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 *I'm decent. Fridge broke, sadly. Fortunately, we have a second one that we have moved the dairy to.*

He nods. "Not far. She's still digging out the basement and foundations. I fear for her health once she begins attempting to fell trees." He dispels his items and walks over, conjuring a washcloth before delicately cleaning the remaining blood off Adeline's face.

*I'm sorry that happened- I hoped it can be fixed soon.*

Adeline's curiosity is replaced by concern at that last sentence, the moth-beast letting him clean the blood around her mouth. "Thank you very much. I'm going to go find her." And, staying true to her word, she goes looking for Carnival, attempting to sense her psychic presence and locate her based on that.

 She finds Carnival fairly quickly. The little strugel has dug out quite a bit of soil. A workbench over to the side seems to show her blueprints, resembling a Halfling home with massively upscaled size and with plenty of nooks and crannys ('for spiders', the blueprints explain). The small friend looks up from their pit and waves.

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 *I'm decent. Fridge broke, sadly. Fortunately, we have a second one that we have moved the dairy to.*

He nods. "Not far. She's still digging out the basement and foundations. I fear for her health once she begins attempting to fell trees." He dispels his items and walks over, conjuring a washcloth before delicately cleaning the remaining blood off Adeline's face.

*I'm sorry that happened- I hoped it can be fixed soon.*

Adeline's curiosity is replaced by concern at that last sentence, the moth-beast letting him clean the blood around her mouth. "Thank you very much. I'm going to go find her." And, staying true to her word, she goes looking for Carnival, attempting to sense her psychic presence and locate her based on that.

 She finds Carnival fairly quickly. The little strugel has dug out quite a bit of soil. A workbench over to the side seems to show her blueprints, resembling a Halfling home with massively upscaled size and with plenty of nooks and crannys ('for spiders', the blueprints explain). The small friend looks up from their pit and waves.

She waves back, gently hopping down to the pit- she lands somewhat gracefully, but stumbles a bit after before catching herself. "This is quite the big project you're working on." The moth looks around at the excavated area. "What inspired you to start it?"

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 She finds Carnival fairly quickly. The little strugel has dug out quite a bit of soil. A workbench over to the side seems to show her blueprints, resembling a Halfling home with massively upscaled size and with plenty of nooks and crannys ('for spiders', the blueprints explain). The small friend looks up from their pit and waves.

She waves back, gently hopping down to the pit- she lands somewhat gracefully, but stumbles a bit after before catching herself. "This is quite the big project you're working on." The moth looks around at the excavated area. "What inspired you to start it?"

 "I juss... thought'd be cute... seein'ya inna... cozy burrow..." She reforms her shovel-arm into a paw. "Unnergoun'... it's, uhhh..." She snaps her fingers. "Suh... sla? Uh, safer. Yeh. Thass da word." She's awake, but still tired, likely from digging such a large hole. "An' it's closer to yer... friends..."

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 She finds Carnival fairly quickly. The little strugel has dug out quite a bit of soil. A workbench over to the side seems to show her blueprints, resembling a Halfling home with massively upscaled size and with plenty of nooks and crannys ('for spiders', the blueprints explain). The small friend looks up from their pit and waves.

She waves back, gently hopping down to the pit- she lands somewhat gracefully, but stumbles a bit after before catching herself. "This is quite the big project you're working on." The moth looks around at the excavated area. "What inspired you to start it?"

 "I juss... thought'd be cute... seein'ya inna... cozy burrow..." She reforms her shovel-arm into a paw. "Unnergoun'... it's, uhhh..." She snaps her fingers. "Suh... sla? Uh, safer. Yeh. Thass da word." She's awake, but still tired, likely from digging such a large hole. "An' it's closer to yer... friends..."

It takes her a few seconds to process that first sentence, but once she does, Adeline's moth fuzz puffs up a bit and she glances away to try and hide the faintest bit of green blush around her face. "I- I... eh..." It takes a second for her to gather her thoughts again. "...I'm honored that you'd do this for me, t- truly. Is there some way I can help? Building a home is exhausting work, and I want to help lighten the load if I can."

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 "I juss... thought'd be cute... seein'ya inna... cozy burrow..." She reforms her shovel-arm into a paw. "Unnergoun'... it's, uhhh..." She snaps her fingers. "Suh... sla? Uh, safer. Yeh. Thass da word." She's awake, but still tired, likely from digging such a large hole. "An' it's closer to yer... friends..."

It takes her a few seconds to process that first sentence, but once she does, Adeline's moth fuzz puffs up a bit and she glances away to try and hide the faintest bit of green blush around her face. "I- I... eh..." It takes a second for her to gather her thoughts again. "...I'm honored that you'd do this for me, t- truly. Is there some way I can help? Building a home is exhausting work, and I want to help lighten the load if I can."

 She nods. "Yeh. Can ya... check out the blueprints? I wanna... make it real good... for you, y'know." She waddles toward the edge of the hole and begins to climb up. "I knew it'd be underground, but... It's your house."

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 "I juss... thought'd be cute... seein'ya inna... cozy burrow..." She reforms her shovel-arm into a paw. "Unnergoun'... it's, uhhh..." She snaps her fingers. "Suh... sla? Uh, safer. Yeh. Thass da word." She's awake, but still tired, likely from digging such a large hole. "An' it's closer to yer... friends..."

It takes her a few seconds to process that first sentence, but once she does, Adeline's moth fuzz puffs up a bit and she glances away to try and hide the faintest bit of green blush around her face. "I- I... eh..." It takes a second for her to gather her thoughts again. "...I'm honored that you'd do this for me, t- truly. Is there some way I can help? Building a home is exhausting work, and I want to help lighten the load if I can."

 She nods. "Yeh. Can ya... check out the blueprints? I wanna... make it real good... for you, y'know." She waddles toward the edge of the hole and begins to climb up. "I knew it'd be underground, but... It's your house."

"Of course! Let's see what you've made so far." The moth-spawn walks alongside her to the edge of the pit, readies her stance for a moment, and hops up to the ledge, almost slipping before her talons dig into the earth and save her from falling. Adeline heads over to the workbench and looks over the blueprints with curiosity.

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 She nods. "Yeh. Can ya... check out the blueprints? I wanna... make it real good... for you, y'know." She waddles toward the edge of the hole and begins to climb up. "I knew it'd be underground, but... It's your house."

"Of course! Let's see what you've made so far." The moth-spawn walks alongside her to the edge of the pit, readies her stance for a moment, and hops up to the ledge, almost slipping before her talons dig into the earth and save her from falling. Adeline heads over to the workbench and looks over the blueprints with curiosity.

 It takes a second before Carnival gets up there. "I tried... but... I'm not an architect..." She begins to explain her design decisions. They're convoluted and seem poorly thought through, but functional.

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 She nods. "Yeh. Can ya... check out the blueprints? I wanna... make it real good... for you, y'know." She waddles toward the edge of the hole and begins to climb up. "I knew it'd be underground, but... It's your house."

"Of course! Let's see what you've made so far." The moth-spawn walks alongside her to the edge of the pit, readies her stance for a moment, and hops up to the ledge, almost slipping before her talons dig into the earth and save her from falling. Adeline heads over to the workbench and looks over the blueprints with curiosity.

 It takes a second before Carnival gets up there. "I tried... but... I'm not an architect..." She begins to explain her design decisions. They're convoluted and seem poorly thought through, but functional.

Adeline's not an architect either, though she does her best to offer her thoughts on the design and suggest a few small things that make it a touch more comfortable and less convoluted. Overall, though, she seems happy with the plans for the new home.

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 It takes a second before Carnival gets up there. "I tried... but... I'm not an architect..." She begins to explain her design decisions. They're convoluted and seem poorly thought through, but functional.

Adeline's not an architect either, though she does her best to offer her thoughts on the design and suggest a few small things that make it a touch more comfortable and less convoluted. Overall, though, she seems happy with the plans for the new home.

 Carnival is extremely receptive to the suggestions. "Cool. Do ya know anyone with a... an axe or saw or somethin'? We need... wood... n' nails... And sandpaper... I think..."

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 It takes a second before Carnival gets up there. "I tried... but... I'm not an architect..." She begins to explain her design decisions. They're convoluted and seem poorly thought through, but functional.

Adeline's not an architect either, though she does her best to offer her thoughts on the design and suggest a few small things that make it a touch more comfortable and less convoluted. Overall, though, she seems happy with the plans for the new home.

 Carnival is extremely receptive to the suggestions. "Cool. Do ya know anyone with a... an axe or saw or somethin'? We need... wood... n' nails... And sandpaper... I think..."

Adeline thinks about it for a while, though her smile drops as she does, reminded of someone. "...I think I know one person- well, I've heard of them. The Groundskeeper at the Keep. Architecture isn't their specialty, but they'll still be a lot of help, I imagine."

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 Carnival is extremely receptive to the suggestions. "Cool. Do ya know anyone with a... an axe or saw or somethin'? We need... wood... n' nails... And sandpaper... I think..."

Adeline thinks about it for a while, though her smile drops as she does, reminded of someone. "...I think I know one person- well, I've heard of them. The Groundskeeper at the Keep. Architecture isn't their specialty, but they'll still be a lot of help, I imagine."

 "Tha' soun's good. I'mma... find some lemons... maybe make lemonade..." She huffs in exhaustion, gives Adeline a little hug on the shin, then waddles off in her mud-covered pajamas.

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Adeline thinks about it for a while, though her smile drops as she does, reminded of someone. "...I think I know one person- well, I've heard of them. The Groundskeeper at the Keep. Architecture isn't their specialty, but they'll still be a lot of help, I imagine."

 "Tha' soun's good. I'mma... find some lemons... maybe make lemonade..." She huffs in exhaustion, gives Adeline a little hug on the shin, then waddles off in her mud-covered pajamas.

She gives Carnival a small hug as well. "Alright, just don't push yourself. You need your rest too." The moth-spawn waves her farewell, before clambering up one of the nearby trees to get a view of the whole excavated pit. Someday, this'll be made into a real home.

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 "Tha' soun's good. I'mma... find some lemons... maybe make lemonade..." She huffs in exhaustion, gives Adeline a little hug on the shin, then waddles off in her mud-covered pajamas.

She gives Carnival a small hug as well. "Alright, just don't push yourself. You need your rest too." The moth-spawn waves her farewell, before clambering up one of the nearby trees to get a view of the whole excavated pit. Someday, this'll be made into a real home.

 *Seems like a good end to me!*

*Wanna start another one while we have time?*

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She gives Carnival a small hug as well. "Alright, just don't push yourself. You need your rest too." The moth-spawn waves her farewell, before clambering up one of the nearby trees to get a view of the whole excavated pit. Someday, this'll be made into a real home.

 *Seems like a good end to me!*

*Wanna start another one while we have time?*

*Thank you for your patience! If possible, I'd love to start another one. Are there any specific characters you'd like, or something new?*

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 *Seems like a good end to me!*

*Wanna start another one while we have time?*

*Thank you for your patience! If possible, I'd love to start another one. Are there any specific characters you'd like, or something new?*

 *If you have something new, I'd love to see it!*

*I'm struggling a bit with Feast's build. I want him to be a warlock and a tank at the same time, because I love the flavor and playstyle, but I don't know what subclass to go for.*

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 *Seems like a good end to me!*

*Wanna start another one while we have time?*

*Thank you for your patience! If possible, I'd love to start another one. Are there any specific characters you'd like, or something new?*

 *If you have something new, I'd love to see it!*

*I'm struggling a bit with Feast's build. I want him to be a warlock and a tank at the same time, because I love the flavor and playstyle, but I don't know what subclass to go for.*

*Hmm... I don't know many subclasses for Warlock, but Hexblade might be a good pick. Extra armor proficiency boosts survivability (especially at higher levels with the chance to dodge attacks from cursed foes), and there might be a good few defensive invocations for temp HP and the like.*
*As for the new arrival... well, you'll see.*

As the first thaw of the first spring begins to wash over all of Autumn Country, the warmth even starting to reach the pits of Ghulheim down, down, down deep below the soil, the rich dark earth softens once more. Near the heart of the kingdom of the dead, a short ways from the foot of the plateau of Amina's Throne, something begins to stir below. One of the Ghoul Queen's many children, no doubt, but older, fiercer- and judging by the churning mud as it burrows to above the grave soil, larger- than most ghouls. Then, all at once, the disturbed ground explodes as the terror clambers out.
The undead beast shakes the lingering soil from its form- all desiccated skin and rotting muscles and sharp bones, seemingly borrowed from numerous corpses amalgamated together, with two paddle-like gossamer wings of sinew and fascia emerging from its barbed back. Its head is formed from several skulls, each eye socket burning with an amber glow, its mandibles a horrid amalgam of jawbones from several animals. Old jewelry fashioned from bones adorns its arms and neck, with claw rings brandishing silver forks on the end of each crooked finger.
Without a word, the horror shambles off to a nearby ghoul gate, folding its wretched body through the passageway and feeling the sun on its rotting face for the first time in ages.

Polistes, the Bonemason, has arisen once more.

*Hold on, I might not be able to play tonight... I need to check.*

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*Hold on, I might not be able to play tonight... I need to check.*

 *Alright, I've got time, I'll reply shortly*

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*Hmm... I don't know many subclasses for Warlock, but Hexblade might be a good pick. Extra armor proficiency boosts survivability (especially at higher levels with the chance to dodge attacks from cursed foes), and there might be a good few defensive invocations for temp HP and the like.*
*As for the new arrival... well, you'll see.*

As the first thaw of the first spring begins to wash over all of Autumn Country, the warmth even starting to reach the pits of Ghulheim down, down, down deep below the soil, the rich dark earth softens once more. Near the heart of the kingdom of the dead, a short ways from the foot of the plateau of Amina's Throne, something begins to stir below. One of the Ghoul Queen's many children, no doubt, but older, fiercer- and judging by the churning mud as it burrows to above the grave soil, larger- than most ghouls. Then, all at once, the disturbed ground explodes as the terror clambers out.
The undead beast shakes the lingering soil from its form- all desiccated skin and rotting muscles and sharp bones, seemingly borrowed from numerous corpses amalgamated together, with two paddle-like gossamer wings of sinew and fascia emerging from its barbed back. Its head is formed from several skulls, each eye socket burning with an amber glow, its mandibles a horrid amalgam of jawbones from several animals. Old jewelry fashioned from bones adorns its arms and neck, with claw rings brandishing silver forks on the end of each crooked finger.
Without a word, the horror shambles off to a nearby ghoul gate, folding its wretched body through the passageway and feeling the sun on its rotting face for the first time in ages.

Polistes, the Bonemason, has arisen once more.

 *Ack, this is too cool... Uh... Feast! Go talk to it!*

The nephilim in red is sitting nearby, having a little picnic. They seem to have fallen asleep, slumped over on their blanket.

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*Hmm... I don't know many subclasses for Warlock, but Hexblade might be a good pick. Extra armor proficiency boosts survivability (especially at higher levels with the chance to dodge attacks from cursed foes), and there might be a good few defensive invocations for temp HP and the like.*
*As for the new arrival... well, you'll see.*

As the first thaw of the first spring begins to wash over all of Autumn Country, the warmth even starting to reach the pits of Ghulheim down, down, down deep below the soil, the rich dark earth softens once more. Near the heart of the kingdom of the dead, a short ways from the foot of the plateau of Amina's Throne, something begins to stir below. One of the Ghoul Queen's many children, no doubt, but older, fiercer- and judging by the churning mud as it burrows to above the grave soil, larger- than most ghouls. Then, all at once, the disturbed ground explodes as the terror clambers out.
The undead beast shakes the lingering soil from its form- all desiccated skin and rotting muscles and sharp bones, seemingly borrowed from numerous corpses amalgamated together, with two paddle-like gossamer wings of sinew and fascia emerging from its barbed back. Its head is formed from several skulls, each eye socket burning with an amber glow, its mandibles a horrid amalgam of jawbones from several animals. Old jewelry fashioned from bones adorns its arms and neck, with claw rings brandishing silver forks on the end of each crooked finger.
Without a word, the horror shambles off to a nearby ghoul gate, folding its wretched body through the passageway and feeling the sun on its rotting face for the first time in ages.

Polistes, the Bonemason, has arisen once more.

 *Ack, this is too cool... Uh... Feast! Go talk to it!*

The nephilim in red is sitting nearby, having a little picnic. They seem to have fallen asleep, slumped over on their blanket.

The rotting husk notices him and curiously approaches- it hasn't seen the Autumn Country above in ages, curious as to what has changed. "How strange..." The beast mutters to itself, its voice hoarse and rasping. "What purpose does this serve...?"