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.
Once the forest has gone silent, the strugel sits down and begins to prepare a lunch for what looks like three people, despite the fact that he's the only one there to his knowledge.
He lets the spiders walk over him while he works, careful not to crush any with his movements. He is slow and calm when not fighting. He has a gentle smile on his little snoot.
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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.
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.
Once the forest has gone silent, the strugel sits down and begins to prepare a lunch for what looks like three people, despite the fact that he's the only one there to his knowledge.
He lets the spiders walk over him while he works, careful not to crush any with his movements. He is slow and calm when not fighting. He has a gentle smile on his little snoot.
The figure appears nearby, only about 30 ft. Away. She’s in the dark, but she seems to be wrapped in several layers of clothing. She’s short, though only by human standards. She keeps herself hidden in the shadow, but observes Cozotz carefully from behind a tree.
”my children are fond of you. The spiders.” She says in a gentle, slightly raspy voice.
"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.
"I'm glad you're happy- I enjoyed our conversation. Again, thank you for not immediately trying to kill me." It replies, seeming relieved- this went better than it could have expected. When he handed it the rifle, it could have just tried to kill him then and there- it's glad it didn't.
"And I'd love to help you prepare it all." It happily responds, truly overjoyed to see him again.
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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)
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.
"...Well, I would elaborate further, but something tells me you already know what those other matters are." It answers. It doesn't back away this time, looking right at him.
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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)
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.
"...Well, I would elaborate further, but something tells me you already know what those other matters are." It answers. It doesn't back away this time, looking right at him.
”I have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
Once the forest has gone silent, the strugel sits down and begins to prepare a lunch for what looks like three people, despite the fact that he's the only one there to his knowledge.
He lets the spiders walk over him while he works, careful not to crush any with his movements. He is slow and calm when not fighting. He has a gentle smile on his little snoot.
The figure appears nearby, only about 30 ft. Away. She’s in the dark, but she seems to be wrapped in several layers of clothing. She’s short, though only by human standards. She keeps herself hidden in the shadow, but observes Cozotz carefully from behind a tree.
”my children are fond of you. The spiders.” She says in a gentle, slightly raspy voice.
He looks up at her. "I'm glad. I'm rather fond of spiders too. They remind me of myself, a bit. They wait for the perfect moment, set their traps, admire their targets for days at a time. They'll hold a life in their metaphorical hands for as long as they want. They're such gentle, soft things, with potent enough venom, sharp enough fangs to kill something objectively 'stronger' than they are." He sets out a plate for her, delicately arranging meat, eggs, butter, bread, potatoes, crickets, and other vittles so that nothing is touching. "Rest a spell, please. What would you like to drink?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He 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.
"...Well, I would elaborate further, but something tells me you already know what those other matters are." It answers. It doesn't back away this time, looking right at him.
”I have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
"I know that, should the Barley King's death be delayed long enough, the seasons will turn again. I know that there are currently ghouls swarming every forest and hill in the Autumn Country looking for them as we speak. I know they greatly outnumber the cult of the Barley King. And I know that if you were to kill me here and now, that you wouldn't get any more of the answers you're seeking."
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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)
Once the forest has gone silent, the strugel sits down and begins to prepare a lunch for what looks like three people, despite the fact that he's the only one there to his knowledge.
He lets the spiders walk over him while he works, careful not to crush any with his movements. He is slow and calm when not fighting. He has a gentle smile on his little snoot.
The figure appears nearby, only about 30 ft. Away. She’s in the dark, but she seems to be wrapped in several layers of clothing. She’s short, though only by human standards. She keeps herself hidden in the shadow, but observes Cozotz carefully from behind a tree.
”my children are fond of you. The spiders.” She says in a gentle, slightly raspy voice.
He looks up at her. "I'm glad. I'm rather fond of spiders too. They remind me of myself, a bit. They wait for the perfect moment, set their traps, admire their targets for days at a time. They'll hold a life in their metaphorical hands for as long as they want. They're such gentle, soft things, with potent enough venom, sharp enough fangs to kill something objectively 'stronger' than they are." He sets out a plate for her, delicately arranging meat, eggs, butter, bread, potatoes, crickets, and other vittles so that nothing is touching. "Rest a spell, please. What would you like to drink?"
