"Ha. I cannot. My body is buried under thousands of tons of earth and sealed away. I am here only in spirit. I wish I could join in, though. You make wanton destruction so exciting, even if you lack refinement."
The Body blasts the hunter away, leaving him dazed but alive. "You are buried, you say? How did this come to be?"
"I am a healer. One of the best in the universe. I feed on the ailments of others, even the wounds, curses, and sicknesses of the earth itself. In a world of entropy and rot and cruelty, I proved too valuable to let loose. Too valuable to use. I starved to death, locked beneath Ghulheim, which in turn was locked beneath the Autumn Country. I made some art while I was down there using my own blood, but I ran out after a couple days."The spirit sighs. "I need a medium to channel me for any of my work to get done, and these ghouls are too weak and ravenous to survive it."
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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.
"Ha. I cannot. My body is buried under thousands of tons of earth and sealed away. I am here only in spirit. I wish I could join in, though. You make wanton destruction so exciting, even if you lack refinement."
The Body blasts the hunter away, leaving him dazed but alive. "You are buried, you say? How did this come to be?"
"I am a healer. One of the best in the universe. I feed on the ailments of others, even the wounds, curses, and sicknesses of the earth itself. In a world of entropy and rot and cruelty, I proved too valuable to let loose. Too valuable to use. I starved to death, locked beneath Ghulheim, which in turn was locked beneath the Autumn Country. I made some art while I was down there using my own blood, but I ran out after a couple days."The spirit sighs. "I need a medium to channel me for any of my work to get done, and these ghouls are too weak and ravenous to survive it."
"I would offer to help, seeing as my body would be more than enough, but I have nothing to gain from it. I already suffer no sickness, feel no wounds, have no curses, and I am already represented by a being of divine power. And I imagine there is some sort of issue that comes with working as your medium. Possession, maybe?" he crushes a group of ghouls with a single strike. "Though I see what you mean about these ghouls being weak..."
"Nothing in particular. The ghoul I was possessing fled this direction. Smelled some faint inkling of flesh. I'm under the impression that if it assured itself that if it regenerated fast enough, it would be able to survive the damage it did to itself with the innumerable diseases the wretched fool attempted to consume." (This was originally a mistake, but I actually think this green suits him better.) There is a faint stirring of leaves as the thing moves to sit beside her. "You are very good at that." He comments, likely referring to the scarf.
"Thank you- I have a very good teacher." She responds, smiling a bit. Her canine teeth seem a touch sharper than they should be- not quite like a vampire's fangs, but about halfway there. "So can you not control that which you possess... or was that one just ignoring your guidance?"
"It was an ignorant wretch, as you suggest. Poor thing never learned to use a fork. Or, more likely, it never learned to care." The demon moves around her. "So the Moth Mother finally arrived. Your needlework is almost as good as hers. She owes me a sweater... not that I could wear it anymore." The spirit moves through the spiderwebs, not damaging them but disturbing them slightly, like a gentle breeze. "Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. My name is CRAVEBOIL, and it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Again, thank you- I try to follow her technique as best I can... within mortal limits, that is." She replies, her eyes following Craveboil as it wanders around her. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Craveboil. I am Adeline."
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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)
"It was an ignorant wretch, as you suggest. Poor thing never learned to use a fork. Or, more likely, it never learned to care." The demon moves around her. "So the Moth Mother finally arrived. Your needlework is almost as good as hers. She owes me a sweater... not that I could wear it anymore." The spirit moves through the spiderwebs, not damaging them but disturbing them slightly, like a gentle breeze. "Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. My name is CRAVEBOIL, and it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Again, thank you- I try to follow her technique as best I can... within mortal limits, that is." She replies, her eyes following Craveboil as it wanders around her. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Craveboil. I am Adeline."
Silence for a second. Then, humming. Suddenly, the voice shouts. "Noble! That's what it means." Faint movements can be felt in the air, possibly wild gesturing. "I had this big book of name meanings once, and I used to memorize it page by page. It's been a while since I've met an Adeline." CRAVEBOIL starts humming again. "I think... she was an elf... who had a sleeping sickness. Sounds impossible, but I remember it was a strange case."
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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 am a healer. One of the best in the universe. I feed on the ailments of others, even the wounds, curses, and sicknesses of the earth itself. In a world of entropy and rot and cruelty, I proved too valuable to let loose. Too valuable to use. I starved to death, locked beneath Ghulheim, which in turn was locked beneath the Autumn Country. I made some art while I was down there using my own blood, but I ran out after a couple days."The spirit sighs. "I need a medium to channel me for any of my work to get done, and these ghouls are too weak and ravenous to survive it."
"I would offer to help, seeing as my body would be more than enough, but I have nothing to gain from it. I already suffer no sickness, feel no wounds, have no curses, and I am already represented by a being of divine power. And I imagine there is some sort of issue that comes with working as your medium. Possession, maybe?" he crushes a group of ghouls with a single strike. "Though I see what you mean about these ghouls being weak..."
The pooling blood stirs, evidence of the demon's movements. "Heh, I wouldn't accept you anyway. You'd get blood all over my nice things. I prefer much more... finessed approaches anyway. You have too much raw power to make that meaningful. A fencer gains no benefit from having 200 pounds of muscle. Durability is the issue I find. Taking on the suffering of others takes a toll on the body."
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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 am a healer. One of the best in the universe. I feed on the ailments of others, even the wounds, curses, and sicknesses of the earth itself. In a world of entropy and rot and cruelty, I proved too valuable to let loose. Too valuable to use. I starved to death, locked beneath Ghulheim, which in turn was locked beneath the Autumn Country. I made some art while I was down there using my own blood, but I ran out after a couple days."The spirit sighs. "I need a medium to channel me for any of my work to get done, and these ghouls are too weak and ravenous to survive it."
"I would offer to help, seeing as my body would be more than enough, but I have nothing to gain from it. I already suffer no sickness, feel no wounds, have no curses, and I am already represented by a being of divine power. And I imagine there is some sort of issue that comes with working as your medium. Possession, maybe?" he crushes a group of ghouls with a single strike. "Though I see what you mean about these ghouls being weak..."
The pooling blood stirs, evidence of the demon's movements. "Heh, I wouldn't accept you anyway. You'd get blood all over my nice things. I prefer much more... finessed approaches anyway. You have too much raw power to make that meaningful. A fencer gains no benefit from having 200 pounds of muscle. Durability is the issue I find. Taking on the suffering of others takes a toll on the body."
"Ah, but that fencer can supplement his technique with it, can he not? And besides, I was not built for finesse. I was built for durability. If you want finesse, my brother, the Eye, specializes in such."
The pooling blood stirs, evidence of the demon's movements. "Heh, I wouldn't accept you anyway. You'd get blood all over my nice things. I prefer much more... finessed approaches anyway. You have too much raw power to make that meaningful. A fencer gains no benefit from having 200 pounds of muscle. Durability is the issue I find. Taking on the suffering of others takes a toll on the body."
"Ah, but that fencer can supplement his technique with it, can he not? And besides, I was not built for finesse. I was built for durability. If you want finesse, my brother, the Eye, specializes in such."
"I don't believe I could take either of you, regardless. You said you were already claimed by a god? Heh. I assume the Eye is the same, given his name."The spirit's speech slows and drawls, as though losing interest or focus.
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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.
"It was an ignorant wretch, as you suggest. Poor thing never learned to use a fork. Or, more likely, it never learned to care." The demon moves around her. "So the Moth Mother finally arrived. Your needlework is almost as good as hers. She owes me a sweater... not that I could wear it anymore." The spirit moves through the spiderwebs, not damaging them but disturbing them slightly, like a gentle breeze. "Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. My name is CRAVEBOIL, and it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Again, thank you- I try to follow her technique as best I can... within mortal limits, that is." She replies, her eyes following Craveboil as it wanders around her. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Craveboil. I am Adeline."
Silence for a second. Then, humming. Suddenly, the voice shouts. "Noble! That's what it means." Faint movements can be felt in the air, possibly wild gesturing. "I had this big book of name meanings once, and I used to memorize it page by page. It's been a while since I've met an Adeline." CRAVEBOIL starts humming again. "I think... she was an elf... who had a sleeping sickness. Sounds impossible, but I remember it was a strange case."
*apologies for the delay*
"That sounds like an interesting book- I might look into finding one like it." Adeline seems very curious about the invisible being pacing around her. "I don't believe I've met anyone by the name of Craveboil until now. Do you know what that name means?"
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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)
Silence for a second. Then, humming. Suddenly, the voice shouts. "Noble! That's what it means." Faint movements can be felt in the air, possibly wild gesturing. "I had this big book of name meanings once, and I used to memorize it page by page. It's been a while since I've met an Adeline." CRAVEBOIL starts humming again. "I think... she was an elf... who had a sleeping sickness. Sounds impossible, but I remember it was a strange case."
*apologies for the delay*
"That sounds like an interesting book- I might look into finding one like it." Adeline seems very curious about the invisible being pacing around her. "I don't believe I've met anyone by the name of Craveboil until now. Do you know what that name means?"
*It's all good. Next time try saying "Thank you for your patience." Conveys the same thing, but with more confidence.*
The entity stops moving right in front of her. "It's the direct translation of my original name, Kokuniru. It sounds better in common, I think." A sound, most easily compared to a yawn, echoes out from above her head, about 5ft forward. "I'm starving. That ghoul didn't even give me time to digest before it killed itself like that."
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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.
Silence for a second. Then, humming. Suddenly, the voice shouts. "Noble! That's what it means." Faint movements can be felt in the air, possibly wild gesturing. "I had this big book of name meanings once, and I used to memorize it page by page. It's been a while since I've met an Adeline." CRAVEBOIL starts humming again. "I think... she was an elf... who had a sleeping sickness. Sounds impossible, but I remember it was a strange case."
*apologies for the delay*
"That sounds like an interesting book- I might look into finding one like it." Adeline seems very curious about the invisible being pacing around her. "I don't believe I've met anyone by the name of Craveboil until now. Do you know what that name means?"
*It's all good. Next time try saying "Thank you for your patience." Conveys the same thing, but with more confidence.*
The entity stops moving right in front of her. "It's the direct translation of my original name, Kokuniru. It sounds better in common, I think." A sound, most easily compared to a yawn, echoes out from above her head, about 5ft forward. "I'm starving. That ghoul didn't even give me time to digest before it killed itself like that."
She looks up at what she assumes to be the demon's head, thinking for a moment. "Would this help?" She produces a handful of something from the pocket of a satchel that sits at her side, which seems to mostly contain her sewing supplies. When she opens her hand, there are ten small fruits in her palm. Mulberries. Goodberries.
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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)
*It's all good. Next time try saying "Thank you for your patience." Conveys the same thing, but with more confidence.*
The entity stops moving right in front of her. "It's the direct translation of my original name, Kokuniru. It sounds better in common, I think." A sound, most easily compared to a yawn, echoes out from above her head, about 5ft forward. "I'm starving. That ghoul didn't even give me time to digest before it killed itself like that."
She looks up at what she assumes to be the demon's head, thinking for a moment. "Would this help?" She produces a handful of something from the pocket of a satchel that sits at her side, which seems to mostly contain her sewing supplies. When she opens her hand, there are ten small fruits in her palm. Mulberries. Goodberries.
She can feel him breathing on her palm. The world goes cold and colorless and dark. All living things seem to be highlighted for her, with any injured or ailing ones being even brighter than the others. The goodberries are almost blinding. She can feel a dread heartbeat pounding in her ears, can almost see the abomination crouched in front of her. A deep inhale... then he pulls back and laughs. Everything is back to normal. "You torture me, friend! I have no body, thus no mouth or stomach to hold anything I eat. While I am certain they would be delicious, I would only be able to weakly roll them around."
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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.
*It's all good. Next time try saying "Thank you for your patience." Conveys the same thing, but with more confidence.*
The entity stops moving right in front of her. "It's the direct translation of my original name, Kokuniru. It sounds better in common, I think." A sound, most easily compared to a yawn, echoes out from above her head, about 5ft forward. "I'm starving. That ghoul didn't even give me time to digest before it killed itself like that."
She looks up at what she assumes to be the demon's head, thinking for a moment. "Would this help?" She produces a handful of something from the pocket of a satchel that sits at her side, which seems to mostly contain her sewing supplies. When she opens her hand, there are ten small fruits in her palm. Mulberries. Goodberries.
She can feel him breathing on her palm. The world goes cold and colorless and dark. All living things seem to be highlighted for her, with any injured or ailing ones being even brighter than the others. The goodberries are almost blinding. She can feel a dread heartbeat pounding in her ears, can almost see the abomination crouched in front of her. A deep inhale... then he pulls back and laughs. Everything is back to normal. "You torture me, friend! I have no body, thus no mouth or stomach to hold anything I eat. While I am certain they would be delicious, I would only be able to weakly roll them around."
*Thank you for your patience.*
She is stunned for a second at how her senses briefly changed, before she recollects her thoughts. "Oh, I see... I'm sorry these won't work. Is there some other way I can help?"
