Sitting on the window sill of the ruined building is a large raccoon. A large raccoon with big green eyes. A large raccoon with big green eyes and a horrifically wide smile. "You are awful cruel." says the smiling raccoon in a sickeningly southern accent.
Koloma is masked and hooded, but his hands and voice are mechanical, so it's fair to assume the rest of him is too. "No, I am attempting to complete my mission, and you are stopping me from doing so. Move aside."
"You got plenty of time before your victim shows up. I'll be out of your way by then." He says, not moving a muscle. "Missions can be cruel. And if your prey is in a cemetery than they must be mourning a friend who has passed. Or possible burying someone. Either way, it is quite cruel to bury a bullet in the brain of a mourner."
"Ghouls do not mourn." Koloma replies. "Although, if you don't move and you have friends, soon someone will."
He laughs, and you never realized how disturbing it is to hear a laugh come from a raccoon. "Oh it's a ghoul you aim at, eh? If you put a bullet in their brain at least they'd have something in it. Could be an improvement." He sidles over to the other side of the window sill.
"Thank you." Koloma aims. "They should be here any second now."
"If they are second, who did you kill first?" His wide green eyes seem to swim with amusement.
"If you continue flapping your cursed mammalian lips, you." Koloma locks onto an abnormally large ghouls that is climbing over the cemetery wall.
He hear him snickering to himself. "You are not concerned about the presence of a dingbat? I would be. But then again, I don't play with mistake sticks."
The 'Mistake stick' fires. The ghoul falls down, bleeding thick blood. "Concern is pointless when all lifeforms are worthy of it."
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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.
"We all have our times. I of all people should know."
"how......should......you.....know?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He hear him snickering to himself. "You are not concerned about the presence of a dingbat? I would be. But then again, I don't play with mistake sticks."
The 'Mistake stick' fires. The ghoul falls down, bleeding thick blood. "Concern is pointless when all lifeforms are worthy of it."
"So there wasn't a dingbat. Poor guy." The wicked grin has not shifted. If anything, it's grown wider.
"We all have our times. I of all people should know."
"how......should......you.....know?"
"I live in the Autumn Country for one thing. I am the Time Keeper for another. Whenever someone dies, I am the one who stills the hands of their clock for a time so their hour of passing may be recorded."
He hear him snickering to himself. "You are not concerned about the presence of a dingbat? I would be. But then again, I don't play with mistake sticks."
The 'Mistake stick' fires. The ghoul falls down, bleeding thick blood. "Concern is pointless when all lifeforms are worthy of it."
"So there wasn't a dingbat. Poor guy." The wicked grin has not shifted. If anything, it's grown wider.
"...On second thoughts, some deserve more than others." Koloma lowers the rifle and steps away from the window.
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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.
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.
Augustus is stalking the fields of the Autumn Country. His jack-o'-lantern helm upon his head and his scythe gripped tightly in his hand.
The wind whistles around Augustus, the fields of wheat shift unnaturally in the breeze, and the Harvest prince leaps upon the Autumn wind to catch up to Augustus, the crops around him being blessed with renewed life and strength.
”My King! My king!”
The King stops his march and turns to you. A jagged grin is carved on his pumpkin mask but there is no mirth behind it. The candlelight that usually flickers inside the crown burns as a furious inferno. An inferno that watches your approach silently.
He lands on the ground a bit in front of the king.
”I am-… terribly sorry to interrupt you, but it is urgent that I inform you of this- we have another problem… a ravenous, horrible inferno that is trying to consume your country…”
The wind howls causing nearby trees to thrash their branches as if they desperately wanted to take off into the sky, and you realize that is his sighing, "Helianth."
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*I am back from the dead once again! Here, if anyone'd like to rp.*
Adeline is continuing to help as best she can with making sure all the moths and spiders and refugees in the Silken Sanctuary are safe and fed. She spends almost half of her stored reserves of magical energy on Goodberries- it'll do for a while, but no mortal can sustain themselves on magic alone for long without ill effects.
The Groundskeeper has finished their duties in preserving the courtyard for the time being, and is currently spending their brief moment of rest admiring their work as their petals soak in sunlight from above. Their consumption of the light is far less ravenous than the crooked death angel, more in line with natural photosynthesis.
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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)
Koloma is walking across a field, rifle slung over shoulder, carrying a suspiciously head-shaped sack.
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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.
The wind howls causing nearby trees to thrash their branches as if they desperately wanted to take off into the sky, and you realize that is his sighing, "Helianth."
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*No worries!*
"I fear it is the same. Why is it always fire? Why do they want me to burn?" He mutters that last part softly to himself. "Stop it... tell me then. What hope is on your mind?"
The wind howls causing nearby trees to thrash their branches as if they desperately wanted to take off into the sky, and you realize that is his sighing, "Helianth."
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*No worries!*
"I fear it is the same. Why is it always fire? Why do they want me to burn?" He mutters that last part softly to himself. "Stop it... tell me then. What hope is on your mind?"
“It… may not work, I am not completely aware of your authorities regarding this-… but i had thought we may try and lure them to Ghulheim? Though we may need a ghoul to let them in- and they’d never agree to that-“
The gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
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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 wind howls causing nearby trees to thrash their branches as if they desperately wanted to take off into the sky, and you realize that is his sighing, "Helianth."
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*No worries!*
"I fear it is the same. Why is it always fire? Why do they want me to burn?" He mutters that last part softly to himself. "Stop it... tell me then. What hope is on your mind?"
“It… may not work, I am not completely aware of your authorities regarding this-… but i had thought we may try and lure them to Ghulheim? Though we may need a ghoul to let them in- and they’d never agree to that-“
*I just saw your new thread come up. I'm looking through the rules right now. It loos very cool.*
The second you mention Ghulheim you spot lightning stretch its crooked finger down from the heavens and fill a lone silo with flame. "Trap Hunger in the Starving Fields? The idea is not... foolish." He pauses for a long time. Something weighs heavy on his mind, "I cannot go into the ghoul's territory." His voice breaks and his shoulders seem to buckle under an enormous burden.
The gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
*I suppose I could have a little appearance of one of my lord’s rest characters, though they won’t stick around for long- probably just this interaction*
the former scourge of the stars comes across a lone campfire in the dead of night, surrounded by an unusually thick blanket of snow. Sitting at a felled log next to the fire is a short boy- no more than fifteen- wearing a red Christmas sweater. His snow-white hair swirls on his head like it’s whipped cream, and he has little antlers- antlers that seem to be made of chocolate wafer. His skin is fair, his face is freckled, and his nose is slightly red, as if he had the cold. In his hands he has a mug of hot chocolate. He hasn’t noticed the Death Angel yet, as they see them from afar.
The gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
*How much intelligence is left in the hunger? Can it converse? Reason?*
The wind howls causing nearby trees to thrash their branches as if they desperately wanted to take off into the sky, and you realize that is his sighing, "Helianth."
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*No worries!*
"I fear it is the same. Why is it always fire? Why do they want me to burn?" He mutters that last part softly to himself. "Stop it... tell me then. What hope is on your mind?"
“It… may not work, I am not completely aware of your authorities regarding this-… but i had thought we may try and lure them to Ghulheim? Though we may need a ghoul to let them in- and they’d never agree to that-“
*I just saw your new thread come up. I'm looking through the rules right now. It loos very cool.*
The second you mention Ghulheim you spot lightning stretch its crooked finger down from the heavens and fill a lone silo with flame. "Trap Hunger in the Starving Fields? The idea is not... foolish." He pauses for a long time. Something weighs heavy on his mind, "I cannot go into the ghoul's territory." His voice breaks and his shoulders seem to buckle under an enormous burden.
Julius, concerned, moves towards Augustus, to support him if need be. ”you wouldn’t have to-… I’ve convinced them it would be better for them to feast in Ghulheim than our country- we just need to open a ghoul gate and let them in… and then trap them.”
The gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
*How much intelligence is left in the hunger? Can it converse? Reason?*
*Ghoul-ianth (the death angel in question) is just about as intelligent as it was before death- which is to say, scarily so. The Ravenous Flame is just about intelligent enough to speak and be reasoned with, but is mostly instinct-driven and would only bother communicating with someone if doing so would potentially net it more food.*
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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 gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
*I suppose I could have a little appearance of one of my lord’s rest characters, though they won’t stick around for long- probably just this interaction*
the former scourge of the stars comes across a lone campfire in the dead of night, surrounded by an unusually thick blanket of snow. Sitting at a felled log next to the fire is a short boy- no more than fifteen- wearing a red Christmas sweater. His snow-white hair swirls on his head like it’s whipped cream, and he has little antlers- antlers that seem to be made of chocolate wafer. His skin is fair, his face is freckled, and his nose is slightly red, as if he had the cold. In his hands he has a mug of hot chocolate. He hasn’t noticed the Death Angel yet, as they see them from afar.
The crooked flower stealthily approaches, like a predator debating whether the animal in front of them is worth killing. However, it doesn't try to appear hostile, remaining just at the edge of the firelight.
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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)
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"We all have our times. I of all people should know."
The 'Mistake stick' fires. The ghoul falls down, bleeding thick blood. "Concern is pointless when all lifeforms are worthy of it."
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
"how......should......you.....know?"
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!!!!!!
"So there wasn't a dingbat. Poor guy." The wicked grin has not shifted. If anything, it's grown wider.
"I live in the Autumn Country for one thing. I am the Time Keeper for another. Whenever someone dies, I am the one who stills the hands of their clock for a time so their hour of passing may be recorded."
"...On second thoughts, some deserve more than others." Koloma lowers the rifle and steps away from the window.
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
*I must away, thanks for the play.*
*I shall see you soon!*
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
*I am very sorry about the wait, I missed this.*
Julius pauses. “That… thing… is Helianth? The scourge of the stars I’ve heard tales and legends of?…” he looks down, considering this. “I thought of a way to stop it-or at least…stall it.”
*I am back from the dead once again! Here, if anyone'd like to rp.*
Adeline is continuing to help as best she can with making sure all the moths and spiders and refugees in the Silken Sanctuary are safe and fed. She spends almost half of her stored reserves of magical energy on Goodberries- it'll do for a while, but no mortal can sustain themselves on magic alone for long without ill effects.
The Groundskeeper has finished their duties in preserving the courtyard for the time being, and is currently spending their brief moment of rest admiring their work as their petals soak in sunlight from above. Their consumption of the light is far less ravenous than the crooked death angel, more in line with natural photosynthesis.
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)
Koloma is walking across a field, rifle slung over shoulder, carrying a suspiciously head-shaped sack.
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
*No worries!*
"I fear it is the same. Why is it always fire? Why do they want me to burn?" He mutters that last part softly to himself. "Stop it... tell me then. What hope is on your mind?"
“It… may not work, I am not completely aware of your authorities regarding this-… but i had thought we may try and lure them to Ghulheim? Though we may need a ghoul to let them in- and they’d never agree to that-“
The gluttonous death angel wanders the slowly freezing Autumn Country, The God Eater's Cutlery in its hands, as it dines on whatever lingering pieces of warmth and life it can get its hands on. Every hastily-made campfire to ward off winter's bite, every lantern and jack-o-lantern flame, every desperate soul clinging to a body that cannot flee or fight back- all consumed when it finds them. It is slowly- oh so painfully slowly- building its way back up to the stolen divinity it once had.
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 just saw your new thread come up. I'm looking through the rules right now. It loos very cool.*
The second you mention Ghulheim you spot lightning stretch its crooked finger down from the heavens and fill a lone silo with flame. "Trap Hunger in the Starving Fields? The idea is not... foolish." He pauses for a long time. Something weighs heavy on his mind, "I cannot go into the ghoul's territory." His voice breaks and his shoulders seem to buckle under an enormous burden.
*I suppose I could have a little appearance of one of my lord’s rest characters, though they won’t stick around for long- probably just this interaction*
the former scourge of the stars comes across a lone campfire in the dead of night, surrounded by an unusually thick blanket of snow. Sitting at a felled log next to the fire is a short boy- no more than fifteen- wearing a red Christmas sweater. His snow-white hair swirls on his head like it’s whipped cream, and he has little antlers- antlers that seem to be made of chocolate wafer. His skin is fair, his face is freckled, and his nose is slightly red, as if he had the cold. In his hands he has a mug of hot chocolate. He hasn’t noticed the Death Angel yet, as they see them from afar.
*How much intelligence is left in the hunger? Can it converse? Reason?*
Julius, concerned, moves towards Augustus, to support him if need be. ”you wouldn’t have to-… I’ve convinced them it would be better for them to feast in Ghulheim than our country- we just need to open a ghoul gate and let them in… and then trap them.”
*Ghoul-ianth (the death angel in question) is just about as intelligent as it was before death- which is to say, scarily so. The Ravenous Flame is just about intelligent enough to speak and be reasoned with, but is mostly instinct-driven and would only bother communicating with someone if doing so would potentially net it more food.*
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 crooked flower stealthily approaches, like a predator debating whether the animal in front of them is worth killing. However, it doesn't try to appear hostile, remaining just at the edge of the firelight.
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)