"Ah, I see. How do you feel about mold, friend Voyd?" He holds out a hand. Different colors and textures of fungus begin to grow through the blackness. "Your skin is ripe for decay."
“I am but borrowing this skin after a dear friend decided he was done with it. Do as you wish.” “Friend.” Voyd holds out their own borrowed hand
He grips the rotting flesh. The fungus grows all over it, bolstering and coloring the cadaver with an entire rainbow of decomposers. "Now that's beauty."
“Ah.” Voyd does a little twirl. “This reminds me of when my scales were all of these colors. Back in my youth…”
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"No, I don't think I will. I've come to make a proposal, and you will listen or I'll throw this rodent through your main body. And trust me, the force imbued will destroy both of you." She walks closer, pressing Typhon's face against the weapon. "I'm going to be taking over the Autumn Country. You can either join me, or you can try to kill me. I'm good either way, but I'd rather have you as a subordinate than a foe." She pauses and listens. "That idiot scientist is coming. You have one minute before he gets here, at which point I'll kill him, the jerky man, and this rat."
*Thank you for your patience!*
Helianth's flames burn even brighter and hotter for a while, its anger boiling over as it stares right at the Queen... it puts away its weapons, sighing. "...Fine. You win. Just let them live and I can heal them." It is clearly not at all happy about any of this, its flames still burning hot as molten metal on a summer's day. It holsters the Solar Obliterator in a notch along a metal cord it incorporated into its stem.
She smiles and tosses Typhon to the ground behind her. "See? Wasn't that easy? One of my advisors said that monsters were hard to tame, but you seem pretty simple."
She sits down on Gardziel's bed, kicking the limbless owner across the room and leaning back. "Now, while I'm waiting for the war to begin, I want to know what you want from the Autumn Country. As a baron or whatever the hell we'll call you, you'll be in charge of large swathes of land. What do you intend to do with them?"
The crooked flower lunges to catch Typhon and Gardziel before they collide with anything, making sure they're not any more harmed as one of its tendrils rummages through drawers for medical supplies, all the while glaring at her with palpable resentment.
"We intended to create a land of eternal summertime- a true paradise of sorts- and maintain this paradise while reaping the benefits for the foreseeable future. We also planned to eliminate threats to our- and as of very recently unfortunately, your- power to ensure our paradise's longevity. Namely, Ragnorra, the Ghoul Queen, and a few others."
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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)
He grips the rotting flesh. The fungus grows all over it, bolstering and coloring the cadaver with an entire rainbow of decomposers. "Now that's beauty."
“Ah.” Voyd does a little twirl. “This reminds me of when my scales were all of these colors. Back in my youth…”
There is a pause. "Is it youth you desire?"
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She smiles and tosses Typhon to the ground behind her. "See? Wasn't that easy? One of my advisors said that monsters were hard to tame, but you seem pretty simple."
She sits down on Gardziel's bed, kicking the limbless owner across the room and leaning back. "Now, while I'm waiting for the war to begin, I want to know what you want from the Autumn Country. As a baron or whatever the hell we'll call you, you'll be in charge of large swathes of land. What do you intend to do with them?"
The crooked flower lunges to catch Typhon and Gardziel before they collide with anything, making sure they're not any more harmed as one of its tendrils rummages through drawers for medical supplies, all the while glaring at her with palpable resentment.
"We intended to create a land of eternal summertime- a true paradise of sorts- and maintain this paradise while reaping the benefits for the foreseeable future. We also planned to eliminate threats to our- and as of very recently unfortunately, your- power to ensure our paradise's longevity. Namely, Ragnorra, the Ghoul Queen, and a few others."
The Queen kicks her feet. "Ragnorra is gone. Honestly, it didn't take that much effort to chase her off. A group of experienced adventurers could have done it in under five minutes."
She laughs. "Perhaps something more your speed is in order. Have you heard of Mother Moth?"
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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.
She smiles and tosses Typhon to the ground behind her. "See? Wasn't that easy? One of my advisors said that monsters were hard to tame, but you seem pretty simple."
She sits down on Gardziel's bed, kicking the limbless owner across the room and leaning back. "Now, while I'm waiting for the war to begin, I want to know what you want from the Autumn Country. As a baron or whatever the hell we'll call you, you'll be in charge of large swathes of land. What do you intend to do with them?"
The crooked flower lunges to catch Typhon and Gardziel before they collide with anything, making sure they're not any more harmed as one of its tendrils rummages through drawers for medical supplies, all the while glaring at her with palpable resentment.
