*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
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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)
"Makes sense- it's always nice to have multiple plans for if things don't go as expected." It replies, speaking from experience. "You said these were weapons for hunting demigods- I take it you're a frequent hunter of the divine?"
"How about... back where we first met? The hills outside the Keep of Painted Leaves?" It suggests as it hugs him, its remaining wing somewhat curling around them as well.
"Yup. I'm something of a 'balance specialist.' The world runs in cycles, and when those cycles are halted by gods, demons, or anything else, I'm one of the guys they call to fix things. I'm not anyone special, which has got me a lot of grief from my teammates who are gods and devils and stuff themselves, but I think if we don't force the status quo to move along, we can never have a comparison." He begins cleaning his rifle. "I'm kinda hoping I don't succeed at this job immediately. We can't know if your plan is better 'till we see it, right?"
"I would love that. Can you still eat sunlight?" He looks through a notepad. "I want to know what to bring."
"Precisely." It agrees, seeming somewhat satisfied with his answer. "This place has been stagnant for ages- The status quo has overstayed its welcome, I think... but we needn't discuss that. Say, how long have you been a 'balance specialist'?"
"...I don't think so, no. Last I tried, it burned me." It answers, seeming somewhat ashamed of this fact. "On the plus side, I can actually consume physical food now."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I’m absolutely great, and I’d love to roleplay! How art thou?*
*as for characters I have, The Barley king is being pursued by ghouls (it will likely be caught soon, which will be a big plot development for the hunt. It has literally no offensive abilities and like 6 hitpoints, it’s just fast and good at hiding) Julius is watching the hunt go on from the shadows, and my newest character, Mother Moth, is specifically not involved in the hunt for now, but if you want to interact with her you can*
*I am doing great as well!*
*I don't believe I've interacted with Julius before- if it's possible, could I have them?*
*Also, what flavor of Helianth would you like- the undead one capable of coherent thought, or the screaming inferno that has just been re-released into the world?*
*of course! I’d like the undead one (for now) as if Julius encountered the inferno, well, despite being an Archfey, he’d have trouble fighting that thing, and I don’t think it could be reasoned with. He’s not the most offensively powerful creature*
Julius watches from afar as ghouls pour into the Autumn Country, a look of mild disgust on his face. He lounges on the high branches of a great oak tree, the wind whistling around him. Dead and dying shrubs around him come alive with necromantic energy, turning into twig blights. The Harvest Prince surveys the chaos from his perch, slightly on edge. But it’s not like this conflict could put his immortal life in danger, right?
Ghoul-ianth, as I'm calling it until it finds a better name, ambles over and sits in the shade of the grand tree, watching the chaos unfold as well as it quietly thinks to itself. It doesn't immediately notice Julius up in the boughs of the great oak, believing itself to be alone. The stench of decay- the stench of undeath- clings to the flesh-and-metal sunflower, as well as the giant's bones it sprouts from.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
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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)
"Yup. I'm something of a 'balance specialist.' The world runs in cycles, and when those cycles are halted by gods, demons, or anything else, I'm one of the guys they call to fix things. I'm not anyone special, which has got me a lot of grief from my teammates who are gods and devils and stuff themselves, but I think if we don't force the status quo to move along, we can never have a comparison." He begins cleaning his rifle. "I'm kinda hoping I don't succeed at this job immediately. We can't know if your plan is better 'till we see it, right?"
"I would love that. Can you still eat sunlight?" He looks through a notepad. "I want to know what to bring."
"Precisely." It agrees, seeming somewhat satisfied with his answer. "This place has been stagnant for ages- The status quo has overstayed its welcome, I think... but we needn't discuss that. Say, how long have you been a 'balance specialist'?"
"...I don't think so, no. Last I tried, it burned me." It answers, seeming somewhat ashamed of this fact. "On the plus side, I can actually consume physical food now."
"Eh... about 20, 25 years. Started when I was a teen after the chosen one kind of... quit. Like, he just walked away. I gave him so much hope and weaponry and armor, but I guess he wasn't up for it. I was, though, so I took his job." He takes a sip of his coffee. "I like you. I hope we don't blow each other to bits when things get bad. Fair weather friends are hardly friends at all, I'd say."
He seems to grieve at the first bit, then slowly brightens up. "Oh! So that means I can feed you what I cook for all my other loved ones, right?" He flips through his notepad wildly, trying to find something. "How do you feel about basilisk?"
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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.
Julius freezes, watching Ghoul-ianth approach with his amber eyes, his hand subconsciously resting on the sickle at his waist. He waits a few moments, not breathing. And as he doesn’t breathe, the wind stops blowing. Silent as a mouse, floating on gently whistling air, he approaches Ghoul-ianth slowly, making his way down the grand tree and stopping about 20 ft. Above them. His hands, now claws, dig into the bark of the tree as he watches the sunflower monstrosity.
”Hello there.” He says in a hushed manner, his words being carried to Ghoul-ianth by the wind. Foliage around Ghoul-ianth shifts and sprouts new vines and leaves, responding to the voice of the Harvest Prince. He’s tense, ready to flee at any moment if necessary, and his tension is felt in the air.
The god eater turned corpse eater looks back up at him, more curious than anything. In each of its 'flower' heads is a tiny mote of light- dying embers of red and orange and yellow- that almost feel like they're staring right back at the Harvest Prince. "Hello there. The wind... the new growth... you are the Harvest Prince, yes?" It starts, its voice hoarse and faint.
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
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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)
"Yup. I'm something of a 'balance specialist.' The world runs in cycles, and when those cycles are halted by gods, demons, or anything else, I'm one of the guys they call to fix things. I'm not anyone special, which has got me a lot of grief from my teammates who are gods and devils and stuff themselves, but I think if we don't force the status quo to move along, we can never have a comparison." He begins cleaning his rifle. "I'm kinda hoping I don't succeed at this job immediately. We can't know if your plan is better 'till we see it, right?"
"I would love that. Can you still eat sunlight?" He looks through a notepad. "I want to know what to bring."
"Precisely." It agrees, seeming somewhat satisfied with his answer. "This place has been stagnant for ages- The status quo has overstayed its welcome, I think... but we needn't discuss that. Say, how long have you been a 'balance specialist'?"
"...I don't think so, no. Last I tried, it burned me." It answers, seeming somewhat ashamed of this fact. "On the plus side, I can actually consume physical food now."
"Eh... about 20, 25 years. Started when I was a teen after the chosen one kind of... quit. Like, he just walked away. I gave him so much hope and weaponry and armor, but I guess he wasn't up for it. I was, though, so I took his job." He takes a sip of his coffee. "I like you. I hope we don't blow each other to bits when things get bad. Fair weather friends are hardly friends at all, I'd say."
He seems to grieve at the first bit, then slowly brightens up. "Oh! So that means I can feed you what I cook for all my other loved ones, right?" He flips through his notepad wildly, trying to find something. "How do you feel about basilisk?"
"Fascinating... I also hope that we won't have to fight. I honestly hate getting into fights- far too much stress, even when I'm in no real danger. I agree that fair-weather friends aren't really friends to begin with."
"I don't know- I've never tried it... but that just means I'll need to experience it for the first time and see for myself, does it not?" It chuckles a bit to itself.
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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)
*out of curiosity, what creature type is Helianth? I’d assume either celestial or Plant, or currently either plant or undead*
he digs his claws deeper into the tree. Luminescent, spiraling and swirling patterns of light arc across the bark of the tree, healing its wood and bringing it fresh life. The life giving magic spreads to the ground and soil around Ghoul-ianth and the prince, and the foliage grows thick and lively, more alive than ever. Their vines grow and twist and bear thorns- he casts an extended plant growth in a 100 foot radius around him. The light fades as quickly as it appears.
“The Harvest Prince, the Jack O’ Lantern lord, The Baron of Bounty… I have many names… who are you, then?” He shifts slightly, crawling a bit closer.
*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
He frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
He frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
"A duel with an archmage... I made the mistake of letting him strike first for honor's sake... and it went downhill from there." It answers, inching away slightly from the aura of warmth.
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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)
*Hm... I'd like to try M&M since I haven't met her before.*
*Should I intro, or would you like to do it? I don't know if she's location-specific or anything.*
*you can intro! She has a home, but she travels throughout the wilder forests in Autumn Country.*
Cozotz is in the forest, wiping out hordes of ghouls while leaving the trees around them mostly unharmed. He's killed at least a hundred, ricocheting bullets off the hardest parts of their skulls to blast through at least four of them per shot, and with his absurd fire rate and accuracy...
He's even caved in a Ghoul Gate with explosive rounds.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
He frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
"A duel with an archmage... I made the mistake of letting him strike first for honor's sake... and it went downhill from there." It answers, inching away slightly from the aura of warmth.
He nods. “thats a sure way to get yourself killed… have you taken your vengeance on this Archmage yet?”
*Hm... I'd like to try M&M since I haven't met her before.*
*Should I intro, or would you like to do it? I don't know if she's location-specific or anything.*
*you can intro! She has a home, but she travels throughout the wilder forests in Autumn Country.*
Cozotz is in the forest, wiping out hordes of ghouls while leaving the trees around them mostly unharmed. He's killed at least a hundred, ricocheting bullets off the hardest parts of their skulls to blast through at least four of them per shot, and with his absurd fire rate and accuracy...
He's even caved in a Ghoul Gate with explosive rounds.
Something follows him from the trees, always at least a hundred feet away. Fast, graceful, and with no discernible silhouette, it stays away from the chaos, up in the canopy. On occasion, Cozotz notices the figure snatch up a dead or dying ghoul, bringing them to the trees, where their body disappears.
there is an unusually large population of spiders in the forest, unearthed from their hiding spots and webs in the chaos of the ghoul hordes.
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
He frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
"A duel with an archmage... I made the mistake of letting him strike first for honor's sake... and it went downhill from there." It answers, inching away slightly from the aura of warmth.
He nods. “thats a sure way to get yourself killed… have you taken your vengeance on this Archmage yet?”
"...No, and I don't plan on seeking out any revenge against him for a long while. I have other matters to attend to."
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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)
"Eh... about 20, 25 years. Started when I was a teen after the chosen one kind of... quit. Like, he just walked away. I gave him so much hope and weaponry and armor, but I guess he wasn't up for it. I was, though, so I took his job." He takes a sip of his coffee. "I like you. I hope we don't blow each other to bits when things get bad. Fair weather friends are hardly friends at all, I'd say."
He seems to grieve at the first bit, then slowly brightens up. "Oh! So that means I can feed you what I cook for all my other loved ones, right?" He flips through his notepad wildly, trying to find something. "How do you feel about basilisk?"
"Fascinating... I also hope that we won't have to fight. I honestly hate getting into fights- far too much stress, even when I'm in no real danger. I agree that fair-weather friends aren't really friends to begin with."
"I don't know- I've never tried it... but that just means I'll need to experience it for the first time and see for myself, does it not?" It chuckles a bit to itself.
"My file on you depicts you as a monster. I'm going to have to completely rework my schedule around this." He looks through a mini sketchbook. "Hey, I can have dinner and sleep tomorrow! Nice. You've made my week."
"I'd love to help you learn all the things there are to experience in the world of cuisine!" He does a little happy dance.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
He frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
"A duel with an archmage... I made the mistake of letting him strike first for honor's sake... and it went downhill from there." It answers, inching away slightly from the aura of warmth.
He nods. “thats a sure way to get yourself killed… have you taken your vengeance on this Archmage yet?”
"...No, and I don't plan on seeking out any revenge against him for a long while. I have other matters to attend to."
“Such as?…” he mutters in a hushed voice. The heat emanating from the prince only gets more intense. His eyes are clearly glowing now, flickering like flame.
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*Normally, it's an Aberration- though at the moment, the Undead type takes priority.*
The carcass of the Elder Evil hesitates for a moment before it answers, as though not entirely sure. "...I am- er, was- Helianth, the Divine Glutton, Crooked Scourge of the Stars... my titles aren't nearly as flattering." It chuckles a bit to itself.
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)
"Precisely." It agrees, seeming somewhat satisfied with his answer. "This place has been stagnant for ages- The status quo has overstayed its welcome, I think... but we needn't discuss that. Say, how long have you been a 'balance specialist'?"
"...I don't think so, no. Last I tried, it burned me." It answers, seeming somewhat ashamed of this fact. "On the plus side, I can actually consume physical food now."
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)
*ah, I see, makes sense!*
”I’ve heard of you… from the wind. Just whispers… something of the hunt for the Barley king. You-… Nevermind… was, you said?… what has happened to you?…”
It is silent for a while. "...I perished before I could complete my goal. My ally thought it fitting to grant me a second chance... though I lost much of my original strength in the process."
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)
"Eh... about 20, 25 years. Started when I was a teen after the chosen one kind of... quit. Like, he just walked away. I gave him so much hope and weaponry and armor, but I guess he wasn't up for it. I was, though, so I took his job." He takes a sip of his coffee. "I like you. I hope we don't blow each other to bits when things get bad. Fair weather friends are hardly friends at all, I'd say."
He seems to grieve at the first bit, then slowly brightens up. "Oh! So that means I can feed you what I cook for all my other loved ones, right?" He flips through his notepad wildly, trying to find something. "How do you feel about basilisk?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He pauses, thinking. “The Queen of Ghouls?…”
*Hey Arch, wanna RP with Cozotz?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sure! Who do you want? I have Julius and Mother Moth*
*Hm... I'd like to try M&M since I haven't met her before.*
*Should I intro, or would you like to do it? I don't know if she's location-specific or anything.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you can intro! She has a home, but she travels throughout the wilder forests in Autumn Country.*
With the greatest reluctance, it answers. "...Yes."
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)
"Fascinating... I also hope that we won't have to fight. I honestly hate getting into fights- far too much stress, even when I'm in no real danger. I agree that fair-weather friends aren't really friends to begin with."
"I don't know- I've never tried it... but that just means I'll need to experience it for the first time and see for myself, does it not?" It chuckles a bit to itself.
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 frowns. ”and… what killed you?” He asks, climbing a bit closer down. He seems to radiate warmth… like a flame on a cold night. His eyes almost seem to glow like candles, reminiscent of the Autumn King’s gaze.
"A duel with an archmage... I made the mistake of letting him strike first for honor's sake... and it went downhill from there." It answers, inching away slightly from the aura of warmth.
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)
Cozotz is in the forest, wiping out hordes of ghouls while leaving the trees around them mostly unharmed. He's killed at least a hundred, ricocheting bullets off the hardest parts of their skulls to blast through at least four of them per shot, and with his absurd fire rate and accuracy...
He's even caved in a Ghoul Gate with explosive rounds.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. “thats a sure way to get yourself killed… have you taken your vengeance on this Archmage yet?”
Something follows him from the trees, always at least a hundred feet away. Fast, graceful, and with no discernible silhouette, it stays away from the chaos, up in the canopy. On occasion, Cozotz notices the figure snatch up a dead or dying ghoul, bringing them to the trees, where their body disappears.
there is an unusually large population of spiders in the forest, unearthed from their hiding spots and webs in the chaos of the ghoul hordes.
"...No, and I don't plan on seeking out any revenge against him for a long while. I have other matters to attend to."
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 file on you depicts you as a monster. I'm going to have to completely rework my schedule around this." He looks through a mini sketchbook. "Hey, I can have dinner and sleep tomorrow! Nice. You've made my week."
"I'd love to help you learn all the things there are to experience in the world of cuisine!" He does a little happy dance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Such as?…” he mutters in a hushed voice. The heat emanating from the prince only gets more intense. His eyes are clearly glowing now, flickering like flame.