"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
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
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
"My ambitions have nothing to do with the throne. I simply have a score to settle and some changes to make. Besides, I would likely do an abysmal job of running things." It laughs a bit at that last sentence, though everything it says is factual- just 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)
"Sounds like you've been busy. What representatives have we had visit my country? What sort of gift have you been given?"
“We had not exchanged names… but he was from a place torn asunder by war- he fled here to find refuge.” Julius starts, pacing as he recounts the tale, rising a few feet into the air as if he were ascending stairs.
”he had gifted me strawberries! Such a wonderful fruit, are they not? It has been so long since I had such a food that was not from the Autumn Country-…”
His candlelit eyes flicker revealing more of the darkness behind them, "Torn asunder by war... strawberries..." He murmurs through his leafy beard, "No, we don't usually have strawberries here. They are a fruit of spring. Who was this man? A friend, a foe... a fool?"
"Sounds like you've been busy. What representatives have we had visit my country? What sort of gift have you been given?"
“We had not exchanged names… but he was from a place torn asunder by war- he fled here to find refuge.” Julius starts, pacing as he recounts the tale, rising a few feet into the air as if he were ascending stairs.
”he had gifted me strawberries! Such a wonderful fruit, are they not? It has been so long since I had such a food that was not from the Autumn Country-…”
His candlelit eyes flicker revealing more of the darkness behind them, "Torn asunder by war... strawberries..." He murmurs through his leafy beard, "No, we don't usually have strawberries here. They are a fruit of spring. Who was this man? A friend, a foe... a fool?"
“Certainly no fool, I don’t think, if that is who you believe I had met… no, I’d say he could be a friend.”
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
"My ambitions have nothing to do with the throne. I simply have a score to settle and some changes to make. Besides, I would likely do an abysmal job of running things." It laughs a bit at that last sentence, though everything it says is factual- just a lie of omission.
"Run things? What would you run from? Oh! The King of course! How would you weaken the one who keeps us bound and stays our fork-filled hands?" He clambers out of the grave and crouches on the other side of the hole, watching you.
His candlelit eyes flicker revealing more of the darkness behind them, "Torn asunder by war... strawberries..." He murmurs through his leafy beard, "No, we don't usually have strawberries here. They are a fruit of spring. Who was this man? A friend, a foe... a fool?"
“Certainly no fool, I don’t think, if that is who you believe I had met… no, I’d say he could be a friend.”
"Sorry, I know of a similar sounding fellow but it seems they aren't the same. We can always benefit from having new friends, I do not mean to send him off."
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
"My ambitions have nothing to do with the throne. I simply have a score to settle and some changes to make. Besides, I would likely do an abysmal job of running things." It laughs a bit at that last sentence, though everything it says is factual- just a lie of omission.
"Run things? What would you run from? Oh! The King of course! How would you weaken the one who keeps us bound and stays our fork-filled hands?" He clambers out of the grave and crouches on the other side of the hole, watching you.
"In two days' time, the hunt for the Barley King will begin. This hunt, and the Barley King's death, are essential to the eternal cycle of autumn here. If we were to find them first, capture them, and guard them from harm, the sacrifice will never occur. That shall be the first pillar of the Autumn King's might that crumbles, and the rest will follow from there."
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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)
His candlelit eyes flicker revealing more of the darkness behind them, "Torn asunder by war... strawberries..." He murmurs through his leafy beard, "No, we don't usually have strawberries here. They are a fruit of spring. Who was this man? A friend, a foe... a fool?"
“Certainly no fool, I don’t think, if that is who you believe I had met… no, I’d say he could be a friend.”
"Sorry, I know of a similar sounding fellow but it seems they aren't the same. We can always benefit from having new friends, I do not mean to send him off."
“I see… who is this fellow that you had thought of?” Julius asks, leaning back as if he were sitting, still floating in the air.
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
"My ambitions have nothing to do with the throne. I simply have a score to settle and some changes to make. Besides, I would likely do an abysmal job of running things." It laughs a bit at that last sentence, though everything it says is factual- just a lie of omission.
"Run things? What would you run from? Oh! The King of course! How would you weaken the one who keeps us bound and stays our fork-filled hands?" He clambers out of the grave and crouches on the other side of the hole, watching you.
"In two days' time, the hunt for the Barley King will begin. This hunt, and the Barley King's death, are essential to the eternal cycle of autumn here. If we were to find them first, capture them, and guard them from harm, the sacrifice will never occur. That shall be the first pillar of the Autumn King's might that crumbles, and the rest will follow from there."
"The Barley King breeds a bitter sort of beer. It tastes too pure for our precious palates." He plucks a squirming centipede off of his shoulder and slurps it down, "Blood is a better imbibment. To guard sounds hard." He scratches his chin. This is a creature who lives to destroy and tear apart what is already dead. Protecting the life of something is a foreign concept and contrary to his very nature. He is having a hard time wrapping his head around it.
"Sorry, I know of a similar sounding fellow but it seems they aren't the same. We can always benefit from having new friends, I do not mean to send him off."
“I see… who is this fellow that you had thought of?” Julius asks, leaning back as if he were sitting, still floating in the air.
He runs a hand through his red, rustling beard, "A fool... by occupation only. Every season has one. He's probably the last patron of the spring. Poisson D'avril is his proper name, but he goes by many others. I did him a great wrong long ago."
"Sorry, I know of a similar sounding fellow but it seems they aren't the same. We can always benefit from having new friends, I do not mean to send him off."
“I see… who is this fellow that you had thought of?” Julius asks, leaning back as if he were sitting, still floating in the air.
He runs a hand through his red, rustling beard, "A fool... by occupation only. Every season has one. He's probably the last patron of the spring. Poisson D'avril is his proper name, but he goes by many others. I did him a great wrong long ago."
*aha! I recognize those French words! That means the April Fish*
he leans forward, intrigued. “Oh, really? what happened to the others of the Spring Court?-… and what did you do to him so long ago? I have not heard of this story before…”
"Weaken the King?" He repeats, standing ankle deep in writhing insects. His orange eyes narrow, "How would we know that you'd leave the throne to our Queen, may she ever rot and reek."
Ayooooo guess who’s back?
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
*I, Again, cannot put into words how awesome everyone’s writing on this thread is*
"My ambitions have nothing to do with the throne. I simply have a score to settle and some changes to make. Besides, I would likely do an abysmal job of running things." It laughs a bit at that last sentence, though everything it says is factual- just 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)
His candlelit eyes flicker revealing more of the darkness behind them, "Torn asunder by war... strawberries..." He murmurs through his leafy beard, "No, we don't usually have strawberries here. They are a fruit of spring. Who was this man? A friend, a foe... a fool?"
*Howdy Fry! It's been awhile.*
“Certainly no fool, I don’t think, if that is who you believe I had met… no, I’d say he could be a friend.”
"Run things? What would you run from? Oh! The King of course! How would you weaken the one who keeps us bound and stays our fork-filled hands?" He clambers out of the grave and crouches on the other side of the hole, watching you.
"Sorry, I know of a similar sounding fellow but it seems they aren't the same. We can always benefit from having new friends, I do not mean to send him off."
"In two days' time, the hunt for the Barley King will begin. This hunt, and the Barley King's death, are essential to the eternal cycle of autumn here. If we were to find them first, capture them, and guard them from harm, the sacrifice will never occur. That shall be the first pillar of the Autumn King's might that crumbles, and the rest will follow from there."
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)
*sorry if my responses may be slow, I’m memorizing a monologue!*
“I see… who is this fellow that you had thought of?” Julius asks, leaning back as if he were sitting, still floating in the air.
"The Barley King breeds a bitter sort of beer. It tastes too pure for our precious palates." He plucks a squirming centipede off of his shoulder and slurps it down, "Blood is a better imbibment. To guard sounds hard." He scratches his chin. This is a creature who lives to destroy and tear apart what is already dead. Protecting the life of something is a foreign concept and contrary to his very nature. He is having a hard time wrapping his head around it.
Otto is making a Japanese-style strawberry shortcake using ingredients he harvested himself.
*Gonna intro my Deliciousness Paladin as soon as I finish them.*
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, that sounds like a difficult thing to do while roleplaying. I'm currently trying to write poetry while doing this and its a little hard.*
Julius watches from a tree, interested in the process.
He runs a hand through his red, rustling beard, "A fool... by occupation only. Every season has one. He's probably the last patron of the spring. Poisson D'avril is his proper name, but he goes by many others. I did him a great wrong long ago."
Otto looks up and smiles. "Hello, friend. Your land has incredible apples."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*aha! I recognize those French words! That means the April Fish*
he leans forward, intrigued. “Oh, really? what happened to the others of the Spring Court?-… and what did you do to him so long ago? I have not heard of this story before…”
Julius grins, flipping down into a pile of leaves and bounding over to Otto, stepping upon the wind to carry him.
”why thank you! I take pride in each and every one of our magnificent crops, every farm, field and orchard…”