"We intended to create a land of eternal summertime- a true paradise of sorts- and maintain this paradise while reaping the benefits for the foreseeable future. We also planned to eliminate threats to our- and as of very recently unfortunately, your- power to ensure our paradise's longevity. Namely, Ragnorra, the Ghoul Queen, and a few others."
The Queen kicks her feet. "Ragnorra is gone. Honestly, it didn't take that much effort to chase her off. A group of experienced adventurers could have done it in under five minutes."
She laughs. "Perhaps something more your speed is in order. Have you heard of Mother Moth?"
"...I've read of her, yes, though we haven't payed her much mind as of late. She's a Summer fey, after all, so we doubted she would intervene. Why, do you want us to chase her away as well?" It starts to patch up some of its associates' wounds, reattaching Gardziel's limbs as best it can.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He grips the rotting flesh. The fungus grows all over it, bolstering and coloring the cadaver with an entire rainbow of decomposers. "Now that's beauty."
“Ah.” Voyd does a little twirl. “This reminds me of when my scales were all of these colors. Back in my youth…”
There is a pause. "Is it youth you desire?"
“Silly, by the standards of my category as a whole, I’m barely an infant! I’ve got plenty of youth left according to my cousins.”
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The Queen kicks her feet. "Ragnorra is gone. Honestly, it didn't take that much effort to chase her off. A group of experienced adventurers could have done it in under five minutes."
She laughs. "Perhaps something more your speed is in order. Have you heard of Mother Moth?"
"...I've read of her, yes, though we haven't payed her much mind as of late. She's a Summer fey, after all, so we doubted she would intervene. Why, do you want us to chase her away as well?" It starts to patch up some of its associates' wounds, reattaching Gardziel's limbs as best it can.
"Kill her. And her children." She shrugs. "It's a simple job, even for a trio of goofs like you. Just make sure that the people in charge know that I called the strike." She grabs one of Helianth's heads and cups her hand under its 'chin.' "Do you think you can manage that?" She speaks in a mocking, patronizing tone. Her skin is glowing red hot, but she doesn't seem bothered.
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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 Queen kicks her feet. "Ragnorra is gone. Honestly, it didn't take that much effort to chase her off. A group of experienced adventurers could have done it in under five minutes."
She laughs. "Perhaps something more your speed is in order. Have you heard of Mother Moth?"
"...I've read of her, yes, though we haven't payed her much mind as of late. She's a Summer fey, after all, so we doubted she would intervene. Why, do you want us to chase her away as well?" It starts to patch up some of its associates' wounds, reattaching Gardziel's limbs as best it can.
"Kill her. And her children." She shrugs. "It's a simple job, even for a trio of goofs like you. Just make sure that the people in charge know that I called the strike." She grabs one of Helianth's heads and cups her hand under its 'chin.' "Do you think you can manage that?" She speaks in a mocking, patronizing tone. Her skin is glowing red hot, but she doesn't seem bothered.
It tries to take her hands off of its flower head, managing to pull itself away again. "...Very well. It's not like we have a choice at the moment. We'll need a few days to strategize, though. Ensure a swift and unstoppable victory- I can't imagine you'd tolerate a job half done." It continues to tend to its allies' wounds, seeming to have at the very least stabilized them. "...I doubt it's important to us, but I have to ask- why?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Kill her. And her children." She shrugs. "It's a simple job, even for a trio of goofs like you. Just make sure that the people in charge know that I called the strike." She grabs one of Helianth's heads and cups her hand under its 'chin.' "Do you think you can manage that?" She speaks in a mocking, patronizing tone. Her skin is glowing red hot, but she doesn't seem bothered.
It tries to take her hands off of its flower head, managing to pull itself away again. "...Very well. It's not like we have a choice at the moment. We'll need a few days to strategize, though. Ensure a swift and unstoppable victory- I can't imagine you'd tolerate a job half done." It continues to tend to its allies' wounds, seeming to have at the very least stabilized them. "...I doubt it's important to us, but I have to ask- why?"
"Because I want it done!" She grabs Typhon, who just woke up, and wrenches his arm until his shoulder is dislocated and he starts screaming once more. She scowls and leans inches away from Helianth's main head. "You should be glad that I'll even consider you idiots pets. You do not question me. You do not-"
Slopnik bursts into the room, heavily armed, and is immediately thrown through a wall all the way out of the ship. She takes a deep breath and whispers. "You do not exist unless I will it. Understood, bonsai?"
