Soon the ivy and moss covered, mammalian legged cottage stops and rests right outside the Keep of Painted Leaves. After a bit, the front door opens up on its own, and out walks a towering yet thin looking creature. The head, an exposed skull with a mix of wolf and a deer features with four massive alters covered in various herbs, autumn leaves, and vines with little berries growing from them and warm golden flames dance within the eye sockets of the skulls. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one fiery red like burning coal and the other a icy blue-white that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by its sides, while two smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The four legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. All in all, the creature looks to be a cross between a animalistic wendigo and a leshy.
As the creature takes a few nervous towards the Keep, his shadow pop up behind it, shadowy clawed hands on each of his shoulders nervously as he also looks up at the Keep. "I still don't know if this is a good idea...." The Shadow says.
"I don't know if it is either...." The Wendigo says, sounding more like a teenage boy then a monstrous creature. "But...the cottage is quite isolating....maybe being around the people here will be good for us....you said the King sounded nice..."
You hear the rustle of feathers and the harsh cries of a flock of crows. Out of the Keep steps a ragged figure. Torn and tattered patches and rags are draped across a thin frame. Atop his head sits a wide brimmed, straw hat. Under that, two black button eyes watch you above a wide mouth with lips stitched together. Fluttering all about him is a murder of crows. The scarecrow watches you for a moment and then he speaks through his stitched lips, "Well how do? You gonna come on in or just stand out there in the wind?"
"Oh....um....s-sure." The creature says nervously as he makes his way inside.
"I believe introductions are in order. I'm the Hodmedod." says the scarecrow, his words punctuated by the screams of the crows, "You can call me Hod. You from round here?"
"Yes and no....I've lived in these lands for quite some time, but I was born elsewhere....It's nice to meet you Mr. Hodmedod." The Wendigo says as the shadow's eyes narrows suspiciously at the scarecrow, clawed hands gripping the Wendigo a bit tighter.
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
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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)
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
"...I crave... the sunlight... I followed... it to here..." The husk looks back at its ambient glow. "...Your light... could it be?.."
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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)
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
"...I crave... the sunlight... I followed... it to here..." The husk looks back at its ambient glow. "...Your light... could it be?.."
"I. Am. Not. Sun." it grumbles, its sentence being broken, not used to speaking.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
"...I crave... the sunlight... I followed... it to here..." The husk looks back at its ambient glow. "...Your light... could it be?.."
"I. Am. Not. Sun." it grumbles, its sentence being broken, not used to speaking.
"...I see..." The flower begins to lose interest, some of its heads turning away towards the actual sun. "...Why are... you here?.."
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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)
Helianth has returned to stalking the surrounding hills near the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
The Beastknight is watching them from the entrance, his golden wings rustling in the wind
The crooked sunflower looks up at the being with a sense of curiosity. "...Who... are... you?.."
Its armored body does not move, glowing with a soft golden light. Its helmet adorned with deer horns turns to the flower, watching it. Its barbed tail slams into the ground once.
Helianth approaches cautiously, intrigued by the soft golden light. All of its flower heads are facing the knight.
It slams its tail into the ground again, cracking the stones as it grips its greatsword tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
"...I crave... the sunlight... I followed... it to here..." The husk looks back at its ambient glow. "...Your light... could it be?.."
"I. Am. Not. Sun." it grumbles, its sentence being broken, not used to speaking.
"...I see..." The flower begins to lose interest, some of its heads turning away towards the actual sun. "...Why are... you here?.."
"Protect King. Till I die. Thousands of years I..." he struggles for the word, "I hath been here.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Fahkar is approaching the Autumn King's castle/keep/hall/whatever it happens to be.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Soon the ivy and moss covered, mammalian legged cottage stops and rests right outside the Keep of Painted Leaves. After a bit, the front door opens up on its own, and out walks a towering yet thin looking creature. The head, an exposed skull with a mix of wolf and a deer features with four massive alters covered in various herbs, autumn leaves, and vines with little berries growing from them and warm golden flames dance within the eye sockets of the skulls. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one fiery red like burning coal and the other a icy blue-white that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by its sides, while two smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The four legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. All in all, the creature looks to be a cross between a animalistic wendigo and a leshy.
