*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...?"
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
*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...?"
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
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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 giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
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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)
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
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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)
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
Feast chuckles. "From what I heard, it was winter not so long ago. The Ghoul Queen seems to have done something to the climate." They open their visor to reveal long, black-dyed teeth, between which they place half of an apple resting atop a thick and uneven slice of cheese. "I heard there is a way to fix it... but I'd rather not run afoul of that crooked flower, sitting about, waiting for summer."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
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)
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
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)
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
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)
Feast chuckles. "From what I heard, it was winter not so long ago. The Ghoul Queen seems to have done something to the climate." They open their visor to reveal long, black-dyed teeth, between which they place half of an apple resting atop a thick and uneven slice of cheese. "I heard there is a way to fix it... but I'd rather not run afoul of that crooked flower, sitting about, waiting for summer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels