even hits her. Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Bludgeoning.
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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.
Faster, faster! Carnival urges with uncharacteristic intensity.
(Carnival's Initiative: 17)
Adeline's breath quickens and her sprint towards Carnival hastens as well, her eyes remaining locked with theirs. With a small fragment of something like her mother's fey agility, she leaps forward at them, acidic talons outstretched, as she slashes towards them with a frenzied strike (23 to hit, 6 acid damage). Hit or miss, she lands in the snow a few feet away, her claws dragging across the frozen ground for a moment as she slides to a halt, returning to an upright stance a second later.
A scattering of pink, blue, and green droplets hit the snow. The strugel stands there, four deep gashes on her arm splitting open as the white flesh is melted away.
"Wrong." She murmurs. "I need more aggression still."
They hold out their arm as it swells and morphs into a spiked club before launching out like a meteor hammer, swinging wildly as the rest of her body lengthens, flesh bursting, slime spraying, ice forming. "I WATCHED IT HAPPEN. I WATCHED WINTER FALL. I FELT THE COURT'S PRESENCE. AND I DID NOTHING. I AM THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR FRIENDS WHEN I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM. I WATCHED THEM DIE, ADELINE. RAGE! KILL!"
Adeline feels a massive impact before the biological weapon even hits her. Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Bludgeoning.
The force of that one attack sends the moth-child flying, her shoulder and side being hurriedly introduced to the uncompromising bark of a tree. Splinters fly out in different directions as she falls to her knees in the snow- another blow like that could be enough to seriously hurt her, if not worse. Carnival's words echo in her mind, and she feels that writhing, clawing whirlwind of emotions surge with ferocity, scratching its way up her throat and lungs like fire and screaming within her skull. RAGE. FEED. KILL. CONSUME. CONSUME. CONSUME.
An ethereal set of chitinous plates, coated with translucent moth fuzz, appear around Adeline like armor as the effects of Barkskin are changed slightly by her fey influence. Her eyes burning with an almost inhuman ferocity, she shrieks and charges forth again, skittering across the snow almost like the ghouls she hunts, before pouncing again with a flurry of claws. (18 to hit, 5 acid damage).
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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)
A scattering of pink, blue, and green droplets hit the snow. The strugel stands there, four deep gashes on her arm splitting open as the white flesh is melted away.
"Wrong." She murmurs. "I need more aggression still."
They hold out their arm as it swells and morphs into a spiked club before launching out like a meteor hammer, swinging wildly as the rest of her body lengthens, flesh bursting, slime spraying, ice forming. "I WATCHED IT HAPPEN. I WATCHED WINTER FALL. I FELT THE COURT'S PRESENCE. AND I DID NOTHING. I AM THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR FRIENDS WHEN I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM. I WATCHED THEM DIE, ADELINE. RAGE! KILL!"
Adeline feels a massive impact before the biological weapon even hits her. Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Bludgeoning.
The force of that one attack sends the moth-child flying, her shoulder and side being hurriedly introduced to the uncompromising bark of a tree. Splinters fly out in different directions as she falls to her knees in the snow- another blow like that could be enough to seriously hurt her, if not worse. Carnival's words echo in her mind, and she feels that writhing, clawing whirlwind of emotions surge with ferocity, scratching its way up her throat and lungs like fire and screaming within her skull. RAGE. FEED. KILL. CONSUME. CONSUME. CONSUME.
An ethereal set of chitinous plates, coated with translucent moth fuzz, appear around Adeline like armor as the effects of Barkskin are changed slightly by her fey influence. Her eyes burning with an almost inhuman ferocity, she shrieks and charges forth again, skittering across the snow almost like the ghouls she hunts, before pouncing again with a flurry of claws. (15 to hit, 7 acid damage).
Carnival blocks the attacks, the back of the strugel's hands to the moth's forearms, holding Adeline's back... but they don't quite touch, a telekinetic barrier preventing the etherial moth fuzz from touching the Psion at all. Then, Adeline is thrown back across the ground (attack missed, and the roll is additionally reduced by 8).
I have your measure. Carnival swings wide and scratches Adeline's forehead, slashing through the Barkskin spell. She regains 40 + 3 HP
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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 force of that one attack sends the moth-child flying, her shoulder and side being hurriedly introduced to the uncompromising bark of a tree. Splinters fly out in different directions as she falls to her knees in the snow- another blow like that could be enough to seriously hurt her, if not worse. Carnival's words echo in her mind, and she feels that writhing, clawing whirlwind of emotions surge with ferocity, scratching its way up her throat and lungs like fire and screaming within her skull. RAGE. FEED. KILL. CONSUME. CONSUME. CONSUME.
An ethereal set of chitinous plates, coated with translucent moth fuzz, appear around Adeline like armor as the effects of Barkskin are changed slightly by her fey influence. Her eyes burning with an almost inhuman ferocity, she shrieks and charges forth again, skittering across the snow almost like the ghouls she hunts, before pouncing again with a flurry of claws. (15 to hit, 7 acid damage).
Carnival blocks the attacks, the back of the strugel's hands to the moth's forearms, holding Adeline's back... but they don't quite touch, a telekinetic barrier preventing the etherial moth fuzz from touching the Psion at all. Then, Adeline is thrown back across the ground (attack missed, and the roll is additionally reduced by 8).
I have your measure. Carnival swings wide and scratches Adeline's forehead, slashing through the Barkskin spell. She regains 40 + 3 HP
The feral moth at first doesn't fully register what happened, picking herself back up and starting to charge again. Though the look in her eyes changes after a moment, and she slows her sprint to a walk and then, she falls to her knees in the snow as she reminds herself that this is a friend, not prey. The claws disperse and crumble away, melting from within from their own acidic venom, but the ethereal carapace remains.
"You... you found it?" She asks hopefully between catching her breath, the adrenaline fading again.
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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)
Carnival blocks the attacks, the back of the strugel's hands to the moth's forearms, holding Adeline's back... but they don't quite touch, a telekinetic barrier preventing the etherial moth fuzz from touching the Psion at all. Then, Adeline is thrown back across the ground (attack missed, and the roll is additionally reduced by 8).
I have your measure. Carnival swings wide and scratches Adeline's forehead, slashing through the Barkskin spell. She regains 40 + 3 HP
The feral moth at first doesn't fully register what happened, picking herself back up and starting to charge again. Though the look in her eyes changes after a moment, and she slows her sprint to a walk and then, she falls to her knees in the snow as she reminds herself that this is a friend, not prey. The claws disperse and crumble away, melting from within from their own acidic venom, but the ethereal carapace remains.
"You... you found it?" She asks hopefully between catching her breath, the adrenaline fading again.
It revealed itself to me... and it can no longer hide. Replies the monstrous, elongated strugel, slowly returning to normal. She reaches out a paw. "Kneel. I need to touch your forehead.... and enter your mind... reach where the beast resides... I can isolate it... I think..."
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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 feral moth at first doesn't fully register what happened, picking herself back up and starting to charge again. Though the look in her eyes changes after a moment, and she slows her sprint to a walk and then, she falls to her knees in the snow as she reminds herself that this is a friend, not prey. The claws disperse and crumble away, melting from within from their own acidic venom, but the ethereal carapace remains.
"You... you found it?" She asks hopefully between catching her breath, the adrenaline fading again.
It revealed itself to me... and it can no longer hide. Replies the monstrous, elongated strugel, slowly returning to normal. She reaches out a paw. "Kneel. I need to touch your forehead.... and enter your mind... reach where the beast resides... I can isolate it... I think..."
She nods in response, mostly understanding, but still nervous about the idea of someone poking around in her brain. Regardless, she walks over to near Carnival and kneels, still catching her breath, shivering slightly as she realizes how fatigued that frenzying spar made her.
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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)
It revealed itself to me... and it can no longer hide. Replies the monstrous, elongated strugel, slowly returning to normal. She reaches out a paw. "Kneel. I need to touch your forehead.... and enter your mind... reach where the beast resides... I can isolate it... I think..."
She nods in response, mostly understanding, but still nervous about the idea of someone poking around in her brain. Regardless, she walks over to near Carnival and kneels, still catching her breath, shivering slightly as she realizes how fatigued that frenzying spar made her.
Carnival hugs her, pressing their foreheads together.
(Now you can describe Adeline's mindscape)
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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 moon shines a bright, beautiful silver. Descending from a strand of silk attached to the moonlight itself, on deathly thin, spindly limbs wrapped in thick winter clothes, is mother moth. Her eyes are black and empty as she touches the ground near the site of the spar, scuttling and leaping towards her child and Carnival. She stops ten feet away from them, her joints creaking as she returns to her more humanoid, more presentable form. Seeming terrified, her wings pulse with silver light. She looks to Adeline.
”A-Adeline- what happened- I sensed- are you alright?!-“ she takes a step towards them.
*If you would rather not have Mother Moth appear, that’s fine with me!*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The moon shines a bright, beautiful silver. Descending from a strand of silk attached to the moonlight itself, on deathly thin, spindly limbs wrapped in thick winter clothes, is mother moth. Her eyes are black and empty as she touches the ground near the site of the spar, scuttling and leaping towards her child and Carnival. She stops ten feet away from them, her joints creaking as she returns to her more humanoid, more presentable form. Seeming terrified, her wings pulse with silver light. She looks to Adeline.
”A-Adeline- what happened- I sensed- are you alright?!-“ she takes a step towards them.
*If you would rather not have Mother Moth appear, that’s fine with me!*
Adeline snaps immediately out of whatever trance Carnival entering the mindscape would have put her in, looking back at her mother with wide eyes. The archfey can see that, though her sweater has tears along one sleeve and is splattered with blood and what looks to be plum juice, any wounds she may have sustained have been healed, green-colored scarring having sealed the injuries.
"Mother, you're back! I- I'm... well, I'm okay physically, at least. I saw that... Goto... and then Piecemeal, they..." Tearing up all over again, she rushes over to hug Mother Moth, shivering somewhat. "...C- Carnival and I... we were... digging their... their... gr- their graves..." She manages to explain between sobs. "She said... she could help... with m- my hunger, and... she needed to find where it was coming from... I... tried to call you somehow because b- before all this... I finished the cocoon... I wanted to say my... my... t- temporary goodbyes... so I could spend the last moments of m- my humanity... with you..." She can barely keep up with her own speech, wanting to tell her everything through the tears. "...I missed you, mom..."
Carnival slowly closes their eyes and continues working. I... have an ability... that... might... might... help...
She takes a deep breath. it doesn't fog. That rage you felt... Direct it at me... and I will isolate the influence... I want you to attack me.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The nymph seems surprised, but for some reason she can't quite place, trusts her. "Alright... I'll dig the rest of the grave... then I'll give it my best shot." She finishes excavating the last few bits of earth from the plot over a few minutes, and then she plants the shovel in the earth and readies herself, adjusting her stance.
"Okay... here I go... I really hope you know what you're doing..." She focuses for a moment, and her acidic claws return again, her eyes locked onto Carnival. "...Let's do this."
Then, she bolts forward. (Adeline's Initiative: 14)
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)
Faster, faster! Carnival urges with uncharacteristic intensity.
(Carnival's Initiative: 19)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hi guys. Gotta make a new char on here now*
Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
*Ah, the handsome one returns*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Contain yourself, Baalz! 😳*
*And yes, I am back. Although with limited resources given that I currently cannot recover my old account.*
Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
*You will make the most beautiful wallpaper*
*Don't worry about it. Well, actually, if you had stuff on your old account, that kinda sucks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am concerned*
*I had MotM and a subscription i think, and I used one of BigBrainGoblin's old campaigns for lots extra. they're full now tho :(*
Hey guys, It's EJODM18604 here. This is my second account since I got a new laptop and I currently cant get into my old account because age verification shenanigans.
Adeline's breath quickens and her sprint towards Carnival hastens as well, her eyes remaining locked with theirs. With a small fragment of something like her mother's fey agility, she leaps forward at them, acidic talons outstretched, as she slashes towards them with a frenzied strike (23 to hit, 6 acid damage). Hit or miss, she lands in the snow a few feet away, her claws dragging across the frozen ground for a moment as she slides to a halt, returning to an upright stance a second later.
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)
A scattering of pink, blue, and green droplets hit the snow. The strugel stands there, four deep gashes on her arm splitting open as the white flesh is melted away.
"Wrong." She murmurs. "I need more aggression still."
