The middle-aged fox smiles gently. "No good farmer lacks a shotgun, or hunter a rifle. We have more farmers than hunters, but as you say, we are fond of the hunt. This town has a long, long history of hunters, not all of them dutiful. We had to bring the wildlife back some time ago, but we were as overzealous as the hunters way back. So the people buy firearms to protect themselves. I instated the license system to protect the local animal population, but if it's on your land, you have the right to shoot it if you don't waste it."
He pulls out a small piece of paper. "Now, I know these lands are all yours, but it would still be nice for you to have a permit. Makes the spirits all comfortable-like. I've already signed everything, and there isn't much to read, but if you intend to hunt here I'd like you to read this and give your own signature."
The Autumn King takes the paper with his large hand. “I think it would be right for me to have a permit. A king should lead by example.” His fox hounds sniff around the workshop as he quickly scans the permit.
It is a simple permit regarding these specific woods around the village. It grants him the "right" to hunt a limited amount of game during certain months of the year. This particular license allows the Autumn King an ample amount of time and quite a body count if he so desires, but it does have one stipulation: he must use every part of the animal in some way, and any part he fails to do so with must be returned to Mayor Drowse. It lists decoration and adornment as "uses," but it specifies that using the body to fertilize land outside of the village is not okay.
The fox hounds find a bucket of lard beside a small wooden refrigerator filled with bones and meat, a couple of eggs, and a single bottle of milk. There is a list of simple recipes on the front, mostly for meat pies. One is circled with the words "Knight's Favorite" beside it.
He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
The Autumn King takes the paper with his large hand. “I think it would be right for me to have a permit. A king should lead by example.” His fox hounds sniff around the workshop as he quickly scans the permit.
It is a simple permit regarding these specific woods around the village. It grants him the "right" to hunt a limited amount of game during certain months of the year. This particular license allows the Autumn King an ample amount of time and quite a body count if he so desires, but it does have one stipulation: he must use every part of the animal in some way, and any part he fails to do so with must be returned to Mayor Drowse. It lists decoration and adornment as "uses," but it specifies that using the body to fertilize land outside of the village is not okay.
The fox hounds find a bucket of lard beside a small wooden refrigerator filled with bones and meat, a couple of eggs, and a single bottle of milk. There is a list of simple recipes on the front, mostly for meat pies. One is circled with the words "Knight's Favorite" beside it.
He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
*Sweet profile pic*
*Thank you!*
He chuckles sweetly. "Forgive me but no thank you, my lord. While I appreciate the offer, I've never mounted a ride other than my car."
The Autumn King takes the paper with his large hand. “I think it would be right for me to have a permit. A king should lead by example.” His fox hounds sniff around the workshop as he quickly scans the permit.
It is a simple permit regarding these specific woods around the village. It grants him the "right" to hunt a limited amount of game during certain months of the year. This particular license allows the Autumn King an ample amount of time and quite a body count if he so desires, but it does have one stipulation: he must use every part of the animal in some way, and any part he fails to do so with must be returned to Mayor Drowse. It lists decoration and adornment as "uses," but it specifies that using the body to fertilize land outside of the village is not okay.
The fox hounds find a bucket of lard beside a small wooden refrigerator filled with bones and meat, a couple of eggs, and a single bottle of milk. There is a list of simple recipes on the front, mostly for meat pies. One is circled with the words "Knight's Favorite" beside it.
He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
*Sweet profile pic*
*Thank you!*
He chuckles sweetly. "Forgive me but no thank you, my lord. While I appreciate the offer, I've never mounted a ride other than my car."
“Are you certain? Your car is an acceptable steed. The mounts of the riders are always varied.”
He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
*Sweet profile pic*
*Thank you!*
He chuckles sweetly. "Forgive me but no thank you, my lord. While I appreciate the offer, I've never mounted a ride other than my car."
“Are you certain? Your car is an acceptable steed. The mounts of the riders are always varied.”
He thinks for a bit. "Your offer is tempting, I admit. To ride with the King Himself on a Hunt... but I have work here. One of the members of my household is immobile for the foreseeable future, and it would be irresponsible to have others take care of them for that whole time. Another thing I have to keep in mind is that I'm the local therapist and pharmacist, so I need to be ready in case of an emergency."
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
*Sweet profile pic*
*Thank you!*
He chuckles sweetly. "Forgive me but no thank you, my lord. While I appreciate the offer, I've never mounted a ride other than my car."
“Are you certain? Your car is an acceptable steed. The mounts of the riders are always varied.”
He thinks for a bit. "Your offer is tempting, I admit. To ride with the King Himself on a Hunt... but I have work here. One of the members of my household is immobile for the foreseeable future, and it would be irresponsible to have others take care of them for that whole time. Another thing I have to keep in mind is that I'm the local therapist and pharmacist, so I need to be ready in case of an emergency."
He nods, “I understand. You have responsibilities that come first, but if you are ever able you are welcome to join the next one.” He considers, “What sort of hindrance plagues your household? I may be able to aid you, or at the very least provide you with aid.”
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
*I'm doing great! I'm happy to have quite a few of my best friends on here! I would interact with your post, but I'm not sure how.*
*Also, my parents just left to get Sonic(an American fast food chain, not the hedgehog or screwdriver)!*
*I know October is a popular autumn month, but I'm more fond of November since it has the birthdays of my father and youngest brother and I enjoy Thanksgiving.*
For quite some time now, a strange occurrence has taken place throughout the Autumn Country for as long as people can remember. In the middle of the night, various small bits of foodstuff and ingredients tend to disappear without a trace. The amount is never enough to cause too much issue for those they were taken from, but still people would be perplex by the items vanishing.
Then, people began to find various foods and drinks left around for them, placed in places so they would be found by the person they were intended for. Someone taking a break from plowing the fields would find a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and frozen fruit treats that doesn't seem to melt until the person begins to consume it. A child crying that was awoken by a nightmare finding a glass of warm milk and freshly baked cookies. A family on hard times with meager funds coming home to a table filled with warm meats, fresh bread and an array of fruits and veggies. Everyone that partakes in this mysterious food tells of it being some of the best food they have ever had, always leaving them satisfied and full no matter the portion size. No one knows who or what could be doing this, but people have come to call the one who leaves the food behind the "Spirit of Sustenance". Some that have been blessed by the spirit's gifts have even begun to leave out small amount of food stuffs, hoping that these offering can be used so others can receive such culinary gifts.
On occasion, in the middle of the night, someone who has just discovered on of these culinary gifts have spotted a figure in the woods dotting the Autumn Country. The silhouette of a tall shadowy being with glowing red eye and large antler like horns, before in the blink of an eye, the figure is gone as if it was never there at all.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
(Gud! :3)
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The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
*I'm doing great! I'm happy to have quite a few of my best friends on here! I would interact with your post, but I'm not sure how.*
*Also, my parents just left to get Sonic(an American fast food chain, not the hedgehog or screwdriver)!*
*that’s fair. I could put him approaching your village if that would make it easier, as long as it has lots of farmers.*
*very cool, also I did not know there was a such thing as a sonic screwdriver. I’ve been to a Sonic before though.*
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
You notice a troop of very ragged figures marching along the road towards a hill. They carry bundles of straw on their backs.
*I’m doing great. Tomorrow I’ll be juggling for charity so I’m looking forward to that.*
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
You notice a troops of very ragged figures marching along the road towards a hill. They carry bundles of straw on their backs.
Julius smiles upon seeing others, and strides over until he is a few feet behind them, not talking to them but simply watching them. He doesn’t interact with people much.
“Are you certain? Your car is an acceptable steed. The mounts of the riders are always varied.”
He thinks for a bit. "Your offer is tempting, I admit. To ride with the King Himself on a Hunt... but I have work here. One of the members of my household is immobile for the foreseeable future, and it would be irresponsible to have others take care of them for that whole time. Another thing I have to keep in mind is that I'm the local therapist and pharmacist, so I need to be ready in case of an emergency."
He nods, “I understand. You have responsibilities that come first, but if you are ever able you are welcome to join the next one.” He considers, “What sort of hindrance plagues your household? I may be able to aid you, or at the very least provide you with aid.”
"My spouse... I... well... Thousands of years of combined lifetimes takes a toll on the very soul. Most of my people believe them to be gone, but in truth, I'm afraid one or the other would be hurt by the reveal. Please do not speak to others of this, but the history of this land rots those who dare claim ownership of it. My spouse is the holder of the deed, and they have simultaneously deteriorated and developed in both mind and body. Caring for them is easy, aside from one detail: they are empathic. They feel the emotions of the entire town."
He sighs, picking up a small bottle of pills and taking one. "I love them so much, but the sins of this land curse us. See, the hunters, the four nobles who used to own this clearing, they used it as an enormous stink pit. Edge to edge, rotting animals and political rivals. Their spirits dwell in my love, my Knight. I only tell you because you have the right to know. While I could not stop you if you so desired, please, I beg of you, tell no one."
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
*I'm doing great! I'm happy to have quite a few of my best friends on here! I would interact with your post, but I'm not sure how.*
*Also, my parents just left to get Sonic(an American fast food chain, not the hedgehog or screwdriver)!*
*that’s fair. I could put him approaching your village if that would make it easier, as long as it has lots of farmers.*
*very cool, also I did not know there was a such thing as a sonic screwdriver. I’ve been to a Sonic before though.*
*Oh, there are tons of farmers. It's a farming village! I would love for you to put him on the approach. He would probably notice that the land is particularly fertile, but super haunted, even for the Autumn Country.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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He smiles when finished. “Waste not want not. Your rules are… oddly specific but well thought of. To waste a beasts life is folly.” He sticks his thumb into the air and its tip suddenly blazes with candle flame. He then presses his thumb down on the page sending tendrils of smoke into the air. When he raises his thumb, the shape of an autumn leaf is printed on the page on the signature line, his insignia.
“If I was to organize a Wild Hunt would you like to be a rider?”
*Sweet profile pic*
*This looks good! I love the concept. I will make a character for this.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
The wind whistles and cackles, autumn leaves dance in the sky. The moon smiles as the hard work of all of the farmers out there is paying off. Walking through the woods, beneath the canopies of trees and on the neglected paths through the deep woods, a prince makes his way all around the country. Wearing fine noble clothes and a cloak of decaying leaves, his crown made of woven wheat, resting on his well styled reddish brown hair, a few strands hanging in front of his face. He has tan, freckled skin, and fiery orange eyes. At his side, a pristine bronze sickle with the words, ‘carver,’ on its hilt. His footsteps, crunching leaves and twigs, sound almost like the clip-clop of a beast of Burden’s hooves. He wears a pair of black gloves as well as topaz earrings. His cloak is pinned together at his neck with a silver pumpkin pin. Around him, plants grow wildly, making months of growth in mere moments, fruits and flowers blossoming around him, before the fruits and flowers begin to rot and decay with every step he takes away from them. He picks an apple from a tree, takes a bite out of it, and as he’s chewing it, the rest of the fruit withers away to dust.
those from Autumn country likely know of him, though he is reclusive most months besides this very season, as Julius, the Harvest prince. He makes his way across the lands, surveying the harvest and granting his blessings or curses to the fields of those he sees fit. Other months, he stays at his secluded pumpkin patch in the deep dark woods, or attending meetings with others of the Court.
*Thank you!*
He chuckles sweetly. "Forgive me but no thank you, my lord. While I appreciate the offer, I've never mounted a ride other than my car."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Skringle Skrongle! You're here!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“Are you certain? Your car is an acceptable steed. The mounts of the riders are always varied.”
He thinks for a bit. "Your offer is tempting, I admit. To ride with the King Himself on a Hunt... but I have work here. One of the members of my household is immobile for the foreseeable future, and it would be irresponsible to have others take care of them for that whole time. Another thing I have to keep in mind is that I'm the local therapist and pharmacist, so I need to be ready in case of an emergency."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
(Octobah!!!!)
(Gonna need a lil' while. Making characters takes so long when I gotta find paper, lol.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*WOOOWOOWOOWOO THE HORROR*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*bumps into post in the deep dark of the night*
*how is everyone?*
He nods, “I understand. You have responsibilities that come first, but if you are ever able you are welcome to join the next one.” He considers, “What sort of hindrance plagues your household? I may be able to aid you, or at the very least provide you with aid.”
*I'm doing great! I'm happy to have quite a few of my best friends on here! I would interact with your post, but I'm not sure how.*
*Also, my parents just left to get Sonic(an American fast food chain, not the hedgehog or screwdriver)!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I know October is a popular autumn month, but I'm more fond of November since it has the birthdays of my father and youngest brother and I enjoy Thanksgiving.*
For quite some time now, a strange occurrence has taken place throughout the Autumn Country for as long as people can remember. In the middle of the night, various small bits of foodstuff and ingredients tend to disappear without a trace. The amount is never enough to cause too much issue for those they were taken from, but still people would be perplex by the items vanishing.
Then, people began to find various foods and drinks left around for them, placed in places so they would be found by the person they were intended for. Someone taking a break from plowing the fields would find a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and frozen fruit treats that doesn't seem to melt until the person begins to consume it. A child crying that was awoken by a nightmare finding a glass of warm milk and freshly baked cookies. A family on hard times with meager funds coming home to a table filled with warm meats, fresh bread and an array of fruits and veggies. Everyone that partakes in this mysterious food tells of it being some of the best food they have ever had, always leaving them satisfied and full no matter the portion size. No one knows who or what could be doing this, but people have come to call the one who leaves the food behind the "Spirit of Sustenance". Some that have been blessed by the spirit's gifts have even begun to leave out small amount of food stuffs, hoping that these offering can be used so others can receive such culinary gifts.
On occasion, in the middle of the night, someone who has just discovered on of these culinary gifts have spotted a figure in the woods dotting the Autumn Country. The silhouette of a tall shadowy being with glowing red eye and large antler like horns, before in the blink of an eye, the figure is gone as if it was never there at all.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
(Gud! :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*that’s fair. I could put him approaching your village if that would make it easier, as long as it has lots of farmers.*
*very cool, also I did not know there was a such thing as a sonic screwdriver. I’ve been to a Sonic before though.*
You notice a troop of very ragged figures marching along the road towards a hill. They carry bundles of straw on their backs.
*I’m doing great. Tomorrow I’ll be juggling for charity so I’m looking forward to that.*
Julius smiles upon seeing others, and strides over until he is a few feet behind them, not talking to them but simply watching them. He doesn’t interact with people much.
*and dark, about the juggling for charity, that’s absolutely awesome. Good luck!*
"My spouse... I... well... Thousands of years of combined lifetimes takes a toll on the very soul. Most of my people believe them to be gone, but in truth, I'm afraid one or the other would be hurt by the reveal. Please do not speak to others of this, but the history of this land rots those who dare claim ownership of it. My spouse is the holder of the deed, and they have simultaneously deteriorated and developed in both mind and body. Caring for them is easy, aside from one detail: they are empathic. They feel the emotions of the entire town."
He sighs, picking up a small bottle of pills and taking one. "I love them so much, but the sins of this land curse us. See, the hunters, the four nobles who used to own this clearing, they used it as an enormous stink pit. Edge to edge, rotting animals and political rivals. Their spirits dwell in my love, my Knight. I only tell you because you have the right to know. While I could not stop you if you so desired, please, I beg of you, tell no one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Oh, there are tons of farmers. It's a farming village! I would love for you to put him on the approach. He would probably notice that the land is particularly fertile, but super haunted, even for the Autumn Country.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.