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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)
She can feel him breathing on her palm. The world goes cold and colorless and dark. All living things seem to be highlighted for her, with any injured or ailing ones being even brighter than the others. The goodberries are almost blinding. She can feel a dread heartbeat pounding in her ears, can almost see the abomination crouched in front of her. A deep inhale... then he pulls back and laughs. Everything is back to normal. "You torture me, friend! I have no body, thus no mouth or stomach to hold anything I eat. While I am certain they would be delicious, I would only be able to weakly roll them around."
*Thank you for your patience.*
She is stunned for a second at how her senses briefly changed, before she recollects her thoughts. "Oh, I see... I'm sorry these won't work. Is there some other way I can help?"
"Unless you are willing to let me possess you, I doubt it. And I also doubt Mother Moth would take too kindly to me temporarily body-snatching one of her minions, so I think I should avoid doing that." She can still feel his hungry gaze on the berries.
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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.
She can feel him breathing on her palm. The world goes cold and colorless and dark. All living things seem to be highlighted for her, with any injured or ailing ones being even brighter than the others. The goodberries are almost blinding. She can feel a dread heartbeat pounding in her ears, can almost see the abomination crouched in front of her. A deep inhale... then he pulls back and laughs. Everything is back to normal. "You torture me, friend! I have no body, thus no mouth or stomach to hold anything I eat. While I am certain they would be delicious, I would only be able to weakly roll them around."
*Thank you for your patience.*
She is stunned for a second at how her senses briefly changed, before she recollects her thoughts. "Oh, I see... I'm sorry these won't work. Is there some other way I can help?"
"Unless you are willing to let me possess you, I doubt it. And I also doubt Mother Moth would take too kindly to me temporarily body-snatching one of her minions, so I think I should avoid doing that." She can still feel his hungry gaze on the berries.
She thinks for a while, considering something. "...I think that could be arranged- on two conditions. One, you don't overstay your welcome- possess, eat something, unpossess. Two, that this is a one-time occurrence- no more possessions for me afterward... So long as you don't put me in harm's way, I'm sure Mother wouldn't be too worried."
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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 Autumn King stands upon a hill, overlooking his country. The wind blows all around him as he watches the ghouls swarm across his land like roaches across a corpse. There is a deep darkness behind his candlelit eyes.
The Librarian is wiping blood stains from his spectacles. He stands near the smoldering corpse of a hulking ghoul. Two blazing, hooked spikes of black metal impale the creature.
Something furry scampers about the roots of an ancient, gnarled tree. Something with wide green eyes and an even wider smile.
Humanity, such an interesting concept, isn't it? To be human, you aren't required to be human, you aren't required to do much, and even in that there are some that are considered unable to be human, who in terms of species, are human. Humanity is much more an idea, a concept of what is deemed right by the world, by others, by their perspectives much less than one's own. Such an interesting concept indeed.
Somewhere in the Autumn country, something finds itself coming into existence. Among a field of flowers, yet to bloom, sits a single Bluebell, it's petals a bright and beautiful contrast to everything else around it, in a land such as this, something like that existing is an utterly bizarre phenomenon. The flower begins to grow as it bobs in the wind, shape changing. Its stem becoming the immistakable body of a human, though the flowery head remains the same, only growing in size. Clothes form on the being like they were simply of their skin to begin with, growing to become what appears to be an anachronistic display of a detective, improved beyond anything seen yet, the blossomed flower turning back to a bud as the body sits down in the middle of the field, their new trench coat moving in tandem with the flowers affected by the breeze. They curl their new legs against their chest, holding them there with their arms.
Whatever this is, it couldn't be mistaken for human.
"Unless you are willing to let me possess you, I doubt it. And I also doubt Mother Moth would take too kindly to me temporarily body-snatching one of her minions, so I think I should avoid doing that." She can still feel his hungry gaze on the berries.
She thinks for a while, considering something. "...I think that could be arranged- on two conditions. One, you don't overstay your welcome- possess, eat something, unpossess. Two, that this is a one-time occurrence- no more possessions for me afterward... So long as you don't put me in harm's way, I'm sure Mother wouldn't be too worried."
There's a moment where he says nothing. The leaves where he stands move up and down. Is he jumping in place?
"Deal."
Her senses are distorted again, but this time more intense. She can barely see anything but the glowing parts. In the darkness surrounding her, she can see something clearly, and in full color: the demon himself. CRAVEBOIL is an emaciated giant with a frame closest compared to a hunchbacked gorilla and a face like a malformed blobfish.