They hold out their arm as it swells and morphs into a spiked club before launching out like a meteor hammer, swinging wildly as the rest of her body lengthens, flesh bursting, slime spraying, ice forming. "I WATCHED IT HAPPEN. I WATCHED WINTER FALL. I FELT THE COURT'S PRESENCE. AND I DID NOTHING. I AM THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR FRIENDS WHEN I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM. I WATCHED THEM DIE, ADELINE. RAGE! KILL!"
Adeline feels a massive impact before the biological weapon even hits her.
Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Bludgeoning.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The force of that one attack sends the moth-child flying, her shoulder and side being hurriedly introduced to the uncompromising bark of a tree. Splinters fly out in different directions as she falls to her knees in the snow- another blow like that could be enough to seriously hurt her, if not worse. Carnival's words echo in her mind, and she feels that writhing, clawing whirlwind of emotions surge with ferocity, scratching its way up her throat and lungs like fire and screaming within her skull. RAGE. FEED. KILL. CONSUME. CONSUME. CONSUME.
An ethereal set of chitinous plates, coated with translucent moth fuzz, appear around Adeline like armor as the effects of Barkskin are changed slightly by her fey influence. Her eyes burning with an almost inhuman ferocity, she shrieks and charges forth again, skittering across the snow almost like the ghouls she hunts, before pouncing again with a flurry of claws. (18 to hit, 5 acid damage).
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)
Carnival blocks the attacks, the back of the strugel's hands to the moth's forearms, holding Adeline's back... but they don't quite touch, a telekinetic barrier preventing the etherial moth fuzz from touching the Psion at all. Then, Adeline is thrown back across the ground (attack missed, and the roll is additionally reduced by 8).
I have your measure. Carnival swings wide and scratches Adeline's forehead, slashing through the Barkskin spell. She regains 40 + 3 HP
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The feral moth at first doesn't fully register what happened, picking herself back up and starting to charge again. Though the look in her eyes changes after a moment, and she slows her sprint to a walk and then, she falls to her knees in the snow as she reminds herself that this is a friend, not prey. The claws disperse and crumble away, melting from within from their own acidic venom, but the ethereal carapace remains.
"You... you found it?" She asks hopefully between catching her breath, the adrenaline fading again.
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)
It revealed itself to me... and it can no longer hide. Replies the monstrous, elongated strugel, slowly returning to normal. She reaches out a paw. "Kneel. I need to touch your forehead.... and enter your mind... reach where the beast resides... I can isolate it... I think..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She nods in response, mostly understanding, but still nervous about the idea of someone poking around in her brain. Regardless, she walks over to near Carnival and kneels, still catching her breath, shivering slightly as she realizes how fatigued that frenzying spar made her.
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)
Carnival hugs her, pressing their foreheads together.
(Now you can describe Adeline's mindscape)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moon shines a bright, beautiful silver. Descending from a strand of silk attached to the moonlight itself, on deathly thin, spindly limbs wrapped in thick winter clothes, is mother moth. Her eyes are black and empty as she touches the ground near the site of the spar, scuttling and leaping towards her child and Carnival. She stops ten feet away from them, her joints creaking as she returns to her more humanoid, more presentable form. Seeming terrified, her wings pulse with silver light. She looks to Adeline.
”A-Adeline- what happened- I sensed- are you alright?!-“ she takes a step towards them.
*If you would rather not have Mother Moth appear, that’s fine with me!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*oops, posted it too late. They’re sort of in a dreamscape thing now. Feel free to ignore this*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Nope, we're retconning. VIP preveliges.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline snaps immediately out of whatever trance Carnival entering the mindscape would have put her in, looking back at her mother with wide eyes. The archfey can see that, though her sweater has tears along one sleeve and is splattered with blood and what looks to be plum juice, any wounds she may have sustained have been healed, green-colored scarring having sealed the injuries.
"Mother, you're back! I- I'm... well, I'm okay physically, at least. I saw that... Goto... and then Piecemeal, they..." Tearing up all over again, she rushes over to hug Mother Moth, shivering somewhat. "...C- Carnival and I... we were... digging their... their... gr- their graves..." She manages to explain between sobs. "She said... she could help... with m- my hunger, and... she needed to find where it was coming from... I... tried to call you somehow because b- before all this... I finished the cocoon... I wanted to say my... my... t- temporary goodbyes... so I could spend the last moments of m- my humanity... with you..." She can barely keep up with her own speech, wanting to tell her everything through the tears. "...I missed you, mom..."
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)