"Oh, and it will be delicious." Comes the unworried voice of the great demon. "Thank you for saving me the time, my precious dessert. No need for introductions. Your innumerable failings to keep me sealed have identified you well enough. I will feast on your family now and forevermore, and I promise endless suffering to every last one you raise. Every corpse will be sundered, every child devoured... until I have you, dearest. My beloved. My perfect bite."
There is the scream of some enraged banshee that is soon joined by a dreadful chorus of wails that pour from throats that have swallowed many a swollen corpse. You can hear chipped nails being scraped across dry stone and fists slamming into grave dirt and rotten teeth gnashing.
But aside from all that there ain't much of a response.
All the sound disappears, the air magically stilled. The looming, malformed shadow of CRAVEBOIL appears before the queen. "Shhhh... You knew the risks, my sweet. The risks of such a grave disruption in the order of things. The weakening of Augustus. The salvation of the Barley King. The approach of Winter. Don't cry, baby... no one cares. No one is coming to save you, no matter who you call from the great beyond. No one is going to be left to love you, precious. I'll make sure of it."
All the built-up sound comes rushing back in a massive, raging explosion.
*My internet is very slow for some reason right now... I just realized its probably because of the thunderstorm... anyways if I'm slow to respond that's why.*
You sense the glow of countless candles throughout the library but nothing quite like the flame you seek. However, there is the faintest glimmer of a fire that is very familiar to you. Something that smells/tastes/feels/looks a lot like the Frenzied Flame. It is in this Library, but deep within its shelves.
It pauses for a moment as it notices this familiar, delectable flavor, and for a moment forgets what it came here to do... though while it's searching for one magical flame, it thinks, it might as well look for the second. It follows the faint flavor of the Frenzied Flame, hoping to find its source at the trail's end.
Your hunt for this strange remnant takes you farther and farther into the shelves. The towering cabinets only seem to grow higher and higher and they are decked in beautifully bound books. Occasionally you'll come across a tower of slots stuffed full of yellowed scrolls.
Then you come across a portion of the shelving that most would walk on past. You however, can sense the flame directly behind it. After inspecting it for a few moments, you discover that it is indeed a concealed doorway. A doorway into a cluttered study. A cluttered study with not an ounce of open table space and with an intricately complicated model of the solar system dangling from the ceiling. A study with a small lamp hanging from a hook. Inside that lamp flickers perhaps the last fragment of a very familiar flame. A piece of the Frenzied Flame.
But strangely, this study is completely devoid of the Librarian and you have not seen the keeper of these books or his bird eyes in all your wanderings.
The ever-starving, never-satisfied wretch quickly finds the hidden doorway and looks around the study. The first thing it does is take the lantern from its hook and devour that lingering piece of the Frenzied Flame, feeling itself grow even stronger and even hungrier in equal measure. Another step closer to godhood. The second thing it does, though, is close the secret doorway behind it to avoid any potential eavesdroppers thinking something is amiss. Then, it inspects all the papers it can find, hoping to glean some more information about its next objective.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The druid holds out his hands and takes the ball of flame. "I'll put some in the communal fire pit, and a little bit in each fireplace. I'll keep some for myself, so I can feed it and bring it to other villages."
CRAVEBOIL grabs Douxgras' shoulder. "This is the trolley problem, vessel. It may be innocent, but it will kill so many more innocents if you do nothing now." "This isn't the time for paranoia. We are all suffering, and we need every hand we can get. If it becomes a problem, then we deal with it appropriately, but that isn't the case right now and we can't afford to kill people for no reason."
Its friendly mask again slips for a moment, the crooked flower staring the abyssal being down with a quiet calculating anger, before it remembers itself and reassumes its previous demeanor. "Yes, we're all dealing with far too much panic and suffering to be picky with allies. The trolly is still a while away- that difficult decision can wait for after the immediate peril is averted."
The spirit is unfazed. "Bah. I'll take the curse once it's matured. No sooner, no later."
"Thank you both. I'm glad we can get along for the time being."
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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 druid holds out his hands and takes the ball of flame. "I'll put some in the communal fire pit, and a little bit in each fireplace. I'll keep some for myself, so I can feed it and bring it to other villages."
CRAVEBOIL grabs Douxgras' shoulder. "This is the trolley problem, vessel. It may be innocent, but it will kill so many more innocents if you do nothing now." "This isn't the time for paranoia. We are all suffering, and we need every hand we can get. If it becomes a problem, then we deal with it appropriately, but that isn't the case right now and we can't afford to kill people for no reason."
Its friendly mask again slips for a moment, the crooked flower staring the abyssal being down with a quiet calculating anger, before it remembers itself and reassumes its previous demeanor. "Yes, we're all dealing with far too much panic and suffering to be picky with allies. The trolly is still a while away- that difficult decision can wait for after the immediate peril is averted."
The spirit is unfazed. "Bah. I'll take the curse once it's matured. No sooner, no later."
"Thank you both. I'm glad we can get along for the time being."
"My thanks go to you both as well for both your cooperation and restraint. It'd be awfully inconvenient to be killed again." It chuckles a bit to itself, truly not believing itself in any real danger.
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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)
*My internet is very slow for some reason right now... I just realized its probably because of the thunderstorm... anyways if I'm slow to respond that's why.*
You sense the glow of countless candles throughout the library but nothing quite like the flame you seek. However, there is the faintest glimmer of a fire that is very familiar to you. Something that smells/tastes/feels/looks a lot like the Frenzied Flame. It is in this Library, but deep within its shelves.
It pauses for a moment as it notices this familiar, delectable flavor, and for a moment forgets what it came here to do... though while it's searching for one magical flame, it thinks, it might as well look for the second. It follows the faint flavor of the Frenzied Flame, hoping to find its source at the trail's end.
Your hunt for this strange remnant takes you farther and farther into the shelves. The towering cabinets only seem to grow higher and higher and they are decked in beautifully bound books. Occasionally you'll come across a tower of slots stuffed full of yellowed scrolls.
Then you come across a portion of the shelving that most would walk on past. You however, can sense the flame directly behind it. After inspecting it for a few moments, you discover that it is indeed a concealed doorway. A doorway into a cluttered study. A cluttered study with not an ounce of open table space and with an intricately complicated model of the solar system dangling from the ceiling. A study with a small lamp hanging from a hook. Inside that lamp flickers perhaps the last fragment of a very familiar flame. A piece of the Frenzied Flame.
But strangely, this study is completely devoid of the Librarian and you have not seen the keeper of these books or his bird eyes in all your wanderings.
The ever-starving, never-satisfied wretch quickly finds the hidden doorway and looks around the study. The first thing it does is take the lantern from its hook and devour that lingering piece of the Frenzied Flame, feeling itself grow even stronger and even hungrier in equal measure. Another step closer to godhood. The second thing it does, though, is close the secret doorway behind it to avoid any potential eavesdroppers thinking something is amiss. Then, it inspects all the papers it can find, hoping to glean some more information about its next objective.
And just like that the last fragment of the Frenzied Flame is gone.
You spend a few minutes searching through the cluttered notes and writings. At some point you find what looks like a journal entry written November 5th. It tells of the raucous frenzy of Bonfire Night and of the spirit of rebellion that is the Flame of Fawkes. It looks like it is about to mention where the spirit is kept imprisoned during the rest of the year, but then you hear the creak of the concealed door and the flutter of bird wings. The Librarian stands in his tweed suit in the doorway. His fingers are curled into clenched fists and a dark look is scrawled across his pale face. "What are you... where is the Flame?"
The spirit is unfazed. "Bah. I'll take the curse once it's matured. No sooner, no later."
"Thank you both. I'm glad we can get along for the time being."
"My thanks go to you both as well for both your cooperation and restraint. It'd be awfully inconvenient to be killed again." It chuckles a bit to itself, truly not believing itself in any real danger.
"Given that skeleton, I'm guessing you escaped the Ghoul Queen?" He begins walking to the fire pit. "She's become rather a nuisance. Not as much as Crave here, but causing this deathly chill is... big. The children are being hit the hardest, and I imagine that's intentional. One kid ran out into the snow to find her dad... and was found frozen solid when visibility was back. She hadn't gotten a mile before she turned back. She died less than 60ft from the village."
The abomination remains silent, sulking like an enormous child.
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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.
*My internet is very slow for some reason right now... I just realized its probably because of the thunderstorm... anyways if I'm slow to respond that's why.*
You sense the glow of countless candles throughout the library but nothing quite like the flame you seek. However, there is the faintest glimmer of a fire that is very familiar to you. Something that smells/tastes/feels/looks a lot like the Frenzied Flame. It is in this Library, but deep within its shelves.
It pauses for a moment as it notices this familiar, delectable flavor, and for a moment forgets what it came here to do... though while it's searching for one magical flame, it thinks, it might as well look for the second. It follows the faint flavor of the Frenzied Flame, hoping to find its source at the trail's end.
Your hunt for this strange remnant takes you farther and farther into the shelves. The towering cabinets only seem to grow higher and higher and they are decked in beautifully bound books. Occasionally you'll come across a tower of slots stuffed full of yellowed scrolls.
Then you come across a portion of the shelving that most would walk on past. You however, can sense the flame directly behind it. After inspecting it for a few moments, you discover that it is indeed a concealed doorway. A doorway into a cluttered study. A cluttered study with not an ounce of open table space and with an intricately complicated model of the solar system dangling from the ceiling. A study with a small lamp hanging from a hook. Inside that lamp flickers perhaps the last fragment of a very familiar flame. A piece of the Frenzied Flame.
But strangely, this study is completely devoid of the Librarian and you have not seen the keeper of these books or his bird eyes in all your wanderings.
The ever-starving, never-satisfied wretch quickly finds the hidden doorway and looks around the study. The first thing it does is take the lantern from its hook and devour that lingering piece of the Frenzied Flame, feeling itself grow even stronger and even hungrier in equal measure. Another step closer to godhood. The second thing it does, though, is close the secret doorway behind it to avoid any potential eavesdroppers thinking something is amiss. Then, it inspects all the papers it can find, hoping to glean some more information about its next objective.
And just like that the last fragment of the Frenzied Flame is gone.
You spend a few minutes searching through the cluttered notes and writings. At some point you find what looks like a journal entry written November 5th. It tells of the raucous frenzy of Bonfire Night and of the spirit of rebellion that is the Flame of Fawkes. It looks like it is about to mention where the spirit is kept imprisoned during the rest of the year, but then you hear the creak of the concealed door and the flutter of bird wings. The Librarian stands in his tweed suit in the doorway. His fingers are curled into clenched fists and a dark look is scrawled across his pale face. "What are you... where is the Flame?"
The crooked flower clutches the journal entry in its horrid hand a bit tighter, making doubly sure it won't be letting go of this important document. All of its flower heads stare coldly back at him, and yet crackle with orange flames. "Do you know what the spell Fire Storm does, Mr. Librarian?" One of its hands raises slightly- enough where he can see the pulsing orb of yellow-orange inferno in its other hand. "You will allow me to leave the Library unharmed, with this paper, or your precious tomes will get to see its effects firsthand. Understood?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The spirit is unfazed. "Bah. I'll take the curse once it's matured. No sooner, no later."
"Thank you both. I'm glad we can get along for the time being."
"My thanks go to you both as well for both your cooperation and restraint. It'd be awfully inconvenient to be killed again." It chuckles a bit to itself, truly not believing itself in any real danger.
"Given that skeleton, I'm guessing you escaped the Ghoul Queen?" He begins walking to the fire pit. "She's become rather a nuisance. Not as much as Crave here, but causing this deathly chill is... big. The children are being hit the hardest, and I imagine that's intentional. One kid ran out into the snow to find her dad... and was found frozen solid when visibility was back. She hadn't gotten a mile before she turned back. She died less than 60ft from the village."
The abomination remains silent, sulking like an enormous child.
"I wouldn't quite say 'escaped', but yes. Such a shame, what's happening... desperate times require desperate measures. Perhaps its best the people stay close to the villages as long as they can- I don't believe this winter will last forever, one way or another."
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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'm leaning more into Helianth being cold and callous like I first made it. Before it met Felix and actually tried being the good guy for a while, its morals were essentially nonexistent. Now, it's slipping back into old habits and old mindsets.*
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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)
*You threw a curveball at me. I had to think fast. I never realized how much of a trickster Egregore was. The Librarian was prepared but you still managed to rob him. Mostly...*
The Librarian knows when he has been beaten. His face sinks into a wordless scowl as he places the light fragment back in his pocket. He strolls over to the cornucopia, removing his glasses and wiping the lens with a cloth conjured out of thin air. The bird swoops out of his eye socket and circles overhead as he bends down and scoops up the torch. The bird perches on his shoulder and peers at the smoldering cornucopia. "Dead. Useless." He begins to walk back into the forest of bookshelves.
As he does so his bird eye turns his gaze to the candle flame flickering on the candle he holds. "It's not much," he mutters quietly to himself, "But it's all I have left..."
*The candle is burning a fragment of the Frenzied Flame. I didn't think that it was going to come into play but it did.*
*That scrap of Frenzied Flame revealed all the way over on page 69 has just been gobbled.*
*It's insane to me that something is still affecting things now, 150 pages and 8 months later.*
"Given that skeleton, I'm guessing you escaped the Ghoul Queen?" He begins walking to the fire pit. "She's become rather a nuisance. Not as much as Crave here, but causing this deathly chill is... big. The children are being hit the hardest, and I imagine that's intentional. One kid ran out into the snow to find her dad... and was found frozen solid when visibility was back. She hadn't gotten a mile before she turned back. She died less than 60ft from the village."
The abomination remains silent, sulking like an enormous child.
"I wouldn't quite say 'escaped', but yes. Such a shame, what's happening... desperate times require desperate measures. Perhaps its best the people stay close to the villages as long as they can- I don't believe this winter will last forever, one way or another."
"If I were smart, I would probably follow your suggestion. As it stands, I'm more interested in saving people than saving myself. I need to find people who'll help, and right now, that number is painfully low. We'll be getting more and more sad stories until this is over." He turns to leave, then pauses.
"I was giving you a chance to admit your failings, by the way. You know, CRAVEBOIL wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. He's going to kill the Ghoul Queen, and I'm not going to stop him."
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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.
*You threw a curveball at me. I had to think fast. I never realized how much of a trickster Egregore was. The Librarian was prepared but you still managed to rob him. Mostly...*
The Librarian knows when he has been beaten. His face sinks into a wordless scowl as he places the light fragment back in his pocket. He strolls over to the cornucopia, removing his glasses and wiping the lens with a cloth conjured out of thin air. The bird swoops out of his eye socket and circles overhead as he bends down and scoops up the torch. The bird perches on his shoulder and peers at the smoldering cornucopia. "Dead. Useless." He begins to walk back into the forest of bookshelves.
As he does so his bird eye turns his gaze to the candle flame flickering on the candle he holds. "It's not much," he mutters quietly to himself, "But it's all I have left..."
*The candle is burning a fragment of the Frenzied Flame. I didn't think that it was going to come into play but it did.*
*That scrap of Frenzied Flame revealed all the way over on page 69 has just been gobbled.*
*It's insane to me that something is still affecting things now, 150 pages and 8 months later.*
*Yeah, it's absolutely insane and super cool when that happens. It's almost always cool when something introduced way earlier on ends up being a Chekhov's Gun or called back to in some other way. I try to call back to old things with my characters for this exact reason.*
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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)
And just like that the last fragment of the Frenzied Flame is gone.
You spend a few minutes searching through the cluttered notes and writings. At some point you find what looks like a journal entry written November 5th. It tells of the raucous frenzy of Bonfire Night and of the spirit of rebellion that is the Flame of Fawkes. It looks like it is about to mention where the spirit is kept imprisoned during the rest of the year, but then you hear the creak of the concealed door and the flutter of bird wings. The Librarian stands in his tweed suit in the doorway. His fingers are curled into clenched fists and a dark look is scrawled across his pale face. "What are you... where is the Flame?"
The crooked flower clutches the journal entry in its horrid hand a bit tighter, making doubly sure it won't be letting go of this important document. All of its flower heads stare coldly back at him, and yet crackle with orange flames. "Do you know what the spell Fire Storm does, Mr. Librarian?" One of its hands raises slightly- enough where he can see the pulsing orb of yellow-orange inferno in its other hand. "You will allow me to leave the Library unharmed, with this paper, or your precious tomes will get to see its effects firsthand. Understood?"
He doesn't seem to have noticed you have the page. A hideous scowl is torn into his face, but it soon curls into a smile. His thin fingers deftly snatch up a nearby candle and he presses the flame against an open page. The fire sputters and licks at the paper but it does not blacken or burn. "Do you really believe I would not fire proof my own office? The very room where I safeguard the flame that burned against my King? The last fragment of an ancient force you just thoughtlessly destroyed to sate your appetite. Are you solely driven by your stomach? Has your belly digested your heart?" A look of rage and disgust washes over his narrow features once more.
"Given that skeleton, I'm guessing you escaped the Ghoul Queen?" He begins walking to the fire pit. "She's become rather a nuisance. Not as much as Crave here, but causing this deathly chill is... big. The children are being hit the hardest, and I imagine that's intentional. One kid ran out into the snow to find her dad... and was found frozen solid when visibility was back. She hadn't gotten a mile before she turned back. She died less than 60ft from the village."
The abomination remains silent, sulking like an enormous child.
"I wouldn't quite say 'escaped', but yes. Such a shame, what's happening... desperate times require desperate measures. Perhaps its best the people stay close to the villages as long as they can- I don't believe this winter will last forever, one way or another."
"If I were smart, I would probably follow your suggestion. As it stands, I'm more interested in saving people than saving myself. I need to find people who'll help, and right now, that number is painfully low. We'll be getting more and more sad stories until this is over." He turns to leave, then pauses.
"I was giving you a chance to admit your failings, by the way. You know, CRAVEBOIL wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. He's going to kill the Ghoul Queen, and I'm not going to stop him."
It is silent for a second, looking back at him- if it had the anatomy to, it looks like it would be smiling. "I know." It then starts to walk away as well, faintly humming to itself. Surely, it must have planned for that.
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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)
*my first member of the Winter Court may be coming soon! The newly ‘crowned,’ fool of the winter court, a feathered prankster fey of generosity and rest, who resides over Boxing Day*
*my first member of the Winter Court may be coming soon! The newly ‘crowned,’ fool of the winter court, a feathered prankster fey of generosity and rest, who resides over Boxing Day*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
*never! I'll keep my impurities thank you very much!*
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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
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All the sound disappears, the air magically stilled. The looming, malformed shadow of CRAVEBOIL appears before the queen. "Shhhh... You knew the risks, my sweet. The risks of such a grave disruption in the order of things. The weakening of Augustus. The salvation of the Barley King. The approach of Winter. Don't cry, baby... no one cares. No one is coming to save you, no matter who you call from the great beyond. No one is going to be left to love you, precious. I'll make sure of it."
All the built-up sound comes rushing back in a massive, raging explosion.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ever-starving, never-satisfied wretch quickly finds the hidden doorway and looks around the study. The first thing it does is take the lantern from its hook and devour that lingering piece of the Frenzied Flame, feeling itself grow even stronger and even hungrier in equal measure. Another step closer to godhood. The second thing it does, though, is close the secret doorway behind it to avoid any potential eavesdroppers thinking something is amiss. Then, it inspects all the papers it can find, hoping to glean some more information about its next objective.
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 spirit is unfazed. "Bah. I'll take the curse once it's matured. No sooner, no later."
"Thank you both. I'm glad we can get along for the time being."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My thanks go to you both as well for both your cooperation and restraint. It'd be awfully inconvenient to be killed again." It chuckles a bit to itself, truly not believing itself in any real danger.
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)
And just like that the last fragment of the Frenzied Flame is gone.
You spend a few minutes searching through the cluttered notes and writings. At some point you find what looks like a journal entry written November 5th. It tells of the raucous frenzy of Bonfire Night and of the spirit of rebellion that is the Flame of Fawkes. It looks like it is about to mention where the spirit is kept imprisoned during the rest of the year, but then you hear the creak of the concealed door and the flutter of bird wings. The Librarian stands in his tweed suit in the doorway. His fingers are curled into clenched fists and a dark look is scrawled across his pale face. "What are you... where is the Flame?"
"Given that skeleton, I'm guessing you escaped the Ghoul Queen?" He begins walking to the fire pit. "She's become rather a nuisance. Not as much as Crave here, but causing this deathly chill is... big. The children are being hit the hardest, and I imagine that's intentional. One kid ran out into the snow to find her dad... and was found frozen solid when visibility was back. She hadn't gotten a mile before she turned back. She died less than 60ft from the village."
The abomination remains silent, sulking like an enormous child.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked flower clutches the journal entry in its horrid hand a bit tighter, making doubly sure it won't be letting go of this important document. All of its flower heads stare coldly back at him, and yet crackle with orange flames. "Do you know what the spell Fire Storm does, Mr. Librarian?" One of its hands raises slightly- enough where he can see the pulsing orb of yellow-orange inferno in its other hand. "You will allow me to leave the Library unharmed, with this paper, or your precious tomes will get to see its effects firsthand. Understood?"
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)
*Douxgras: I watched a man die
Helianth: And?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I wouldn't quite say 'escaped', but yes. Such a shame, what's happening... desperate times require desperate measures. Perhaps its best the people stay close to the villages as long as they can- I don't believe this winter will last forever, one way or another."
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)
*Exactly lol*
*I'm leaning more into Helianth being cold and callous like I first made it. Before it met Felix and actually tried being the good guy for a while, its morals were essentially nonexistent. Now, it's slipping back into old habits and old mindsets.*
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)
*That scrap of Frenzied Flame revealed all the way over on page 69 has just been gobbled.*
*It's insane to me that something is still affecting things now, 150 pages and 8 months later.*
"If I were smart, I would probably follow your suggestion. As it stands, I'm more interested in saving people than saving myself. I need to find people who'll help, and right now, that number is painfully low. We'll be getting more and more sad stories until this is over." He turns to leave, then pauses.
"I was giving you a chance to admit your failings, by the way. You know, CRAVEBOIL wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. He's going to kill the Ghoul Queen, and I'm not going to stop him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, it's absolutely insane and super cool when that happens. It's almost always cool when something introduced way earlier on ends up being a Chekhov's Gun or called back to in some other way. I try to call back to old things with my characters for this exact reason.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He doesn't seem to have noticed you have the page. A hideous scowl is torn into his face, but it soon curls into a smile. His thin fingers deftly snatch up a nearby candle and he presses the flame against an open page. The fire sputters and licks at the paper but it does not blacken or burn. "Do you really believe I would not fire proof my own office? The very room where I safeguard the flame that burned against my King? The last fragment of an ancient force you just thoughtlessly destroyed to sate your appetite. Are you solely driven by your stomach? Has your belly digested your heart?" A look of rage and disgust washes over his narrow features once more.
It is silent for a second, looking back at him- if it had the anatomy to, it looks like it would be smiling. "I know." It then starts to walk away as well, faintly humming to itself. Surely, it must have planned for that.
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 first member of the Winter Court may be coming soon! The newly ‘crowned,’ fool of the winter court, a feathered prankster fey of generosity and rest, who resides over Boxing Day*
*Awesome! I can't wait to see them!*
Koloma is waiting for his next target to appear.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
I like cheese.
*Feed me your impurities*
*(vacuum noises)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*never! I'll keep my impurities thank you very much!*
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!!!!!!