"I am Helianth- a nostalgic traveler, a connoisseur of the divine, and little else that is of importance to you." It responds, bowing slightly. Assuming these particular cultists were around in some capacity when Helianth was first here, they likely recognize the name- as well as its former goal. "Forgive me if this is a rather foolish question, but I must ask... why do you hunt down the Barley King?"
She frowns behind her mask. “That happens to be a secret of our Cult and of the Autumn Court… but is of vital importance, both to our cult, the Court, and all of the Country. folks across Autumn Country know that the Barley King- it must be caught.”
"Understood- then I shall not pry on the matter further. I wouldn't want to interfere with such important work." It decides, knowing that it will absolutely be seeking that information out as soon as possible.
The high cultist turns back to the ritual circle, using a piece of cloth to bandage the cut in her hand. The other cultists keep an eye on Helianth.
she turns back to look to the crooked flower. “What were you doing in these parts of the country?… this wheat field is a sacred place to the Barley king.”
"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
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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)
*Terrifying idea: Eating Disorder Paladin who wants to live vicariously through others to satiate T H E V O I C E S*
*Feeding people is his love language, but he's afraid of eating because once he does he can't stop until he literally can't continue. The Tasting Beast whispers to him, and he regards it with a mix of love and terror, only letting the monstrosity take control when he's out of options or is about to starve to death.*
*The Tasting Beast in this concept is basically Cerberus but for the planes of food instead of the planes of evil. It's a viscerally unhealthy monstrosity created to kill and eat things like Butter Elementals and Gummy Bears and stuff like that, but now that it's free it spreads its influence to mortals and drives its paladins to live deliciously. However, it cannot act for itself since it is trapped under a mountain at the moment.*
*My boi hears its whispers but does his best not to act on them, afraid of what he might do.*
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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.
"Few things make sense in a place like this- I understood that just fine, though." It looks up at the artificial sun with a sense of disdain. "I am partial to summer myself, though I don't belong to any court. Just a connoisseur and a visionary, is all."
"What is your vision, visionary?" He squints up at the sun after you, "Tell me your mission, missionary."
*Sorry I keep disappearing*
"I'm going to give this realm a new sun- a real sun- and crush the Autumn Court to make this place a land of eternal summertime and sunlight." It responds, stating it as if it were an irrefutable fact of what is going to happen. "This land is decaying- an eternally rotting corpse existing only to whet the appetites of vultures like the Autumn King. It's about time someone rid this place of the stench of death and allowed new life to grow and flourish, I think."
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
"I am Helianth- a nostalgic traveler, a connoisseur of the divine, and little else that is of importance to you." It responds, bowing slightly. Assuming these particular cultists were around in some capacity when Helianth was first here, they likely recognize the name- as well as its former goal. "Forgive me if this is a rather foolish question, but I must ask... why do you hunt down the Barley King?"
She frowns behind her mask. “That happens to be a secret of our Cult and of the Autumn Court… but is of vital importance, both to our cult, the Court, and all of the Country. folks across Autumn Country know that the Barley King- it must be caught.”
"Understood- then I shall not pry on the matter further. I wouldn't want to interfere with such important work." It decides, knowing that it will absolutely be seeking that information out as soon as possible.
The high cultist turns back to the ritual circle, using a piece of cloth to bandage the cut in her hand. The other cultists keep an eye on Helianth.
she turns back to look to the crooked flower. “What were you doing in these parts of the country?… this wheat field is a sacred place to the Barley king.”
"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
*Terrifying idea: Eating Disorder Paladin who wants to live vicariously through others to satiate T H E V O I C E S*
*Feeding people is his love language, but he's afraid of eating because once he does he can't stop until he literally can't continue. The Tasting Beast whispers to him, and he regards it with a mix of love and terror, only letting the monstrosity take control when he's out of options or is about to starve to death.*
*The Tasting Beast in this concept is basically Cerberus but for the planes of food instead of the planes of evil. It's a viscerally unhealthy monstrosity created to kill and eat things like Butter Elementals and Gummy Bears and stuff like that, but now that it's free it spreads its influence to mortals and drives its paladins to live deliciously. However, it cannot act for itself since it is trapped under a mountain at the moment.*
*My boi hears its whispers but does his best not to act on them, afraid of what he might do.*
*I love the tasting beast*
*i was thinking of making a wolf monstrosity as well! Though mine would be more… fairy-tale big bad wolf sort of vibes*
*Terrifying idea: Eating Disorder Paladin who wants to live vicariously through others to satiate T H E V O I C E S*
*Feeding people is his love language, but he's afraid of eating because once he does he can't stop until he literally can't continue. The Tasting Beast whispers to him, and he regards it with a mix of love and terror, only letting the monstrosity take control when he's out of options or is about to starve to death.*
*The Tasting Beast in this concept is basically Cerberus but for the planes of food instead of the planes of evil. It's a viscerally unhealthy monstrosity created to kill and eat things like Butter Elementals and Gummy Bears and stuff like that, but now that it's free it spreads its influence to mortals and drives its paladins to live deliciously. However, it cannot act for itself since it is trapped under a mountain at the moment.*
*My boi hears its whispers but does his best not to act on them, afraid of what he might do.*
*I love the tasting beast*
*i was thinking of making a wolf monstrosity as well! Though mine would be more… fairy-tale big bad wolf sort of vibes*
*Not exactly a wolf...*
In fact, I believe it to be possibly the worst thing ever.
*As a note, the Tasting Beast in official lore has no origin or motives whatsoever, so I am making up all of its lore beyond "CE Monstrosity that leads CE paladins"*
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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.
"Few things make sense in a place like this- I understood that just fine, though." It looks up at the artificial sun with a sense of disdain. "I am partial to summer myself, though I don't belong to any court. Just a connoisseur and a visionary, is all."
"What is your vision, visionary?" He squints up at the sun after you, "Tell me your mission, missionary."
*Sorry I keep disappearing*
"I'm going to give this realm a new sun- a real sun- and crush the Autumn Court to make this place a land of eternal summertime and sunlight." It responds, stating it as if it were an irrefutable fact of what is going to happen. "This land is decaying- an eternally rotting corpse existing only to whet the appetites of vultures like the Autumn King. It's about time someone rid this place of the stench of death and allowed new life to grow and flourish, I think."
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
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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)
*Terrifying idea: Eating Disorder Paladin who wants to live vicariously through others to satiate T H E V O I C E S*
*Feeding people is his love language, but he's afraid of eating because once he does he can't stop until he literally can't continue. The Tasting Beast whispers to him, and he regards it with a mix of love and terror, only letting the monstrosity take control when he's out of options or is about to starve to death.*
*The Tasting Beast in this concept is basically Cerberus but for the planes of food instead of the planes of evil. It's a viscerally unhealthy monstrosity created to kill and eat things like Butter Elementals and Gummy Bears and stuff like that, but now that it's free it spreads its influence to mortals and drives its paladins to live deliciously. However, it cannot act for itself since it is trapped under a mountain at the moment.*
*My boi hears its whispers but does his best not to act on them, afraid of what he might do.*
*I love the tasting beast*
*i was thinking of making a wolf monstrosity as well! Though mine would be more… fairy-tale big bad wolf sort of vibes*
*Not exactly a wolf...*
In fact, I believe it to be possibly the worst thing ever.
*As a note, the Tasting Beast in official lore has no origin or motives whatsoever, so I am making up all of its lore beyond "CE Monstrosity that leads CE paladins"*
The high cultist turns back to the ritual circle, using a piece of cloth to bandage the cut in her hand. The other cultists keep an eye on Helianth.
she turns back to look to the crooked flower. “What were you doing in these parts of the country?… this wheat field is a sacred place to the Barley king.”
"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
“I See… and what sort of project may that be?…”
"Creating a real sun for this land- a true star, like the ones before the sky here went dark." It says casually, as if discussing the weather. Well, in a sense it is, but that's besides the point.
The high cultist turns back to the ritual circle, using a piece of cloth to bandage the cut in her hand. The other cultists keep an eye on Helianth.
she turns back to look to the crooked flower. “What were you doing in these parts of the country?… this wheat field is a sacred place to the Barley king.”
"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
“I See… and what sort of project may that be?…”
"Creating a real sun for this land- a true star, like the ones before the sky here went dark." It says casually, as if discussing the weather. Well, in a sense it is, but that's besides the point.
“I’m… sorry, creating a new sun?… why in the King’s name would you ever wish to do that? It is… antithetical to the Autumn country.”
The high cultist turns back to the ritual circle, using a piece of cloth to bandage the cut in her hand. The other cultists keep an eye on Helianth.
she turns back to look to the crooked flower. “What were you doing in these parts of the country?… this wheat field is a sacred place to the Barley king.”
"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
“I See… and what sort of project may that be?…”
"Creating a real sun for this land- a true star, like the ones before the sky here went dark." It says casually, as if discussing the weather. Well, in a sense it is, but that's besides the point.
“I’m… sorry, creating a new sun?… why in the King’s name would you ever wish to do that? It is… antithetical to the Autumn country.”
"Exactly." It agrees. "I'd provide a better answer to your question if I could, but I have a feeling that'd be rather antithetical as well."
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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)
"Few things make sense in a place like this- I understood that just fine, though." It looks up at the artificial sun with a sense of disdain. "I am partial to summer myself, though I don't belong to any court. Just a connoisseur and a visionary, is all."
"What is your vision, visionary?" He squints up at the sun after you, "Tell me your mission, missionary."
*Sorry I keep disappearing*
"I'm going to give this realm a new sun- a real sun- and crush the Autumn Court to make this place a land of eternal summertime and sunlight." It responds, stating it as if it were an irrefutable fact of what is going to happen. "This land is decaying- an eternally rotting corpse existing only to whet the appetites of vultures like the Autumn King. It's about time someone rid this place of the stench of death and allowed new life to grow and flourish, I think."
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
“You are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"Few things make sense in a place like this- I understood that just fine, though." It looks up at the artificial sun with a sense of disdain. "I am partial to summer myself, though I don't belong to any court. Just a connoisseur and a visionary, is all."
"What is your vision, visionary?" He squints up at the sun after you, "Tell me your mission, missionary."
*Sorry I keep disappearing*
"I'm going to give this realm a new sun- a real sun- and crush the Autumn Court to make this place a land of eternal summertime and sunlight." It responds, stating it as if it were an irrefutable fact of what is going to happen. "This land is decaying- an eternally rotting corpse existing only to whet the appetites of vultures like the Autumn King. It's about time someone rid this place of the stench of death and allowed new life to grow and flourish, I think."
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
“You are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"You do? What may those be?" It asks, turning three of its nine wretched flower heads towards the April Fool, eagerly listening.
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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)
"Few things make sense in a place like this- I understood that just fine, though." It looks up at the artificial sun with a sense of disdain. "I am partial to summer myself, though I don't belong to any court. Just a connoisseur and a visionary, is all."
"What is your vision, visionary?" He squints up at the sun after you, "Tell me your mission, missionary."
*Sorry I keep disappearing*
"I'm going to give this realm a new sun- a real sun- and crush the Autumn Court to make this place a land of eternal summertime and sunlight." It responds, stating it as if it were an irrefutable fact of what is going to happen. "This land is decaying- an eternally rotting corpse existing only to whet the appetites of vultures like the Autumn King. It's about time someone rid this place of the stench of death and allowed new life to grow and flourish, I think."
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
“You are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"You do? What may those be?" It asks, turning three of its nine wretched flower heads towards the April Fool, eagerly listening.
“I am only a fool,” he shrugs, “But fools have ears and eyes. I know the ghouls hate the King, and so does their queen. I’ve put my ear to the keyholes of many a sepulcher and ghoul gate and heard whispers of rebellion. I know that somewhere in the hollows of this kingdom there is a greater and lesser flame that would both love to see this kingdom in ashes. One attempted to scorch this world once, and the other is the spark of revolution.” He grins, “I’ve heard murmurations that the first flame was stolen. I know the Inquisitor of the Dead has never been satisfied serving the King. I know the Barley King’s death is essential to the continuation of the Autumn eternality.”
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
“You are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"You do? What may those be?" It asks, turning three of its nine wretched flower heads towards the April Fool, eagerly listening.
“I am only a fool,” he shrugs, “But fools have ears and eyes. I know the ghouls hate the King, and so does their queen. I’ve put my ear to the keyholes of many a sepulcher and ghoul gate and heard whispers of rebellion. I know that somewhere in the hollows of this kingdom there is a greater and lesser flame that would both love to see this kingdom in ashes. One attempted to scorch this world once, and the other is the spark of revolution.” He grins, “I’ve heard murmurations that the first flame was stolen. I know the Inquisitor of the Dead has never been satisfied serving the King. I know the Barley King’s death is essential to the continuation of the Autumn eternality.”
It listens intently to everything he says, quietly formulating a plan. It chuckles a bit to itself upon hearing him mention the stolen flame, knowing something he doesn't. A minute or so later, it speaks again, audibly happy with the information he has given it. "Wonderful... simply sublime... This will be easier than I thought it would be- assuming I can play my cards right, that is. I am immensely grateful for your aid, Mr. Fool. Thank you." It bows slightly towards him. "Say, would you like to join me on my mission? Ten heads are better than nine, as I say." It laughs a bit at its own joke, but the offer is genuine.
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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)
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
“You are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"You do? What may those be?" It asks, turning three of its nine wretched flower heads towards the April Fool, eagerly listening.
“I am only a fool,” he shrugs, “But fools have ears and eyes. I know the ghouls hate the King, and so does their queen. I’ve put my ear to the keyholes of many a sepulcher and ghoul gate and heard whispers of rebellion. I know that somewhere in the hollows of this kingdom there is a greater and lesser flame that would both love to see this kingdom in ashes. One attempted to scorch this world once, and the other is the spark of revolution.” He grins, “I’ve heard murmurations that the first flame was stolen. I know the Inquisitor of the Dead has never been satisfied serving the King. I know the Barley King’s death is essential to the continuation of the Autumn eternality.”
It listens intently to everything he says, quietly formulating a plan. It chuckles a bit to itself upon hearing him mention the stolen flame, knowing something he doesn't. A minute or so later, it speaks again, audibly happy with the information he has given it. "Wonderful... simply sublime... This will be easier than I thought it would be- assuming I can play my cards right, that is. I am immensely grateful for your aid, Mr. Fool. Thank you." It bows slightly towards him. "Say, would you like to join me on my mission? Ten heads are better than nine, as I say." It laughs a bit at its own joke, but the offer is genuine.
The serious expression on the clown’s face looks completely out of place. He considers what you say but shakes his head, “I made my peace with the Autumn King long ago, and friend, the Autumn King made his peace with me. We meet here, on occasion. I was wondering if he would turn up today.” He gazes up at the balcony seat at the top of the arena where the King would have sat, “I do not want to overthrow the Autumn Country, despite everything they did to my people. Frankly, I’d hate to see this place burn to the ground. I like the colors. It’s like every leaf is a flower.” He says with a wide smile, though you see sadness on its edge. “But I won’t stop you. This place could use some change. It could use something new. And isn’t that what spring is about? Rebirth and new beginnings.”
*I will disappear in thirty minutes but be back later* A bronze, automaton rabbit sits under a red leafed tree. He has stoked a small fire and a tea kettle is simmering above the flames. The hare’s slender, metal fingers are unwrapping a small clothe package.
Helianth is in one of the Autumn Country's many gargantuan graveyard valleys, searching every grave and tomb it can for something specific. There are only two days left before the hunt for the Barley King begins, and it wants to find all the help it can get before then.
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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)
Speaking of the Barley King, cultists around the Autumn Country have begun popping up, almost out of thin air. They all wear similar animal masks, and they gather around taverns or in wheat fields. They are armed, and they are preparing for the hunt. They bring along with them hunting dogs and falcons- all to hunt down a God.
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"There are multiple reasons, actually. Partly due to nostalgia, partly due to searching for something that will help me with a project of mine, and partly due to chance." It responds- a factual statement, but a lie of omission.
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 Tasting Beast in this concept is basically Cerberus but for the planes of food instead of the planes of evil. It's a viscerally unhealthy monstrosity created to kill and eat things like Butter Elementals and Gummy Bears and stuff like that, but now that it's free it spreads its influence to mortals and drives its paladins to live deliciously. However, it cannot act for itself since it is trapped under a mountain at the moment.*
*My boi hears its whispers but does his best not to act on them, afraid of what he might do.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No worries. I will be slow to respond as well.*
The clown's eyes widen, "You wish to overthrow the Autumn King? He's been ruler of this country for so long... that's like saying you'll... heh, remove the sun. But we don't have one of those."
“I See… and what sort of project may that be?…”
*I love the tasting beast*
*i was thinking of making a wolf monstrosity as well! Though mine would be more… fairy-tale big bad wolf sort of vibes*
*Not exactly a wolf...*
In fact, I believe it to be possibly the worst thing ever.
*As a note, the Tasting Beast in official lore has no origin or motives whatsoever, so I am making up all of its lore beyond "CE Monstrosity that leads CE paladins"*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ironically enough, I've attempted to do that as well. Almost succeeded, too, before I realized it was fake." It laughs a bit to itself, and the light around it seems to flicker and fade for a second, as if shrinking back in fear of the divine glutton. "Some have gotten close before- I only need to formulate a plan to avoid their mistakes. Weaken his grasp on this land. Cave in the ceiling by breaking the pillars."
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)
*oh gods that art is cursed*
*I do love the lore though!*
"Creating a real sun for this land- a true star, like the ones before the sky here went dark." It says casually, as if discussing the weather. Well, in a sense it is, but that's besides the point.
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… sorry, creating a new sun?… why in the King’s name would you ever wish to do that? It is… antithetical to the Autumn country.”
"Exactly." It agrees. "I'd provide a better answer to your question if I could, but I have a feeling that'd be rather antithetical as well."
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 are bold to proclaim your goal in the King’s own land. There are many ancient pillars here in the Autumn Country. I know of some that have already started to crumble…”
"You do? What may those be?" It asks, turning three of its nine wretched flower heads towards the April Fool, eagerly listening.
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 am only a fool,” he shrugs, “But fools have ears and eyes. I know the ghouls hate the King, and so does their queen. I’ve put my ear to the keyholes of many a sepulcher and ghoul gate and heard whispers of rebellion. I know that somewhere in the hollows of this kingdom there is a greater and lesser flame that would both love to see this kingdom in ashes. One attempted to scorch this world once, and the other is the spark of revolution.” He grins, “I’ve heard murmurations that the first flame was stolen. I know the Inquisitor of the Dead has never been satisfied serving the King. I know the Barley King’s death is essential to the continuation of the Autumn eternality.”
It listens intently to everything he says, quietly formulating a plan. It chuckles a bit to itself upon hearing him mention the stolen flame, knowing something he doesn't. A minute or so later, it speaks again, audibly happy with the information he has given it. "Wonderful... simply sublime... This will be easier than I thought it would be- assuming I can play my cards right, that is. I am immensely grateful for your aid, Mr. Fool. Thank you." It bows slightly towards him. "Say, would you like to join me on my mission? Ten heads are better than nine, as I say." It laughs a bit at its own joke, but the offer is genuine.
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 serious expression on the clown’s face looks completely out of place. He considers what you say but shakes his head, “I made my peace with the Autumn King long ago, and friend, the Autumn King made his peace with me. We meet here, on occasion. I was wondering if he would turn up today.” He gazes up at the balcony seat at the top of the arena where the King would have sat, “I do not want to overthrow the Autumn Country, despite everything they did to my people. Frankly, I’d hate to see this place burn to the ground. I like the colors. It’s like every leaf is a flower.” He says with a wide smile, though you see sadness on its edge. “But I won’t stop you. This place could use some change. It could use something new. And isn’t that what spring is about? Rebirth and new beginnings.”
*I am back, children of the candy corn field*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I will disappear in thirty minutes but be back later*
A bronze, automaton rabbit sits under a red leafed tree. He has stoked a small fire and a tea kettle is simmering above the flames. The hare’s slender, metal fingers are unwrapping a small clothe package.
Helianth is in one of the Autumn Country's many gargantuan graveyard valleys, searching every grave and tomb it can for something specific. There are only two days left before the hunt for the Barley King begins, and it wants to find all the help it can get before then.
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)
Speaking of the Barley King, cultists around the Autumn Country have begun popping up, almost out of thin air. They all wear similar animal masks, and they gather around taverns or in wheat fields. They are armed, and they are preparing for the hunt. They bring along with them hunting dogs and falcons- all to hunt down a God.