The Queen stumbles under the weight of the sheer damage being dealt to her.
Confusion: 5
Queen's Confusion save: 14
In the pitch black, a pair of golden eyes suddenly burst into view, the light from them streaking into Helianth's flower heads. "You have strength, my Queen... but your weakness remains unbearable."
Helianth can feel the entity's presence in the dark, which begins thrashing wildly as the sounds of insects hissing and buzzing fills the air. The eyes go out. Helianth feels... fear. It's not Frightened, but it can feel its overwhelming presence flooding the shadows. It feels vulnerable. Its own strength turned against it. The Queen shrieks, an inhuman wail of pain and terror, as the sounds of squelching flesh fill the air.
The god-eater can sense the Queen's strength waning, flickering and starting to fade like a bonfire in a windstorm, and decides that now is the time to act. It holds the arcane Tablet in its gnarled hands, beginning to channel its power to restore the Queen's soul to its original state- to rob her of her ill-gotten power. If it can, it feeds on whatever wisps of power it can as the ritual progresses, but it doesn't push its luck. This is a critical moment- it can't mess this up. Not now. Not after everything this moment cost.
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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 god-eater can sense the Queen's strength waning, flickering and starting to fade like a bonfire in a windstorm, and decides that now is the time to act. It holds the arcane Tablet in its gnarled hands, beginning to channel its power to restore the Queen's soul to its original state- to rob her of her ill-gotten power. If it can, it feeds on whatever wisps of power it can as the ritual progresses, but it doesn't push its luck. This is a critical moment- it can't mess this up. Not now. Not after everything this moment cost.
The tablet begins to crumble into dust before swirling around the Queen, forcing itself into her lungs as she chokes and writhes.
The god-eater can sense the Queen's strength waning, flickering and starting to fade like a bonfire in a windstorm, and decides that now is the time to act. It holds the arcane Tablet in its gnarled hands, beginning to channel its power to restore the Queen's soul to its original state- to rob her of her ill-gotten power. If it can, it feeds on whatever wisps of power it can as the ritual progresses, but it doesn't push its luck. This is a critical moment- it can't mess this up. Not now. Not after everything this moment cost.
The tablet begins to crumble into dust before swirling around the Queen, forcing itself into her lungs as she chokes and writhes.
Confusion roll: 22
Sure, she manages to shake off the confusion spell, but before the Queen is an impossible situation. On death's door, with three strong opponents all poised to strike if something goes awry, and only a few precious seconds of her archfey power remaining... decisions, decisions...
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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 tablet begins to crumble into dust before swirling around the Queen, forcing itself into her lungs as she chokes and writhes.
Confusion roll: 22
Sure, she manages to shake off the confusion spell, but before the Queen is an impossible situation. On death's door, with three strong opponents all poised to strike if something goes awry, and only a few precious seconds of her archfey power remaining... decisions, decisions...
She attempts to crawl away as she shrinks down to the size of a normal humanoid. She coughs violently as fungus begins to grow around her. "No... no... Not... like this..."
The tablet begins to crumble into dust before swirling around the Queen, forcing itself into her lungs as she chokes and writhes.
Confusion roll: 22
Sure, she manages to shake off the confusion spell, but before the Queen is an impossible situation. On death's door, with three strong opponents all poised to strike if something goes awry, and only a few precious seconds of her archfey power remaining... decisions, decisions...
She attempts to crawl away as she shrinks down to the size of a normal humanoid. She coughs violently as fungus begins to grow around her. "No... no... Not... like this..."
"What's wrong? Finally feeling the weight of your atrocities?" The god-eater would be smirking if it had a mouth, moving its roots to intercept her path. "You've caused a lot of innocent people a lot of harm- now you'll reap what you have sown." It produces the Scrapple from its roots, looking to the others as if for approval.
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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)
She attempts to crawl away as she shrinks down to the size of a normal humanoid. She coughs violently as fungus begins to grow around her. "No... no... Not... like this..."
"What's wrong? Finally feeling the weight of your atrocities?" The god-eater would be smirking if it had a mouth, moving its roots to intercept her path. "You've caused a lot of innocent people a lot of harm- now you'll reap what you have sown." It produces the Scrapple from its roots, looking to the others as if for approval.
The Egregore bows sweepingly. "All yours, love."
Cozotz's scope is no longer shining in the distance. It seems he's packing up.
The Prince is felt as opposed to seen. The bloodflow from a wounded pride almost stemmed.
The Queen looks up at Helianth. "I... regret... nothing."
She attempts to crawl away as she shrinks down to the size of a normal humanoid. She coughs violently as fungus begins to grow around her. "No... no... Not... like this..."
"What's wrong? Finally feeling the weight of your atrocities?" The god-eater would be smirking if it had a mouth, moving its roots to intercept her path. "You've caused a lot of innocent people a lot of harm- now you'll reap what you have sown." It produces the Scrapple from its roots, looking to the others as if for approval.
The Egregore bows sweepingly. "All yours, love."
Cozotz's scope is no longer shining in the distance. It seems he's packing up.
The Prince is felt as opposed to seen. The bloodflow from a wounded pride almost stemmed.
The Queen looks up at Helianth. "I... regret... nothing."
"...I had a feeling that'd be the case. You disgust me." It says to the Queen, glaring down at her, the heat from its flames enough to leave first-degree burns on her skin from mere proximity. Then, it invokes the Scrapple's power, trapping the Queen inside. It's over now.
It breathes a sigh of relief, as though her disappearance lifted a weight on this whole realm. It carefully hands the Scrapple to the Egregore. "Could you please give this to the Prince for me? He'll make a better hell for her than any of us, I think."
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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)
Cozotz's scope is no longer shining in the distance. It seems he's packing up.
The Prince is felt as opposed to seen. The bloodflow from a wounded pride almost stemmed.
The Queen looks up at Helianth. "I... regret... nothing."
"...I had a feeling that'd be the case. You disgust me." It says to the Queen, glaring down at her, the heat from its flames enough to leave first-degree burns on her skin from mere proximity. Then, it invokes the Scrapple's power, trapping the Queen inside. It's over now.
It breathes a sigh of relief, as though her disappearance lifted a weight on this whole realm. It carefully hands the Scrapple to the Egregore. "Could you please give this to the Prince for me? He'll make a better hell for her than any of us, I think."
He nods. "Your wish is my command. Oh, he left me something from you." He pulls out an additional Tablet of Reawakening. "For your trouble." He shifts his fingers subtly, revealing that he's holding two.
"I do hope you'll accept my help when the feast inevitably needs making. I helped train that little chef, after all."
Cozotz's scope is no longer shining in the distance. It seems he's packing up.
The Prince is felt as opposed to seen. The bloodflow from a wounded pride almost stemmed.
The Queen looks up at Helianth. "I... regret... nothing."
"...I had a feeling that'd be the case. You disgust me." It says to the Queen, glaring down at her, the heat from its flames enough to leave first-degree burns on her skin from mere proximity. Then, it invokes the Scrapple's power, trapping the Queen inside. It's over now.
It breathes a sigh of relief, as though her disappearance lifted a weight on this whole realm. It carefully hands the Scrapple to the Egregore. "Could you please give this to the Prince for me? He'll make a better hell for her than any of us, I think."
He nods. "Your wish is my command. Oh, he left me something from you." He pulls out an additional Tablet of Reawakening. "For your trouble." He shifts his fingers subtly, revealing that he's holding two.
"I do hope you'll accept my help when the feast inevitably needs making. I helped train that little chef, after all."
It graciously takes both arcane tablets- it'll need both of them for everything it plans to do. "Many thanks- for everything. I'll call for your aid when the time comes." Both tablets are carefully placed in its coiled stem for safekeeping, and with that, it walks away. Back to the Starshredder.
It'll need some time to get rid of some other competitors, after all, and for that it needs plans. A lot of them. Fortunately, it has a head start.
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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)
*quite wonderful to see you as well! It seems that the Sugarplum Queen has been undone…*
*Indeed, and not just that! There's been a few twists and turns since last we met. A bargain made, lives lost at the tyrant's hands, a certain someone's long-delayed change (she'll be waking up soon, I imagine), and much more!*
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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)
Queen's Confusion save: 14
In the pitch black, a pair of golden eyes suddenly burst into view, the light from them streaking into Helianth's flower heads. "You have strength, my Queen... but your weakness remains unbearable."
