the emmisary of lichen is standing motionless in a feild, surrounded by eerily still rotted animals
the emmisary of worms is digging up graves, and eating the dead things within
Something hits them on the back of the head
it goes through the mass of squirming worms that make up its body. a hollow forms on the back of it, creating an eye, looking straight through you
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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!!!!!!
the emmisary of lichen is standing motionless in a feild, surrounded by eerily still rotted animals
the emmisary of worms is digging up graves, and eating the dead things within
Something hits them on the back of the head
it goes through the mass of squirming worms that make up its body. a hollow forms on the back of it, creating an eye, looking straight through you
*oh no*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! Sorry I vanished for a while- I should be able to more consistently be here now!*
The Groundskeeper is slowly continuing their maintenance of all the hedges and topiary trees around the Keep of Painted Leaves and its courtyard, though it's clear something's bothering them. Tensions have been high at the Keep for quite some time now. Surely, though, the King will sort this mess out quickly... right?
Adeline is just outside the burrow that Mother Moth dug into the earth, continuing her work on knitting... whatever it is she's trying to make. It's too early to tell what this extra-tough woven silk will become. She seems especially focused on her knitting- she's not even humming as she knits like she usually does.
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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)
A couple of wooden barrels roll down a hill, liquid contents sloshing within them as they bounce and knock against each other in an almost playful way.
*just adding to atmosphere, I'm probably gonna forget and not hop on here in a long time lol*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The crooked god-eater is lurking in Ghulheim, studying the papers it absconded with when it fled the grand library. It is still nursing its wounds as it examines the pages- it managed to escape the Librarian alive, but not without sustaining grievous injury. It will be a long while before the scourge sets off on another expedition- but until then, it's biding its time and assessing what to do next. This course of action, however, is not one it's content with. The star-swallowing fiend grows impatient. Its hunger claws at its insides, yearning for another taste of that succulent divine power it once gorged upon so frequently. Not yet, the scourge reminds itself- soon, but not yet.
Smoke rises in the distance, followed by an echoing shriek. Another village is in flames- another consumed by the Ravenous Flame. The golden whirlwind of destruction sweeps across the settlement and leaves naught but ash and death in its wake, a starving frenzy guiding it. But this isn't enough- whether anything could possibly be enough is still unknown, but either way, it isn't satisfied. The inferno lets out a roar into the sky with anger and hunger. The vegetation beneath it is singed, but still living. The ward of the Harvest Prince remains... and yet, their time is up. It sets off from the ruined village, setting its sights on one target. The Ravenous Flame is still hungry, and it has chosen Julius as its next meal.
In the secluded part of a web-choked forest, the wayward moth sits on a fallen log, huddled up in front of a crackling campfire in an unsuccessful attempt to ward off the creeping cold of winter's bite. Even with this much warmth, she can't stop shivering- which is definitely not normal for her. Things feel stranger with each passing day- she's noticed more and more alarming things that haven't happened before. Her eyes strain more in bright light, and yet at night, she sometimes finds herself unable to look away from the campfires she makes. The roots of her normally auburn hair are an abnormal shade of off-white. Strangest of all is this faint, yet ever-present feeling in the back of her mind. A sense of undefined hunger. Adeline puts out the fire, pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, and sets off again. She has to find Mother Moth. She has to know what's happening to her.
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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 ravenous flame, whether it even has the ability to smell or not, can smell the scent of life and death, growth and decay, the scent of the harvest in the air. In recent days, the cycle of growth and decay in the Autumn country has been acting… abnormally. fields of grain grow lush and several meters tall, entire forests lose their leaves at once, and riverbanks that once ran clear are now choked with algae, bacteria, and mosses. This likely means one thing: he’s panicking. The Ravenous flame makes its way through a forest of such density that it is shrouded completely in shadow, with not even a shred of light hitting the forest floor. It burns quickly. But, from the ashes of the old growth being burnt down, new trees, shrubs, and mosses spring from the ground, growing feet in minutes. By the hour, anything the Flame consumed has regrown to its original density. This must mean they’re getting close. They’re within 15 miles of the Pumpkin patch, surely. A place known as the Old Woods. The wind whistles around them, and leaves leap across the wind, bending to the desperate will of a harvest prince in dire need of help.
Adeline quickly finds the silken sanctuary, Mother Moth and four of her giant spider children reinforcing the webbed ceiling several meters above, in an attempt to keep the heat in. A burrow has been built near the center, lined with silk, housing all of the many pupating silk moths. Mother Moth, for a Fey Lady that barely requires any physical sustenance or rest (or at least pretends not to) seems exhausted and starving.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The ravenous flame, whether it even has the ability to smell or not, can smell the scent of life and death, growth and decay, the scent of the harvest in the air. In recent days, the cycle of growth and decay in the Autumn country has been acting… abnormally. fields of grain grow lush and several meters tall, entire forests lose their leaves at once, and riverbanks that once ran clear are now choked with algae, bacteria, and mosses. This likely means one thing: he’s panicking. The Ravenous flame makes its way through a forest of such density that it is shrouded completely in shadow, with not even a shred of light hitting the forest floor. It burns quickly. But, from the ashes of the old growth being burnt down, new trees, shrubs, and mosses spring from the ground, growing feet in minutes. By the hour, anything the Flame consumed has regrown to its original density. This must mean they’re getting close. They’re within 15 miles of the Pumpkin patch, surely. A place known as the Old Woods. The wind whistles around them, and leaves leap across the wind, bending to the desperate will of a harvest prince in dire need of help.
Adeline quickly finds the silken sanctuary, Mother Moth and four of her giant spider children reinforcing the webbed ceiling several meters above, in an attempt to keep the heat in. A burrow has been built near the center, lined with silk, housing all of the many pupating silk moths. Mother Moth, for a Fey Lady that barely requires any physical sustenance or rest (or at least pretends not to) seems exhausted and starving.
The Ravenous Flame, upon noticing how quickly the plant growth restores itself in these secluded woods, howls into the sky with hunger as it spreads out its flames across as wide an area as it can, gorging itself on the old growth forest as it searches for any hint of where Julius may be. It knows the Harvest Prince must surely be nearby- but it must move quickly if it doesn't want its prey to slip away. "...JULIUS... YOUR TIME IS UP..." rings that echoing chorus, nine booming voices speaking in unison with such volume that the very trees quake.
The honorary moth approaches her mentor, her concern only growing upon seeing their exhausted state, slightly hastening her approach as she trudges through the last bits of snow and moves across the silk-coated ground. "Mother, is everything alright? You look tired." She starts, still shivering from the cold as she moves to assist with the reinforcements, taking some of the task's load in the duchess' stead.
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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 ravenous flame, whether it even has the ability to smell or not, can smell the scent of life and death, growth and decay, the scent of the harvest in the air. In recent days, the cycle of growth and decay in the Autumn country has been acting… abnormally. fields of grain grow lush and several meters tall, entire forests lose their leaves at once, and riverbanks that once ran clear are now choked with algae, bacteria, and mosses. This likely means one thing: he’s panicking. The Ravenous flame makes its way through a forest of such density that it is shrouded completely in shadow, with not even a shred of light hitting the forest floor. It burns quickly. But, from the ashes of the old growth being burnt down, new trees, shrubs, and mosses spring from the ground, growing feet in minutes. By the hour, anything the Flame consumed has regrown to its original density. This must mean they’re getting close. They’re within 15 miles of the Pumpkin patch, surely. A place known as the Old Woods. The wind whistles around them, and leaves leap across the wind, bending to the desperate will of a harvest prince in dire need of help.
Adeline quickly finds the silken sanctuary, Mother Moth and four of her giant spider children reinforcing the webbed ceiling several meters above, in an attempt to keep the heat in. A burrow has been built near the center, lined with silk, housing all of the many pupating silk moths. Mother Moth, for a Fey Lady that barely requires any physical sustenance or rest (or at least pretends not to) seems exhausted and starving.
The Ravenous Flame, upon noticing how quickly the plant growth restores itself in these secluded woods, howls into the sky with hunger as it spreads out its flames across as wide an area as it can, gorging itself on the old growth forest as it searches for any hint of where Julius may be. It knows the Harvest Prince must surely be nearby- but it must move quickly if it doesn't want its prey to slip away. "...JULIUS... YOUR TIME IS UP..." rings that echoing chorus, nine booming voices speaking in unison with such volume that the very trees quake.
The honorary moth approaches her mentor, her concern only growing upon seeing their exhausted state, slightly hastening her approach as she trudges through the last bits of snow and moves across the silk-coated ground. "Mother, is everything alright? You look tired." She starts, still shivering from the cold as she moves to assist with the reinforcements, taking some of the task's load in the duchess' stead.
As they do this, they see, nearly a mile away, on the tree line, standing upon a branch of an ancient oak, the silhouette of Julius, with his candlelit eyes. Trembling, he holds out a hand and the forest comes alive with his Jack O’ Lantern warmth. The oaks and birches, the Yews and Sycamores, every indent on their antediluvian wood begins to glow that same candlelight. The shrubs that grow back in the stead of the ones the Flame consumes- they aren’t burning. They glow as well, and their wood is scorched and bursts into flame, but no more than that. Twisting, thorny vines, all but untouched by the Flame, grow throughout the Old Wood, endless brambles that just keep growing and growing and growing. It still feeds the Ravenous Flame, but now it doesn’t turn to ash at their touch. It simply keeps growing. Julius, still shaking, now leaning against the trunk of the tree, turns and hops down from his perch, heading towards the center of the Old Wood. To his pumpkin patch- Ghulheim is nigh impossible to break into, but the Pumpkin Patch of the Harvest Prince hasn’t been seen or entered by any other than Julius in at least a century.
the Ashen Brambles summoned by Julius are considered resistant to fire and radiant damage, I’ll note if any abilities he uses involves Ashen Brambles.
she looks to her adopted child, smiling slightly. “Oh, my child-… I’m alright, thank you-… I’ll rest soon-… I just-… haven’t had anything to eat… well, nothing to satiate me… in a while.” She absently fidgets with her necklace, the one that is strung with three engagement rings. She frowns, noticing Adeline’s expression. “Are you alright, my dear?” She takes a step forward, her usually hidden antennae flaring up from beneath her rather untidy silver hair.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*hey arch wanna rp with the demon? It’s ok if you dont*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
The Ravenous Flame, upon noticing how quickly the plant growth restores itself in these secluded woods, howls into the sky with hunger as it spreads out its flames across as wide an area as it can, gorging itself on the old growth forest as it searches for any hint of where Julius may be. It knows the Harvest Prince must surely be nearby- but it must move quickly if it doesn't want its prey to slip away. "...JULIUS... YOUR TIME IS UP..." rings that echoing chorus, nine booming voices speaking in unison with such volume that the very trees quake.
The honorary moth approaches her mentor, her concern only growing upon seeing their exhausted state, slightly hastening her approach as she trudges through the last bits of snow and moves across the silk-coated ground. "Mother, is everything alright? You look tired." She starts, still shivering from the cold as she moves to assist with the reinforcements, taking some of the task's load in the duchess' stead.
As they do this, they see, nearly a mile away, on the tree line, standing upon a branch of an ancient oak, the silhouette of Julius, with his candlelit eyes. Trembling, he holds out a hand and the forest comes alive with his Jack O’ Lantern warmth. The oaks and birches, the Yews and Sycamores, every indent on their antediluvian wood begins to glow that same candlelight. The shrubs that grow back in the stead of the ones the Flame consumes- they aren’t burning. They glow as well, and their wood is scorched and bursts into flame, but no more than that. Twisting, thorny vines, all but untouched by the Flame, grow throughout the Old Wood, endless brambles that just keep growing and growing and growing. It still feeds the Ravenous Flame, but now it doesn’t turn to ash at their touch. It simply keeps growing. Julius, still shaking, now leaning against the trunk of the tree, turns and hops down from his perch, heading towards the center of the Old Wood. To his pumpkin patch- Ghulheim is nigh impossible to break into, but the Pumpkin Patch of the Harvest Prince hasn’t been seen or entered by any other than Julius in at least a century.
the Ashen Brambles summoned by Julius are considered resistant to fire and radiant damage, I’ll note if any abilities he uses involves Ashen Brambles.
she looks to her adopted child, smiling slightly. “Oh, my child-… I’m alright, thank you-… I’ll rest soon-… I just-… haven’t had anything to eat… well, nothing to satiate me… in a while.” She absently fidgets with her necklace, the one that is strung with three engagement rings. She frowns, noticing Adeline’s expression. “Are you alright, my dear?” She takes a step forward, her usually hidden antennae flaring up from beneath her rather untidy silver hair.
The gluttonous death-angel shrieks as it sees Julius dart away, pursuing its prey through the brambles and thickets and winding paths between the trees. The flames burn with an even more intense fury than they did before, the inferno congealing back into a central mass, the smoke-belching flames of which lick the tops of ancient trees as it pursues with the momentum and force of a train at full speed. It doesn't know the path to the pumpkin patch, but Julius does- if the flame keeps him in its sights, it thinks, he can't slip away for long. It starts to reach forward at the Harvest Prince, stellar flares of golden fire lashing out at him, toppling trees and scorching the earth and trying to block his escape, but it's not close enough to capture him... at least, not yet.
Adeline frowns as well, her own antennae twitching slightly as she thinks. "I.. I don't know. I don't know what started this, but..." She takes a breath, pausing as she recalls all the odd things that she's noticed change about herself. She takes out her journal and offers it to Mother Moth. If she reads through it, she can see it contains Adeline's notes documenting every odd change and when it occurred. "Something is happening to me and I don't know what. Iron irritates my skin, and it's never done that before. The cold feels almost as bad as it was that first night... and now this..." She gestures to her hair and its unusual off-white roots. "...I don't know what to do."
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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)
Julius runs, runs, runs, upon the wind and through the trees as fast as his cloven hooves can carry him. The foliage refuses to impede him, allowing him to swiftly and desperately run from the flaming death right on his tail. He’s fast. But not that fast.
the Ravenous flame makes progress in catching up to the Fey Lord, only a few hundred feet away at this point. Despite the raging inferno all around them, the Death Angel can hear his breath. His heartbeat. It can feel it in the ground. The trees. His aches and his pain. Soon, just 300 ft. From Julius, the Flame sees a pair of enormous gates- fifty feet tall, made of intertwining, arching wood thicker than people, with a thousand offshoots and branches leaping up into the sky and inwards, creating a circular barrier which they can only assume extends all the way around. The gates to the most secure place in Autumn Country. Julius, trembling and shaking as he runs, extends a hand towards the gate, which obeys his will and begins to swing open, just ever so slightly. The flame can’t see the inside, it’s much too overgrown and the gate isn’t open wide enough. It’s your choice whether Julius makes it to the gate or not before The Ravenous flame catches up to him. If he doesn’t make it, the gates close immediately.
Mother moth skims through the journal, growing increasingly concerned. She looks up to Adeline, with shaky hands. “I-… Adeline… the Fae… when I found you all that time ago, you were human, in the feywild. Now-… sometimes the Feywild-… it changes people. It changes people, my dear…” she takes a few steps closer.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Julius runs, runs, runs, upon the wind and through the trees as fast as his cloven hooves can carry him. The foliage refuses to impede him, allowing him to swiftly and desperately run from the flaming death right on his tail. He’s fast. But not that fast.
the Ravenous flame makes progress in catching up to the Fey Lord, only a few hundred feet away at this point. Despite the raging inferno all around them, the Death Angel can hear his breath. His heartbeat. It can feel it in the ground. The trees. His aches and his pain. Soon, just 300 ft. From Julius, the Flame sees a pair of enormous gates- fifty feet tall, made of intertwining, arching wood thicker than people, with a thousand offshoots and branches leaping up into the sky and inwards, creating a circular barrier which they can only assume extends all the way around. The gates to the most secure place in Autumn Country. Julius, trembling and shaking as he runs, extends a hand towards the gate, which obeys his will and begins to swing open, just ever so slightly. The flame can’t see the inside, it’s much too overgrown and the gate isn’t open wide enough. It’s your choice whether Julius makes it to the gate or not before The Ravenous flame catches up to him. If he doesn’t make it, the gates close immediately.
Mother moth skims through the journal, growing increasingly concerned. She looks up to Adeline, with shaky hands. “I-… Adeline… the Fae… when I found you all that time ago, you were human, in the feywild. Now-… sometimes the Feywild-… it changes people. It changes people, my dear…” she takes a few steps closer.
The Ravenous Flame continues its pursuit as long as it can, the very air wavering around it as a wave of heat and fury lights the leaves ablaze. The wind shrieks. The trees quiver. The shimmering wall of hungry death draws nearer and nearer. It opens its fiery maw, ready to bite down and consume the essence of the Harvest Prince- but it's not quite there yet. Just a bit closer... it can almost taste it... just a bit-
CLANG
The gates slam shut the moment Julius steps across the threshold, sending the Ravenous Flame to a grinding halt as all it manages to consume is a gargantuan mouthful of burning brambles. He can hear another wailing cry from the other side of the refuge's walls. The sheer heat of being so close to the starving inferno burned the Harvest Prince somewhat, but that is the extent of his injury. The frenzied flame continues to bite and claw and burn away at the barrier, which constantly regrows as fast as it can tear through the defenses. For now, at least, he is safe.
Adeline's large eyes widen at her words as it fully sinks in that this anomaly is, in fact, what she and Piecemeal suspected it was. Adeline takes a step closer as well- the answer only resulting in more questions, like cutting off a hydra's head and seeing three more grow back. "Were human? Am I... am I already..." She sits down on the silk-cloaked floor, struggling to process this. "I... What does this mean? Can it be stopped? Should it be? Is it going to hurt me if it continues? Is it already too late to go back... I... I'll still be myself... r- right?"
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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)
Julius collapses on the ground, clutching his burned arm in pain. It quickly begins to heal over- his immortal flesh can’t be undone for long without cold iron- but it hurts. It hurts so much. Brambles shift and quiver in his presence, as tears of licked flame run down his face. He looks back over his shoulder to see the light peak through the gaps in the gate, shaking more than ever before. He stands up slowly, supporting himself by holding onto the nearby stalk of some unbelievably titanic plant- but that’s a secret for now. He blinks a couple of times, his tears falling to the ground and releasing little clouds of steam. He begins to speak, the wind carrying his message above the crackling inferno. “L-leave me a-alone-… leave my home alone-… you monster-…” he limps closer to the gates. “Leave, or the-…-“ he’s silent for a long time. “There’s… not much flora left except for here, since winter came… b-but… if you don’t give up-… I won’t make anything else grow. You’ll starve.” He starts. He silently grabs his sickle from his side, and the burn within his eyes grows brighter than a bonfire.
Mother Moth falls to her needs, placing her hands on Adeline’s shoulders. “Please, Adeline, breathe. You’re-… I don’t think you’re fully fey yet, just Fey-touched… it could be stopped, theoretically-… it won’t harm you directly, but it will physically change you, and you may become more and more bound to fey laws-… it… it may change you-... M-mentally, as well-… but that’s… that’s-… you’ll still be yourself. You’ll still be my Adeline. You’ll be Adeline as long as you remember who you are.”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Julius collapses on the ground, clutching his burned arm in pain. It quickly begins to heal over- his immortal flesh can’t be undone for long without cold iron- but it hurts. It hurts so much. Brambles shift and quiver in his presence, as tears of licked flame run down his face. He looks back over his shoulder to see the light peak through the gaps in the gate, shaking more than ever before. He stands up slowly, supporting himself by holding onto the nearby stalk of some unbelievably titanic plant- but that’s a secret for now. He blinks a couple of times, his tears falling to the ground and releasing little clouds of steam. He begins to speak, the wind carrying his message above the crackling inferno. “L-leave me a-alone-… leave my home alone-… you monster-…” he limps closer to the gates. “Leave, or the-…-“ he’s silent for a long time. “There’s… not much flora left except for here, since winter came… b-but… if you don’t give up-… I won’t make anything else grow. You’ll starve.” He starts. He silently grabs his sickle from his side, and the burn within his eyes grows brighter than a bonfire.
Mother Moth falls to her needs, placing her hands on Adeline’s shoulders. “Please, Adeline, breathe. You’re-… I don’t think you’re fully fey yet, just Fey-touched… it could be stopped, theoretically-… it won’t harm you directly, but it will physically change you, and you may become more and more bound to fey laws-… it… it may change you-... M-mentally, as well-… but that’s… that’s-… you’ll still be yourself. You’ll still be my Adeline. You’ll be Adeline as long as you remember who you are.”
The ravenous inferno is silent for a long time, seemingly pondering his words as it determines its next course of action, stalking the outside of the garden walls like a fox waiting for a rabbit to leave its warren. And then, it makes its decision. "...I SHALL LEAVE FOR NOW... BUT REMEMBER THIS... UNLESS YOU FULFILL YOUR END OF OUR BARGAIN... OR FIND ME SOMETHING BETTER TO EXCHANGE... I SHALL RETURN... AND YOUR GARDEN WILL NOT BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU..." And so it leaves, the path of destruction behind the starving flames being slowly but steadily regrown as the overwhelming warmth retreats alongside it. Aside from the low cracklings of scattered embers, the forest falls silent once more.
Adeline, still shivering slightly whether from the cold or her panic or both, takes a moment to try to gather herself, taking deep breaths. "That's... that's good to know... that I won't lose myself, at the very least... I'll still be Adeline..." The honorary moth looks up at her mother as more answers lead to more questions. "...M- Maybe this is just another miracle... right?" She tries to smile a bit, but it's clear this is still worrying her quite a bit.
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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)
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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it goes through the mass of squirming worms that make up its body. a hollow forms on the back of it, creating an eye, looking straight through you
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!!!!!!
*oh no*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids! Sorry I vanished for a while- I should be able to more consistently be here now!*
The Groundskeeper is slowly continuing their maintenance of all the hedges and topiary trees around the Keep of Painted Leaves and its courtyard, though it's clear something's bothering them. Tensions have been high at the Keep for quite some time now. Surely, though, the King will sort this mess out quickly... right?
Adeline is just outside the burrow that Mother Moth dug into the earth, continuing her work on knitting... whatever it is she's trying to make. It's too early to tell what this extra-tough woven silk will become. She seems especially focused on her knitting- she's not even humming as she knits like she usually does.
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)
A couple of wooden barrels roll down a hill, liquid contents sloshing within them as they bounce and knock against each other in an almost playful way.
*just adding to atmosphere, I'm probably gonna forget and not hop on here in a long time lol*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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The crooked god-eater is lurking in Ghulheim, studying the papers it absconded with when it fled the grand library. It is still nursing its wounds as it examines the pages- it managed to escape the Librarian alive, but not without sustaining grievous injury. It will be a long while before the scourge sets off on another expedition- but until then, it's biding its time and assessing what to do next. This course of action, however, is not one it's content with. The star-swallowing fiend grows impatient. Its hunger claws at its insides, yearning for another taste of that succulent divine power it once gorged upon so frequently. Not yet, the scourge reminds itself- soon, but not yet.
Smoke rises in the distance, followed by an echoing shriek. Another village is in flames- another consumed by the Ravenous Flame. The golden whirlwind of destruction sweeps across the settlement and leaves naught but ash and death in its wake, a starving frenzy guiding it. But this isn't enough- whether anything could possibly be enough is still unknown, but either way, it isn't satisfied. The inferno lets out a roar into the sky with anger and hunger. The vegetation beneath it is singed, but still living. The ward of the Harvest Prince remains... and yet, their time is up. It sets off from the ruined village, setting its sights on one target. The Ravenous Flame is still hungry, and it has chosen Julius as its next meal.
In the secluded part of a web-choked forest, the wayward moth sits on a fallen log, huddled up in front of a crackling campfire in an unsuccessful attempt to ward off the creeping cold of winter's bite. Even with this much warmth, she can't stop shivering- which is definitely not normal for her. Things feel stranger with each passing day- she's noticed more and more alarming things that haven't happened before. Her eyes strain more in bright light, and yet at night, she sometimes finds herself unable to look away from the campfires she makes. The roots of her normally auburn hair are an abnormal shade of off-white. Strangest of all is this faint, yet ever-present feeling in the back of her mind. A sense of undefined hunger. Adeline puts out the fire, pulls her quilted shawl a bit closer to herself, and sets off again. She has to find Mother Moth. She has to know what's happening to her.
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)
*Yvonne… I love your writing. So much. It’s inspiring.*
*now, I unfortunately have no time to roleplay now, but I will be on in a couple of hours, where I’ll be able to play Julius and Mother Moth.*
*the Ravenous Flame might have a… really hard time breaking into Julius’ secret Pumpkin Patch.*
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Thank you so much! It's been a while since I've returned to the land of eternal autumn and I wanted to come back with a strong start.*
*That works well with me- I look forward to all you have in store! See you then, my good friend!*
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 ravenous flame, whether it even has the ability to smell or not, can smell the scent of life and death, growth and decay, the scent of the harvest in the air. In recent days, the cycle of growth and decay in the Autumn country has been acting… abnormally. fields of grain grow lush and several meters tall, entire forests lose their leaves at once, and riverbanks that once ran clear are now choked with algae, bacteria, and mosses. This likely means one thing: he’s panicking. The Ravenous flame makes its way through a forest of such density that it is shrouded completely in shadow, with not even a shred of light hitting the forest floor. It burns quickly. But, from the ashes of the old growth being burnt down, new trees, shrubs, and mosses spring from the ground, growing feet in minutes. By the hour, anything the Flame consumed has regrown to its original density. This must mean they’re getting close. They’re within 15 miles of the Pumpkin patch, surely. A place known as the Old Woods. The wind whistles around them, and leaves leap across the wind, bending to the desperate will of a harvest prince in dire need of help.
Adeline quickly finds the silken sanctuary, Mother Moth and four of her giant spider children reinforcing the webbed ceiling several meters above, in an attempt to keep the heat in. A burrow has been built near the center, lined with silk, housing all of the many pupating silk moths. Mother Moth, for a Fey Lady that barely requires any physical sustenance or rest (or at least pretends not to) seems exhausted and starving.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Ravenous Flame, upon noticing how quickly the plant growth restores itself in these secluded woods, howls into the sky with hunger as it spreads out its flames across as wide an area as it can, gorging itself on the old growth forest as it searches for any hint of where Julius may be. It knows the Harvest Prince must surely be nearby- but it must move quickly if it doesn't want its prey to slip away. "...JULIUS... YOUR TIME IS UP..." rings that echoing chorus, nine booming voices speaking in unison with such volume that the very trees quake.
The honorary moth approaches her mentor, her concern only growing upon seeing their exhausted state, slightly hastening her approach as she trudges through the last bits of snow and moves across the silk-coated ground. "Mother, is everything alright? You look tired." She starts, still shivering from the cold as she moves to assist with the reinforcements, taking some of the task's load in the duchess' stead.
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)
As they do this, they see, nearly a mile away, on the tree line, standing upon a branch of an ancient oak, the silhouette of Julius, with his candlelit eyes. Trembling, he holds out a hand and the forest comes alive with his Jack O’ Lantern warmth. The oaks and birches, the Yews and Sycamores, every indent on their antediluvian wood begins to glow that same candlelight. The shrubs that grow back in the stead of the ones the Flame consumes- they aren’t burning. They glow as well, and their wood is scorched and bursts into flame, but no more than that. Twisting, thorny vines, all but untouched by the Flame, grow throughout the Old Wood, endless brambles that just keep growing and growing and growing. It still feeds the Ravenous Flame, but now it doesn’t turn to ash at their touch. It simply keeps growing. Julius, still shaking, now leaning against the trunk of the tree, turns and hops down from his perch, heading towards the center of the Old Wood. To his pumpkin patch- Ghulheim is nigh impossible to break into, but the Pumpkin Patch of the Harvest Prince hasn’t been seen or entered by any other than Julius in at least a century.
the Ashen Brambles summoned by Julius are considered resistant to fire and radiant damage, I’ll note if any abilities he uses involves Ashen Brambles.
she looks to her adopted child, smiling slightly. “Oh, my child-… I’m alright, thank you-… I’ll rest soon-… I just-… haven’t had anything to eat… well, nothing to satiate me… in a while.” She absently fidgets with her necklace, the one that is strung with three engagement rings. She frowns, noticing Adeline’s expression. “Are you alright, my dear?” She takes a step forward, her usually hidden antennae flaring up from beneath her rather untidy silver hair.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*hey arch wanna rp with the demon? It’s ok if you dont*
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I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
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The gluttonous death-angel shrieks as it sees Julius dart away, pursuing its prey through the brambles and thickets and winding paths between the trees. The flames burn with an even more intense fury than they did before, the inferno congealing back into a central mass, the smoke-belching flames of which lick the tops of ancient trees as it pursues with the momentum and force of a train at full speed. It doesn't know the path to the pumpkin patch, but Julius does- if the flame keeps him in its sights, it thinks, he can't slip away for long. It starts to reach forward at the Harvest Prince, stellar flares of golden fire lashing out at him, toppling trees and scorching the earth and trying to block his escape, but it's not close enough to capture him... at least, not yet.
Adeline frowns as well, her own antennae twitching slightly as she thinks. "I.. I don't know. I don't know what started this, but..." She takes a breath, pausing as she recalls all the odd things that she's noticed change about herself. She takes out her journal and offers it to Mother Moth. If she reads through it, she can see it contains Adeline's notes documenting every odd change and when it occurred. "Something is happening to me and I don't know what. Iron irritates my skin, and it's never done that before. The cold feels almost as bad as it was that first night... and now this..." She gestures to her hair and its unusual off-white roots. "...I don't know what to do."
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)
Julius runs, runs, runs, upon the wind and through the trees as fast as his cloven hooves can carry him. The foliage refuses to impede him, allowing him to swiftly and desperately run from the flaming death right on his tail. He’s fast. But not that fast.
the Ravenous flame makes progress in catching up to the Fey Lord, only a few hundred feet away at this point. Despite the raging inferno all around them, the Death Angel can hear his breath. His heartbeat. It can feel it in the ground. The trees. His aches and his pain. Soon, just 300 ft. From Julius, the Flame sees a pair of enormous gates- fifty feet tall, made of intertwining, arching wood thicker than people, with a thousand offshoots and branches leaping up into the sky and inwards, creating a circular barrier which they can only assume extends all the way around. The gates to the most secure place in Autumn Country. Julius, trembling and shaking as he runs, extends a hand towards the gate, which obeys his will and begins to swing open, just ever so slightly. The flame can’t see the inside, it’s much too overgrown and the gate isn’t open wide enough. It’s your choice whether Julius makes it to the gate or not before The Ravenous flame catches up to him. If he doesn’t make it, the gates close immediately.