He is crouched, seemingly because it is the most comfortable position for him, on his almost comically small legs, comparable to a normal humanoid's. Even still he stands almost nine feet tall. His oversized hands rest on his knees, connected to his long, long skinny arms in a way that makes it look like they'd break off if he swung them around too fast. His face... oh, his face... His eyes are massive and dilated, surrounded by wrinkles and liver spots. His fat nose hangs in front of his 'mouth,' as if it could even be called that. What he has is a row of exposed teeth, each individual one human in some capacity, but he has no lower jaw. Instead, he has two little arms that dangle where his jaw should connect. Atop that round, monstrous face is a mullet of greasy, black hair.
He wears a suit, oversized even for him, splattered with dried gore and sauces, as well as a perfectly clean bib with the 'shoku' kanji on it. Surrounding him is an aura of pure malediction, a force that would rot the world were it not so well-contained within the spirit. The ground is littered with bones that don't seem to exist on her level of reality.
She feels like her magic has grown stronger by a power of ten; as if she could heal the world of its innumerable ailments. She now has a better understanding of the monstrous entity inside her: it is a filter for dark forces, collecting them and feeding off them while leaving the rest of the world unharmed.
"Thank you, miss Adeline. Now, I don't wish to wrest control from you, but please, eat."
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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 am a healer. One of the best in the universe. I feed on the ailments of others, even the wounds, curses, and sicknesses of the earth itself. In a world of entropy and rot and cruelty, I proved too valuable to let loose. Too valuable to use. I starved to death, locked beneath Ghulheim, which in turn was locked beneath the Autumn Country. I made some art while I was down there using my own blood, but I ran out after a couple days." The spirit sighs. "I need a medium to channel me for any of my work to get done, and these ghouls are too weak and ravenous to survive it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would offer to help, seeing as my body would be more than enough, but I have nothing to gain from it. I already suffer no sickness, feel no wounds, have no curses, and I am already represented by a being of divine power. And I imagine there is some sort of issue that comes with working as your medium. Possession, maybe?" he crushes a group of ghouls with a single strike. "Though I see what you mean about these ghouls being weak..."
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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)
"Again, thank you- I try to follow her technique as best I can... within mortal limits, that is." She replies, her eyes following Craveboil as it wanders around her. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Craveboil. I am Adeline."
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)
Silence for a second. Then, humming. Suddenly, the voice shouts. "Noble! That's what it means." Faint movements can be felt in the air, possibly wild gesturing. "I had this big book of name meanings once, and I used to memorize it page by page. It's been a while since I've met an Adeline." CRAVEBOIL starts humming again. "I think... she was an elf... who had a sleeping sickness. Sounds impossible, but I remember it was a strange case."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The pooling blood stirs, evidence of the demon's movements. "Heh, I wouldn't accept you anyway. You'd get blood all over my nice things. I prefer much more... finessed approaches anyway. You have too much raw power to make that meaningful. A fencer gains no benefit from having 200 pounds of muscle. Durability is the issue I find. Taking on the suffering of others takes a toll on the body."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, but that fencer can supplement his technique with it, can he not? And besides, I was not built for finesse. I was built for durability. If you want finesse, my brother, the Eye, specializes in such."
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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)
"I don't believe I could take either of you, regardless. You said you were already claimed by a god? Heh. I assume the Eye is the same, given his name." The spirit's speech slows and drawls, as though losing interest or focus.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*apologies for the delay*
"That sounds like an interesting book- I might look into finding one like it." Adeline seems very curious about the invisible being pacing around her. "I don't believe I've met anyone by the name of Craveboil until now. Do you know what that name means?"
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)
*It's all good. Next time try saying "Thank you for your patience." Conveys the same thing, but with more confidence.*
The entity stops moving right in front of her. "It's the direct translation of my original name, Kokuniru. It sounds better in common, I think." A sound, most easily compared to a yawn, echoes out from above her head, about 5ft forward. "I'm starving. That ghoul didn't even give me time to digest before it killed itself like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks up at what she assumes to be the demon's head, thinking for a moment. "Would this help?" She produces a handful of something from the pocket of a satchel that sits at her side, which seems to mostly contain her sewing supplies. When she opens her hand, there are ten small fruits in her palm. Mulberries. Goodberries.
