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.
*Alright. It's hard to RP with this character. It's kind of like they don't want to be here.*
*Mine or yours?*
*Yours. They don't seem to be interested in the witch or have any reason to be there other than for the sake of it. There's not a lot of information being shared or story happening.*
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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.
*Alright. It's hard to RP with this character. It's kind of like they don't want to be here.*
*Mine or yours?*
*Yours. They don't seem to be interested in the witch or have any reason to be there other than for the sake of it. There's not a lot of information being shared or story happening.*
*it’s mainly because the Dragonborn doesn’t trust anyone that much.*
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.
*Alright. It's hard to RP with this character. It's kind of like they don't want to be here.*
*Mine or yours?*
*Yours. They don't seem to be interested in the witch or have any reason to be there other than for the sake of it. There's not a lot of information being shared or story happening.*
*it’s mainly because the Dragonborn doesn’t trust anyone that much.*
*Either way, it's not very easy or rewarding to RP with.*
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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.
"Hmmm... steak pie?" They chuckle, liquid pouring from behind their mask once more. "Yes, a blood pudding for my host!" They cackle, leaning back. "You underestimate my craft, Duchess! Oh, you've broken my heart!" They clutch their chest, a strangled grasp bursting from them as more soda gushes from their mouth. They slowly recover, the flow tapering off as their breathing steadies. "You've invited a witch into your home. Either you are a goddess or a fool, and at this point, I don't care which. I will make this worthwhile for you and your children."
She chuckles nervously as they make that strangled gasping sound. “Well, I certainly hope I am not a fool… I am glad to hear that, you are-… very kind. A steak pie would do wonderfully.”
*Should I tone down how insane this character is?*
They bow and turn to their pot, beginning to stir it.
*I actually think it’s pretty fun. Mother Moth is interesting with characters like this. If you think it’s too much, you can if you want, but it’s not a problem for me.*
she sits down on her knees, watching them work with interest. Her antennae are twitching quite a bit, raised above her head instead of hidden beneath her hair like usual.
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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.”
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
Julius looks over to the Dragonborn, tilting his head curiously. ”Are you alright?”
The Dragonborn doesn’t hear him.
He frowns. “Excuse me, are you alright?” He asks again. This time, the wind carries his message directly to the Dragonborn’s ears.
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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.”
*Alright. It's hard to RP with this character. It's kind of like they don't want to be here.*
*Mine or yours?*
*Yours. They don't seem to be interested in the witch or have any reason to be there other than for the sake of it. There's not a lot of information being shared or story happening.*
*it’s mainly because the Dragonborn doesn’t trust anyone that much.*
*Either way, it's not very easy or rewarding to RP with.*
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.
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
Julius looks over to the Dragonborn, tilting his head curiously. ”Are you alright?”
The Dragonborn doesn’t hear him.
He frowns. “Excuse me, are you alright?” He asks again. This time, the wind carries his message directly to the Dragonborn’s ears.
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.
Far, far away, behind the stone doors that scatter the land and amidst the crumbling ruins of Ghulheim, the crooked devourer of light continues its planning. From the flickering candle that sits atop the fallen tombstone it uses as a desk, the letter from Julius bursts into existence with a puff of embers, fluttering to the damp ground beneath. A hand of twisted root and metal catches the message before it touches the soil, and with another swift motion the wax seal opens with a faint snap. The god-eater reads through the letter carefully, before it begins packing up its meager amount of supplies and setting off once more, through the ghoul gate and into the Autumn Country once more. The letter shall guide its path.
Adeline is silent for a while, thinking. "Right now?... Worried. Curious... and something else I'm not quite sure about. I feel... hungry? But it's not a hunger I'm familiar with..." She notices her mother's trembling and frowns a bit. "How are you feeling?"
Once it enters Autumn Country, the edge of the letter’s paper begins to smolder and catch fire. It doesn’t fully burn, per Se, but the embers from the paper are carried off by the wind. In a way the wind isn’t blowing-… it’s fairly clear, they’re supposed to follow the embers.
”hunger?” She mutters under her breath, before Adeline asks her own question. “Oh, Adeline, I’m-… I’m fine, I told you, just… tired, and hungry… we don’t need to worry about that, now, though, you’re the most important thing right now.” She manages a smile.
The scourge watches the embers flutter- little fireflies contrasted by the near-midnight sky- and follows their path to the best of its ability. Ghoulianth does not ever tire or slow in its trek towards the necropolis Julius said they'd meet at, the god-eater hastened by the sense of urgency. It moves quietly as well as quickly- in its wounded state, it'd prefer to avoid the ears and eyes of its many enemies.
"...A- Alright. Just... make sure you get some rest and food when you can, okay? You've been working so hard caring for me and the others, I'd hate to see you neglect to care for yourself." Adeline manages a small smile as well, though it fades as she winces slightly. Hunger pains- but not a pain of the stomach, but a pain of the mind. "...I haven't found a way to quell it yet. Even a Goodberry didn't work..."