“Water is fine.” She responds, slinking out of the shadows towards him. She has deathly pale skin, and though she wears several layers of silken robes and thick fabrics, she is clearly skeletally thin. With long, graying hair and a face wrinkled with age, she seems as if she could be in her late sixties or early seventies. If she’s human. Around her neck is a necklace, strung with three gold rings. Engagement rings.
”you are very kind…” she sits a bit away from him, cautiously taking the plate. She only eats the meat, the eggs, and the crickets.
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.
"...Well, I would elaborate further, but something tells me you already know what those other matters are." It answers. It doesn't back away this time, looking right at him.
”I have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
"I know that, should the Barley King's death be delayed long enough, the seasons will turn again. I know that there are currently ghouls swarming every forest and hill in the Autumn Country looking for them as we speak. I know they greatly outnumber the cult of the Barley King. And I know that if you were to kill me here and now, that you wouldn't get any more of the answers you're seeking."
He sighs, retreating a few inches up the tree. “Why? Why do you seek to… prevent the sacrifice of the lamb god? What do you seek to gain from it?…”
"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.
"I'm glad you're happy- I enjoyed our conversation. Again, thank you for not immediately trying to kill me." It replies, seeming relieved- this went better than it could have expected. When he handed it the rifle, it could have just tried to kill him then and there- it's glad it didn't.
"And I'd love to help you prepare it all." It happily responds, truly overjoyed to see him again.
*Good place to end for both?*
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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 have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
"I know that, should the Barley King's death be delayed long enough, the seasons will turn again. I know that there are currently ghouls swarming every forest and hill in the Autumn Country looking for them as we speak. I know they greatly outnumber the cult of the Barley King. And I know that if you were to kill me here and now, that you wouldn't get any more of the answers you're seeking."
He sighs, retreating a few inches up the tree. “Why? Why do you seek to… prevent the sacrifice of the lamb god? What do you seek to gain from it?…”
"I, personally, wouldn't gain anything from it. Rather, I seek to bring change- allow for new life to grow here. This land reeks of an eternal decay- nothing can rot forever."
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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.
"I'm glad you're happy- I enjoyed our conversation. Again, thank you for not immediately trying to kill me." It replies, seeming relieved- this went better than it could have expected. When he handed it the rifle, it could have just tried to kill him then and there- it's glad it didn't.
"And I'd love to help you prepare it all." It happily responds, truly overjoyed to see him again.
*Good place to end for both?*
*Yeah, I'd say those are good places to end.*
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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)
He looks up at her. "I'm glad. I'm rather fond of spiders too. They remind me of myself, a bit. They wait for the perfect moment, set their traps, admire their targets for days at a time. They'll hold a life in their metaphorical hands for as long as they want. They're such gentle, soft things, with potent enough venom, sharp enough fangs to kill something objectively 'stronger' than they are." He sets out a plate for her, delicately arranging meat, eggs, butter, bread, potatoes, crickets, and other vittles so that nothing is touching. "Rest a spell, please. What would you like to drink?"
“Water is fine.” She responds, slinking out of the shadows towards him. She has deathly pale skin, and though she wears several layers of silken robes and thick fabrics, she is clearly skeletally thin. With long, graying hair and a face wrinkled with age, she seems as if she could be in her late sixties or early seventies. If she’s human. Around her neck is a necklace, strung with three gold rings. Engagement rings.
”you are very kind…” she sits a bit away from him, cautiously taking the plate. She only eats the meat, the eggs, and the crickets.
They're good ingredients, but not prepared as expertly as they could have been. Gourmet rations. Only last for a week or so, so he can't be that far from where he restocks. However, the crickets are fresh and prepared better than the other items. He's not eating any himself, so it's likely he captured them for her.
"Carnivorous?" He pours her a glass of filtered water from a can, leaving it between them so she can reach for it without getting too close to him. "That's good to know. I like to talk over food. Makes me feel more comfortable. Direct violence and eating shouldn't mix, and most creatures understand that instinctively. This way, the brain gets out of the 'I need to kill' state. It even works on people. I go out to eat after each contract so I can chill out."
He gets a can of coffee for himself. "It's nice to meet you in person."
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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 have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
"I know that, should the Barley King's death be delayed long enough, the seasons will turn again. I know that there are currently ghouls swarming every forest and hill in the Autumn Country looking for them as we speak. I know they greatly outnumber the cult of the Barley King. And I know that if you were to kill me here and now, that you wouldn't get any more of the answers you're seeking."
He sighs, retreating a few inches up the tree. “Why? Why do you seek to… prevent the sacrifice of the lamb god? What do you seek to gain from it?…”
"I, personally, wouldn't gain anything from it. Rather, I seek to bring change- allow for new life to grow here. This land reeks of an eternal decay- nothing can rot forever."
Julius seems almost… offended. ”this land… it is full of life. It is full of death as well, but that is simply the nature of Autumn… we are in an eternal state of harvest, an everlasting season of plenty and prosperity… yes, the land rots, but only because decay is part of life.”
*I've decided that I'm going to make another character for the Autumn Country- the only characters I have at the moment are permutations of Helianth. I have two ideas, but I can't really decide between the two- so, which one do y'all think will be more fun to bring here?
A follower of Mother Moth who uses silk to create all manner of things that are cozy, comfy and warm...
...or a groundskeeper who tirelessly works on maintaining the gardens of the Keep of Painted Leaves?*
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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)
He looks up at her. "I'm glad. I'm rather fond of spiders too. They remind me of myself, a bit. They wait for the perfect moment, set their traps, admire their targets for days at a time. They'll hold a life in their metaphorical hands for as long as they want. They're such gentle, soft things, with potent enough venom, sharp enough fangs to kill something objectively 'stronger' than they are." He sets out a plate for her, delicately arranging meat, eggs, butter, bread, potatoes, crickets, and other vittles so that nothing is touching. "Rest a spell, please. What would you like to drink?"
“Water is fine.” She responds, slinking out of the shadows towards him. She has deathly pale skin, and though she wears several layers of silken robes and thick fabrics, she is clearly skeletally thin. With long, graying hair and a face wrinkled with age, she seems as if she could be in her late sixties or early seventies. If she’s human. Around her neck is a necklace, strung with three gold rings. Engagement rings.
”you are very kind…” she sits a bit away from him, cautiously taking the plate. She only eats the meat, the eggs, and the crickets.
They're good ingredients, but not prepared as expertly as they could have been. Gourmet rations. Only last for a week or so, so he can't be that far from where he restocks. However, the crickets are fresh and prepared better than the other items. He's not eating any himself, so it's likely he captured them for her.
"Carnivorous?" He pours her a glass of filtered water from a can, leaving it between them so she can reach for it without getting too close to him. "That's good to know. I like to talk over food. Makes me feel more comfortable. Direct violence and eating shouldn't mix, and most creatures understand that instinctively. This way, the brain gets out of the 'I need to kill' state. It even works on people. I go out to eat after each contract so I can chill out."
He gets a can of coffee for himself. "It's nice to meet you in person."
“Yes, I am a carnivore-… this time of year, anyways. I haven’t eaten in weeks…” she takes the glass of water, sipping it. “It is nice to meet you as well…” she smiles slightly. “You are an assassin or mercenary of some sort?…”
several spiders in the area flock towards her, crawling up her arms and neck. She doesn’t seem to mind, or even particularly notice.
*I've decided that I'm going to make another character for the Autumn Country- the only characters I have at the moment are permutations of Helianth. I have two ideas, but I can't really decide between the two- so, which one do y'all think will be more fun to bring here?
A follower of Mother Moth who uses silk to create all manner of things that are cozy, comfy and warm...
...or a groundskeeper who tirelessly works on maintaining the gardens of the Keep of Painted Leaves?*
*I love both of those ideas! I’m particularly fond of the idea for a follower of Mother Moth, since, of course, she’s my character. I can provide you with more information about her if you wish.*
<Finally finished with character development! Definitely not going to play as the Hunter itself, because it'd literally be like the Gun ***** from Chainsaw Man, except with magical weapons.>
The followers of the Hunter have come to town, after hearing of the Autumn Country. Its essence tickled the Soul's folly, as the people there sounded interesting, while the Body thought it would provide a great challenge, and the Hands knew it would be a good place to work on necromantic spells. As for the Eye... his reasoning remains unknown, as he flies above the fields of grain.
*I've decided that I'm going to make another character for the Autumn Country- the only characters I have at the moment are permutations of Helianth. I have two ideas, but I can't really decide between the two- so, which one do y'all think will be more fun to bring here?
A follower of Mother Moth who uses silk to create all manner of things that are cozy, comfy and warm...
...or a groundskeeper who tirelessly works on maintaining the gardens of the Keep of Painted Leaves?*
*I love both of those ideas! I’m particularly fond of the idea for a follower of Mother Moth, since, of course, she’s my character. I can provide you with more information about her if you wish.*
*Thanks, I'm glad you like them! I'd love to know more about Mother Moth for if I go with bringing one of her followers here- keep it as true and respectful to the source material as I can.*
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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 finished with character development! Definitely not going to play as the Hunter itself, because it'd literally be like the Gun ***** from Chainsaw Man, except with magical weapons.>
The followers of the Hunter have come to town, after hearing of the Autumn Country. Its essence tickled the Soul's folly, as the people there sounded interesting, while the Body thought it would provide a great challenge, and the Hands knew it would be a good place to work on necromantic spells. As for the Eye... his reasoning remains unknown, as he flies above the fields of grain.
The eye, flying above great fields of wheat and Barley, comes across a person. With tanned, freckled skin, reddish brown hair, bright, candlelight amber eyes, sharp teeth, and a crown made of woven wheat, the prince of the Harvest dances with a scarecrow, animated with harvest magic. The Prince waltzes through the field on cloven hooves, his mantle of decaying autumn leaves flowing in the wind. He wears fine, expensive clothes and a wealth of amber jewelry, and the wind swirls around him, carrying him through the country with Grace.
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Once the forest has gone silent, the strugel sits down and begins to prepare a lunch for what looks like three people, despite the fact that he's the only one there to his knowledge.
He lets the spiders walk over him while he works, careful not to crush any with his movements. He is slow and calm when not fighting. He has a gentle smile on his little snoot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure appears nearby, only about 30 ft. Away. She’s in the dark, but she seems to be wrapped in several layers of clothing. She’s short, though only by human standards. She keeps herself hidden in the shadow, but observes Cozotz carefully from behind a tree.
”my children are fond of you. The spiders.” She says in a gentle, slightly raspy voice.
"I'm glad you're happy- I enjoyed our conversation. Again, thank you for not immediately trying to kill me." It replies, seeming relieved- this went better than it could have expected. When he handed it the rifle, it could have just tried to kill him then and there- it's glad it didn't.
"And I'd love to help you prepare it all." It happily responds, truly overjoyed to see him again.
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)
"...Well, I would elaborate further, but something tells me you already know what those other matters are." It answers. It doesn't back away this time, looking right at him.
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 have my suspicions… the wind, the Autumn breeze is my messenger and it has told me of your recent… encounter with cultists of the Barley King. Tell me, what do you know about the Barley king’s sacrifice?” He hisses. there… seems to be a flame in his mouth as well. As if he were about to spout a flame from his jaws, like a dragon of legend.
He looks up at her. "I'm glad. I'm rather fond of spiders too. They remind me of myself, a bit. They wait for the perfect moment, set their traps, admire their targets for days at a time. They'll hold a life in their metaphorical hands for as long as they want. They're such gentle, soft things, with potent enough venom, sharp enough fangs to kill something objectively 'stronger' than they are." He sets out a plate for her, delicately arranging meat, eggs, butter, bread, potatoes, crickets, and other vittles so that nothing is touching. "Rest a spell, please. What would you like to drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I know that, should the Barley King's death be delayed long enough, the seasons will turn again. I know that there are currently ghouls swarming every forest and hill in the Autumn Country looking for them as we speak. I know they greatly outnumber the cult of the Barley King. And I know that if you were to kill me here and now, that you wouldn't get any more of the answers you're seeking."
