Several workmen wearing uniforms from a fast food company approach, carrying big boxes of yarn. "A gift from Whaleheart Eats." One states, offering her a clipboard and pen. There's a line to sign, and the only things other than that on the page is "I have recieved my package" and five empty stars. The young man seems overworked and underdressed for winter, but he's not complaining about anything.
She frowns, looking the page up and down, and on the back, despite it being blank. “A gift?…” she seems a bit… shocked. After a bit of consideration, she asks, ‘who owns Whaleheart eats?…” after that, she likely signs her name, writing, ‘Duchess Calpe Belinapter,’ and looking up to the man. “What are the stars for?”
"Mr. W.L. Fryer, ma'am. A philanthropist and inventor. No idea why he wants to help y'all. The stars are so we know how satisfied you are with your delivery." He lifts up his foot to stomp on a spider, before reluctantly letting it pass by, sighing. "Why are these things so important?" He asks, referring to the arachnids.
“-they are my children-“ she snaps. “Do not harm them…” she marks all five stars, looking up. “You all are not dressed for this weather- I can provide you with warmer clothes-…” Mother Moth says.
"Mr. W.L. Fryer, ma'am. A philanthropist and inventor. No idea why he wants to help y'all. The stars are so we know how satisfied you are with your delivery." He lifts up his foot to stomp on a spider, before reluctantly letting it pass by, sighing. "Why are these things so important?" He asks, referring to the arachnids.
“-they are my children-“ she snaps. “Do not harm them…” she marks all five stars, looking up. “You all are not dressed for this weather- I can provide you with warmer clothes-…” Mother Moth says.
He wrinkles his nose under his food service mask. "No thank you." The men begin to leave... and as they pass by, the form of a large man in a necktie, white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and white food service gloves becomes visible. He's bald, chubby, and has a wide grin on his pale face. He looks exactly like the flyers, if you don't include the gloves and add an apron and blazer. He has what looks like the edges of a tattoo coming out of the edges of his right glove.
The Groundskeeper has already done an impressive amount of work on shielding the garden from the first frost by the time Julius arrives- they have no magic to speak of, but have employed numerous mundane methods to preserve the plants as best they can. With the help of the Harvest Prince, the rest of the work is completed in near-record time. Only after they are certain everything that can be done to protect the courtyard has been done do they speak. "Many thanks, your highness. I am deeply sorry I failed to act sooner." They bow slightly.
Adeline quickly arrives as the sanctuary soon after, shivering despite her numerous layers of protection from winter's bite. Without saying a word, she immediately goes to help Mother Moth with all their winter preparations with a similar desperate rapidity.
He nods. “You work much too hard for me to allow this garden to die… I can enchant the garden with a ward of protection against the cold, but it won’t be completely effective- my magic is stretched much too thin at the moment…” he says, sitting down and surveying their work.
”good, good, I’ll get you some more thread, darling-“ she says to Adeline, pacing about the sanctuary, knitting and transporting materials. “Perhaps I can call upon the local spiders to help us- If I had known there was a cold snap coming I could have had more time to prepare- we’ll need food- and wood for fire- oh my… we might have to go underground-“ she mutters, mostly to herself, but also to Adeline. There are already about two dozen people throughout the sanctuary, huddling for warmth.
They remain standing, ever-vigilant for if they need to quickly tend to the garden again. "Such an enchantment would be greatly beneficial to the garden, however faint it may be. Again, many thanks."
"Underground is likely our best option- at the very least, it'll keep us all out of the snow. The spiders will have a hard time getting to us, what with the cold... oh dear..." She's continuing her frantic contributions to the effort to help everyone stay warm and alive as she speaks. "Food could be temporarily solved with Goodberry- we won't be able to live off them all winter without falling ill, but it should last at least a month or so... I could go out and gather firewood once we have everything taken care of here."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In both locations (at separate times), a large man approaches. The man from the flyers. He begins humming to himself as he puts up rods in a 60ft circle, absolutely jolly. He says nothing, just continuing his work. "Tell me... why does it sound so easy to breathe..." He sings under his breath.
She looks up at them as they approach, not daring to stray too far from the fire's warmth. He can see her large, dark eyes watching him curiously from within the makeshift cocoon of insulation. "What are those?" She asks, talking about the metal rods he places in a circle.
