"I think I can walk. This transformation seems to have caused incredible levels of regeneration." He's about twice his original size now, a little over 8 feet.
*I'll be waiting... plotting...*
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That's good that you're feeling... better..." It trails off in its sentence, pausing as a dawning sense of dread washes over it. That hunger that Felix describes... could it be?.. No, surely not. That's not how the curse works... right?
"How hungry are you, Felix, if I may ask? Is it a normal amount, or... is it something else?"
He clutches his stomach. "I've never felt like this before... is this what starving is like?"
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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.
"I think I can walk. This transformation seems to have caused incredible levels of regeneration." He's about twice his original size now, a little over 8 feet.
*I'll be waiting... plotting...*
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That's good that you're feeling... better..." It trails off in its sentence, pausing as a dawning sense of dread washes over it. That hunger that Felix describes... could it be?.. No, surely not. That's not how the curse works... right?
"How hungry are you, Felix, if I may ask? Is it a normal amount, or... is it something else?"
He clutches his stomach. "I've never felt like this before... is this what starving is like?"
Helianth is silent for a while. "...Yes, I believe it is. I... I am truly sorry. I didn't think that this would happen... I didn't think that this could happen..."
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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)
He clutches his stomach. "I've never felt like this before... is this what starving is like?"
Helianth is silent for a while. "...Yes, I believe it is. I... I am truly sorry. I didn't think that this would happen... I didn't think that this could happen..."
He gives it a weak smile. "Well, all the more reason to look for a cure, huh?" He sighs and puts his face in his paws.
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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.
He clutches his stomach. "I've never felt like this before... is this what starving is like?"
Helianth is silent for a while. "...Yes, I believe it is. I... I am truly sorry. I didn't think that this would happen... I didn't think that this could happen..."
He gives it a weak smile. "Well, all the more reason to look for a cure, huh?" He sighs and puts his face in his paws.
"...Yes. The multiversal transporter on the ship is all ready, and all that's left is the engine pieces from the smith, so we'll be able to find that cure soon enough. I'm sure of it." It places a root gently on his shoulder.
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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)
He gives it a weak smile. "Well, all the more reason to look for a cure, huh?" He sighs and puts his face in his paws.
"...Yes. The multiversal transporter on the ship is all ready, and all that's left is the engine pieces from the smith, so we'll be able to find that cure soon enough. I'm sure of it." It places a root gently on his shoulder.
He looks up at Helianth. "Yeah. Yeah. Little steps."
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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.
He gives it a weak smile. "Well, all the more reason to look for a cure, huh?" He sighs and puts his face in his paws.
"...Yes. The multiversal transporter on the ship is all ready, and all that's left is the engine pieces from the smith, so we'll be able to find that cure soon enough. I'm sure of it." It places a root gently on his shoulder.
He looks up at Helianth. "Yeah. Yeah. Little steps."
It looks back at Felix. "We'll get through this- together."
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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 fireproofing, the engine parts, the sunlight collection, the teleportation across space and across realities... all of its efforts have reached their grand culmination. The Spelljammer is ready... but before it makes its first voyage to the stars of a far-off world, there is one thing left to do.
Helianth sits outside of the vessel that it and Felix have worked on for so long, setting up one more picnic to celebrate. Along the picnic blanket lies several courses and confections that it prepared itself, alongside some leftover light preserves from the picnic before, waiting patiently for the two to partake in the little feast. Its cooking doesn't reach the culinary heights that Felix's meals typically do, but it is clear a lot of care has been put into the presentation.
The sunflower sits waiting, soaking in the artificial sunlight as it does.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A man creeps through a graveyard. A bulging pouch is swung across his shoulder and he wears a black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. His face is cast in the shadow of some sort of mask that is pushed up to the top of his head. A little ways behind him there is an open grave. A few feet from the grave is the finally dead corpse of a ghoul. The body looks like it has been run over by a herd of horses.
A man creeps through a graveyard. A bulging pouch is swung across his shoulder and he wears a black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. His face is cast in the shadow of some sort of mask that is pushed up to the top of his head. A little ways behind him there is an open grave. A few feet from the grave is the finally dead corpse of a ghoul. The body looks like it has been run over by a herd of horses.
The crooked sunflower is ambling across the fields gathering ingredients for something when it notices him. "What happened here?" It asks, seeing the mutilated ghoul, its roots moving to collect any blood there may be.
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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 man creeps through a graveyard. A bulging pouch is swung across his shoulder and he wears a black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. His face is cast in the shadow of some sort of mask that is pushed up to the top of his head. A little ways behind him there is an open grave. A few feet from the grave is the finally dead corpse of a ghoul. The body looks like it has been run over by a herd of horses.
The crooked sunflower is ambling across the fields gathering ingredients for something when it notices him. "What happened here?" It asks, seeing the mutilated ghoul, its roots moving to collect any blood there may be.
The figure twists around and he suddenly seems a lot larger than before. His mask, a plastic, gray-skinned, Frankenstein mask with a sullen expression and a flat head tied around his head with elastic twine, has been pulled down over his face. His shoulders seem to be strong and broad and his limbs seem long, gray skinned, and thick with dead muscle. His massive hands ball up into sledgehammer fists. He lets out a low mixture of a groan and a growl that slowly turns into the words, "He mistook me for a meal. I suggest you don't make the same mistake."
A man creeps through a graveyard. A bulging pouch is swung across his shoulder and he wears a black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. His face is cast in the shadow of some sort of mask that is pushed up to the top of his head. A little ways behind him there is an open grave. A few feet from the grave is the finally dead corpse of a ghoul. The body looks like it has been run over by a herd of horses.
The crooked sunflower is ambling across the fields gathering ingredients for something when it notices him. "What happened here?" It asks, seeing the mutilated ghoul, its roots moving to collect any blood there may be.
The figure twists around, and he suddenly seems a lot larger than before. His mask, a plastic, gray-skinned, Frankenstein mask with a sullen expression and a flat head tied around his head with elastic twine, has been pulled down over his face. His shoulders seem to be strong and broad and his limbs seem long, gray skinned, and thick with dead muscle. His massive hands ball up into sledgehammer fists. He lets out a low mixture of a groan and a growl that slowly turns into the words, "He mistook me for a meal. I suggest you don't make the same mistake."
"I had no such intention- I can only really consume light and liquid, anyway. What brings you to this place?"
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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)
"I had no such intention- I can only really consume light and liquid, anyway. What brings you to this place?"
He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
"I had no such intention- I can only really consume light and liquid, anyway. What brings you to this place?"
He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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He clutches his stomach. "I've never felt like this before... is this what starving is like?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is silent for a while. "...Yes, I believe it is. I... I am truly sorry. I didn't think that this would happen... I didn't think that this could happen..."
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 gives it a weak smile. "Well, all the more reason to look for a cure, huh?" He sighs and puts his face in his paws.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...Yes. The multiversal transporter on the ship is all ready, and all that's left is the engine pieces from the smith, so we'll be able to find that cure soon enough. I'm sure of it." It places a root gently on his shoulder.
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 looks up at Helianth. "Yeah. Yeah. Little steps."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It looks back at Felix. "We'll get through this- together."
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 leans against it and sighs in a mix of exhaustion from the physical ordeal and relief that Helianth will be by his side.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth also leans against Felix a bit, happy that Felix is by its side.
*And scene! I gtg for the night. See you tomorrow, friend!*
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)
*You too, friend!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is walking alongside Felix, simply taking in both the scenery and the 'sun'light as it ambles over to the Blacksmith's workshop.
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)
Helianth is approaching the blacksmith's place of work, checking to see if their project is complete.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I have a new character I’d like to introduce here soon if anyone is still interested.*
*I am, but I have to go very, very soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It is done.
The fireproofing, the engine parts, the sunlight collection, the teleportation across space and across realities... all of its efforts have reached their grand culmination. The Spelljammer is ready... but before it makes its first voyage to the stars of a far-off world, there is one thing left to do.
Helianth sits outside of the vessel that it and Felix have worked on for so long, setting up one more picnic to celebrate. Along the picnic blanket lies several courses and confections that it prepared itself, alongside some leftover light preserves from the picnic before, waiting patiently for the two to partake in the little feast. Its cooking doesn't reach the culinary heights that Felix's meals typically do, but it is clear a lot of care has been put into the presentation.
The sunflower sits waiting, soaking in the artificial sunlight as it does.
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 man creeps through a graveyard. A bulging pouch is swung across his shoulder and he wears a black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. His face is cast in the shadow of some sort of mask that is pushed up to the top of his head. A little ways behind him there is an open grave. A few feet from the grave is the finally dead corpse of a ghoul. The body looks like it has been run over by a herd of horses.
The crooked sunflower is ambling across the fields gathering ingredients for something when it notices him. "What happened here?" It asks, seeing the mutilated ghoul, its roots moving to collect any blood there may be.
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 figure twists around and he suddenly seems a lot larger than before. His mask, a plastic, gray-skinned, Frankenstein mask with a sullen expression and a flat head tied around his head with elastic twine, has been pulled down over his face. His shoulders seem to be strong and broad and his limbs seem long, gray skinned, and thick with dead muscle. His massive hands ball up into sledgehammer fists. He lets out a low mixture of a groan and a growl that slowly turns into the words, "He mistook me for a meal. I suggest you don't make the same mistake."
"I had no such intention- I can only really consume light and liquid, anyway. What brings you to this place?"
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 pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
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)