*I'm glad you like it! I'm having fun playing Helianth as an overt villain like when I first made them- it's absolutely the type to really plan things out in advance. I'm wondering if I can somehow incorporate a Xanatos Gambit into its scheme as well...*
*Helianth has this thought out a scary amount- Saving the Barley King (that’ll be fun, since I’ll get to play them!) allying with the Queen of Ghouls, possibly kidnapping someone close to the Autumn King- this will be simply marvelous*
*I'm glad you like it! I'm having fun playing Helianth as an overt villain like when I first made them- it's absolutely the type to really plan things out in advance. I'm wondering if I can somehow incorporate a Xanatos Gambit into its scheme as well...*
*Helianth has this thought out a scary amount- Saving the Barley King (that’ll be fun, since I’ll get to play them!) allying with the Queen of Ghouls, possibly kidnapping someone close to the Autumn King- this will be simply marvelous*
*Yeah, this is going to be loads of fun. And the best part is, its plan doesn't even end with the Autumn King's death! All I'll say for now is that it's planning a betrayal 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)
"My plan for after is to find the Flame of Fawkes, and gather as many allies as possible before, once we have broken as many of the King's supports as we can, we storm the Keep of Painted Leaves and kill him. I've heard whispers that the Inquisitor of the Dead has their doubts regarding his authority, and once winter arrives and people grow cold and bitter and hungry, there will be some who grow to resent the King for letting such a thing happen." It answers- it seems fully confident in this plan. "That is, unless there are other weaknesses I'm not aware of that you are."
"The Flame of Fawkes is a valuable asset for any rebellion, for it is rebellion ignited. The King keeps it locked away at all times save the fifth of November. The Inquisitor is a cruel taskmaster and my ghouls will not work with him. He has tortured and imprisoned many of my children and is not to be trusted." She pauses to consider the things you've said, "The King's power is greatest when he is in the Autumn Country, and it's even greater when he is in the Keep. To storm the Keep would be to strike him where he is the strongest and has the most allies. The Librarian, for example, would never leave his Library and he is rather loyal to Augustus. That would be the bent of Fawkes's Flame though. Your plan is a wild one and a terrible task, but... somehow I feel as though you are capable of accomplishing it."
"I don't believe there would be much success if I were to attempt this alone, as previously stated, but I am certain we can accomplish it. Break the pillars to bring down the foundation of the Autumn Court's rule." It responds, sounding determined, stating this as though it were an irrefutable fact. "The later stages of the plan can be tweaked slightly- those are a decent ways away at the moment. If he is strongest in his Keep, then we shall need to lure him out of it. I do know he has a son- maybe a hostage will be enough to get his attention. As for the Inquisitor, we needn't make him our ally. Once the time arises, I shall attempt to convince him into inaction- though if that fails, we can kill him as well."
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
"The Flame of Fawkes is a valuable asset for any rebellion, for it is rebellion ignited. The King keeps it locked away at all times save the fifth of November. The Inquisitor is a cruel taskmaster and my ghouls will not work with him. He has tortured and imprisoned many of my children and is not to be trusted." She pauses to consider the things you've said, "The King's power is greatest when he is in the Autumn Country, and it's even greater when he is in the Keep. To storm the Keep would be to strike him where he is the strongest and has the most allies. The Librarian, for example, would never leave his Library and he is rather loyal to Augustus. That would be the bent of Fawkes's Flame though. Your plan is a wild one and a terrible task, but... somehow I feel as though you are capable of accomplishing it."
"I don't believe there would be much success if I were to attempt this alone, as previously stated, but I am certain we can accomplish it. Break the pillars to bring down the foundation of the Autumn Court's rule." It responds, sounding determined, stating this as though it were an irrefutable fact. "The later stages of the plan can be tweaked slightly- those are a decent ways away at the moment. If he is strongest in his Keep, then we shall need to lure him out of it. I do know he has a son- maybe a hostage will be enough to get his attention. As for the Inquisitor, we needn't make him our ally. Once the time arises, I shall attempt to convince him into inaction- though if that fails, we can kill him as well."
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
"By next February... Nine hundred and seventy-three years. Nowhere close to the age of primordial beings like them, but old enough where I know much about how 'gods' work. I've put quasi-deities and their celestials to the blade many times before, and from each one I have grown stronger- my title is 'Eater of Gods', after all." It responds. If it had the anatomy required to smile, it would do so as well. "It's about time things were shaken up. This land has been stagnant and unchanging for far too long- never allowed to fully decay- and I believe we ought to change that."
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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 Flame of Fawkes is a valuable asset for any rebellion, for it is rebellion ignited. The King keeps it locked away at all times save the fifth of November. The Inquisitor is a cruel taskmaster and my ghouls will not work with him. He has tortured and imprisoned many of my children and is not to be trusted." She pauses to consider the things you've said, "The King's power is greatest when he is in the Autumn Country, and it's even greater when he is in the Keep. To storm the Keep would be to strike him where he is the strongest and has the most allies. The Librarian, for example, would never leave his Library and he is rather loyal to Augustus. That would be the bent of Fawkes's Flame though. Your plan is a wild one and a terrible task, but... somehow I feel as though you are capable of accomplishing it."
"I don't believe there would be much success if I were to attempt this alone, as previously stated, but I am certain we can accomplish it. Break the pillars to bring down the foundation of the Autumn Court's rule." It responds, sounding determined, stating this as though it were an irrefutable fact. "The later stages of the plan can be tweaked slightly- those are a decent ways away at the moment. If he is strongest in his Keep, then we shall need to lure him out of it. I do know he has a son- maybe a hostage will be enough to get his attention. As for the Inquisitor, we needn't make him our ally. Once the time arises, I shall attempt to convince him into inaction- though if that fails, we can kill him as well."
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
"By next February... Nine hundred and seventy-three years. Nowhere close to the age of primordial beings like them, but old enough where I know much about how 'gods' work. I've put quasi-deities and their celestials to the blade many times before, and from each one I have grown stronger- my title is 'Eater of Gods', after all." It responds. If it had the anatomy required to smile, it would do so as well. "It's about time things were shaken up. This land has been stagnant and unchanging for far too long- never allowed to fully decay- and I believe we ought to change that."
"That is impressive. You've certainly accomplished many great and terrible things," she says with a smile, "The Autumn King has been a cruel tyrant for many years. He has allowed my children to be hunted and forbade them from satisfying their hunger. My ghouls have been worms wriggling under his boot for far too long. We will aid you, but know that I risk much to ally myself with you. When many others would blot my ghouls out of creation, Augustus has spared them. They are given freedom to hunt most travelers and feast on the graves in his cemetery fields. Not many understand it," she says with a sad sort of smile, "But I know that there is a sentimentality there."
"I don't believe there would be much success if I were to attempt this alone, as previously stated, but I am certain we can accomplish it. Break the pillars to bring down the foundation of the Autumn Court's rule." It responds, sounding determined, stating this as though it were an irrefutable fact. "The later stages of the plan can be tweaked slightly- those are a decent ways away at the moment. If he is strongest in his Keep, then we shall need to lure him out of it. I do know he has a son- maybe a hostage will be enough to get his attention. As for the Inquisitor, we needn't make him our ally. Once the time arises, I shall attempt to convince him into inaction- though if that fails, we can kill him as well."
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
"By next February... Nine hundred and seventy-three years. Nowhere close to the age of primordial beings like them, but old enough where I know much about how 'gods' work. I've put quasi-deities and their celestials to the blade many times before, and from each one I have grown stronger- my title is 'Eater of Gods', after all." It responds. If it had the anatomy required to smile, it would do so as well. "It's about time things were shaken up. This land has been stagnant and unchanging for far too long- never allowed to fully decay- and I believe we ought to change that."
"That is impressive. You've certainly accomplished many great and terrible things," she says with a smile, "The Autumn King has been a cruel tyrant for many years. He has allowed my children to be hunted and forbade them from satisfying their hunger. My ghouls have been worms wriggling under his boot for far too long. We will aid you, but know that I risk much to ally myself with you. When many others would blot my ghouls out of creation, Augustus has spared them. They are given freedom to hunt most travelers and feast on the graves in his cemetery fields. Not many understand it," she says with a sad sort of smile, "But I know that there is a sentimentality there."
"I somewhat understand that. Once winter comes and he falls, though, there will be none to stop your children from sating their hunger." It responds, bowing to the queen once more. "You have my sincerest gratitude, your majesty. I shall aid you in turn to my utmost ability."
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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)
*is the potential hostage Helianth is referring to supposed to be Julius, or is it another character I was previously unaware of?*
*Yep! Julius is the Harvest Prince, after all.*
*oh, Helianth is in for a fun interaction then. Julius can be very slippery*
*and in addition, his cloven hooved, humanoid form is, in fact, not his true form*
*Interesting... Helianth probably won't account for that in its initial plan. This is going to be fun indeed.*
*and even then, half the challenge might be getting into his secret pumpkin patch, he can travel there practically at will and it’s a gosh darn fortress, for most creatures (besides possibly the King, Helianth and other godlike beings) you basically just can’t even enter unless specifically invited*
"I don't believe there would be much success if I were to attempt this alone, as previously stated, but I am certain we can accomplish it. Break the pillars to bring down the foundation of the Autumn Court's rule." It responds, sounding determined, stating this as though it were an irrefutable fact. "The later stages of the plan can be tweaked slightly- those are a decent ways away at the moment. If he is strongest in his Keep, then we shall need to lure him out of it. I do know he has a son- maybe a hostage will be enough to get his attention. As for the Inquisitor, we needn't make him our ally. Once the time arises, I shall attempt to convince him into inaction- though if that fails, we can kill him as well."
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
"By next February... Nine hundred and seventy-three years. Nowhere close to the age of primordial beings like them, but old enough where I know much about how 'gods' work. I've put quasi-deities and their celestials to the blade many times before, and from each one I have grown stronger- my title is 'Eater of Gods', after all." It responds. If it had the anatomy required to smile, it would do so as well. "It's about time things were shaken up. This land has been stagnant and unchanging for far too long- never allowed to fully decay- and I believe we ought to change that."
"That is impressive. You've certainly accomplished many great and terrible things," she says with a smile, "The Autumn King has been a cruel tyrant for many years. He has allowed my children to be hunted and forbade them from satisfying their hunger. My ghouls have been worms wriggling under his boot for far too long. We will aid you, but know that I risk much to ally myself with you. When many others would blot my ghouls out of creation, Augustus has spared them. They are given freedom to hunt most travelers and feast on the graves in his cemetery fields. Not many understand it," she says with a sad sort of smile, "But I know that there is a sentimentality there."
"I somewhat understand that. Once winter comes and he falls, though, there will be none to stop your children from sating their hunger." It responds, bowing to the queen once more. "You have my sincerest gratitude, your majesty. I shall aid you in turn to my utmost ability."
"And I you," she does a short bow, "Know that you have legions of the hungry dead at your back should you need them. The ghoul gates will always be open for you. You'll have free passage from any cemetery in this world and in many others. Don't hesitate to knock. If any ghouls seek your harm let them know you have Amina's favor and they will obey your commands as if they were mine."
*DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY: 24 HOURS REMAIN* *Gooooooood morning, everyone!*
Helianth is in Ghulheim, a collection of maps of the Autumn Country set on a fallen tombstone it uses as a table, planning something. If the cult of the Barley King is as widespread as that fanatic it spoke to said, then it'd be safe to assume they'll be searching for the Barley King everywhere. Perhaps they can distract the cult... or thin their numbers.
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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)
*Mornin', gents! (and others, I don't mean to be discriminatory)*
"Savor that which is rad, preserve that which is tasty, seek out a life full of zest..."
A harengon is kneeling in front of a river, flattening his sharp teeth with a serrated tool as he uses the surface of the water as a mirror. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He whimpers desperate prayers between each stroke of the file, having already carved off his horns. Blood runs down his jacket from his mouth and the stumps on his head. He is dressed as a Squire of Flavor, a rare uniform since it isn't even required by the Order to wear them. Most simply walk around in plain clothes or armor while they serve their community, but not this bunny. "...and burn away the distasteful..."
He shivers in pain as he wipes the blood off his file using his paw. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He puts on his beret and shakily tries to clean his face in the water. "...and burn away the distasteful."
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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.
*Mornin', gents! (and others, I don't mean to be discriminatory)*
"Savor that which is rad, preserve that which is tasty, seek out a life full of zest..."
A harengon is kneeling in front of a river, flattening his sharp teeth with a serrated tool as he uses the surface of the water as a mirror. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He whimpers desperate prayers between each stroke of the file, having already carved off his horns. Blood runs down his jacket from his mouth and the stumps on his head. He is dressed as a Squire of Flavor, a rare uniform since it isn't even required by the Order to wear them. Most simply walk around in plain clothes or armor while they serve their community, but not this bunny. "...and burn away the distasteful..."
He shivers in pain as he wipes the blood off his file using his paw. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He puts on his beret and shakily tries to clean his face in the water. "...and burn away the distasteful."
*Mornin', bro! How are you today?*
Helianth is by the water's edge, deep in thought and silent resentment, the god eater casting a crooked shadow that stretches towards him. The water around it is boiling from the heat of its anger-fueled flames, which crackle in brilliant shades of white, gold, and the faintest bit of blue.
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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)
*Let me just bring this here. Oh, and can someone share the campaign pm with this account?*
A faint blue and purple light, an azul color, appears in an empty lot somewhere in the Autumn country, sitting on the ground with no source to where it originated, it is simply here now. It appears to be an ember, the beginnings of a flame started and quickly expanding with the sound of crackling and the shattering of glass as it seems to expand and ever grow in size.
Space seems to shift as something materializes in that spot, taking its place and becoming some kind of building, forming from the flame, though it makes it seem like it has always existed, the cloak that covers the building fading along with the flame that allowed it to form in the first place. A sign sits in front of the door, a comforting looking restaurant, perfectly calm with the gentle breeze, the crackling of that flame coming from inside, the sign doesn’t have the name of the place, just the word ‘Enjoy’, the door slightly cracked open, a light coming from inside along with the smell of something, food, delicious smelling. A restaurant has appeared without warning or indication, and at least someone has come along with it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Mornin', gents! (and others, I don't mean to be discriminatory)*
"Savor that which is rad, preserve that which is tasty, seek out a life full of zest..."
A harengon is kneeling in front of a river, flattening his sharp teeth with a serrated tool as he uses the surface of the water as a mirror. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He whimpers desperate prayers between each stroke of the file, having already carved off his horns. Blood runs down his jacket from his mouth and the stumps on his head. He is dressed as a Squire of Flavor, a rare uniform since it isn't even required by the Order to wear them. Most simply walk around in plain clothes or armor while they serve their community, but not this bunny. "...and burn away the distasteful..."
He shivers in pain as he wipes the blood off his file using his paw. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He puts on his beret and shakily tries to clean his face in the water. "...and burn away the distasteful."
*Mornin', bro! How are you today?*
Helianth is by the water's edge, deep in thought and silent resentment, the god eater casting a crooked shadow that stretches towards him. The water around it is boiling from the heat of its anger-fueled flames, which crackle in brilliant shades of white, gold, and the faintest bit of blue.
*Finally back! I'm doing okay, not good, not bad.*
He slowly looks up at the massive horror, the anxiety on his face building. He runs his tongue over the exposed nerves of his teeth, tasting the blood and pain over and over and over. Eventually, he speaks, tucking his file into his clothes. "Hello!" He feigns confidence. "Would you happen to be Helianth? You look just like the descriptions I've heard."
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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.
*Mornin', gents! (and others, I don't mean to be discriminatory)*
"Savor that which is rad, preserve that which is tasty, seek out a life full of zest..."
A harengon is kneeling in front of a river, flattening his sharp teeth with a serrated tool as he uses the surface of the water as a mirror. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He whimpers desperate prayers between each stroke of the file, having already carved off his horns. Blood runs down his jacket from his mouth and the stumps on his head. He is dressed as a Squire of Flavor, a rare uniform since it isn't even required by the Order to wear them. Most simply walk around in plain clothes or armor while they serve their community, but not this bunny. "...and burn away the distasteful..."
He shivers in pain as he wipes the blood off his file using his paw. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He puts on his beret and shakily tries to clean his face in the water. "...and burn away the distasteful."
*Mornin', bro! How are you today?*
Helianth is by the water's edge, deep in thought and silent resentment, the god eater casting a crooked shadow that stretches towards him. The water around it is boiling from the heat of its anger-fueled flames, which crackle in brilliant shades of white, gold, and the faintest bit of blue.
*Finally back! I'm doing okay, not good, not bad.*
He slowly looks up at the massive horror, the anxiety on his face building. He runs his tongue over the exposed nerves of his teeth, tasting the blood and pain over and over and over. Eventually, he speaks, tucking his file into his clothes. "Hello!" He feigns confidence. "Would you happen to be Helianth? You look just like the descriptions I've heard."
The divine glutton looks up at him with one of its flower heads, its quiet anger mellowing slightly, as indicated by the boiling of the river around it slowing. "You would be correct, yes- I am Helianth."
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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)
*Finally back! I'm doing okay, not good, not bad.*
He slowly looks up at the massive horror, the anxiety on his face building. He runs his tongue over the exposed nerves of his teeth, tasting the blood and pain over and over and over. Eventually, he speaks, tucking his file into his clothes. "Hello!" He feigns confidence. "Would you happen to be Helianth? You look just like the descriptions I've heard."
The divine glutton looks up at him with one of its flower heads, its quiet anger mellowing slightly, as indicated by the boiling of the river around it slowing. "You would be correct, yes- I am Helianth."
As he opens his mouth to speak again, the sputters out blood and chokes. He closes his mouth, swallows, and wipes his face before trying again. "I am Flavor Squire Gideon Meiso. I've been looking for you for the past couple weeks. Would you be willing to talk? I'm a... big fan." He bows, sweeping off his beret and letting the blood run out of his mouth and from the stumps of his horns.
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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.
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*Helianth has this thought out a scary amount- Saving the Barley King (that’ll be fun, since I’ll get to play them!) allying with the Queen of Ghouls, possibly kidnapping someone close to the Autumn King- this will be simply marvelous*
*Yeah, this is going to be loads of fun. And the best part is, its plan doesn't even end with the Autumn King's death! All I'll say for now is that it's planning a betrayal 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)
"How... old are you? You speak of killing so many.... gods, for lack of a better term. The King, the Inquisitor, these are ancient spirits who have been the target of many assassins and yet have withstood them all. Even if they are defeated, killing one is still a terribly challenging feat. Most of the old ones have all strived against each other for eons and are now bound by so many political chains that they dare not, nor care to attempt to stir up the old turmoil." She smiles, "Perhaps all of us old-timers need to be shaken up again." A shriveled husk of a thing that must be another ghoul sheepishly approaches the Ghoul Queen. It reaches up to Amina with its paper-thin arms and she lets it grasp her pale hand. "Capturing that hostage is much easier said than done... but it just might be the thing to draw the King out."
*is the potential hostage Helianth is referring to supposed to be Julius, or is it another character I was previously unaware of?*
"By next February... Nine hundred and seventy-three years. Nowhere close to the age of primordial beings like them, but old enough where I know much about how 'gods' work. I've put quasi-deities and their celestials to the blade many times before, and from each one I have grown stronger- my title is 'Eater of Gods', after all." It responds. If it had the anatomy required to smile, it would do so as well. "It's about time things were shaken up. This land has been stagnant and unchanging for far too long- never allowed to fully decay- and I believe we ought to change that."
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)
*Yep! Julius is the Harvest Prince, 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)
*I think it is Julius.*
*oh, Helianth is in for a fun interaction then. Julius can be very slippery*
*and in addition, his cloven hooved, humanoid form is, in fact, not his true form*
"That is impressive. You've certainly accomplished many great and terrible things," she says with a smile, "The Autumn King has been a cruel tyrant for many years. He has allowed my children to be hunted and forbade them from satisfying their hunger. My ghouls have been worms wriggling under his boot for far too long. We will aid you, but know that I risk much to ally myself with you. When many others would blot my ghouls out of creation, Augustus has spared them. They are given freedom to hunt most travelers and feast on the graves in his cemetery fields. Not many understand it," she says with a sad sort of smile, "But I know that there is a sentimentality there."
*Interesting... Helianth probably won't account for that in its initial plan. This is going to be fun indeed.*
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 somewhat understand that. Once winter comes and he falls, though, there will be none to stop your children from sating their hunger." It responds, bowing to the queen once more. "You have my sincerest gratitude, your majesty. I shall aid you in turn to my utmost ability."
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)
*and even then, half the challenge might be getting into his secret pumpkin patch, he can travel there practically at will and it’s a gosh darn fortress, for most creatures (besides possibly the King, Helianth and other godlike beings) you basically just can’t even enter unless specifically invited*
"And I you," she does a short bow, "Know that you have legions of the hungry dead at your back should you need them. The ghoul gates will always be open for you. You'll have free passage from any cemetery in this world and in many others. Don't hesitate to knock. If any ghouls seek your harm let them know you have Amina's favor and they will obey your commands as if they were mine."
*DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY: 24 HOURS REMAIN*
*Gooooooood morning, everyone!*
Helianth is in Ghulheim, a collection of maps of the Autumn Country set on a fallen tombstone it uses as a table, planning something. If the cult of the Barley King is as widespread as that fanatic it spoke to said, then it'd be safe to assume they'll be searching for the Barley King everywhere. Perhaps they can distract the cult... or thin their numbers.
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)
*Mornin', gents! (and others, I don't mean to be discriminatory)*
"Savor that which is rad, preserve that which is tasty, seek out a life full of zest..."
A harengon is kneeling in front of a river, flattening his sharp teeth with a serrated tool as he uses the surface of the water as a mirror. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He whimpers desperate prayers between each stroke of the file, having already carved off his horns. Blood runs down his jacket from his mouth and the stumps on his head. He is dressed as a Squire of Flavor, a rare uniform since it isn't even required by the Order to wear them. Most simply walk around in plain clothes or armor while they serve their community, but not this bunny. "...and burn away the distasteful..."
He shivers in pain as he wipes the blood off his file using his paw. "...and burn away the distasteful..." He puts on his beret and shakily tries to clean his face in the water. "...and burn away the distasteful."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Mornin', bro! How are you today?*
Helianth is by the water's edge, deep in thought and silent resentment, the god eater casting a crooked shadow that stretches towards him. The water around it is boiling from the heat of its anger-fueled flames, which crackle in brilliant shades of white, gold, and the faintest bit of blue.
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 me just bring this here. Oh, and can someone share the campaign pm with this account?*
A faint blue and purple light, an azul color, appears in an empty lot somewhere in the Autumn country, sitting on the ground with no source to where it originated, it is simply here now. It appears to be an ember, the beginnings of a flame started and quickly expanding with the sound of crackling and the shattering of glass as it seems to expand and ever grow in size.
Space seems to shift as something materializes in that spot, taking its place and becoming some kind of building, forming from the flame, though it makes it seem like it has always existed, the cloak that covers the building fading along with the flame that allowed it to form in the first place. A sign sits in front of the door, a comforting looking restaurant, perfectly calm with the gentle breeze, the crackling of that flame coming from inside, the sign doesn’t have the name of the place, just the word ‘Enjoy’, the door slightly cracked open, a light coming from inside along with the smell of something, food, delicious smelling. A restaurant has appeared without warning or indication, and at least someone has come along with it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Finally back! I'm doing okay, not good, not bad.*
He slowly looks up at the massive horror, the anxiety on his face building. He runs his tongue over the exposed nerves of his teeth, tasting the blood and pain over and over and over. Eventually, he speaks, tucking his file into his clothes. "Hello!" He feigns confidence. "Would you happen to be Helianth? You look just like the descriptions I've heard."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The divine glutton looks up at him with one of its flower heads, its quiet anger mellowing slightly, as indicated by the boiling of the river around it slowing. "You would be correct, yes- I am Helianth."
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)
As he opens his mouth to speak again, the sputters out blood and chokes. He closes his mouth, swallows, and wipes his face before trying again. "I am Flavor Squire Gideon Meiso. I've been looking for you for the past couple weeks. Would you be willing to talk? I'm a... big fan." He bows, sweeping off his beret and letting the blood run out of his mouth and from the stumps of his horns.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.