You step through the doors and into the throne room. Huge pillars hold up the vaulted ceiling and vines and branches of fruit circle the structures. Along both sides of the room stand the Autumn Court. Wolf headed nobles in decadent clothing, withered crones with scaly bird feet, wooden skeletons, pumpkin headed ghouls, and so many more watch you in silence. A tall thin automaton rabbit checks his watch, a man dressed in black robes looks out at you over the paper bird beak strapped to his face with twine, a thin man in a tweed suit holds an armful of books watches you through round spectacles and a sparrow sits perched on his shoulder. A familiar looking man draped in shadow smiles at you and vanishes in the blink of an eye. A raccoon with a broad grin winks at you from the audience
All the way at the other end of the room, sits the Autumn King on his throne, which looks like it was carved from the trunk of a massive, dead tree. In one strong hand he grips a moon sickled scythe and the other strokes his autumn leaf beard. His jack-o'-lantern helmet grins at you from where it sits at his feet. His chest is armored in pine cone scales and his shoulders are draped in goose feathers. Three massive, red Fox Hounds sit at his birch bark boots. He watches you with eyes that shine like candlelight out of a pumpkin's eyes.
A thin red carpet of fallen leaves stretches from where you stand all the way to the foot of his thrown.
The Hunter places the butt of the spear on the ground, making a loud clacking noise. The Hunter takes a deep breath before saying, "King of Autumn...I am Apollon the Flame of Frenzy. You shall fall by my hand to end your oppressive rule. Those who side with you to protect you shall fall by my hand as well. Heed my warning, surrender and you'll have a quick and painless death. Don't surrender and your pain will be tenfold of the deepest depths of Hades."
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
You step through the doors and into the throne room. Huge pillars hold up the vaulted ceiling and vines and branches of fruit circle the structures. Along both sides of the room stand the Autumn Court. Wolf headed nobles in decadent clothing, withered crones with scaly bird feet, wooden skeletons, pumpkin headed ghouls, and so many more watch you in silence. A tall thin automaton rabbit checks his watch, a man dressed in black robes looks out at you over the paper bird beak strapped to his face with twine, a thin man in a tweed suit holds an armful of books watches you through round spectacles and a sparrow sits perched on his shoulder. A familiar looking man draped in shadow smiles at you and vanishes in the blink of an eye. A raccoon with a broad grin winks at you from the audience
All the way at the other end of the room, sits the Autumn King on his throne, which looks like it was carved from the trunk of a massive, dead tree. In one strong hand he grips a moon sickled scythe and the other strokes his autumn leaf beard. His jack-o'-lantern helmet grins at you from where it sits at his feet. His chest is armored in pine cone scales and his shoulders are draped in goose feathers. Three massive, red Fox Hounds sit at his birch bark boots. He watches you with eyes that shine like candlelight out of a pumpkin's eyes.
A thin red carpet of fallen leaves stretches from where you stand all the way to the foot of his thrown.
The Hunter places the butt of the spear on the ground, making a loud clacking noise. The Hunter takes a deep breath before saying, "King of Autumn...I am Apollon the Flame of Frenzy. You shall fall by my hand to end your oppressive rule. Those who side with you to protect you shall fall by my hand as well. Heed my warning, surrender and you'll have a quick and painless death. Don't surrender and your pain will be tenfold of the deepest depths of Hades."
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You step through the doors and into the throne room. Huge pillars hold up the vaulted ceiling and vines and branches of fruit circle the structures. Along both sides of the room stand the Autumn Court. Wolf headed nobles in decadent clothing, withered crones with scaly bird feet, wooden skeletons, pumpkin headed ghouls, and so many more watch you in silence. A tall thin automaton rabbit checks his watch, a man dressed in black robes looks out at you over the paper bird beak strapped to his face with twine, a thin man in a tweed suit holds an armful of books watches you through round spectacles and a sparrow sits perched on his shoulder. A familiar looking man draped in shadow smiles at you and vanishes in the blink of an eye. A raccoon with a broad grin winks at you from the audience
All the way at the other end of the room, sits the Autumn King on his throne, which looks like it was carved from the trunk of a massive, dead tree. In one strong hand he grips a moon sickled scythe and the other strokes his autumn leaf beard. His jack-o'-lantern helmet grins at you from where it sits at his feet. His chest is armored in pine cone scales and his shoulders are draped in goose feathers. Three massive, red Fox Hounds sit at his birch bark boots. He watches you with eyes that shine like candlelight out of a pumpkin's eyes.
A thin red carpet of fallen leaves stretches from where you stand all the way to the foot of his thrown.
The Hunter places the butt of the spear on the ground, making a loud clacking noise. The Hunter takes a deep breath before saying, "King of Autumn...I am Apollon the Flame of Frenzy. You shall fall by my hand to end your oppressive rule. Those who side with you to protect you shall fall by my hand as well. Heed my warning, surrender and you'll have a quick and painless death. Don't surrender and your pain will be tenfold of the deepest depths of Hades."
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
"It is a pleasurable past time regardless and I find that a good mug of cider warms the bones and calms the frenzied mind." He sighs, "But I suppose you aren't interested in supper. Very well then." He sits up straighter and allows his thus far warm and conversational tone of voice to expand into a thunderous boom that echoes throughout the hall, "On what grounds do you have the right to take my life?"
You step through the doors and into the throne room. Huge pillars hold up the vaulted ceiling and vines and branches of fruit circle the structures. Along both sides of the room stand the Autumn Court. Wolf headed nobles in decadent clothing, withered crones with scaly bird feet, wooden skeletons, pumpkin headed ghouls, and so many more watch you in silence. A tall thin automaton rabbit checks his watch, a man dressed in black robes looks out at you over the paper bird beak strapped to his face with twine, a thin man in a tweed suit holds an armful of books watches you through round spectacles and a sparrow sits perched on his shoulder. A familiar looking man draped in shadow smiles at you and vanishes in the blink of an eye. A raccoon with a broad grin winks at you from the audience
All the way at the other end of the room, sits the Autumn King on his throne, which looks like it was carved from the trunk of a massive, dead tree. In one strong hand he grips a moon sickled scythe and the other strokes his autumn leaf beard. His jack-o'-lantern helmet grins at you from where it sits at his feet. His chest is armored in pine cone scales and his shoulders are draped in goose feathers. Three massive, red Fox Hounds sit at his birch bark boots. He watches you with eyes that shine like candlelight out of a pumpkin's eyes.
A thin red carpet of fallen leaves stretches from where you stand all the way to the foot of his thrown.
The Hunter places the butt of the spear on the ground, making a loud clacking noise. The Hunter takes a deep breath before saying, "King of Autumn...I am Apollon the Flame of Frenzy. You shall fall by my hand to end your oppressive rule. Those who side with you to protect you shall fall by my hand as well. Heed my warning, surrender and you'll have a quick and painless death. Don't surrender and your pain will be tenfold of the deepest depths of Hades."
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
"It is a pleasurable past time regardless and I find that a good mug of cider warms the bones and calms the frenzied mind." He sighs, "But I suppose you aren't interested in supper. Very well then." He sits up straighter and allows his thus far warm and conversational tone of voice to expand into a thunderous boom that echoes throughout the hall, "On what grounds do you have the right to take my life?"
“You are a tyrant. Someone who restricts way too much. Have you looked at your subjects? Their homes lay in ruin. That is reason enough.” He says, flames slowly scorching the leaves around him
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
"It is a pleasurable past time regardless and I find that a good mug of cider warms the bones and calms the frenzied mind." He sighs, "But I suppose you aren't interested in supper. Very well then." He sits up straighter and allows his thus far warm and conversational tone of voice to expand into a thunderous boom that echoes throughout the hall, "On what grounds do you have the right to take my life?"
“You are a tyrant. Someone who restricts way too much. Have you looked at your subjects? Their homes lay in ruin. That is reason enough.” He says, flames slowly scorching the leaves around him
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
"It is a pleasurable past time regardless and I find that a good mug of cider warms the bones and calms the frenzied mind." He sighs, "But I suppose you aren't interested in supper. Very well then." He sits up straighter and allows his thus far warm and conversational tone of voice to expand into a thunderous boom that echoes throughout the hall, "On what grounds do you have the right to take my life?"
“You are a tyrant. Someone who restricts way too much. Have you looked at your subjects? Their homes lay in ruin. That is reason enough.” He says, flames slowly scorching the leaves around him
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
"I find beauty in all of fall's memories. You have to take the rot with the wine. If you didn''t, we'd 'wallow in a drinkless world' as one great poet put it. You can't have one and not the other. Death and decay are part of life and can not be denied." His hounds watch you with their amber eyes.
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
"I find beauty in all of fall's memories. You have to take the rot with the wine. If you didn''t, we'd 'wallow in a drinkless world' as one great poet put it. You can't have one and not the other. Death and decay are part of life and can not be denied." His hounds watch you with their amber eyes.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
"I find beauty in all of fall's memories. You have to take the rot with the wine. If you didn''t, we'd 'wallow in a drinkless world' as one great poet put it. You can't have one and not the other. Death and decay are part of life and can not be denied." His hounds watch you with their amber eyes.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
"I find beauty in all of fall's memories. You have to take the rot with the wine. If you didn''t, we'd 'wallow in a drinkless world' as one great poet put it. You can't have one and not the other. Death and decay are part of life and can not be denied." His hounds watch you with their amber eyes.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The graveyard grim, a large black doglike humanoid, naps in the graveyard on palace grounds. It's full of ghosts, some sleeping, some talking in breathy voices, and some gathering around a shallow grave where felicity sits
Thint slowly descends, gives the dog humanoid a small pat, and approaches Felicity. "How have the past few days treated you? I noticed you never seemed to call for me. If you did, I am terribly sorry."
she sighs. "Nothing happened to me that wasn't my fault" she gives a pained smile The grim looks indignant, but his wildly wagging tail says otherwise
Thint sits down next to her, careful not to knock over any gravestones. "What happened?"
*Just a quick question. How would you say these two's relationship can be summed up as? I just want to make sure we're on a similar page.*
*Parental?*
"I just got sad. I wandered further than I ought have and though I was happy for a little while, It didn't last" *btw she becomes more 'dead'(ie, decaying, getting scruffier, leaving decomposition fluid everywhere) when she is sad. Sort of a metaphor for early-onset depression ig.*
*Ok. same page.*
"It's ok to feel sad, and it's ok to be curious, but if you let it quite literally destroy you, then it is, well, unhealthy. Let's get you out of that grave." Thint reaches with a claw for Felicity to grab.
she does so, waving at the ghosts in the graveyard and the grim. "I'll come back"
Thint smiles at this. "You've made a few friends here?"
"Yes" she smiles a little as a few ghosts wave back
"It's good to have lots of friends. Especially around your age."
"According to the grim, I'm Three hundred and forty seven."
"Oh really? Almost as old as I was when I took my first kingdom. My point still stands, but more towards mental age."
"huh. I'm not quite sure how old I am that way" she climbs onto thint's scaly back
“I’m just going to assume it is around the age you look. Less I’ll be embarrassed.” She flaps her wings and takes flight.
Felicity nods.
*she looks about 9-10*
Thint remains silent for a while, surveying the ground below. “You want to go anywhere specific, Felicity?”
The graveyard grim, a large black doglike humanoid, naps in the graveyard on palace grounds. It's full of ghosts, some sleeping, some talking in breathy voices, and some gathering around a shallow grave where felicity sits
Thint slowly descends, gives the dog humanoid a small pat, and approaches Felicity. "How have the past few days treated you? I noticed you never seemed to call for me. If you did, I am terribly sorry."
she sighs. "Nothing happened to me that wasn't my fault" she gives a pained smile The grim looks indignant, but his wildly wagging tail says otherwise
Thint sits down next to her, careful not to knock over any gravestones. "What happened?"
*Just a quick question. How would you say these two's relationship can be summed up as? I just want to make sure we're on a similar page.*
*Parental?*
"I just got sad. I wandered further than I ought have and though I was happy for a little while, It didn't last" *btw she becomes more 'dead'(ie, decaying, getting scruffier, leaving decomposition fluid everywhere) when she is sad. Sort of a metaphor for early-onset depression ig.*
*Ok. same page.*
"It's ok to feel sad, and it's ok to be curious, but if you let it quite literally destroy you, then it is, well, unhealthy. Let's get you out of that grave." Thint reaches with a claw for Felicity to grab.
she does so, waving at the ghosts in the graveyard and the grim. "I'll come back"
Thint smiles at this. "You've made a few friends here?"
"Yes" she smiles a little as a few ghosts wave back
"It's good to have lots of friends. Especially around your age."
"According to the grim, I'm Three hundred and forty seven."
"Oh really? Almost as old as I was when I took my first kingdom. My point still stands, but more towards mental age."