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)
“Water is fine.” She responds, slinking out of the shadows towards him. She has deathly pale skin, and though she wears several layers of silken robes and thick fabrics, she is clearly skeletally thin. With long, graying hair and a face wrinkled with age, she seems as if she could be in her late sixties or early seventies. If she’s human. Around her neck is a necklace, strung with three gold rings. Engagement rings.
”you are very kind…” she sits a bit away from him, cautiously taking the plate. She only eats the meat, the eggs, and the crickets.
He sighs, retreating a few inches up the tree. “Why? Why do you seek to… prevent the sacrifice of the lamb god? What do you seek to gain from it?…”
*Good place to end for both?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I, personally, wouldn't gain anything from it. Rather, I seek to bring change- allow for new life to grow here. This land reeks of an eternal decay- nothing can rot forever."
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)
*Yeah, I'd say those are good places to end.*
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)
They're good ingredients, but not prepared as expertly as they could have been. Gourmet rations. Only last for a week or so, so he can't be that far from where he restocks. However, the crickets are fresh and prepared better than the other items. He's not eating any himself, so it's likely he captured them for her.
"Carnivorous?" He pours her a glass of filtered water from a can, leaving it between them so she can reach for it without getting too close to him. "That's good to know. I like to talk over food. Makes me feel more comfortable. Direct violence and eating shouldn't mix, and most creatures understand that instinctively. This way, the brain gets out of the 'I need to kill' state. It even works on people. I go out to eat after each contract so I can chill out."
He gets a can of coffee for himself. "It's nice to meet you in person."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Julius seems almost… offended. ”this land… it is full of life. It is full of death as well, but that is simply the nature of Autumn… we are in an eternal state of harvest, an everlasting season of plenty and prosperity… yes, the land rots, but only because decay is part of life.”
*I've decided that I'm going to make another character for the Autumn Country- the only characters I have at the moment are permutations of Helianth. I have two ideas, but I can't really decide between the two- so, which one do y'all think will be more fun to bring here?
A follower of Mother Moth who uses silk to create all manner of things that are cozy, comfy and warm...
...or a groundskeeper who tirelessly works on maintaining the gardens of the Keep of Painted Leaves?*
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)
“Yes, I am a carnivore-… this time of year, anyways. I haven’t eaten in weeks…” she takes the glass of water, sipping it. “It is nice to meet you as well…” she smiles slightly. “You are an assassin or mercenary of some sort?…”
several spiders in the area flock towards her, crawling up her arms and neck. She doesn’t seem to mind, or even particularly notice.
*I love both of those ideas! I’m particularly fond of the idea for a follower of Mother Moth, since, of course, she’s my character. I can provide you with more information about her if you wish.*
<Finally finished with character development! Definitely not going to play as the Hunter itself, because it'd literally be like the Gun ***** from Chainsaw Man, except with magical weapons.>
The followers of the Hunter have come to town, after hearing of the Autumn Country. Its essence tickled the Soul's folly, as the people there sounded interesting, while the Body thought it would provide a great challenge, and the Hands knew it would be a good place to work on necromantic spells. As for the Eye... his reasoning remains unknown, as he flies above the fields of grain.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*Thanks, I'm glad you like them! I'd love to know more about Mother Moth for if I go with bringing one of her followers here- keep it as true and respectful to the source material as I can.*
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 eye, flying above great fields of wheat and Barley, comes across a person. With tanned, freckled skin, reddish brown hair, bright, candlelight amber eyes, sharp teeth, and a crown made of woven wheat, the prince of the Harvest dances with a scarecrow, animated with harvest magic. The Prince waltzes through the field on cloven hooves, his mantle of decaying autumn leaves flowing in the wind. He wears fine, expensive clothes and a wealth of amber jewelry, and the wind swirls around him, carrying him through the country with Grace.