Mother moth skims through the journal, growing increasingly concerned. She looks up to Adeline, with shaky hands. “I-… Adeline… the Fae… when I found you all that time ago, you were human, in the feywild. Now-… sometimes the Feywild-… it changes people. It changes people, my dear…” she takes a few steps closer.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Ravenous Flame continues its pursuit as long as it can, the very air wavering around it as a wave of heat and fury lights the leaves ablaze. The wind shrieks. The trees quiver. The shimmering wall of hungry death draws nearer and nearer. It opens its fiery maw, ready to bite down and consume the essence of the Harvest Prince- but it's not quite there yet. Just a bit closer... it can almost taste it... just a bit-
CLANG
The gates slam shut the moment Julius steps across the threshold, sending the Ravenous Flame to a grinding halt as all it manages to consume is a gargantuan mouthful of burning brambles. He can hear another wailing cry from the other side of the refuge's walls. The sheer heat of being so close to the starving inferno burned the Harvest Prince somewhat, but that is the extent of his injury. The frenzied flame continues to bite and claw and burn away at the barrier, which constantly regrows as fast as it can tear through the defenses. For now, at least, he is safe.
Adeline's large eyes widen at her words as it fully sinks in that this anomaly is, in fact, what she and Piecemeal suspected it was. Adeline takes a step closer as well- the answer only resulting in more questions, like cutting off a hydra's head and seeing three more grow back. "Were human? Am I... am I already..." She sits down on the silk-cloaked floor, struggling to process this. "I... What does this mean? Can it be stopped? Should it be? Is it going to hurt me if it continues? Is it already too late to go back... I... I'll still be myself... r- right?"
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)
Julius collapses on the ground, clutching his burned arm in pain. It quickly begins to heal over- his immortal flesh can’t be undone for long without cold iron- but it hurts. It hurts so much. Brambles shift and quiver in his presence, as tears of licked flame run down his face. He looks back over his shoulder to see the light peak through the gaps in the gate, shaking more than ever before. He stands up slowly, supporting himself by holding onto the nearby stalk of some unbelievably titanic plant- but that’s a secret for now. He blinks a couple of times, his tears falling to the ground and releasing little clouds of steam. He begins to speak, the wind carrying his message above the crackling inferno. “L-leave me a-alone-… leave my home alone-… you monster-…” he limps closer to the gates. “Leave, or the-…-“ he’s silent for a long time. “There’s… not much flora left except for here, since winter came… b-but… if you don’t give up-… I won’t make anything else grow. You’ll starve.” He starts. He silently grabs his sickle from his side, and the burn within his eyes grows brighter than a bonfire.
Mother Moth falls to her needs, placing her hands on Adeline’s shoulders. “Please, Adeline, breathe. You’re-… I don’t think you’re fully fey yet, just Fey-touched… it could be stopped, theoretically-… it won’t harm you directly, but it will physically change you, and you may become more and more bound to fey laws-… it… it may change you-... M-mentally, as well-… but that’s… that’s-… you’ll still be yourself. You’ll still be my Adeline. You’ll be Adeline as long as you remember who you are.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The ravenous inferno is silent for a long time, seemingly pondering his words as it determines its next course of action, stalking the outside of the garden walls like a fox waiting for a rabbit to leave its warren. And then, it makes its decision. "...I SHALL LEAVE FOR NOW... BUT REMEMBER THIS... UNLESS YOU FULFILL YOUR END OF OUR BARGAIN... OR FIND ME SOMETHING BETTER TO EXCHANGE... I SHALL RETURN... AND YOUR GARDEN WILL NOT BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU..." And so it leaves, the path of destruction behind the starving flames being slowly but steadily regrown as the overwhelming warmth retreats alongside it. Aside from the low cracklings of scattered embers, the forest falls silent once more.
Adeline, still shivering slightly whether from the cold or her panic or both, takes a moment to try to gather herself, taking deep breaths. "That's... that's good to know... that I won't lose myself, at the very least... I'll still be Adeline..." The honorary moth looks up at her mother as more answers lead to more questions. "...M- Maybe this is just another miracle... right?" She tries to smile a bit, but it's clear this is still worrying her quite a bit.
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)
*Ooh, this is back*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*September, this has hardly any character restrictions, right?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Correct!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*smirks, want to rp now?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.