"huh. I'm not quite sure how old I am that way" she climbs onto thint's scaly back
“I’m just going to assume it is around the age you look. Less I’ll be embarrassed.” She flaps her wings and takes flight.
Felicity nods.
*she looks about 9-10*
*for drake when they appear*
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"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
The graveyard grim, a large black doglike humanoid, naps in the graveyard on palace grounds. It's full of ghosts, some sleeping, some talking in breathy voices, and some gathering around a shallow grave where felicity sits
Thint slowly descends, gives the dog humanoid a small pat, and approaches Felicity. "How have the past few days treated you? I noticed you never seemed to call for me. If you did, I am terribly sorry."
she sighs. "Nothing happened to me that wasn't my fault" she gives a pained smile The grim looks indignant, but his wildly wagging tail says otherwise
Thint sits down next to her, careful not to knock over any gravestones. "What happened?"
*Just a quick question. How would you say these two's relationship can be summed up as? I just want to make sure we're on a similar page.*
*Parental?*
"I just got sad. I wandered further than I ought have and though I was happy for a little while, It didn't last" *btw she becomes more 'dead'(ie, decaying, getting scruffier, leaving decomposition fluid everywhere) when she is sad. Sort of a metaphor for early-onset depression ig.*
*Ok. same page.*
"It's ok to feel sad, and it's ok to be curious, but if you let it quite literally destroy you, then it is, well, unhealthy. Let's get you out of that grave." Thint reaches with a claw for Felicity to grab.
she does so, waving at the ghosts in the graveyard and the grim. "I'll come back"
Thint smiles at this. "You've made a few friends here?"
"Yes" she smiles a little as a few ghosts wave back
"It's good to have lots of friends. Especially around your age."
"According to the grim, I'm Three hundred and forty seven."
"Oh really? Almost as old as I was when I took my first kingdom. My point still stands, but more towards mental age."
"huh. I'm not quite sure how old I am that way" she climbs onto thint's scaly back
“I’m just going to assume it is around the age you look. Less I’ll be embarrassed.” She flaps her wings and takes flight.
Felicity nods.
*she looks about 9-10*
Thint remains silent for a while, surveying the ground below. “You want to go anywhere specific, Felicity?”
"Not really."
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He is silent for a long moment save for the rustle of his fingers sliding across his beard. The Court is silent, awaiting his response.
"Welcome Appollon, the Flame of Frenzy." He speaks eventually, "Slayer of Epiales and... presumably me. It is a privilege to have you in my halls. Surely you have traveled a long way to kill me? The wind is cold tonight and you must be tired. I would be a poor host if I didn't offer you a meal, especially given our bountiful harvest."
"I do not sleep. I do not eat. I have no need for that anymore." he says calmly, tightening the grip on his spear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It is a pleasurable past time regardless and I find that a good mug of cider warms the bones and calms the frenzied mind." He sighs, "But I suppose you aren't interested in supper. Very well then." He sits up straighter and allows his thus far warm and conversational tone of voice to expand into a thunderous boom that echoes throughout the hall, "On what grounds do you have the right to take my life?"
“You are a tyrant. Someone who restricts way too much. Have you looked at your subjects? Their homes lay in ruin. That is reason enough.” He says, flames slowly scorching the leaves around him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a low murmur throughout the Court but it dies as the Autumn King replies. "If I did not rule, much more would fall to ruin. Besides, is it not fitting that in the country of Fall, this dying season, many of its homes are left out to crumble? And for every ruined manse and mouldering hovel left on my land, there is another with pantries full of produce and halls filled with dance."
"If I did not rule this season, the leaves would never turn brown. They'd be left out to freeze and shatter in the snow. The fields would never be ready for harvest and the harvest would never be had. The ghouls would overwhelm the living and the living would be reluctant to go down to their graves. I do my duty to the world by letting it Fall year after year."
“And yet, the fall has beautiful things. You just choose to focus on the destructive qualities.” He snarls, the fire spreading
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I find beauty in all of fall's memories. You have to take the rot with the wine. If you didn''t, we'd 'wallow in a drinkless world' as one great poet put it. You can't have one and not the other. Death and decay are part of life and can not be denied." His hounds watch you with their amber eyes.
"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The Meat King may be finally approaching.*
*Beware... Beware!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thint remains silent for a while, surveying the ground below. “You want to go anywhere specific, Felicity?”
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
"Not really."
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Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Just want to fly?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I'll go wherever you want to go."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose