*A servant of the Winter Court would also be cool seeing as the boundary between the two is getting thinner. Pick whatever you want and I'll help if you'd like*.
*alright! I’m thinking of making a servant of winter, possibly based off a holiday like the flame of fawkes and other characters for extra flavor, and then I’ll also be making a character for Baalz’ sugarplum court.*
*Nice! What sort of holiday do you have in mind? Christmas of course is the first to come to mind for me. There's also winter solstice.*
*I was thinking possibly Boxing Day, which is the day after Christmas and is dedicated to giving gifts to those who can’t afford them, as well as being a day for the servants to celebrate after the busy of Christmas Day is over*
*Boxing Day is great! It's also St. Stephan's Day and Wren's Day and the folklore is all connected. Have you heard of the hunting of the wren? I did a ton of research into it for the comic I'm writing because the second issue is all about Wren's Day.*
*I have not, actually! I’ll look into it while making the character. I knew it was also St. Stephan’s day but I’m hadn’t looked into what that was about.*
*Legend has it that the wren is the most treacherous of all birds. When Saint Stephan was hiding from his persecutors, the Wren cried out from a nearby bush and thus he was martyred. When an ancient Celtic army snuck towards the enemy camp, the Wren hopped upon their drums arousing their foes and thus the battle was lost. Some say the Wren was an ancient druidess who would transform into a beautiful siren and lure sailors to their deaths.*
*An even older tale tells of the Wren's deceit and ambition. One day all the birds that filled the heavens gathered together to choose a king to rule the feathered folk. After much debate, they decided that whoever could fly the highest would be fit to be their king. To no one's surprise, the Eagle climbed higher than all the rest and it looked like the crown would be his. However, when that regal bird cloud fly no higher, the Wren darted out from under his wing and flew just a few feet farther into the sky. The tricky little bird had hitched a ride on the Eagle without his knowing and had one the contest. She received the crown but none of the other birds felt she was fit to be their ruler. Ruler she was though, and none of the birds dared to raise beak or talon against their queen. They plotted together and decided to fill a bowl with their tears and drown the Wren in their trap. Just as they wept the last drop into the bowl, the clumsy Owl knocked it over and spilt all their tears onto the dirt. This is why the Owl is the most miserable of birds and since then the Wren has been the queen of all birds.*
*Some believe (I think it's just the French) that the Wren and the Robin are both the same species. The Robin is the husband and the Wren is the wife. There are multiple accounts as to why the Robin's chest is red. Some say it is because he carried the sun back on a leaf when it was once lost. Others say the Robin carries dew drops to the sinners burning in Hell in an attempt to quench their thirst and the hellfire scorched his chest red. Whatever the mode of the reddening, it is clear that the Robin is a noble and self-sacrificing bird. Whether or not the two are married is unclear but during Wren's Day the Robin hunts the Wren along with all the faithful folk of Britain.*
*I said that during Wren's Day there is a hunt for the Wren. The country folk dress up in mummer's outfits and chase the traitor over hill and dale with slings and clubs. Once the bird is knocked from the sky, it is tied to a pole by ribbons and bells and paraded through town. Sometimes still alive. Then the children go door to door and sell each household a feather for good luck and earn a few pennies. Lastly, the bird is buried and mourned and a traditional song is sung for its death.*
*Look up Wren's Day mummers. They look terrifying and amazing.*
She hears him muttering something. "Poor baby... Born at the wrong time, in the wrong place... A whole world of possibilities, and yet... I'm sorry you'll have to see this..."
*Thank you for your patience.*
She turns her large eyes away from the bonfire and back at him. "...Have to see what?"
He chokes on his words, making musical notes, and eventually chooses to say nothing. He hugs her a bit tighter, then lets go.
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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.
Standing near a clear brook in a silent holler of the Autumn Country is an ancient Woodsprite. The spirit takes the form of a tall, flat featured man with a head of iron, a body of bronze, and cast iron hands. His serene face stares motionless at the trickling water. He has received word from his king and waits for a hunter to take him hunting.
in the grove of the rotman, there is..... a festival of sorts. multiple people in green cloaks dancing and chanting around a wicker man. but they aren't celebrating the harvest. this wicker man will never burn. they are celebrating the coming winter. it means he's waking up. he will rise soon. it was foretold.
the wicker man is to become the rotman's latest creation. an engine of bone.
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Pronouns: Any/All
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!!!!!!
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
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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)
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
*My friend!*
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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.
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
*My friend!*
*My friend! Hello! How doth thee fare upon this interval of time?*
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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)
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
*My friend!*
*My friend! Hello! How doth thee fare upon this interval of time?*
*Having a hard time focusing. I'm trying to make a Sugarplum Court Hunter but I keep getting distracted, which is especially easy because I don't have any ideas.*
*I do my best not to half-*ss characters, even if they are likely to die. I want to love all of my bois, and this one is no different.*
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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.
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
*My friend!*
*My friend! Hello! How doth thee fare upon this interval of time?*
*Having a hard time focusing. I'm trying to make a Sugarplum Court Hunter but I keep getting distracted, which is especially easy because I don't have any ideas.*
*I do my best not to half-*ss characters, even if they are likely to die. I want to love all of my bois, and this one is no different.*
*I'm sorry you're having a hard time figuring out what to make. I understand not wanting to put less effort into this character compared to others- I try to do a similar thing with my own characters.*
*Is there some way I could help?*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Concept: Comte Maribaleine (Count Whale-Husband) of the Sugarplum Court*
*Formerly a military captain from a foreign land, he and his troops were horribly warped by the influence of the Sugarplum Court. He thought he was there to make peace, but he had no idea that his people were the offerings.*
*He's a big semi-aquatic monster who retains a heart due to the desire of the courts to watch him cry over his beloved "men," which no longer resemble humanoids in body or mind. He is big on logistics, and is very cuddly despite his fishy nature.*
*Full of spite, he does not attack his foes directly most of the time, instead pushing them to the edge and making deals too good to refuse, much like a devil.*
*Concept: Comte Maribaleine (Count Whale-Husband) of the Sugarplum Court*
*Formerly a military captain from a foreign land, he and his troops were horribly warped by the influence of the Sugarplum Court. He thought he was there to make peace, but he had no idea that his people were the offerings.*
*He's a big semi-aquatic monster who retains a heart due to the desire of the courts to watch him cry over his beloved "men," which no longer resemble humanoids in body or mind. He is big on logistics, and is very cuddly despite his fishy nature.*
*Full of spite, he does not attack his foes directly most of the time, instead pushing them to the edge and making deals too good to refuse, much like a devil.*
*This looks like an amazing starting concept! I find it really interesting that there's a sort-of dichotomy between his spiteful and manipulative tactics and his more cuddly friendly demeanor. Maybe one of those sides is a facade of sorts?*
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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)
*Concept: Comte Maribaleine (Count Whale-Husband) of the Sugarplum Court*
*Formerly a military captain from a foreign land, he and his troops were horribly warped by the influence of the Sugarplum Court. He thought he was there to make peace, but he had no idea that his people were the offerings.*
*He's a big semi-aquatic monster who retains a heart due to the desire of the courts to watch him cry over his beloved "men," which no longer resemble humanoids in body or mind. He is big on logistics, and is very cuddly despite his fishy nature.*
*Full of spite, he does not attack his foes directly most of the time, instead pushing them to the edge and making deals too good to refuse, much like a devil.*
*This looks like an amazing starting concept! I find it really interesting that there's a sort-of dichotomy between his spiteful and manipulative tactics and his more cuddly friendly demeanor. Maybe one of those sides is a facade of sorts?*
*I love that idea. Perhaps the evil side is a front he puts up to protect himself and his horrific fish-hounds.*
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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.
*Concept: Comte Maribaleine (Count Whale-Husband) of the Sugarplum Court*
*Formerly a military captain from a foreign land, he and his troops were horribly warped by the influence of the Sugarplum Court. He thought he was there to make peace, but he had no idea that his people were the offerings.*
*He's a big semi-aquatic monster who retains a heart due to the desire of the courts to watch him cry over his beloved "men," which no longer resemble humanoids in body or mind. He is big on logistics, and is very cuddly despite his fishy nature.*
*Full of spite, he does not attack his foes directly most of the time, instead pushing them to the edge and making deals too good to refuse, much like a devil.*
*This looks like an amazing starting concept! I find it really interesting that there's a sort-of dichotomy between his spiteful and manipulative tactics and his more cuddly friendly demeanor. Maybe one of those sides is a facade of sorts?*
*I love that idea. Perhaps the evil side is a front he puts up to protect himself and his horrific fish-hounds.*
*That sounds really interesting! Maybe he feels guilty about putting up a villainous facade- he knows it's an act to protect himself and his men, but can still barely stomach even playing the villain?*
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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)
*I love that idea. Perhaps the evil side is a front he puts up to protect himself and his horrific fish-hounds.*
*That sounds really interesting! Maybe he feels guilty about putting up a villainous facade- he knows it's an act to protect himself and his men, but can still barely stomach even playing the villain?*
*Brilliant!*
*I imagine since logistics are his specialty, Winter is his best season, making him a natural choice for the first Hunter to send out. He cuts off your supplies while increasing his own stores, thus removing the need for direct combat.*
*And of course, his cooking specialty is fish. He utilizes glamour about the same level of your average fey, but I imagine he relies mostly on smell and taste instead of beautiful visuals. His presentation is vile, but once you take a bite you won't question him anymore.*
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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.
*Legend has it that the wren is the most treacherous of all birds. When Saint Stephan was hiding from his persecutors, the Wren cried out from a nearby bush and thus he was martyred. When an ancient Celtic army snuck towards the enemy camp, the Wren hopped upon their drums arousing their foes and thus the battle was lost. Some say the Wren was an ancient druidess who would transform into a beautiful siren and lure sailors to their deaths.*
*An even older tale tells of the Wren's deceit and ambition. One day all the birds that filled the heavens gathered together to choose a king to rule the feathered folk. After much debate, they decided that whoever could fly the highest would be fit to be their king. To no one's surprise, the Eagle climbed higher than all the rest and it looked like the crown would be his. However, when that regal bird cloud fly no higher, the Wren darted out from under his wing and flew just a few feet farther into the sky. The tricky little bird had hitched a ride on the Eagle without his knowing and had one the contest. She received the crown but none of the other birds felt she was fit to be their ruler. Ruler she was though, and none of the birds dared to raise beak or talon against their queen. They plotted together and decided to fill a bowl with their tears and drown the Wren in their trap. Just as they wept the last drop into the bowl, the clumsy Owl knocked it over and spilt all their tears onto the dirt. This is why the Owl is the most miserable of birds and since then the Wren has been the queen of all birds.*
*Some believe (I think it's just the French) that the Wren and the Robin are both the same species. The Robin is the husband and the Wren is the wife. There are multiple accounts as to why the Robin's chest is red. Some say it is because he carried the sun back on a leaf when it was once lost. Others say the Robin carries dew drops to the sinners burning in Hell in an attempt to quench their thirst and the hellfire scorched his chest red. Whatever the mode of the reddening, it is clear that the Robin is a noble and self-sacrificing bird. Whether or not the two are married is unclear but during Wren's Day the Robin hunts the Wren along with all the faithful folk of Britain.*
*I said that during Wren's Day there is a hunt for the Wren. The country folk dress up in mummer's outfits and chase the traitor over hill and dale with slings and clubs. Once the bird is knocked from the sky, it is tied to a pole by ribbons and bells and paraded through town. Sometimes still alive. Then the children go door to door and sell each household a feather for good luck and earn a few pennies. Lastly, the bird is buried and mourned and a traditional song is sung for its death.*
*Look up Wren's Day mummers. They look terrifying and amazing.*
He chokes on his words, making musical notes, and eventually chooses to say nothing. He hugs her a bit tighter, then lets go.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Idea: Cozy log cabin with a friendly but mysterious monster within that wants to help protect and prepare others against the coming winter.*
*The Sugarplum Court may have a hand in this...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi Baal*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Tonight, our demons will join us*
*Stay warm, stay safe, stay hidden*
*And remember that you are loved*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*For you Baalz whenever you're ready.*
Standing near a clear brook in a silent holler of the Autumn Country is an ancient Woodsprite. The spirit takes the form of a tall, flat featured man with a head of iron, a body of bronze, and cast iron hands. His serene face stares motionless at the trickling water. He has received word from his king and waits for a hunter to take him hunting.
in the grove of the rotman, there is..... a festival of sorts. multiple people in green cloaks dancing and chanting around a wicker man. but they aren't celebrating the harvest. this wicker man will never burn. they are celebrating the coming winter. it means he's waking up. he will rise soon. it was foretold.
the wicker man is to become the rotman's latest creation. an engine of bone.
Pronouns: Any/All
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!!!!!!
*Dang, I am not fast at making characters. I don't even have a good idea for the first Hunter yet.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yes, I know. I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I just... I'm very very sorry, but I haven't eaten in some time... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING...*
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)
*My friend!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My friend! Hello! How doth thee fare upon this interval of time?*
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)
*Having a hard time focusing. I'm trying to make a Sugarplum Court Hunter but I keep getting distracted, which is especially easy because I don't have any ideas.*
*I do my best not to half-*ss characters, even if they are likely to die. I want to love all of my bois, and this one is no different.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm sorry you're having a hard time figuring out what to make. I understand not wanting to put less effort into this character compared to others- I try to do a similar thing with my own characters.*
*Is there some way I could help?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Concept: Comte Maribaleine (Count Whale-Husband) of the Sugarplum Court*
*Formerly a military captain from a foreign land, he and his troops were horribly warped by the influence of the Sugarplum Court. He thought he was there to make peace, but he had no idea that his people were the offerings.*
*He's a big semi-aquatic monster who retains a heart due to the desire of the courts to watch him cry over his beloved "men," which no longer resemble humanoids in body or mind. He is big on logistics, and is very cuddly despite his fishy nature.*
*Full of spite, he does not attack his foes directly most of the time, instead pushing them to the edge and making deals too good to refuse, much like a devil.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This looks like an amazing starting concept! I find it really interesting that there's a sort-of dichotomy between his spiteful and manipulative tactics and his more cuddly friendly demeanor. Maybe one of those sides is a facade of sorts?*
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 love that idea. Perhaps the evil side is a front he puts up to protect himself and his horrific fish-hounds.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds really interesting! Maybe he feels guilty about putting up a villainous facade- he knows it's an act to protect himself and his men, but can still barely stomach even playing the villain?*
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)
*Brilliant!*
*I imagine since logistics are his specialty, Winter is his best season, making him a natural choice for the first Hunter to send out. He cuts off your supplies while increasing his own stores, thus removing the need for direct combat.*
*And of course, his cooking specialty is fish. He utilizes glamour about the same level of your average fey, but I imagine he relies mostly on smell and taste instead of beautiful visuals. His presentation is vile, but once you take a bite you won't question him anymore.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hmmm...*
*Should I introduce my fish man after he beats Piecemeal offscreen or let the fight play out?*
*I'm thinking the latter is the better idea.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.