As the creature takes a few nervous towards the Keep, his shadow pop up behind it, shadowy clawed hands on each of his shoulders nervously as he also looks up at the Keep. "I still don't know if this is a good idea...." The Shadow says.
"I don't know if it is either...." The Wendigo says, sounding more like a teenage boy then a monstrous creature. "But...the cottage is quite isolating....maybe being around the people here will be good for us....you said the King sounded nice..."
You hear the rustle of feathers and the harsh cries of a flock of crows. Out of the Keep steps a ragged figure. Torn and tattered patches and rags are draped across a thin frame. Atop his head sits a wide brimmed, straw hat. Under that, two black button eyes watch you above a wide mouth with lips stitched together. Fluttering all about him is a murder of crows. The scarecrow watches you for a moment and then he speaks through his stitched lips, "Well how do? You gonna come on in or just stand out there in the wind?"
"Oh....um....s-sure." The creature says nervously as he makes his way inside.
"I believe introductions are in order. I'm the Hodmedod." says the scarecrow, his words punctuated by the screams of the crows, "You can call me Hod. You from round here?"
"Yes and no....I've lived in these lands for quite some time, but I was born elsewhere....It's nice to meet you Mr. Hodmedod." The Wendigo says as the shadow's eyes narrows suspiciously at the scarecrow, clawed hands gripping the Wendigo a bit tighter.
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
Fahkar is approaching the Autumn King's castle/keep/hall/whatever it happens to be.
It crouches on the top of the hill that you are climbing. Candlelit windows watching your approach alongside windows like deep wells of shadow. The Keep’s door is wide open.
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
“I was just coming out of a pantry myself.” responds the Hodmedod, “I can lead you to a kitchen if you will follow.”
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
“I was just coming out of a pantry myself.” responds the Hodmedod, “I can lead you to a kitchen if you will follow.”
“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.” Leo says grateful.
*Hey, it's Deathstalker, Lord of Darkness! How are you today?*
*Heyo! I'm doing mighty fine. I've been professionally and unprofessionally playing with kids all day so I'm worn out but I have an early morning bible study and a late night salsa dance tomorrow so I'm pretty excited.*
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
“I was just coming out of a pantry myself.” responds the Hodmedod, “I can lead you to a kitchen if you will follow.”
“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.” Leo says grateful.
"Alrighty then," He turns and begins to shuffle off into the depths of the Keep. He leads you through darkened halls carpeted by leaves and fire lit vaults crafted with living wood beams. The crows flit to and fro down the passage ways. "There are plenty of kitchens here. Got to have some place to prepare the harvest for the dinner table. What sort are you looking for? Not the Bat Butcher's, I assume?" He says this as you pass by an open door. The thick musk of bat guano fills the air and you see the slaughtered bodies of giant bats hanging from thick iron hooks hanging from the ceiling.
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
“I was just coming out of a pantry myself.” responds the Hodmedod, “I can lead you to a kitchen if you will follow.”
“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.” Leo says grateful.
"Alrighty then," He turns and begins to shuffle off into the depths of the Keep. He leads you through darkened halls carpeted by leaves and fire lit vaults crafted with living wood beams. The crows flit to and fro down the passage ways. "There are plenty of kitchens here. Got to have some place to prepare the harvest for the dinner table. What sort are you looking for? Not the Bat Butcher's, I assume?" He says this as you pass by an open door. The thick musk of bat guano fills the air and you see the slaughtered bodies of giant bats hanging from thick iron hooks hanging from the ceiling.
“Any places for baking?” Leo asks as he looks around curiously.
*Hey, it's Deathstalker, Lord of Darkness! How are you today?*
*Heyo! I'm doing mighty fine. I've been professionally and unprofessionally playing with kids all day so I'm worn out but I have an early morning bible study and a late night salsa dance tomorrow so I'm pretty excited.*
*That's awesome. I'm so happy for you, man!*
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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 then," He turns and begins to shuffle off into the depths of the Keep. He leads you through darkened halls carpeted by leaves and fire lit vaults crafted with living wood beams. The crows flit to and fro down the passage ways. "There are plenty of kitchens here. Got to have some place to prepare the harvest for the dinner table. What sort are you looking for? Not the Bat Butcher's, I assume?" He says this as you pass by an open door. The thick musk of bat guano fills the air and you see the slaughtered bodies of giant bats hanging from thick iron hooks hanging from the ceiling.
“Any places for baking?” Leo asks as he looks around curiously.
"Oh sure. Plenty. Those are some of my favorites. I've tried my hand at bakery but it never goes very well." He turns down a sloping corridor which then leads to a spiral staircase that spins upwards. His dirt caked boots step on the hard, cold, stone steps. The chilly, dark hallway is put in sharp contrast to the bakery when he opens the door at the top. A lively fire crackles in a stove, providing the room with warmth and light. Kegs full of flour are stacked up against the wall of the round room and every baking utensil imaginable can be found in the many drawers and shelves. You can tell that this is the top of a tower due to the open window that looks out across the rolling wheat fields of the Autumn Country.
"Yes and no....I've lived in these lands for quite some time, but I was born elsewhere....It's nice to meet you Mr. Hodmedod." The Wendigo says as the shadow's eyes narrows suspiciously at the scarecrow, clawed hands gripping the Wendigo a bit tighter.
It stays outside of the knight's immediate slashing range, curiously observing.
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)
It's eyes follow the flowers. "State. Purpose. Of. Being. Here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...I crave... the sunlight... I followed... it to here..." The husk looks back at its ambient glow. "...Your light... could it be?.."
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)
"I. Am. Not. Sun." it grumbles, its sentence being broken, not used to speaking.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...I see..." The flower begins to lose interest, some of its heads turning away towards the actual sun. "...Why are... you here?.."
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)
"Protect King. Till I die. Thousands of years I..." he struggles for the word, "I hath been here.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Fahkar is approaching the Autumn King's castle/keep/hall/whatever it happens to be.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
“Same story here. I came from some other distant land, but creatures of our sort always find our way here eventually.” His speech pattern fluctuates oddly as he talks. As if multiple accents were crammed into one mouth.
It crouches on the top of the hill that you are climbing. Candlelit windows watching your approach alongside windows like deep wells of shadow. The Keep’s door is wide open.
"Yeah...this Country has served as our safe haven for some time." the Wendigo speaks softly. "Well....the King offered us his kitchen, and I felt it would be rude to not at least see what sort of set up his Grace has here...."
Helianth is back to absorbing sunlight, ever-set on their impossible goal.
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)
“I was just coming out of a pantry myself.” responds the Hodmedod, “I can lead you to a kitchen if you will follow.”
*Hey, it's Deathstalker, Lord of Darkness! How are you today?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.” Leo says grateful.
*Heyo! I'm doing mighty fine. I've been professionally and unprofessionally playing with kids all day so I'm worn out but I have an early morning bible study and a late night salsa dance tomorrow so I'm pretty excited.*
"Alrighty then," He turns and begins to shuffle off into the depths of the Keep. He leads you through darkened halls carpeted by leaves and fire lit vaults crafted with living wood beams. The crows flit to and fro down the passage ways. "There are plenty of kitchens here. Got to have some place to prepare the harvest for the dinner table. What sort are you looking for? Not the Bat Butcher's, I assume?" He says this as you pass by an open door. The thick musk of bat guano fills the air and you see the slaughtered bodies of giant bats hanging from thick iron hooks hanging from the ceiling.
“Any places for baking?” Leo asks as he looks around curiously.
*That's awesome. I'm so happy for you, man!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh sure. Plenty. Those are some of my favorites. I've tried my hand at bakery but it never goes very well." He turns down a sloping corridor which then leads to a spiral staircase that spins upwards. His dirt caked boots step on the hard, cold, stone steps. The chilly, dark hallway is put in sharp contrast to the bakery when he opens the door at the top. A lively fire crackles in a stove, providing the room with warmth and light. Kegs full of flour are stacked up against the wall of the round room and every baking utensil imaginable can be found in the many drawers and shelves. You can tell that this is the top of a tower due to the open window that looks out across the rolling wheat fields of the Autumn Country.