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)
She can feel him breathing on her palm. The world goes cold and colorless and dark. All living things seem to be highlighted for her, with any injured or ailing ones being even brighter than the others. The goodberries are almost blinding. She can feel a dread heartbeat pounding in her ears, can almost see the abomination crouched in front of her. A deep inhale... then he pulls back and laughs. Everything is back to normal. "You torture me, friend! I have no body, thus no mouth or stomach to hold anything I eat. While I am certain they would be delicious, I would only be able to weakly roll them around."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you for your patience.*
She is stunned for a second at how her senses briefly changed, before she recollects her thoughts. "Oh, I see... I'm sorry these won't work. Is there some other way I can help?"
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)
"Unless you are willing to let me possess you, I doubt it. And I also doubt Mother Moth would take too kindly to me temporarily body-snatching one of her minions, so I think I should avoid doing that." She can still feel his hungry gaze on the berries.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She thinks for a while, considering something. "...I think that could be arranged- on two conditions. One, you don't overstay your welcome- possess, eat something, unpossess. Two, that this is a one-time occurrence- no more possessions for me afterward... So long as you don't put me in harm's way, I'm sure Mother wouldn't be too worried."
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)
*Hey, I gotta go for the day. Have fun without me, okay?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alright- farewell for now, brother! Take care!*
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 Autumn King stands upon a hill, overlooking his country. The wind blows all around him as he watches the ghouls swarm across his land like roaches across a corpse. There is a deep darkness behind his candlelit eyes.
The Librarian is wiping blood stains from his spectacles. He stands near the smoldering corpse of a hulking ghoul. Two blazing, hooked spikes of black metal impale the creature.
Something furry scampers about the roots of an ancient, gnarled tree. Something with wide green eyes and an even wider smile.
*Eh, why not, here goes another character*
Humanity, such an interesting concept, isn't it? To be human, you aren't required to be human, you aren't required to do much, and even in that there are some that are considered unable to be human, who in terms of species, are human. Humanity is much more an idea, a concept of what is deemed right by the world, by others, by their perspectives much less than one's own. Such an interesting concept indeed.
Somewhere in the Autumn country, something finds itself coming into existence. Among a field of flowers, yet to bloom, sits a single Bluebell, it's petals a bright and beautiful contrast to everything else around it, in a land such as this, something like that existing is an utterly bizarre phenomenon. The flower begins to grow as it bobs in the wind, shape changing. Its stem becoming the immistakable body of a human, though the flowery head remains the same, only growing in size. Clothes form on the being like they were simply of their skin to begin with, growing to become what appears to be an anachronistic display of a detective, improved beyond anything seen yet, the blossomed flower turning back to a bud as the body sits down in the middle of the field, their new trench coat moving in tandem with the flowers affected by the breeze. They curl their new legs against their chest, holding them there with their arms.
Whatever this is, it couldn't be mistaken for human.
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.)
There's a moment where he says nothing. The leaves where he stands move up and down. Is he jumping in place?
"Deal."
Her senses are distorted again, but this time more intense. She can barely see anything but the glowing parts. In the darkness surrounding her, she can see something clearly, and in full color: the demon himself. CRAVEBOIL is an emaciated giant with a frame closest compared to a hunchbacked gorilla and a face like a malformed blobfish.
He is crouched, seemingly because it is the most comfortable position for him, on his almost comically small legs, comparable to a normal humanoid's. Even still he stands almost nine feet tall. His oversized hands rest on his knees, connected to his long, long skinny arms in a way that makes it look like they'd break off if he swung them around too fast. His face... oh, his face... His eyes are massive and dilated, surrounded by wrinkles and liver spots. His fat nose hangs in front of his 'mouth,' as if it could even be called that. What he has is a row of exposed teeth, each individual one human in some capacity, but he has no lower jaw. Instead, he has two little arms that dangle where his jaw should connect. Atop that round, monstrous face is a mullet of greasy, black hair.
He wears a suit, oversized even for him, splattered with dried gore and sauces, as well as a perfectly clean bib with the 'shoku' kanji on it. Surrounding him is an aura of pure malediction, a force that would rot the world were it not so well-contained within the spirit. The ground is littered with bones that don't seem to exist on her level of reality.
She feels like her magic has grown stronger by a power of ten; as if she could heal the world of its innumerable ailments. She now has a better understanding of the monstrous entity inside her: it is a filter for dark forces, collecting them and feeding off them while leaving the rest of the world unharmed.
"Thank you, miss Adeline. Now, I don't wish to wrest control from you, but please, eat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Flies over and perches on Baal's head with a sack of plutonium*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread