The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
"I am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
The sunflower bows slightly to Ave. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Helianth. I'd say one of my titles as well, but they weren't given to me with respect or praise in mind."
"Still a title dear, own it! Show those who gave it to you you do not fear it!" Tobor meowed and jumped down from their shoulder.
"I certainly don't fear them... it's just that things like 'crooked scourge of the stars', or 'the divine glutton', or 'unholy mosquito' aren't that flattering."
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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 mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
"I am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
The sunflower bows slightly to Ave. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Helianth. I'd say one of my titles as well, but they weren't given to me with respect or praise in mind."
"Still a title dear, own it! Show those who gave it to you you do not fear it!" Tobor meowed and jumped down from their shoulder.
"I certainly don't fear them... it's just that things like 'crooked scourge of the stars', or 'the divine glutton', or 'unholy mosquito' aren't that flattering."
"Those are beautiful dearie!" Rascal purrs "A title is nothing more than that, a title, a string of words meant to refer to someone."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He crawls out of the earth and toward it, much like a massive worm. He sits down beside it, the dirt on his clothes falling off and leaving him perfectly clean. Nonetheless, he wipes off his glasses. "Even a fake sun hurts when it gets high enough. I overslept today."
"...It's a ghastly thing, isn't it?" The flower speaks, talking about that same fake star. "It fouls this land with unnatural light, only a shell of what any sun ought to be. That, and it tastes awful."
"It's not as hot as a normal sun does. I can stay out a little longer than usual. On other planes, I have to hibernate through the summer or die. There is no summer here, so the ground stays soft and cool year round."
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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 crawls out of the earth and toward it, much like a massive worm. He sits down beside it, the dirt on his clothes falling off and leaving him perfectly clean. Nonetheless, he wipes off his glasses. "Even a fake sun hurts when it gets high enough. I overslept today."
"...It's a ghastly thing, isn't it?" The flower speaks, talking about that same fake star. "It fouls this land with unnatural light, only a shell of what any sun ought to be. That, and it tastes awful."
"It's not as hot as a normal sun does. I can stay out a little longer than usual. On other planes, I have to hibernate through the summer or die. There is no summer here, so the ground stays soft and cool year round."
"Yes... there is no summer here..." It mutters, silent for a few seconds before it speaks again. "Hypothetically, if one were to be far enough underground, they would never have to fear the sun at all."
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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's not as hot as a normal sun does. I can stay out a little longer than usual. On other planes, I have to hibernate through the summer or die. There is no summer here, so the ground stays soft and cool year round."
"Yes... there is no summer here..." It mutters, silent for a few seconds before it speaks again. "Hypothetically, if one were to be far enough underground, they would never have to fear the sun at all."
"There are a lot of monsters underground, and a lot of people can't survive that kind of danger." His hands are shaking. "I only bury myself shallow because of them. My father... he once brought me down into the mines to see them. He told me that if I stayed down there for too long, I would..." He bows his head, not continuing.
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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.
*It brings my heart joy to see folks role playing here. I wish I could join y’all but my Fridays are very busy and I don’t think I can be around at all. I do love Helianth’s goal of taking over the Autumn Country and making it summer. I look forward to reading through what happens when I’m gone.*
"It's not as hot as a normal sun does. I can stay out a little longer than usual. On other planes, I have to hibernate through the summer or die. There is no summer here, so the ground stays soft and cool year round."
"Yes... there is no summer here..." It mutters, silent for a few seconds before it speaks again. "Hypothetically, if one were to be far enough underground, they would never have to fear the sun at all."
"There are a lot of monsters underground, and a lot of people can't survive that kind of danger." His hands are shaking. "I only bury myself shallow because of them. My father... he once brought me down into the mines to see them. He told me that if I stayed down there for too long, I would..." He bows his head, not continuing.
It nods in understanding, not saying anything else, not wanting to upset him further with any knowledge of what it's planning. It does make a mental note of something, though.
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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 brings my heart joy to see folks role playing here. I wish I could join y’all but my Fridays are very busy and I don’t think I can be around at all. I do love Helianth’s goal of taking over the Autumn Country and making it summer. I look forward to reading through what happens when I’m gone.*
*I wanted Helianth to lean more into being a villain this time- and it has a big plan for how it's going to try taking over. If it wins... the world it plans to make would be a hellscape. A burning irradiated wasteland above, and lightless caverns of madness and monsters below. I shudder at the very thought of it.*
*I might be able to use that Icarus-like death I had planned for it after all.*
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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)
"There are a lot of monsters underground, and a lot of people can't survive that kind of danger." His hands are shaking. "I only bury myself shallow because of them. My father... he once brought me down into the mines to see them. He told me that if I stayed down there for too long, I would..." He bows his head, not continuing.
It nods in understanding, not saying anything else, not wanting to upset him further with any knowledge of what it's planning. It does make a mental note of something, though.
He reaches out and puts a hand on Helianth, delicately dragging his fingers over the burning metal and producing smoke. He presses his palm against it, impaling his hand and cooking it. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to my rambling. I never have anything nice to say." He pats it a bit before pulling his now ruined appendage off the flower. He doesn't seem to have felt any pain during this horrible display.
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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.
"There are a lot of monsters underground, and a lot of people can't survive that kind of danger." His hands are shaking. "I only bury myself shallow because of them. My father... he once brought me down into the mines to see them. He told me that if I stayed down there for too long, I would..." He bows his head, not continuing.
It nods in understanding, not saying anything else, not wanting to upset him further with any knowledge of what it's planning. It does make a mental note of something, though.
He reaches out and puts a hand on Helianth, delicately dragging his fingers over the burning metal and producing smoke. He presses his palm against it, impaling his hand and cooking it. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to my rambling. I never have anything nice to say." He pats it a bit before pulling his now ruined appendage off the flower. He doesn't seem to have felt any pain during this horrible display.
"You needn't be sorry. I'm happy you're talking to me at all- most just scream and run." It looks back at his now grievously wounded arm. "If you want, I can try to heal that for you."
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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)
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*This place matches my freamk. Also, I made art of Otto but I don't have a camera to capture it.*
Otto is out in the woods, playing what appears to be a fully functional piano grown whole out of a worm-rotted tree. He even has little wildflowers that tick and sway like little metronomes.
"My dear friend, we're here again, A very familiar place... All was done, I thought I'd won, A hallowed and fleeting taste... I can't count the endless hours Perfecting your natural grace... I see the end that I intend, But can't find the path I should take..."
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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.
*This place matches my freamk. Also, I made art of Otto but I don't have a camera to capture it.*
Otto is out in the woods, playing what appears to be a fully functional piano grown whole out of a worm-rotted tree. He even has little wildflowers that tick and sway like little metronomes.
"My dear friend, we're here again, A very familiar place... All was done, I thought I'd won, A hallowed and fleeting taste... I can't count the endless hours Perfecting your natural grace... I see the end that I intend, But can't find the path I should take..."
(May I get a description of Otto?)
Otto feels the rush of the wind and the sway of the trees, heralding the arrival of something nearby. The creaking of branches and the snapping of twigs, in beat with the piano. A pair of bright amber eyes watches him play, obscured up in the shadows of a tree.
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"I certainly don't fear them... it's just that things like 'crooked scourge of the stars', or 'the divine glutton', or 'unholy mosquito' aren't that flattering."
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)
"Those are beautiful dearie!" Rascal purrs "A title is nothing more than that, a title, a string of words meant to refer to someone."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's not as hot as a normal sun does. I can stay out a little longer than usual. On other planes, I have to hibernate through the summer or die. There is no summer here, so the ground stays soft and cool year round."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes... there is no summer here..." It mutters, silent for a few seconds before it speaks again. "Hypothetically, if one were to be far enough underground, they would never have to fear the sun at all."
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)
"There are a lot of monsters underground, and a lot of people can't survive that kind of danger." His hands are shaking. "I only bury myself shallow because of them. My father... he once brought me down into the mines to see them. He told me that if I stayed down there for too long, I would..." He bows his head, not continuing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It brings my heart joy to see folks role playing here. I wish I could join y’all but my Fridays are very busy and I don’t think I can be around at all. I do love Helianth’s goal of taking over the Autumn Country and making it summer. I look forward to reading through what happens when I’m gone.*
It nods in understanding, not saying anything else, not wanting to upset him further with any knowledge of what it's planning. It does make a mental note of something, though.
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 wanted Helianth to lean more into being a villain this time- and it has a big plan for how it's going to try taking over. If it wins... the world it plans to make would be a hellscape. A burning irradiated wasteland above, and lightless caverns of madness and monsters below. I shudder at the very thought of it.*
*I might be able to use that Icarus-like death I had planned for it after all.*
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 reaches out and puts a hand on Helianth, delicately dragging his fingers over the burning metal and producing smoke. He presses his palm against it, impaling his hand and cooking it. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to my rambling. I never have anything nice to say." He pats it a bit before pulling his now ruined appendage off the flower. He doesn't seem to have felt any pain during this horrible display.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You needn't be sorry. I'm happy you're talking to me at all- most just scream and run." It looks back at his now grievously wounded arm. "If you want, I can try to heal that for you."
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)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, flower people, absolutely beautiful.*
*A book labeled Entangled appears, the pages construct me.* “Hello” (I just wanted people to see my dramatic entrance.)
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*Hay, Arch, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello, darlings!*
*I’d most definitely be okay with that.*
*Howdy Arch!*
*howdy! How art thou, my dearest Dark?*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*This place matches my freamk.
Also, I made art of Otto but I don't have a camera to capture it.*
Otto is out in the woods, playing what appears to be a fully functional piano grown whole out of a worm-rotted tree. He even has little wildflowers that tick and sway like little metronomes.
"My dear friend, we're here again,
A very familiar place...
All was done, I thought I'd won,
A hallowed and fleeting taste...
I can't count the endless hours
Perfecting your natural grace...
I see the end that I intend,
But can't find the path I should take..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(May I get a description of Otto?)
Otto feels the rush of the wind and the sway of the trees, heralding the arrival of something nearby. The creaking of branches and the snapping of twigs, in beat with the piano. A pair of bright amber eyes watches him play, obscured up in the shadows of a tree.