The witch stands to their feet, wiping the chin of their mask. "A-apologies." They choke out. "I'm afraid it's a curse of mine, and I have no one to retrieve tomes for me."
The armored man turns to look, but does not speak. "H-his Lordship," stammers the stoat, "simply believed that these trees could be restored with magic later and used for firewood now. We-" The armored figure looks down at the strugel, who quickly changes what they were about to same. "I, I humbly apologize for the actions of these skeletons. They were acting under..." The strugel begins to shiver, not from cold, but from fear. "M... my orders..."
He looks at the fizzling, sugary puddle of vomit, "Strange sort of... carbonated curse." He says. "It is probably better that you leave the retrieving of the books to someone else. Me for example. What are you looking for?"
"Magic does not restore a wood, it replaces a tree. You don't harvest the trees in isolation. Each one is entangled in an interconnected web. Not only do you destroy the tree, but also the insects in the wood, the nests in the branches, the fungus in the bark, and much more. Magic may regrow each tree specifically but it creates something fresh, new, isolated, alone, and empty. In time it will mold back into its environment, but you can never replace the old growth." The wind tears through his leafy mane and beard as he speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker wildly, "But trees are another sort of harvest. As the Harvest King, I have no desire to halt the reaper. I simply mean to warn you. Corn and wheat grows back each year, but a forest takes generations to harvest. Don't take more than your share."
*I can continue this slowly tomorrow if you'd like.*
"I was told of a book that might be able to transmute my curse into... something more manageable." He wheezes. "I... wasn't told the name..."
The skeletons stop chopping down trees, moving to cut the wood they already removed without any pause or hesitation. The strugel nods profusely. "Yes, your majesty." The armored figure crosses his arms and looks down at them, unimpressed. The servant looks like they're about to cry. "We'll redistribute what wood we have to those who can't get it for themselves, and not harvest any more. W-we've already taken out share, I think." They look up at their master and sort of shrink a bit in the face of the unimpressed death knight.
He ponders this and steps close to the shelf. He removes a single volume from the others and tucks it in under his arm before turning back to you. “Why don’t you give me more details about this curse of yours and I’ll see if I can find the book you were looking for.”
His flickering eyes dart from the strugel to the knight, “What are you using your harvest for?”
"I was told of a book that might be able to transmute my curse into... something more manageable." He wheezes. "I... wasn't told the name..."
The skeletons stop chopping down trees, moving to cut the wood they already removed without any pause or hesitation. The strugel nods profusely. "Yes, your majesty." The armored figure crosses his arms and looks down at them, unimpressed. The servant looks like they're about to cry. "We'll redistribute what wood we have to those who can't get it for themselves, and not harvest any more. W-we've already taken out share, I think." They look up at their master and sort of shrink a bit in the face of the unimpressed death knight.
He ponders this and steps close to the shelf. He removes a single volume from the others and tucks it in under his arm before turning back to you. “Why don’t you give me more details about this curse of yours and I’ll see if I can find the book you were looking for.”
His flickering eyes dart from the strugel to the knight, “What are you using your harvest for?”
"Well," They cover their mouth and cough some more. "It came from another witch, and has grown stronger over the past three years, but it's the source of my power. It's unfortunately hard to study something that has become part of your own soul, at least while you remain mortal."
"S-some of it is for firewood, and the-the rest of it is for construction." The servant is the only one who speaks for some reason. "Some of the people here aren't used to this kind of cold, and they're overcrowding sanctuaries and shelters just to freeze slower..."
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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.
"I was told of a book that might be able to transmute my curse into... something more manageable." He wheezes. "I... wasn't told the name..."
The skeletons stop chopping down trees, moving to cut the wood they already removed without any pause or hesitation. The strugel nods profusely. "Yes, your majesty." The armored figure crosses his arms and looks down at them, unimpressed. The servant looks like they're about to cry. "We'll redistribute what wood we have to those who can't get it for themselves, and not harvest any more. W-we've already taken out share, I think." They look up at their master and sort of shrink a bit in the face of the unimpressed death knight.
He ponders this and steps close to the shelf. He removes a single volume from the others and tucks it in under his arm before turning back to you. “Why don’t you give me more details about this curse of yours and I’ll see if I can find the book you were looking for.”
His flickering eyes dart from the strugel to the knight, “What are you using your harvest for?”
"Well," They cover their mouth and cough some more. "It came from another witch, and has grown stronger over the past three years, but it's the source of my power. It's unfortunately hard to study something that has become part of your own soul, at least while you remain mortal."
"S-some of it is for firewood, and the-the rest of it is for construction." The servant is the only one who speaks for some reason. "Some of the people here aren't used to this kind of cold, and they're overcrowding sanctuaries and shelters just to freeze slower..."
He drums his spidery fingers on the cover of the book under his arm as he thinks, "Do you know the mode of the hex? Evil eye? Witchball? Familiar? Sympathy?"
His face darkens and while he listens to the servant he looks at the armored one when speaking, "The frost has settled in deeper than... any of us are accustomed to. Winter has drawn closer than it has ever before. If the folk of this country need their warmth, let them pick from the harvest. That is no crime." The cold wind billows his goose feather cloak around his great shoulders, "I appreciate the services you are doing for my people, but I don't believe I have received a true introduction. You must be a very important person to have a mouthpiece such as this."
"Well," They cover their mouth and cough some more. "It came from another witch, and has grown stronger over the past three years, but it's the source of my power. It's unfortunately hard to study something that has become part of your own soul, at least while you remain mortal."
"S-some of it is for firewood, and the-the rest of it is for construction." The servant is the only one who speaks for some reason. "Some of the people here aren't used to this kind of cold, and they're overcrowding sanctuaries and shelters just to freeze slower..."
He drums his spidery fingers on the cover of the book under his arm as he thinks, "Do you know the mode of the hex? Evil eye? Witchball? Familiar? Sympathy?"
His face darkens and while he listens to the servant he looks at the armored one when speaking, "The frost has settled in deeper than... any of us are accustomed to. Winter has drawn closer than it has ever before. If the folk of this country need their warmth, let them pick from the harvest. That is no crime." The cold wind billows his goose feather cloak around his great shoulders, "I appreciate the services you are doing for my people, but I don't believe I have received a true introduction. You must be a very important person to have a mouthpiece such as this."
"The only hex I can think of that could have this level of power, control, and duration would be-" He coughs violently into his arm for about 30 seconds. "...a death curse, but that's impossible. They were alive and kicking when I slighted them... I assume. I didn't get a good look at them."
The armored man still doesn't speak. "Please forgive His Lordship, he is known as Lord Braafheid, also known as He Who Draws Blood From Stone and the Corpse Prince. His Lordship prefers not to speak, as His Lordship believes that one of great stature must choose their words with wisdom mortal men cannot provide, otherwise they may slip and cause offense. After all, many a politician has ruined their career by not shutting up, right? Y-you, of course, are wise enough to choose your words well, but His Lordship has not even passed his hundredth year! So he keeps me around to be his voice, since my words and actions are less important." Braafheid nods.
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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.
"Well," They cover their mouth and cough some more. "It came from another witch, and has grown stronger over the past three years, but it's the source of my power. It's unfortunately hard to study something that has become part of your own soul, at least while you remain mortal."
"S-some of it is for firewood, and the-the rest of it is for construction." The servant is the only one who speaks for some reason. "Some of the people here aren't used to this kind of cold, and they're overcrowding sanctuaries and shelters just to freeze slower..."
He drums his spidery fingers on the cover of the book under his arm as he thinks, "Do you know the mode of the hex? Evil eye? Witchball? Familiar? Sympathy?"
His face darkens and while he listens to the servant he looks at the armored one when speaking, "The frost has settled in deeper than... any of us are accustomed to. Winter has drawn closer than it has ever before. If the folk of this country need their warmth, let them pick from the harvest. That is no crime." The cold wind billows his goose feather cloak around his great shoulders, "I appreciate the services you are doing for my people, but I don't believe I have received a true introduction. You must be a very important person to have a mouthpiece such as this."
"The only hex I can think of that could have this level of power, control, and duration would be-" He coughs violently into his arm for about 30 seconds. "...a death curse, but that's impossible. They were alive and kicking when I slighted them... I assume. I didn't get a good look at them."
The armored man still doesn't speak. "Please forgive His Lordship, he is known as Lord Braafheid, also known as He Who Draws Blood From Stone and the Corpse Prince. His Lordship prefers not to speak, as His Lordship believes that one of great stature must choose their words with wisdom mortal men cannot provide, otherwise they may slip and cause offense. After all, many a politician has ruined their career by not shutting up, right? Y-you, of course, are wise enough to choose your words well, but His Lordship has not even passed his hundredth year! So he keeps me around to be his voice, since my words and actions are less important." Braafheid nods.
He tilts his spectacled head to the side in consideration, "What reason did they have to curse you?"
He is silent for a moment before speaking, "One is wise to watch their words, but letting another run their mouth in your stead seems just as dangerous to me. I prefer to speak my own thoughts and not let anyone else's words be counted as my own." He runs a worn hand through is bushy beard.
"The only hex I can think of that could have this level of power, control, and duration would be-" He coughs violently into his arm for about 30 seconds. "...a death curse, but that's impossible. They were alive and kicking when I slighted them... I assume. I didn't get a good look at them."
The armored man still doesn't speak. "Please forgive His Lordship, he is known as Lord Braafheid, also known as He Who Draws Blood From Stone and the Corpse Prince. His Lordship prefers not to speak, as His Lordship believes that one of great stature must choose their words with wisdom mortal men cannot provide, otherwise they may slip and cause offense. After all, many a politician has ruined their career by not shutting up, right? Y-you, of course, are wise enough to choose your words well, but His Lordship has not even passed his hundredth year! So he keeps me around to be his voice, since my words and actions are less important." Braafheid nods.
He tilts his spectacled head to the side in consideration, "What reason did they have to curse you?"
He is silent for a moment before speaking, "One is wise to watch their words, but letting another run their mouth in your stead seems just as dangerous to me. I prefer to speak my own thoughts and not let anyone else's words be counted as my own." He runs a worn hand through is bushy beard.
"I think it's because I bought the last bottle of soda at a marketplace. They must have wanted it, because they cursed me immediately afterward, but beyond that I have no inkling of a motive." They sit down next to a desk, head hanging down.
The strugel goes silent for a bit. His Lordship seems slightly annoyed. He nudges the servant with his foot. "His Lordship..." They look up at their master, a worried and pleading look in their eyes. Braafheid's piercing gaze softens ever-so-slightly. "...appreciates your honesty and understands your meaning, but would prefer to use his own methods."
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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.
Late at night, trudging through the snow is a young man- deceased, it seems, considering he’s transparent, his form wispy and unsure- with disheveled, long brown hair, a freckled face, and strangely warm eyes for a ghost. He grimaces, buffeted by the wind as if he were fully physical, shivering despite being dressed in several layers of furs- and also being dead. He pauses on the edge of a large forest- the one that the silken sanctuary resides in, taking something from his pocket, examining it, and putting back before continuing on into the woods.
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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.”
He considers this, his candlelit eyes flickering. “And if you can’t?”
she nods. “This…. Has happened before?”
It is silent for a while. "...I have an escape hatch in mind for if that's the case. I'd never go into a plan without preparing for if it goes wrong."
"...A few times, yes. When I try to sleep... I just wake up and start knitting, but I don't really wake up." She seems more confused than anything, slowly continuing her knitting as she thinks, though she doesn't re-enter that trance. "It's... I don't know. It scares me... and yet... I... I almost feel like I need to do this... but I don't know why..."
“Oh? And what’s that escape?”
”well-… chances are, I could… figure out a way to stop this. If you-… if you wanted it to stop.”
*random question, did we ever decide if Adeline was her original name, or if Mother Moth had taken it when she had adopted her? Either could work, and if it isn’t her original name, it could lead to something really cool, where Mother Moth could reverse the transformation by giving Adeline’s name, her humanity, back.*
"Rejuvenation through placing pieces of my soul in vessels stored beforehand. If Amina's revival can tear my soul free from the Ravenous Flame, perhaps someone else could do the same if they already had a piece of my soul to work for. Though I might not need to use that- I have an ace up my sleeve." The god-swallowing blight doesn't elaborate further than that- a magician always keeps their secrets, after all.
"I'm... this might be the mental changes you were talking about speaking, but I... I'm... not sure I want to stop it..." She timidly responds, sounding unsure if she can trust her own judgement. "...It scares me, but... some small part of me... finds it hard to care about that..."
*I don't think we decided yet- but if we're choosing now, let's go with it being a name given to her by Mother Moth. That could be a fun way to restore her humanity- while it might not reverse the effects (at least, not quickly), it would stop them from developing further.*
*sorry for the late response.*
”hmmph. I wasn’t aware you had a soul. But… hopefully that would work. Okay, we have a plan then!” He smiles slightly, his eyes flickering with candlelight, though his hopeful grin falters a bit.
”okay-… alright. We can-… leave this be for now, see what happens-... how does that sound?”
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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.”
Late at night, trudging through the snow is a young man- deceased, it seems, considering he’s transparent, his form wispy and unsure- with disheveled, long brown hair, a freckled face, and strangely warm eyes for a ghost. He grimaces, buffeted by the wind as if he were fully physical, shivering despite being dressed in several layers of furs- and also being dead. He pauses on the edge of a large forest- the one that the silken sanctuary resides in, taking something from his pocket, examining it, and putting back before continuing on into the woods.
The strugel servant is there, on their own, playing in the snow with their shovel the way a child would play in the sand. They look up. "Are you alright, sir?"
If the man is undead, he feels a great warmth and comfort around the servant.
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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.
Late at night, trudging through the snow is a young man- deceased, it seems, considering he’s transparent, his form wispy and unsure- with disheveled, long brown hair, a freckled face, and strangely warm eyes for a ghost. He grimaces, buffeted by the wind as if he were fully physical, shivering despite being dressed in several layers of furs- and also being dead. He pauses on the edge of a large forest- the one that the silken sanctuary resides in, taking something from his pocket, examining it, and putting back before continuing on into the woods.
The strugel servant is there, on their own, playing in the snow with their shovel the way a child would play in the sand. They look up. "Are you alright, sir?"
If the man is undead, he feels a great warmth and comfort around the servant.
He sees the servant, slowly approaching them, waving with a spectral hand. ”I’m alright, t-t-thank you for your concern-… why is it so cold? This is… Autumn Country, right?” he asks, looking up to the clouds above.
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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.”
The strugel servant is there, on their own, playing in the snow with their shovel the way a child would play in the sand. They look up. "Are you alright, sir?"
If the man is undead, he feels a great warmth and comfort around the servant.
He sees the servant, slowly approaching them, waving with a spectral hand. ”I’m alright, t-t-thank you for your concern-… why is it so cold? This is… Autumn Country, right?” he asks, looking up to the clouds above.
"It's supposed to be." They make a tiny snowman with their shaky paws. "There was an issue. It will be rectified by this time next year, I'm certain. His Lordship, Henry Braafheid, is doing his best to make sure there's an Autumn Country to save by that time."
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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 strugel servant is there, on their own, playing in the snow with their shovel the way a child would play in the sand. They look up. "Are you alright, sir?"
If the man is undead, he feels a great warmth and comfort around the servant.
He sees the servant, slowly approaching them, waving with a spectral hand. ”I’m alright, t-t-thank you for your concern-… why is it so cold? This is… Autumn Country, right?” he asks, looking up to the clouds above.
"It's supposed to be." They make a tiny snowman with their shaky paws. "There was an issue. It will be rectified by this time next year, I'm certain. His Lordship, Henry Braafheid, is doing his best to make sure there's an Autumn Country to save by that time."
He looks into the woods, blankly staring at the darkness. “She must be so worried-… why is it like this?… good to hear it won’t be like this forever, at least. She doesn’t deserve that…”
"It's supposed to be." They make a tiny snowman with their shaky paws. "There was an issue. It will be rectified by this time next year, I'm certain. His Lordship, Henry Braafheid, is doing his best to make sure there's an Autumn Country to save by that time."
He looks into the woods, blankly staring at the darkness. “She must be so worried-… why is it like this?… good to hear it won’t be like this forever, at least. She doesn’t deserve that…”
"Who do you speak of, friend? Unless it is not for me to know." They get up and walk a bit closer.
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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.
"It's supposed to be." They make a tiny snowman with their shaky paws. "There was an issue. It will be rectified by this time next year, I'm certain. His Lordship, Henry Braafheid, is doing his best to make sure there's an Autumn Country to save by that time."
He looks into the woods, blankly staring at the darkness. “She must be so worried-… why is it like this?… good to hear it won’t be like this forever, at least. She doesn’t deserve that…”
"Who do you speak of, friend? Unless it is not for me to know." They get up and walk a bit closer.
He’s silent for a long time, staring into the dark. “I can’t say.” He shakes his head. “But she’s somewhere in Autumn Country.”
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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.”
"Who do you speak of, friend? Unless it is not for me to know." They get up and walk a bit closer.
He’s silent for a long time, staring into the dark. “I can’t say.” He shakes his head. “But she’s somewhere in Autumn Country.”
"Do you need help finding her?" The little critter sits down and leans against his leg.
his leg is physical. It just seems ethereal.
He nods.”yes, I do… I think I’m close. But If I-… say her name, or who or what I’m looking for, - that damned fox will find me again-… and I can’t have that happen not when I’m this close. That-… probably doesn’t make a lot of sense.” he pauses. “She must be worried sick.”
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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.”
"Do you need help finding her?" The little critter sits down and leans against his leg.
his leg is physical. It just seems ethereal.
He nods.”yes, I do… I think I’m close. But If I-… say her name, or who or what I’m looking for, - that damned fox will find me again-… and I can’t have that happen not when I’m this close. That-… probably doesn’t make a lot of sense.” he pauses. “She must be worried sick.”
"I know a mighty necromancer. His Lordship can send out his minions to help you search. Shadows, creatures of gravedirt, the bones beneath the soil, I'm sure they'll help us."
Their fur is incredibly soft, but doesn't quite feel real.
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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.
*hey Baalz, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been very consistent with rp recently, I’m just not really up to it sometimes. I’ll be able to continue this tomorrow :>*
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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 Baalz, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been very consistent with rp recently, I’m just not really up to it sometimes. I’ll be able to continue this tomorrow :>*
*You don't have to worry about it. If you're not up to RP, you're not up to RP. I don't mind it as long as you're not deliberately avoiding me or anything. I care about you.*
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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.
”well-… chances are, I could… figure out a way to stop this. If you-… if you wanted it to stop.”
*random question, did we ever decide if Adeline was her original name, or if Mother Moth had taken it when she had adopted her? Either could work, and if it isn’t her original name, it could lead to something really cool, where Mother Moth could reverse the transformation by giving Adeline’s name, her humanity, back.*
"Rejuvenation through placing pieces of my soul in vessels stored beforehand. If Amina's revival can tear my soul free from the Ravenous Flame, perhaps someone else could do the same if they already had a piece of my soul to work for. Though I might not need to use that- I have an ace up my sleeve." The god-swallowing blight doesn't elaborate further than that- a magician always keeps their secrets, after all.
"I'm... this might be the mental changes you were talking about speaking, but I... I'm... not sure I want to stop it..." She timidly responds, sounding unsure if she can trust her own judgement. "...It scares me, but... some small part of me... finds it hard to care about that..."
*I don't think we decided yet- but if we're choosing now, let's go with it being a name given to her by Mother Moth. That could be a fun way to restore her humanity- while it might not reverse the effects (at least, not quickly), it would stop them from developing further.*
*sorry for the late response.*
”hmmph. I wasn’t aware you had a soul. But… hopefully that would work. Okay, we have a plan then!” He smiles slightly, his eyes flickering with candlelight, though his hopeful grin falters a bit.
”okay-… alright. We can-… leave this be for now, see what happens-... how does that sound?”
*It's perfectly fine- take as much time as you need! :)*
"Yes, it seems we have a plan. Excellent!" If it could, the god-eater ghoul would be smiling as well. A faint sound of a far-away roaring can be heard in the distance, and Ghoulianth shudders. "It's still looking for you, it seems. We'll have to act fast."
"That sounds... alright. If something really bad happens with it, I'll let you know as soon as possible, okay?" The not-quite-fey manages an anxious smile.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He ponders this and steps close to the shelf. He removes a single volume from the others and tucks it in under his arm before turning back to you. “Why don’t you give me more details about this curse of yours and I’ll see if I can find the book you were looking for.”
His flickering eyes dart from the strugel to the knight, “What are you using your harvest for?”
"Well," They cover their mouth and cough some more. "It came from another witch, and has grown stronger over the past three years, but it's the source of my power. It's unfortunately hard to study something that has become part of your own soul, at least while you remain mortal."
"S-some of it is for firewood, and the-the rest of it is for construction." The servant is the only one who speaks for some reason. "Some of the people here aren't used to this kind of cold, and they're overcrowding sanctuaries and shelters just to freeze slower..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He drums his spidery fingers on the cover of the book under his arm as he thinks, "Do you know the mode of the hex? Evil eye? Witchball? Familiar? Sympathy?"
His face darkens and while he listens to the servant he looks at the armored one when speaking, "The frost has settled in deeper than... any of us are accustomed to. Winter has drawn closer than it has ever before. If the folk of this country need their warmth, let them pick from the harvest. That is no crime." The cold wind billows his goose feather cloak around his great shoulders, "I appreciate the services you are doing for my people, but I don't believe I have received a true introduction. You must be a very important person to have a mouthpiece such as this."
"The only hex I can think of that could have this level of power, control, and duration would be-" He coughs violently into his arm for about 30 seconds. "...a death curse, but that's impossible. They were alive and kicking when I slighted them... I assume. I didn't get a good look at them."
The armored man still doesn't speak. "Please forgive His Lordship, he is known as Lord Braafheid, also known as He Who Draws Blood From Stone and the Corpse Prince. His Lordship prefers not to speak, as His Lordship believes that one of great stature must choose their words with wisdom mortal men cannot provide, otherwise they may slip and cause offense. After all, many a politician has ruined their career by not shutting up, right? Y-you, of course, are wise enough to choose your words well, but His Lordship has not even passed his hundredth year! So he keeps me around to be his voice, since my words and actions are less important." Braafheid nods.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tilts his spectacled head to the side in consideration, "What reason did they have to curse you?"
He is silent for a moment before speaking, "One is wise to watch their words, but letting another run their mouth in your stead seems just as dangerous to me. I prefer to speak my own thoughts and not let anyone else's words be counted as my own." He runs a worn hand through is bushy beard.
"I think it's because I bought the last bottle of soda at a marketplace. They must have wanted it, because they cursed me immediately afterward, but beyond that I have no inkling of a motive." They sit down next to a desk, head hanging down.
The strugel goes silent for a bit. His Lordship seems slightly annoyed. He nudges the servant with his foot. "His Lordship..." They look up at their master, a worried and pleading look in their eyes. Braafheid's piercing gaze softens ever-so-slightly. "...appreciates your honesty and understands your meaning, but would prefer to use his own methods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Late at night, trudging through the snow is a young man- deceased, it seems, considering he’s transparent, his form wispy and unsure- with disheveled, long brown hair, a freckled face, and strangely warm eyes for a ghost. He grimaces, buffeted by the wind as if he were fully physical, shivering despite being dressed in several layers of furs- and also being dead. He pauses on the edge of a large forest- the one that the silken sanctuary resides in, taking something from his pocket, examining it, and putting back before continuing on into the woods.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*sorry for the late response.*
”hmmph. I wasn’t aware you had a soul. But… hopefully that would work. Okay, we have a plan then!” He smiles slightly, his eyes flickering with candlelight, though his hopeful grin falters a bit.
”okay-… alright. We can-… leave this be for now, see what happens-... how does that sound?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The strugel servant is there, on their own, playing in the snow with their shovel the way a child would play in the sand. They look up. "Are you alright, sir?"
If the man is undead, he feels a great warmth and comfort around the servant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sees the servant, slowly approaching them, waving with a spectral hand. ”I’m alright, t-t-thank you for your concern-… why is it so cold? This is… Autumn Country, right?” he asks, looking up to the clouds above.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"It's supposed to be." They make a tiny snowman with their shaky paws. "There was an issue. It will be rectified by this time next year, I'm certain. His Lordship, Henry Braafheid, is doing his best to make sure there's an Autumn Country to save by that time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks into the woods, blankly staring at the darkness. “She must be so worried-… why is it like this?… good to hear it won’t be like this forever, at least. She doesn’t deserve that…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Who do you speak of, friend? Unless it is not for me to know." They get up and walk a bit closer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s silent for a long time, staring into the dark. “I can’t say.” He shakes his head. “But she’s somewhere in Autumn Country.”
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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.”
"Do you need help finding her?" The little critter sits down and leans against his leg.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
his leg is physical. It just seems ethereal.
He nods. ”yes, I do… I think I’m close. But If I-… say her name, or who or what I’m looking for, - that damned fox will find me again-… and I can’t have that happen not when I’m this close. That-… probably doesn’t make a lot of sense.” he pauses. “She must be worried sick.”
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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.”
"I know a mighty necromancer. His Lordship can send out his minions to help you search. Shadows, creatures of gravedirt, the bones beneath the soil, I'm sure they'll help us."
Their fur is incredibly soft, but doesn't quite feel real.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hey Baalz, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been very consistent with rp recently, I’m just not really up to it sometimes. I’ll be able to continue this tomorrow :>*
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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.”
*You don't have to worry about it. If you're not up to RP, you're not up to RP. I don't mind it as long as you're not deliberately avoiding me or anything. I care about you.*
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 perfectly fine- take as much time as you need! :)*
"Yes, it seems we have a plan. Excellent!" If it could, the god-eater ghoul would be smiling as well. A faint sound of a far-away roaring can be heard in the distance, and Ghoulianth shudders. "It's still looking for you, it seems. We'll have to act fast."
"That sounds... alright. If something really bad happens with it, I'll let you know as soon as possible, okay?" The not-quite-fey manages an anxious smile.
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)