Helianth can feel the entity's presence in the dark, which begins thrashing wildly as the sounds of insects hissing and buzzing fills the air. The eyes go out. Helianth feels... fear. It's not Frightened, but it can feel its overwhelming presence flooding the shadows. It feels vulnerable. Its own strength turned against it. The Queen shrieks, an inhuman wail of pain and terror, as the sounds of squelching flesh fill the air.
Attack: 40 Damage: 57 Psychic
Attack: 33 Damage: 63 Psychic
Attack: 38 Damage: 69 Psychic
Attack: 36 Damage: 26 Necrotic
Gunfire howls into the shadowy sphere.
Attack: 28 Damage: 92 Piercing
Attack: 17 Damage: 78 Piercing
Attack: 25 Damage: 54 Piercing
Attack: 22 Damage: 63 Piercing
Attack: 20 Damage: 82 Piercing
Attack: 22 Damage: 78 Piercing
Attack: 29 Damage: 65 Piercing
Attack: 23 Damage: 85 Piercing
Attack: 25 Damage: 73 Piercing
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The god-eater can sense the Queen's strength waning, flickering and starting to fade like a bonfire in a windstorm, and decides that now is the time to act. It holds the arcane Tablet in its gnarled hands, beginning to channel its power to restore the Queen's soul to its original state- to rob her of her ill-gotten power. If it can, it feeds on whatever wisps of power it can as the ritual progresses, but it doesn't push its luck. This is a critical moment- it can't mess this up. Not now. Not after everything this moment cost.
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 tablet begins to crumble into dust before swirling around the Queen, forcing itself into her lungs as she chokes and writhes.
Confusion roll: 22
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Sure, she manages to shake off the confusion spell, but before the Queen is an impossible situation. On death's door, with three strong opponents all poised to strike if something goes awry, and only a few precious seconds of her archfey power remaining... decisions, decisions...
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)
She attempts to crawl away as she shrinks down to the size of a normal humanoid. She coughs violently as fungus begins to grow around her. "No... no... Not... like this..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"What's wrong? Finally feeling the weight of your atrocities?" The god-eater would be smirking if it had a mouth, moving its roots to intercept her path. "You've caused a lot of innocent people a lot of harm- now you'll reap what you have sown." It produces the Scrapple from its roots, looking to the others as if for approval.
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 Egregore bows sweepingly. "All yours, love."
Cozotz's scope is no longer shining in the distance. It seems he's packing up.
The Prince is felt as opposed to seen. The bloodflow from a wounded pride almost stemmed.
The Queen looks up at Helianth. "I... regret... nothing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"...I had a feeling that'd be the case. You disgust me." It says to the Queen, glaring down at her, the heat from its flames enough to leave first-degree burns on her skin from mere proximity. Then, it invokes the Scrapple's power, trapping the Queen inside. It's over now.
It breathes a sigh of relief, as though her disappearance lifted a weight on this whole realm. It carefully hands the Scrapple to the Egregore. "Could you please give this to the Prince for me? He'll make a better hell for her than any of us, I think."
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)
He nods. "Your wish is my command. Oh, he left me something from you." He pulls out an additional Tablet of Reawakening. "For your trouble." He shifts his fingers subtly, revealing that he's holding two.
"I do hope you'll accept my help when the feast inevitably needs making. I helped train that little chef, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
It graciously takes both arcane tablets- it'll need both of them for everything it plans to do. "Many thanks- for everything. I'll call for your aid when the time comes." Both tablets are carefully placed in its coiled stem for safekeeping, and with that, it walks away. Back to the Starshredder.
It'll need some time to get rid of some other competitors, after all, and for that it needs plans. A lot of them. Fortunately, it has a head start.
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)
*hello, darlings!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Why hello!!!*
*It's so nice to see you!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Hello again, mine good friend! It's wonderful to see you 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)
*quite wonderful to see you as well! It seems that the Sugarplum Queen has been undone…*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*hellosies! How art thou?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Indeed, and not just that! There's been a few twists and turns since last we met. A bargain made, lives lost at the tyrant's hands, a certain someone's long-delayed change (she'll be waking up soon, I imagine), and much more!*
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'm doing absolutely sublime this day! How about thou?*
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)
*Extremely well now that you're here! Hale and hearty!*
*Wanna RP sometime today?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I’m doing alright, been a bit busy :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*possibly, but I’m not sure yet. I might feel like it in a bit :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”