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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)
"Oh, the creation itself isn't anything magical, although I do use a bit to manipulate the dough, chopping in the butter and such. I could teach you sometime, if you're interested." They get up into a crouch, their gangly body only a few feet away now. "Normally this is where I would ask your name, but then I'd have to tell you mine and I'd rather not risk your health in the event that you use the obligatory name-stealing thing your kind are known for." They tilt their head. "I don't mean anything mean by that, and it's not like my name is important, but I have mugged redcaps in order to get it back. It had been traded a couple times."
"That sounds wonderful- I'd love to learn how it works!Oh, and don't worry, I can't take names. I'm not bound to fey rules enough for that... at least... I'm pretty sure that's the case." A nervous laugh escapes her, and she clearly seems worried by something, but tries to move on. "I'm Adeline- you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to."
While she talks, they look directly into her eyes with a furious intensity, the crimson glare shining bright while she talks. When she finishes talking, their gaze loses its immense focus and they laugh it off. They hold out their gloved hand, formerly white splattered with red and purple stains. "Goto! Nice to meet you, Adeline!"
*Thanks for your patience- I know it's late, so I'll just leave this for if you wanna continue. Goodnight, y'all!*
Adeline's voice grows a bit fainter and more nervous as she notices Goto staring her down. She looks up at their eyes as long as the glaring crimson shine remains- she can't seem to get herself to look away from the light until it loses its focus. "It's nice to meet you as well, Goto!" The honorary moth's smile grows a touch wider.
While she talks, they look directly into her eyes with a furious intensity, the crimson glare shining bright while she talks. When she finishes talking, their gaze loses its immense focus and they laugh it off. They hold out their gloved hand, formerly white splattered with red and purple stains. "Goto! Nice to meet you, Adeline!"
*Thanks for your patience- I know it's late, so I'll just leave this for if you wanna continue. Goodnight, y'all!*
Adeline's voice grows a bit fainter and more nervous as she notices Goto staring her down. She looks up at their eyes as long as the glaring crimson shine remains- she can't seem to get herself to look away from the light until it loses its focus. "It's nice to meet you as well, Goto!" The honorary moth's smile grows a touch wider.
Goto stands up and walks past her, only to circle back around to her side, holding a white, warm dress in his arms. "Why do you say that?" He mutters, loud enough to be clearly heard and understood, but quiet enough to still sound a bit like mumbling. "Anyway, I have something for you." He holds up the beautiful article. It has ornate, bone-shaped patterns and slits for wings. It's sized for someone about her height but of slightly greater weight.
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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.
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.
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- @Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"@Former_Queen_Yvonne
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.
While she talks, they look directly into her eyes with a furious intensity, the crimson glare shining bright while she talks. When she finishes talking, their gaze loses its immense focus and they laugh it off. They hold out their gloved hand, formerly white splattered with red and purple stains. "Goto! Nice to meet you, Adeline!"
*Thanks for your patience- I know it's late, so I'll just leave this for if you wanna continue. Goodnight, y'all!*
Adeline's voice grows a bit fainter and more nervous as she notices Goto staring her down. She looks up at their eyes as long as the glaring crimson shine remains- she can't seem to get herself to look away from the light until it loses its focus. "It's nice to meet you as well, Goto!" The honorary moth's smile grows a touch wider.
Goto stands up and walks past her, only to circle back around to her side, holding a white, warm dress in his arms. "Why do you say that?" He mutters, loud enough to be clearly heard and understood, but quiet enough to still sound a bit like mumbling. "Anyway, I have something for you." He holds up the beautiful article. It has ornate, bone-shaped patterns and slits for wings. It's sized for someone about her height but of slightly greater weight.
*Gooooooooood morning, Baal! How art thou today?*
The not-quite-fey is visibly surprised, her silver eyes regarding the garment with equal awe and confusion. "This... this is for me?..." She almost doesn't believe her ears for a moment, a smile growing on her face, before she very carefully takes the offered cozy dress from the witch's hands. "It's lovely! Thank you so much! Such immaculate detail!" She analyzes the dress' patterns, taking note of how each thread forms the skeletal design, before she pauses. "These slits on the back... they're for wings, yes?" There's clear confusion in her voice- not at their function, though. She understands that part rather well.
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.
Goto stands up and walks past her, only to circle back around to her side, holding a white, warm dress in his arms. "Why do you say that?" He mutters, loud enough to be clearly heard and understood, but quiet enough to still sound a bit like mumbling. "Anyway, I have something for you." He holds up the beautiful article. It has ornate, bone-shaped patterns and slits for wings. It's sized for someone about her height but of slightly greater weight.
*Gooooooooood morning, Baal! How art thou today?*
The not-quite-fey is visibly surprised, her silver eyes regarding the garment with equal awe and confusion. "This... this is for me?..." She almost doesn't believe her ears for a moment, a smile growing on her face, before she very carefully takes the offered cozy dress from the witch's hands. "It's lovely! Thank you so much! Such immaculate detail!" She analyzes the dress' patterns, taking note of how each thread forms the skeletal design, before she pauses. "These slits on the back... they're for wings, yes?" There's clear confusion in her voice- not at their function, though. She understands that part rather well.
*I'm doing fine. I've just finished up with a DnD session, and I'm going to be playing another one with Theren as the DM in about 2 hours. How about you?*
"Correct." He says simply. "I was just thinking ahead. The material is strong, and softer than silk. It used to be monopolized for the creation of multipurpose articles with a name lost to history. The plants that produced the original fibers went extinct, so this was made with a revived version, widely believed to be of inferior quality. But it's 100% real, according to the tailor." They hold out a tiny card with specifics on the creation and the shop that made the dress. It's not on this plane.
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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.
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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*Alright. It's hard to RP with this character. It's kind of like they don't want to be here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Mine or yours?*
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.
*Yours. They don't seem to be interested in the witch or have any reason to be there other than for the sake of it. There's not a lot of information being shared or story happening.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*it’s mainly because the Dragonborn doesn’t trust anyone that much.*
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.
*Either way, it's not very easy or rewarding to RP with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I actually think it’s pretty fun. Mother Moth is interesting with characters like this. If you think it’s too much, you can if you want, but it’s not a problem for me.*
she sits down on her knees, watching them work with interest. Her antennae are twitching quite a bit, raised above her head instead of hidden beneath her hair like usual.
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.”
He frowns. “Excuse me, are you alright?” He asks again. This time, the wind carries his message directly to the Dragonborn’s ears.
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.”
*sorry,*
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.
“No.” His voice is very weak.
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.
The scourge watches the embers flutter- little fireflies contrasted by the near-midnight sky- and follows their path to the best of its ability. Ghoulianth does not ever tire or slow in its trek towards the necropolis Julius said they'd meet at, the god-eater hastened by the sense of urgency. It moves quietly as well as quickly- in its wounded state, it'd prefer to avoid the ears and eyes of its many enemies.
"...A- Alright. Just... make sure you get some rest and food when you can, okay? You've been working so hard caring for me and the others, I'd hate to see you neglect to care for yourself." Adeline manages a small smile as well, though it fades as she winces slightly. Hunger pains- but not a pain of the stomach, but a pain of the mind. "...I haven't found a way to quell it yet. Even a Goodberry didn't work..."
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)
*Thanks for your patience- I know it's late, so I'll just leave this for if you wanna continue. Goodnight, y'all!*
Adeline's voice grows a bit fainter and more nervous as she notices Goto staring her down. She looks up at their eyes as long as the glaring crimson shine remains- she can't seem to get herself to look away from the light until it loses its focus. "It's nice to meet you as well, Goto!" The honorary moth's smile grows a touch wider.
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)
Goto stands up and walks past her, only to circle back around to her side, holding a white, warm dress in his arms. "Why do you say that?" He mutters, loud enough to be clearly heard and understood, but quiet enough to still sound a bit like mumbling. "Anyway, I have something for you." He holds up the beautiful article. It has ornate, bone-shaped patterns and slits for wings. It's sized for someone about her height but of slightly greater weight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*want to rp?*
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.
*Circle your on! I would RP put I got to play in my campaign.*
Edit: Is the Symbiote done?
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- @Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"@Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters
Pronouns are he, him, and part of the Tree cult, the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) nickname is colton
*almost.*
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.
*here https://www.dndbeyond.com/monsters/5572870-symbiote-circleofdragons-version*
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.
*Gooooooooood morning, Baal! How art thou today?*
The not-quite-fey is visibly surprised, her silver eyes regarding the garment with equal awe and confusion. "This... this is for me?..." She almost doesn't believe her ears for a moment, a smile growing on her face, before she very carefully takes the offered cozy dress from the witch's hands. "It's lovely! Thank you so much! Such immaculate detail!" She analyzes the dress' patterns, taking note of how each thread forms the skeletal design, before she pauses. "These slits on the back... they're for wings, yes?" There's clear confusion in her voice- not at their function, though. She understands that part rather well.
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)
*hello? Anyone want to rp?*
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.
*I'm doing fine. I've just finished up with a DnD session, and I'm going to be playing another one with Theren as the DM in about 2 hours. How about you?*
"Correct." He says simply. "I was just thinking ahead. The material is strong, and softer than silk. It used to be monopolized for the creation of multipurpose articles with a name lost to history. The plants that produced the original fibers went extinct, so this was made with a revived version, widely believed to be of inferior quality. But it's 100% real, according to the tailor." They hold out a tiny card with specifics on the creation and the shop that made the dress. It's not on this plane.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*baalze.*
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.