Before he plants the first rod into the soil, he sees the Groundskeeper, arms crossed, looking down at him. "What do you think you are doing?" They pointedly ask.
As he finishes, he smiles a bit wider. "You'll see in just a second." He pulls out a remote and pulls a lever on it. A golden dome appears arcing between the poles and filling the area with warm sunlight. Not too hot, but like a warm autumn day. The area is now Hallowed.
He taps the rod in his hand, and warm sunlight begins to beam out. "Keeps the ghouls out and the plants warm and healthy. This garden is an icon of the Autumn Country, and to cover it up would be a crime." He offers some rods to the Groundskeeper.
Her eyes widen as she sees this, equal parts impressed and curious. "That's... that's incredible! How does it work? How many of these can you set up?"
They are silent for a while before they accept the rods. "If it keeps the garden healthy as you said, then I will allow it. You may set it up- just be careful around the plants." They start placing some of the rods along the outermost edges of the courtyard, being especially careful as they do so.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Mr. W.L. Fryer, ma'am. A philanthropist and inventor. No idea why he wants to help y'all. The stars are so we know how satisfied you are with your delivery." He lifts up his foot to stomp on a spider, before reluctantly letting it pass by, sighing. "Why are these things so important?" He asks, referring to the arachnids.
“-they are my children-“ she snaps. “Do not harm them…” she marks all five stars, looking up. “You all are not dressed for this weather- I can provide you with warmer clothes-…” Mother Moth says.
He wrinkles his nose under his food service mask. "No thank you." The men begin to leave... and as they pass by, the form of a large man in a necktie, white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and white food service gloves becomes visible. He's bald, chubby, and has a wide grin on his pale face. He looks exactly like the flyers, if you don't include the gloves and add an apron and blazer. He has what looks like the edges of a tattoo coming out of the edges of his right glove.
Mother Moth approaches the man. “You… why have you given me such a gift?”
the emissary of lichen is standing in a field. a bird alights on its lumpy shoulder before instantly desiccating and rising again. the emissary watches its puppeteered flight. perhaps the expression it makes is sadness
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Groundskeeper has already done an impressive amount of work on shielding the garden from the first frost by the time Julius arrives- they have no magic to speak of, but have employed numerous mundane methods to preserve the plants as best they can. With the help of the Harvest Prince, the rest of the work is completed in near-record time. Only after they are certain everything that can be done to protect the courtyard has been done do they speak. "Many thanks, your highness. I am deeply sorry I failed to act sooner." They bow slightly.
Adeline quickly arrives as the sanctuary soon after, shivering despite her numerous layers of protection from winter's bite. Without saying a word, she immediately goes to help Mother Moth with all their winter preparations with a similar desperate rapidity.
He nods. “You work much too hard for me to allow this garden to die… I can enchant the garden with a ward of protection against the cold, but it won’t be completely effective- my magic is stretched much too thin at the moment…” he says, sitting down and surveying their work.
”good, good, I’ll get you some more thread, darling-“ she says to Adeline, pacing about the sanctuary, knitting and transporting materials. “Perhaps I can call upon the local spiders to help us- If I had known there was a cold snap coming I could have had more time to prepare- we’ll need food- and wood for fire- oh my… we might have to go underground-“ she mutters, mostly to herself, but also to Adeline. There are already about two dozen people throughout the sanctuary, huddling for warmth.
They remain standing, ever-vigilant for if they need to quickly tend to the garden again. "Such an enchantment would be greatly beneficial to the garden, however faint it may be. Again, many thanks."
"Underground is likely our best option- at the very least, it'll keep us all out of the snow. The spiders will have a hard time getting to us, what with the cold... oh dear..." She's continuing her frantic contributions to the effort to help everyone stay warm and alive as she speaks. "Food could be temporarily solved with Goodberry- we won't be able to live off them all winter without falling ill, but it should last at least a month or so... I could go out and gather firewood once we have everything taken care of here."
He nods, standing back up and walking to the center of the garden. He closes his eyes, taking one of his amber necklaces off and holding it out in front of him. The many ambers in the necklace glow a vibrant orange light, and that light spreads to Julius’ veins. His fey blood begins glowing beneath his skin. That same amber magic, like roots, spreads and grows across the ground of the garden, and it immediately feels warmer- just as it should on an Autumn day. The glow fades, though there remains a faint shimmer in the air as Julius puts the necklace back on.
”goodberry- yes, that will work for now… two of your human siblings are also in the area, I will send them a message to come back as soon as possible… I’ll start work on the burrow… firewood would be wonderful, thank you, my dear...” she says quickly. She makes her way over to another part of the Silken sanctuary, around a tree blanketed by layers and layers of webs, as well as what seems to be two sealed off spider nests. Using her fingernail, she cuts open a slit in each of them, and out of the nests emerge two giant spiders-each the size of dogs, which rush to start digging a burrow big enough for many guests to stay in.
As he finishes, he smiles a bit wider. "You'll see in just a second." He pulls out a remote and pulls a lever on it. A golden dome appears arcing between the poles and filling the area with warm sunlight. Not too hot, but like a warm autumn day. The area is now Hallowed.
He taps the rod in his hand, and warm sunlight begins to beam out. "Keeps the ghouls out and the plants warm and healthy. This garden is an icon of the Autumn Country, and to cover it up would be a crime." He offers some rods to the Groundskeeper.
Her eyes widen as she sees this, equal parts impressed and curious. "That's... that's incredible! How does it work? How many of these can you set up?"
They are silent for a while before they accept the rods. "If it keeps the garden healthy as you said, then I will allow it. You may set it up- just be careful around the plants." They start placing some of the rods along the outermost edges of the courtyard, being especially careful as they do so.
"As many as you need, but if we try to do the whole forest in one go it will likely freeze over before we finish. We're going piece-by-piece for now." He offers her the remote. "They have fungus incorporated into their bases, so they feed off the trees and connect them like a normal fungus. However, since they don't need to grow very much, they can use 95% that power to create the energy field."
"Of course." He does the same, although slower since he doesn't know the garden as well. "I use these so I can grow apples, grapes, and grass for animals near my locations year-round. I can also use them to sun-dry raisins, since it functions near-identically to a really tiny star. A little nuclear fission never hurt anyone, you know?" He laughs. "Gosh, these are the most over-engineered sun-lamps in the world, aren't they?"
He wrinkles his nose under his food service mask. "No thank you." The men begin to leave... and as they pass by, the form of a large man in a necktie, white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and white food service gloves becomes visible. He's bald, chubby, and has a wide grin on his pale face. He looks exactly like the flyers, if you don't include the gloves and add an apron and blazer. He has what looks like the edges of a tattoo coming out of the edges of his right glove.
Mother Moth approaches the man. “You… why have you given me such a gift?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Does it matter?" His smile starts to look forced, as if he were suddenly reminded of some pain. "I want to see you succeed."
He wrinkles his nose under his food service mask. "No thank you." The men begin to leave... and as they pass by, the form of a large man in a necktie, white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and white food service gloves becomes visible. He's bald, chubby, and has a wide grin on his pale face. He looks exactly like the flyers, if you don't include the gloves and add an apron and blazer. He has what looks like the edges of a tattoo coming out of the edges of his right glove.
Mother Moth approaches the man. “You… why have you given me such a gift?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Does it matter?" His smile starts to look forced, as if he were suddenly reminded of some pain. "I want to see you succeed."
She smiles slightly as well, though hers is more genuine. “I appreciate your kindness.. we were scrambling to prepare for winter… I had not anticipated something such as this happening- in a land of eternal fall.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Does it matter?" His smile starts to look forced, as if he were suddenly reminded of some pain. "I want to see you succeed."
She smiles slightly as well, though hers is more genuine. “I appreciate your kindness.. we were scrambling to prepare for winter… I had not anticipated something such as this happening- in a land of eternal fall.”
"I come from a land of cold. We have proper supplies a-plenty. We're going to bring what we can spare. After all, we'd be out of business if people were too dead to show up, wouldn't we?" He chuckles weakly, a hint of insincerity in the last statement. "Besides, we don't close for anything. Limited menu sometimes, but as long as our buildings survive, we provide a safe space and at least some of our classic menu items for the less fortunate." His smile brightens as he talks, pride entering his voice.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He nods, standing back up and walking to the center of the garden. He closes his eyes, taking one of his amber necklaces off and holding it out in front of him. The many ambers in the necklace glow a vibrant orange light, and that light spreads to Julius’ veins. His fey blood begins glowing beneath his skin. That same amber magic, like roots, spreads and grows across the ground of the garden, and it immediately feels warmer- just as it should on an Autumn day. The glow fades, though there remains a faint shimmer in the air as Julius puts the necklace back on.
”goodberry- yes, that will work for now… two of your human siblings are also in the area, I will send them a message to come back as soon as possible… I’ll start work on the burrow… firewood would be wonderful, thank you, my dear...” she says quickly. She makes her way over to another part of the Silken sanctuary, around a tree blanketed by layers and layers of webs, as well as what seems to be two sealed off spider nests. Using her fingernail, she cuts open a slit in each of them, and out of the nests emerge two giant spiders-each the size of dogs, which rush to start digging a burrow big enough for many guests to stay in.
The snow that has fallen begins to melt away as the magic takes effect, the autumnal warmth returning to the courtyard. The groundskeeper seems pleased, looking around at the gardens with a sense of relief that it worked. "How long will this last?" They ask, still fully prepared for if anything else goes awry.
Adeline quickly finishes making sure all the spiders, people, and dormant moth cocoons are warm and safe enough to get to the burrow once it's complete, before she goes out to gather firewood. A few minutes later, she returns with a large bundle of suitably-dry branches and sticks that is wrapped in silk, setting it down before she sprints off again to gather more.
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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)
Her eyes widen as she sees this, equal parts impressed and curious. "That's... that's incredible! How does it work? How many of these can you set up?"
They are silent for a while before they accept the rods. "If it keeps the garden healthy as you said, then I will allow it. You may set it up- just be careful around the plants." They start placing some of the rods along the outermost edges of the courtyard, being especially careful as they do so.
"As many as you need, but if we try to do the whole forest in one go it will likely freeze over before we finish. We're going piece-by-piece for now." He offers her the remote. "They have fungus incorporated into their bases, so they feed off the trees and connect them like a normal fungus. However, since they don't need to grow very much, they can use 95% that power to create the energy field."
"Of course." He does the same, although slower since he doesn't know the garden as well. "I use these so I can grow apples, grapes, and grass for animals near my locations year-round. I can also use them to sun-dry raisins, since it functions near-identically to a really tiny star. A little nuclear fission never hurt anyone, you know?" He laughs. "Gosh, these are the most over-engineered sun-lamps in the world, aren't they?"
Her hands reluctantly emerge from within the blanket shawl, and take the offered remote. Though there is a clear, albeit faint, presence of fey magic to her, the metal does not seem to hurt her when she touches it. She studies the device curiously for a moment, before turning one small dial. The hallowed area grows just the faintest bit warmer, like an early spring morning. "Amazing... how did you make these? Who are you? Why are you doing this?" She seems somewhat skeptical of both him and his contraption- maybe she believes it's too good to be true.
"Over-engineered?.. Perhaps, but judging by what you say, they fulfill their designed purpose quite well. It certainly makes my job easier." They finish placing all the rods he gave them, arranging them where the hallowed region they will project covers as much of the courtyard as possible. "Ah, apologies- it's been a while since I've spoken to someone new to here. I am Cyrus- and, more importantly- the Groundskeeper of this courtyard. Who are you?"
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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)
"As many as you need, but if we try to do the whole forest in one go it will likely freeze over before we finish. We're going piece-by-piece for now." He offers her the remote. "They have fungus incorporated into their bases, so they feed off the trees and connect them like a normal fungus. However, since they don't need to grow very much, they can use 95% that power to create the energy field."
"Of course." He does the same, although slower since he doesn't know the garden as well. "I use these so I can grow apples, grapes, and grass for animals near my locations year-round. I can also use them to sun-dry raisins, since it functions near-identically to a really tiny star. A little nuclear fission never hurt anyone, you know?" He laughs. "Gosh, these are the most over-engineered sun-lamps in the world, aren't they?"
Her hands reluctantly emerge from within the blanket shawl, and take the offered remote. Though there is a clear, albeit faint, presence of fey magic to her, the metal does not seem to hurt her when she touches it. She studies the device curiously for a moment, before turning one small dial. The hallowed area grows just the faintest bit warmer, like an early spring morning. "Amazing... how did you make these? Who are you? Why are you doing this?" She seems somewhat skeptical of both him and his contraption- maybe she believes it's too good to be true.
"Over-engineered?.. Perhaps, but judging by what you say, they fulfill their designed purpose quite well. It certainly makes my job easier." They finish placing all the rods he gave them, arranging them where the hallowed region they will project covers as much of the courtyard as possible. "Ah, apologies- it's been a while since I've spoken to someone new to here. I am Cyrus- and, more importantly- the Groundskeeper of this courtyard. Who are you?"
He chuckles. "I'm afraid I don't have answers to any of those questions that would be meaningful to almost anyone other than myself. If I were to explain my creation process, it would take hours. As you are close to fey, telling you my name could possibly be very bad for business, but I am a businessman who owns the up-and-coming fast food chain Whaleheart Eats. And finally, my reasons for doing this are personal. I want to help people."
"I like to be called Mr. Fryer, or W.L. Fryer if names are important." He hands over a little remote. "Care to do the honors, Mr. Cyrus?"
Flyers have begun falling from the sky all over the Autumn Country. Dark oval shapes float over the clouds.
"Whaleheart Eats has an EXCITING OFFER for you!"
Huge, strange machines have been placed in front of Ghoul Gates, slowly, oh-so-painfully slowly, forcing them open.
"Bring the head of the Barley King to any Whaleheart Eats location, and ALL THIS MONEY will be yours!"
Cozotz, the Medium, and several other mercenaries have gathered around the machines, defending them and waiting for them to finish.
"You will also receive a FREE family meal!"
The chubby, smiling face of the founder is on every flyer, an illustration of him standing in front of a plate with a lamb's head on it, holding a bag of money in one large hand and putting his other on the shoulder of an anonymous, featureless figure.
"This could be YOU!"
*This is more of a status/lore thing than a role-play but I thought this was so cool that I just had to react to this.*
It takes a little longer to begin prying open the Ghoul Gates than you originally planned. Those doors are shut awfully tight. Eventually though through a mixture of arcane technologies and brute force you managed to make some headway.
The Ghoul Gates that have been pulled the most open reveal the bare edges of the portal behind them. Pale, grubby fingers with yellow, chipped nails claw at the machines from the other side of the door, wriggling like worms. Through the crack in the gates you here the maddened voices of the ghouls themselves:
"May your brains boil into bats and you never feel hunger again!"
"Please! Please let us out! We've been down here so long!"
"Knock and the door shall be slammed in your bloody noses! Bloody Noses! BLOODY NOSES!" (This example screamed 'BLOODY NOSES!' at the top of its lungs for hours on end and is still screaming it now.)
"Once upon a time, there was a wee little lady and a wee little man. The wee little man wished to wed, the wee little lady would rather be dead. So she left and lunched with corpses. The end. Go to sleep now."
"Come in! Oh do come in! We love guests! Ahaheeheehee! Come in now please! We're waiting! We've waited so very long! Heeheehee! Dinner is ready! Dinner grows cold! Oh please won't you come in?! Heeheehahaha!"
"Oh please s-stop that-that banging! You're c-causing an awful d-din! Ooooh my head, my head! You heart my poor rotten head!"
As the great gate opening machines haul away at their goal, the ghouls realize the danger they are in. They muster an almost unghoulish courage and throw themselves at their assailants with no sense of self preservation. The air is filled with their screams and howls of rage and the cemeteries boil as legions of the foul beasts pull themselves from the earth for Amina is awakening even the hibernating ghouls that have found quite coffers to lie dormant and dream their nightmare's quietly in. These are the sort of ghouls who awaken once every few centuries to eat the hearts or brains or livers of a hundred men. Once sated they go back to their dark dreamings but now they are called upon by their mistress and they fight with the hunger of centuries.
The Autumn Country has seen many dark days. But this numbers among the darkest.
*I had some good fun here when it first came out. Must make a new char*
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
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All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
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“-they are my children-“ she snaps. “Do not harm them…” she marks all five stars, looking up. “You all are not dressed for this weather- I can provide you with warmer clothes-…” Mother Moth says.
He wrinkles his nose under his food service mask. "No thank you." The men begin to leave... and as they pass by, the form of a large man in a necktie, white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and white food service gloves becomes visible. He's bald, chubby, and has a wide grin on his pale face. He looks exactly like the flyers, if you don't include the gloves and add an apron and blazer. He has what looks like the edges of a tattoo coming out of the edges of his right glove.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
They remain standing, ever-vigilant for if they need to quickly tend to the garden again. "Such an enchantment would be greatly beneficial to the garden, however faint it may be. Again, many thanks."
"Underground is likely our best option- at the very least, it'll keep us all out of the snow. The spiders will have a hard time getting to us, what with the cold... oh dear..." She's continuing her frantic contributions to the effort to help everyone stay warm and alive as she speaks. "Food could be temporarily solved with Goodberry- we won't be able to live off them all winter without falling ill, but it should last at least a month or so... I could go out and gather firewood once we have everything taken care of here."
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)
Her eyes widen as she sees this, equal parts impressed and curious. "That's... that's incredible! How does it work? How many of these can you set up?"
They are silent for a while before they accept the rods. "If it keeps the garden healthy as you said, then I will allow it. You may set it up- just be careful around the plants." They start placing some of the rods along the outermost edges of the courtyard, being especially careful as they do so.
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)
Mother Moth approaches the man. “You… why have you given me such a gift?”
the emissary of lichen is standing in a field. a bird alights on its lumpy shoulder before instantly desiccating and rising again. the emissary watches its puppeteered flight. perhaps the expression it makes is sadness
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He nods, standing back up and walking to the center of the garden. He closes his eyes, taking one of his amber necklaces off and holding it out in front of him. The many ambers in the necklace glow a vibrant orange light, and that light spreads to Julius’ veins. His fey blood begins glowing beneath his skin. That same amber magic, like roots, spreads and grows across the ground of the garden, and it immediately feels warmer- just as it should on an Autumn day. The glow fades, though there remains a faint shimmer in the air as Julius puts the necklace back on.
”goodberry- yes, that will work for now… two of your human siblings are also in the area, I will send them a message to come back as soon as possible… I’ll start work on the burrow… firewood would be wonderful, thank you, my dear...” she says quickly. She makes her way over to another part of the Silken sanctuary, around a tree blanketed by layers and layers of webs, as well as what seems to be two sealed off spider nests. Using her fingernail, she cuts open a slit in each of them, and out of the nests emerge two giant spiders-each the size of dogs, which rush to start digging a burrow big enough for many guests to stay in.
"As many as you need, but if we try to do the whole forest in one go it will likely freeze over before we finish. We're going piece-by-piece for now." He offers her the remote. "They have fungus incorporated into their bases, so they feed off the trees and connect them like a normal fungus. However, since they don't need to grow very much, they can use 95% that power to create the energy field."
"Of course." He does the same, although slower since he doesn't know the garden as well. "I use these so I can grow apples, grapes, and grass for animals near my locations year-round. I can also use them to sun-dry raisins, since it functions near-identically to a really tiny star. A little nuclear fission never hurt anyone, you know?" He laughs. "Gosh, these are the most over-engineered sun-lamps in the world, aren't they?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Does it matter?" His smile starts to look forced, as if he were suddenly reminded of some pain. "I want to see you succeed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
She smiles slightly as well, though hers is more genuine. “I appreciate your kindness.. we were scrambling to prepare for winter… I had not anticipated something such as this happening- in a land of eternal fall.”
"I come from a land of cold. We have proper supplies a-plenty. We're going to bring what we can spare. After all, we'd be out of business if people were too dead to show up, wouldn't we?" He chuckles weakly, a hint of insincerity in the last statement. "Besides, we don't close for anything. Limited menu sometimes, but as long as our buildings survive, we provide a safe space and at least some of our classic menu items for the less fortunate." His smile brightens as he talks, pride entering his voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*the rotman is having a field day with this snow*
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The snow that has fallen begins to melt away as the magic takes effect, the autumnal warmth returning to the courtyard. The groundskeeper seems pleased, looking around at the gardens with a sense of relief that it worked. "How long will this last?" They ask, still fully prepared for if anything else goes awry.
Adeline quickly finishes making sure all the spiders, people, and dormant moth cocoons are warm and safe enough to get to the burrow once it's complete, before she goes out to gather firewood. A few minutes later, she returns with a large bundle of suitably-dry branches and sticks that is wrapped in silk, setting it down before she sprints off again to gather more.
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)
Her hands reluctantly emerge from within the blanket shawl, and take the offered remote. Though there is a clear, albeit faint, presence of fey magic to her, the metal does not seem to hurt her when she touches it. She studies the device curiously for a moment, before turning one small dial. The hallowed area grows just the faintest bit warmer, like an early spring morning. "Amazing... how did you make these? Who are you? Why are you doing this?" She seems somewhat skeptical of both him and his contraption- maybe she believes it's too good to be true.
"Over-engineered?.. Perhaps, but judging by what you say, they fulfill their designed purpose quite well. It certainly makes my job easier." They finish placing all the rods he gave them, arranging them where the hallowed region they will project covers as much of the courtyard as possible. "Ah, apologies- it's been a while since I've spoken to someone new to here. I am Cyrus- and, more importantly- the Groundskeeper of this courtyard. Who are you?"
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 chuckles. "I'm afraid I don't have answers to any of those questions that would be meaningful to almost anyone other than myself. If I were to explain my creation process, it would take hours. As you are close to fey, telling you my name could possibly be very bad for business, but I am a businessman who owns the up-and-coming fast food chain Whaleheart Eats. And finally, my reasons for doing this are personal. I want to help people."
"I like to be called Mr. Fryer, or W.L. Fryer if names are important." He hands over a little remote. "Care to do the honors, Mr. Cyrus?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*This is more of a status/lore thing than a role-play but I thought this was so cool that I just had to react to this.*
It takes a little longer to begin prying open the Ghoul Gates than you originally planned. Those doors are shut awfully tight. Eventually though through a mixture of arcane technologies and brute force you managed to make some headway.
The Ghoul Gates that have been pulled the most open reveal the bare edges of the portal behind them. Pale, grubby fingers with yellow, chipped nails claw at the machines from the other side of the door, wriggling like worms. Through the crack in the gates you here the maddened voices of the ghouls themselves:
"May your brains boil into bats and you never feel hunger again!"
"Please! Please let us out! We've been down here so long!"
"Stern. Error. Gutter. Whelm. Mold. Princess. Hate. Tear. Apocalypse."
"Knock and the door shall be slammed in your bloody noses! Bloody Noses! BLOODY NOSES!" (This example screamed 'BLOODY NOSES!' at the top of its lungs for hours on end and is still screaming it now.)
"Once upon a time, there was a wee little lady and a wee little man. The wee little man wished to wed, the wee little lady would rather be dead. So she left and lunched with corpses. The end. Go to sleep now."
"Come in! Oh do come in! We love guests! Ahaheeheehee! Come in now please! We're waiting! We've waited so very long! Heeheehee! Dinner is ready! Dinner grows cold! Oh please won't you come in?! Heeheehahaha!"
"Oh please s-stop that-that banging! You're c-causing an awful d-din! Ooooh my head, my head! You heart my poor rotten head!"
As the great gate opening machines haul away at their goal, the ghouls realize the danger they are in. They muster an almost unghoulish courage and throw themselves at their assailants with no sense of self preservation. The air is filled with their screams and howls of rage and the cemeteries boil as legions of the foul beasts pull themselves from the earth for Amina is awakening even the hibernating ghouls that have found quite coffers to lie dormant and dream their nightmare's quietly in. These are the sort of ghouls who awaken once every few centuries to eat the hearts or brains or livers of a hundred men. Once sated they go back to their dark dreamings but now they are called upon by their mistress and they fight with the hunger of centuries.
The Autumn Country has seen many dark days. But this numbers among the darkest.
*I had some good fun here when it first came out. Must make a new char*
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU