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.
The boy twitches slightly as the flower gets closer, but doesn’t show any signs that they notice the Angel of emptiness get closer. He sips his hot cocoa.
*does Ghoulianth have any powers to sense creature type?*
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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
*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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
He turns his pumpkin head towards you and the flaming smile flashes, "You are a clever one, Prince. We'd be giving the Queen immense power... but if they are locked up it just might be worth it. We'd need Helianth to invite the inferno in."
*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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
He turns his pumpkin head towards you and the flaming smile flashes, "You are a clever one, Prince. We'd be giving the Queen immense power... but if they are locked up it just might be worth it. We'd need Helianth to invite the inferno in."
He smiles slightly. “It won’t take long for me to find Helianth and propose this to them-… then we’ll have one less problem to deal with.”
*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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
He turns his pumpkin head towards you and the flaming smile flashes, "You are a clever one, Prince. We'd be giving the Queen immense power... but if they are locked up it just might be worth it. We'd need Helianth to invite the inferno in."
He smiles slightly. “It won’t take long for me to find Helianth and propose this to them-… then we’ll have one less problem to deal with.”
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
*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.”
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
He turns his pumpkin head towards you and the flaming smile flashes, "You are a clever one, Prince. We'd be giving the Queen immense power... but if they are locked up it just might be worth it. We'd need Helianth to invite the inferno in."
He smiles slightly. “It won’t take long for me to find Helianth and propose this to them-… then we’ll have one less problem to deal with.”
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
He smiles and his candlelight eyes flicker. Despite his aging face, his eyes still shine bright. "It is a great encouragement to hear that. To know that... that if I'm ever gone there will be someone here who can care for the Autumn Country as a king should."
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
*oh. I have never been to a funeral before. I don’t exactly know what to say because I don’t think you need comforting, but I’m not entirely sure how you feel about it.*
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
*Man, I'm sorry you had to lose someone before you got the chance to know them. You learn a lot about a person from their funerals. But if it's for someone who spent their life well, I find they can be encouraging and inspiring.*
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
*oh. I have never been to a funeral before. I don’t exactly know what to say because I don’t think you need comforting, but I’m not entirely sure how you feel about it.*
*how do you feel about the whole thing?*
*I don't think I feel anything.*
*Wanna RP?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
He smiles and his candlelight eyes flicker. Despite his aging face, his eyes still shine bright. "It is a great encouragement to hear that. To know that... that if I'm ever gone there will be someone here who can care for the Autumn Country as a king should."
*since we’ve decided that Augustus and Julius are father and son I think, I actually decided to start describing Julius’ glowing eyes as candlelight eyes as well, to show that they have some resemblance. Originally, he just had glowing eyes.*
He sighs. “Please don’t-… don’t say that. I will-… if you are ever… unable to rule. But you-… you can’t be gone.” He replies, more trying to reassure himself than anything.
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
*oh. I have never been to a funeral before. I don’t exactly know what to say because I don’t think you need comforting, but I’m not entirely sure how you feel about it.*
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
He smiles and his candlelight eyes flicker. Despite his aging face, his eyes still shine bright. "It is a great encouragement to hear that. To know that... that if I'm ever gone there will be someone here who can care for the Autumn Country as a king should."
*since we’ve decided that Augustus and Julius are father and son I think, I actually decided to start describing Julius’ glowing eyes as candlelight eyes as well, to show that they have some resemblance. Originally, he just had glowing eyes.*
He sighs. “Please don’t-… don’t say that. I will-… if you are ever… unable to rule. But you-… you can’t be gone.” He replies, more trying to reassure himself than anything.
*Nice! That's a really cool detail to add.*
"What is Autumn? Is it not the season of dying? What sort of Autumn King would I be if I was free from Death's touch? I would not be fit to represent the season of ends if I my story had no finish. The Sweeper leaves this domain to me for now, but I've seen the way he looks at me. His knowing smile. There will come a time, be it soon or a thousand years from now, but that time will come. And when it does, there needs to be another who will shepherd the land and harvest the fields."
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.
The boy twitches slightly as the flower gets closer, but doesn’t show any signs that they notice the Angel of emptiness get closer. He sips his hot cocoa.
*does Ghoulianth have any powers to sense creature type?*
*Apologies for the long delay- I'm back now. As for your question, I do think that Helianth would be able to sense creature types.*
It makes its presence known, stepping just a touch closer to the fire. He can see what looks like hellish silverware made from woven flesh and bone and metal and many other things in its hands, and it watches the flame with a faint sense of hunger. "Greetings. Do you have room for one more at the fire?"
The masked strugel has appeared here, following Julius back home. His weapon, the Meat Grinder, is dripping with the blood of Winter Court Fey who came to investigate and speed up the process. He sings to himself as he saws apart a living Sugar Plum Meenlock, brandy spraying everywhere. His melodic tones mingle with the buzz of his senselessly messy device.
"First thing's first, ya'll don't impress me at all. Keeping me caged up, well I thicken the plot I wrote with the blood on the walls While I was chained up like a dog. Don't try to tell me what the price is, You know you're playing with your life, It's really nothing, can you blame me? I don't need nobody here to save me... Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't (GP)in hate me- No, you can't! Cause you know that I'm bad! The types of bad that you can't get The (GP) up out your head, I'm talking No! Regrets! For anything I said! If it were up to me None you monsters would be left!"
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
He smiles and his candlelight eyes flicker. Despite his aging face, his eyes still shine bright. "It is a great encouragement to hear that. To know that... that if I'm ever gone there will be someone here who can care for the Autumn Country as a king should."
*since we’ve decided that Augustus and Julius are father and son I think, I actually decided to start describing Julius’ glowing eyes as candlelight eyes as well, to show that they have some resemblance. Originally, he just had glowing eyes.*
He sighs. “Please don’t-… don’t say that. I will-… if you are ever… unable to rule. But you-… you can’t be gone.” He replies, more trying to reassure himself than anything.
*Nice! That's a really cool detail to add.*
"What is Autumn? Is it not the season of dying? What sort of Autumn King would I be if I was free from Death's touch? I would not be fit to represent the season of ends if I my story had no finish. The Sweeper leaves this domain to me for now, but I've seen the way he looks at me. His knowing smile. There will come a time, be it soon or a thousand years from now, but that time will come. And when it does, there needs to be another who will shepherd the land and harvest the fields."
He subtly wipes a tear of liquid flame from his eyes- playing it off as simply brushing his unruly hair out of his face. “Y-you’re right-…” he smiles slightly, though that doesn’t do much to mask his emotions. “I… just hope death gives you more time-glory… there’s so much I don’t know-… and I have spent so little time actually-“ he pauses, looking out to the Autumn Country, changing seasons for the first time in who knows how long. “-talking to you.”
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The boy twitches slightly as the flower gets closer, but doesn’t show any signs that they notice the Angel of emptiness get closer. He sips his hot cocoa.
*does Ghoulianth have any powers to sense creature type?*
*Back from dinner.*
He remains standing, but you sense a great pain inside, "So it wishes to enter those profane pastures? That makes the task much easier. But opening a Ghoul Gate is near impossible if you don't know the knocks and whispers of the ghoul folk. Am-- their Queen would never allow such a monstrosity to enter her realm without putting up a fight."
He pauses, considering something.
”Helianth-… not the ravenous flame- whatever is left of Helianth’s form-… is it not allied with the Ghoul Queen? The inferno is a part of Helianth-… perhaps Helianth wants to reunite with it?… that might give her rotting majesty reason to let the thing into her domain.”
He turns his pumpkin head towards you and the flaming smile flashes, "You are a clever one, Prince. We'd be giving the Queen immense power... but if they are locked up it just might be worth it. We'd need Helianth to invite the inferno in."
He smiles slightly. “It won’t take long for me to find Helianth and propose this to them-… then we’ll have one less problem to deal with.”
*Hey guys.*
*I'm le tired, but also le back*
*I go by many names.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*my dear Baalz! How art thou?*
The King raises his hands to his jack-o-lantern helm and pulls it over his head. His mane and beard of autumn leaves pours over his back and chest but something is terribly different. His face. His face is so incredibly old. Deep canyons of age crease face. Once strong cheekbones and powerful brow are now buried under sagging folds of weary flesh. You've always known he was ancient but now he looks every second of his true age. "Indeed," His voice drips as if it was soaked in eons, "You fight this threat well. I feel... it has been awhile since I've seen someone who truly cares for the Country."
The Prince seems shocked to see the king like this- is it Autumn fading into winter that is causing this- or the great stress upon this land- he clenches his fists, taking a deep breath. “Of course- m-my king… it’s my home.”
*I spoke at my Grandpa's funeral.*
*My mom didn't want to go despite dragging us over state lines to attend.*
*I barely knew the guy, but just reading about him and hearing the stories people shared inspired me.*
*He was a bully sometimes, but he was also kind and creative and irreverent and funny and had all sorts of skills and people liked him for all the things he did for them and how he affected their lives.*
*And my mother told nothing but horror stories about him. I thought he was a layabout who made the occasional painting and loved hurting people. We rarely went to visit him, and I avoided him whenever possible because I thought he would bully me too.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles and his candlelight eyes flicker. Despite his aging face, his eyes still shine bright. "It is a great encouragement to hear that. To know that... that if I'm ever gone there will be someone here who can care for the Autumn Country as a king should."
*oh. I have never been to a funeral before. I don’t exactly know what to say because I don’t think you need comforting, but I’m not entirely sure how you feel about it.*
*how do you feel about the whole thing?*
*Man, I'm sorry you had to lose someone before you got the chance to know them. You learn a lot about a person from their funerals. But if it's for someone who spent their life well, I find they can be encouraging and inspiring.*
*Family drama sucks dude. I'm sorry about that.*
*I don't think I feel anything.*
*Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*since we’ve decided that Augustus and Julius are father and son I think, I actually decided to start describing Julius’ glowing eyes as candlelight eyes as well, to show that they have some resemblance. Originally, he just had glowing eyes.*
He sighs. “Please don’t-… don’t say that. I will-… if you are ever… unable to rule. But you-… you can’t be gone.” He replies, more trying to reassure himself than anything.
*sure! Who would you like, of my characters?*
*Nice! That's a really cool detail to add.*
"What is Autumn? Is it not the season of dying? What sort of Autumn King would I be if I was free from Death's touch? I would not be fit to represent the season of ends if I my story had no finish. The Sweeper leaves this domain to me for now, but I've seen the way he looks at me. His knowing smile. There will come a time, be it soon or a thousand years from now, but that time will come. And when it does, there needs to be another who will shepherd the land and harvest the fields."
*Apologies for the long delay- I'm back now. As for your question, I do think that Helianth would be able to sense creature types.*
It makes its presence known, stepping just a touch closer to the fire. He can see what looks like hellish silverware made from woven flesh and bone and metal and many other things in its hands, and it watches the flame with a faint sense of hunger. "Greetings. Do you have room for one more at the fire?"
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 masked strugel has appeared here, following Julius back home. His weapon, the Meat Grinder, is dripping with the blood of Winter Court Fey who came to investigate and speed up the process. He sings to himself as he saws apart a living Sugar Plum Meenlock, brandy spraying everywhere. His melodic tones mingle with the buzz of his senselessly messy device.
Keeping me caged up, well I thicken the plot
I wrote with the blood on the walls
While I was chained up like a dog.
Don't try to tell me what the price is,
You know you're playing with your life, It's
really nothing, can you blame me?
I don't need nobody here to save me...
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't (GP)in hate me-
No, you can't!
Cause you know that I'm bad!
The types of bad that you can't get
The (GP) up out your head, I'm talking
No! Regrets!
For anything I said!
If it were up to me
None you monsters would be left!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He subtly wipes a tear of liquid flame from his eyes- playing it off as simply brushing his unruly hair out of his face. “Y-you’re right-…” he smiles slightly, though that doesn’t do much to mask his emotions. “I… just hope death gives you more time-glory… there’s so much I don’t know-… and I have spent so little time actually-“ he pauses, looking out to the Autumn Country, changing seasons for the first time in who knows how long. “-talking to you.”