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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.
"Kill her. And her children." She shrugs. "It's a simple job, even for a trio of goofs like you. Just make sure that the people in charge know that I called the strike." She grabs one of Helianth's heads and cups her hand under its 'chin.' "Do you think you can manage that?" She speaks in a mocking, patronizing tone. Her skin is glowing red hot, but she doesn't seem bothered.
It tries to take her hands off of its flower head, managing to pull itself away again. "...Very well. It's not like we have a choice at the moment. We'll need a few days to strategize, though. Ensure a swift and unstoppable victory- I can't imagine you'd tolerate a job half done." It continues to tend to its allies' wounds, seeming to have at the very least stabilized them. "...I doubt it's important to us, but I have to ask- why?"
"Because I want it done!" She grabs Typhon, who just woke up, and wrenches his arm until his shoulder is dislocated and he starts screaming once more. She scowls and leans inches away from Helianth's main head. "You should be glad that I'll even consider you idiots pets. You do not question me. You do not-"
Slopnik bursts into the room, heavily armed, and is immediately thrown through a wall all the way out of the ship. She takes a deep breath and whispers. "You do not exist unless I will it. Understood, bonsai?"
It glares daggers at the Queen, its flames visibly growing as even the Ravenous Flame stares her down, but it says nothing for a while. "...Understood. I shan't object to your orders... my queen..." It responds in a growl. If it had teeth, they would be cracked and bloody from the sheer force with which it would clench its metaphorical jaw. It's clear to all that it completely, utterly HATES 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)
"Because I want it done!" She grabs Typhon, who just woke up, and wrenches his arm until his shoulder is dislocated and he starts screaming once more. She scowls and leans inches away from Helianth's main head. "You should be glad that I'll even consider you idiots pets. You do not question me. You do not-"
Slopnik bursts into the room, heavily armed, and is immediately thrown through a wall all the way out of the ship. She takes a deep breath and whispers. "You do not exist unless I will it. Understood, bonsai?"
It glares daggers at the Queen, its flames visibly growing as even the Ravenous Flame stares her down, but it says nothing for a while. "...Understood. I shan't object to your orders... my queen..." It responds in a growl. If it had teeth, they would be cracked and bloody from the sheer force with which it would clench its metaphorical jaw. It's clear to all that it completely, utterly HATES her.
"Oh goody. I'll be on my way now. Ta ta!"
She walks out the hole she made and flies away.
(Good end? [Also, does Helianth save Slopnik?])
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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.
"Because I want it done!" She grabs Typhon, who just woke up, and wrenches his arm until his shoulder is dislocated and he starts screaming once more. She scowls and leans inches away from Helianth's main head. "You should be glad that I'll even consider you idiots pets. You do not question me. You do not-"
Slopnik bursts into the room, heavily armed, and is immediately thrown through a wall all the way out of the ship. She takes a deep breath and whispers. "You do not exist unless I will it. Understood, bonsai?"
It glares daggers at the Queen, its flames visibly growing as even the Ravenous Flame stares her down, but it says nothing for a while. "...Understood. I shan't object to your orders... my queen..." It responds in a growl. If it had teeth, they would be cracked and bloody from the sheer force with which it would clench its metaphorical jaw. It's clear to all that it completely, utterly HATES her.
"Oh goody. I'll be on my way now. Ta ta!"
She walks out the hole she made and flies away.
(Good end? [Also, does Helianth save Slopnik?])
The crooked flower goes to save Slopnik as well the moment the Queen departs, making sure all three of its frie- er, associates are at least stable before it goes to fix the damage to the ship, grumbling to itself all the while about how it'll tear out her spine the moment it's able to.
(Sure, looks like a good place to conclude- with a cliffhanger! Do you want any other of my characters?)
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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 crooked flower goes to save Slopnik as well the moment the Queen departs, making sure all three of its frie- er, associates are at least stable before it goes to fix the damage to the ship, grumbling to itself all the while about how it'll tear out her spine the moment it's able to.
(Sure, looks like a good place to conclude- with a cliffhanger! Do you want any other of my characters?)
*Hmmm... I'll take anyone to interact with the Prince.*
Deep in the woods, a 10-foot-tall humanoid walks, looking like he's drenched in the stuff of shadow. He's dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, flipping said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow. He holds a chocolate bar in his other hand
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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 crooked flower goes to save Slopnik as well the moment the Queen departs, making sure all three of its frie- er, associates are at least stable before it goes to fix the damage to the ship, grumbling to itself all the while about how it'll tear out her spine the moment it's able to.
(Sure, looks like a good place to conclude- with a cliffhanger! Do you want any other of my characters?)
*Hmmm... I'll take anyone to interact with the Prince.*
Deep in the woods, a 10-foot-tall humanoid walks, looking like he's drenched in the stuff of shadow. He's dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, flipping said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow. He holds a chocolate bar in his other hand
*Alrighty, one traumatized moth, coming right up!*
Adeline has been frantic as of late, and for good reason. Everything is in order, but she has to speak with Mother Moth again before making a decision- and, less importantly to her- she needs the strength for what must be done. Metamorphosis takes a lot of energy, after all.
The first thing the Prince notices is an assortment of yellowed, rotten bones in a neat pile under the boughs of a tree. The bones of an undead, no doubt, picked entirely clean of noxious flesh. The second thing he can notice is the woman in layers of winter garb a short distance from the bones, wrapping a second again-killed ghoul in webbing for later. She's muttering something to herself, and judging by the tone, she's quite worried about something. The nymph doesn't hear him at first though.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Alrighty, one traumatized moth, coming right up!*
Adeline has been frantic as of late, and for good reason. Everything is in order, but she has to speak with Mother Moth again before making a decision- and, less importantly to her- she needs the strength for what must be done. Metamorphosis takes a lot of energy, after all.
The first thing the Prince notices is an assortment of yellowed, rotten bones in a neat pile under the boughs of a tree. The bones of an undead, no doubt, picked entirely clean of noxious flesh. The second thing he can notice is the woman in layers of winter garb a short distance from the bones, wrapping a second again-killed ghoul in webbing for later. She's muttering something to herself, and judging by the tone, she's quite worried about something. The nymph doesn't hear him at first though.
He stops humming and steps forward, his shadow falling over her like a warm blanket. The colorful mold and mushrooms begin to grow over the ghoul as the darkness passes over it. "What's wrong, good slayer?"
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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.
*Alrighty, one traumatized moth, coming right up!*
Adeline has been frantic as of late, and for good reason. Everything is in order, but she has to speak with Mother Moth again before making a decision- and, less importantly to her- she needs the strength for what must be done. Metamorphosis takes a lot of energy, after all.
The first thing the Prince notices is an assortment of yellowed, rotten bones in a neat pile under the boughs of a tree. The bones of an undead, no doubt, picked entirely clean of noxious flesh. The second thing he can notice is the woman in layers of winter garb a short distance from the bones, wrapping a second again-killed ghoul in webbing for later. She's muttering something to herself, and judging by the tone, she's quite worried about something. The nymph doesn't hear him at first though.
He stops humming and steps forward, his shadow falling over her like a warm blanket. The colorful mold and mushrooms begin to grow over the ghoul as the darkness passes over it. "What's wrong, good slayer?"
The moth recoils from the fungus that surges forth to feast on the ghoul, before recoiling in shock again at the sudden words. She stands to her feet with unusual quickness, though she stumbles somewhat right after. "...At the moment?... a lot. It's a long story, really, and a strange one at that." She seems wary of him, though not enough to feel in imminent danger.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He stops humming and steps forward, his shadow falling over her like a warm blanket. The colorful mold and mushrooms begin to grow over the ghoul as the darkness passes over it. "What's wrong, good slayer?"
The moth recoils from the fungus that surges forth to feast on the ghoul, before recoiling in shock again at the sudden words. She stands to her feet with unusual quickness, though she stumbles somewhat right after. "...At the moment?... a lot. It's a long story, really, and a strange one at that." She seems wary of him, though not enough to feel in imminent danger.
He observes her silently for several seconds before placing his hat to his chest. "Oh, you poor dear..." He crouches and holds out his free hand to help her up. "You've met her. No wonder you're frightened."
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“Ah.” Voyd does a little twirl. “This reminds me of when my scales were all of these colors. Back in my youth…”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The crooked flower lunges to catch Typhon and Gardziel before they collide with anything, making sure they're not any more harmed as one of its tendrils rummages through drawers for medical supplies, all the while glaring at her with palpable resentment.
"We intended to create a land of eternal summertime- a true paradise of sorts- and maintain this paradise while reaping the benefits for the foreseeable future. We also planned to eliminate threats to our- and as of very recently unfortunately, your- power to ensure our paradise's longevity. Namely, Ragnorra, the Ghoul Queen, and a few others."
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)
There is a pause. "Is it youth you desire?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Queen kicks her feet. "Ragnorra is gone. Honestly, it didn't take that much effort to chase her off. A group of experienced adventurers could have done it in under five minutes."
She laughs. "Perhaps something more your speed is in order. Have you heard of Mother Moth?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...I've read of her, yes, though we haven't payed her much mind as of late. She's a Summer fey, after all, so we doubted she would intervene. Why, do you want us to chase her away as well?" It starts to patch up some of its associates' wounds, reattaching Gardziel's limbs as best it can.
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)
“Silly, by the standards of my category as a whole, I’m barely an infant! I’ve got plenty of youth left according to my cousins.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Kill her. And her children." She shrugs. "It's a simple job, even for a trio of goofs like you. Just make sure that the people in charge know that I called the strike." She grabs one of Helianth's heads and cups her hand under its 'chin.' "Do you think you can manage that?" She speaks in a mocking, patronizing tone. Her skin is glowing red hot, but she doesn't seem bothered.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see." He hangs his head. "As I've stated previously, there does not seem to be anything I can give 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 tries to take her hands off of its flower head, managing to pull itself away again. "...Very well. It's not like we have a choice at the moment. We'll need a few days to strategize, though. Ensure a swift and unstoppable victory- I can't imagine you'd tolerate a job half done." It continues to tend to its allies' wounds, seeming to have at the very least stabilized them. "...I doubt it's important to us, but I have to ask- why?"
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)
"Because I want it done!" She grabs Typhon, who just woke up, and wrenches his arm until his shoulder is dislocated and he starts screaming once more. She scowls and leans inches away from Helianth's main head. "You should be glad that I'll even consider you idiots pets. You do not question me. You do not-"
Slopnik bursts into the room, heavily armed, and is immediately thrown through a wall all the way out of the ship. She takes a deep breath and whispers. "You do not exist unless I will it. Understood, bonsai?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Did I ask?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"No..." He sounds almost... ashamed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It glares daggers at the Queen, its flames visibly growing as even the Ravenous Flame stares her down, but it says nothing for a while. "...Understood. I shan't object to your orders... my queen..." It responds in a growl. If it had teeth, they would be cracked and bloody from the sheer force with which it would clench its metaphorical jaw. It's clear to all that it completely, utterly HATES 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)
"Oh goody. I'll be on my way now. Ta ta!"
She walks out the hole she made and flies away.
(Good end? [Also, does Helianth save Slopnik?])
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked flower goes to save Slopnik as well the moment the Queen departs, making sure all three of its frie- er, associates are at least stable before it goes to fix the damage to the ship, grumbling to itself all the while about how it'll tear out her spine the moment it's able to.
(Sure, looks like a good place to conclude- with a cliffhanger! Do you want any other of my characters?)
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)
*Hmmm... I'll take anyone to interact with the Prince.*
Deep in the woods, a 10-foot-tall humanoid walks, looking like he's drenched in the stuff of shadow. He's dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, flipping said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow. He holds a chocolate bar in his other hand
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alrighty, one traumatized moth, coming right up!*
Adeline has been frantic as of late, and for good reason. Everything is in order, but she has to speak with Mother Moth again before making a decision- and, less importantly to her- she needs the strength for what must be done. Metamorphosis takes a lot of energy, after all.
The first thing the Prince notices is an assortment of yellowed, rotten bones in a neat pile under the boughs of a tree. The bones of an undead, no doubt, picked entirely clean of noxious flesh. The second thing he can notice is the woman in layers of winter garb a short distance from the bones, wrapping a second again-killed ghoul in webbing for later. She's muttering something to herself, and judging by the tone, she's quite worried about something. The nymph doesn't hear him at first though.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He stops humming and steps forward, his shadow falling over her like a warm blanket. The colorful mold and mushrooms begin to grow over the ghoul as the darkness passes over it. "What's wrong, good slayer?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moth recoils from the fungus that surges forth to feast on the ghoul, before recoiling in shock again at the sudden words. She stands to her feet with unusual quickness, though she stumbles somewhat right after. "...At the moment?... a lot. It's a long story, really, and a strange one at that." She seems wary of him, though not enough to feel in imminent danger.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He observes her silently for several seconds before placing his hat to his chest. "Oh, you poor dear..." He crouches and holds out his free hand to help her up. "You've met her. No wonder you're frightened."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.