Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
"Well, not without permission from the king, of course!" The small, fluffy creature laughs.
The beastknight snarls a bit.
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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 senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
The crooked flower continues to approach, stopping just outside of attacking distance. It bend its roots to tilt downwards, 'bowing' before the Autumn King (assuming he's still there). Normally, it wouldn't care to be so courteous, but this is an opportunity it can't afford to mess up. The Flame is surely close at hand.
"What...does...flower...want...?"
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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.
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
His candlelit eyes flicker strangely, "Very well then. I understand your reluctance to use such power once wielded for dark purposes. You do not wish to drink the Frenzied Flame?" He says, offering it one last time through this question.
"No...would...kill...Beastknight..." he grumbles, looking afraid under all his armor for once.
"I admire you for recognizing your weaknesses. That is the key to greater strength." He straps the cornucopia, brimming with flame, to his belt. Then he fits the still smoldering pumpkin over his head, giving you a blazing grin. His form breaks apart into a cloud of leaves that are carried away by the wind. You notice some burning embers being swept along with the leaves as they vanish into the autumn sky through the window.
"Stay...safe...Lord..."
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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 senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
The crooked flower continues to approach, stopping just outside of attacking distance. It bend its roots to tilt downwards, 'bowing' before the Autumn King (assuming he's still there). Normally, it wouldn't care to be so courteous, but this is an opportunity it can't afford to mess up. The Flame is surely close at hand.
"What...does...flower...want...?"
"...I need... the Flame..." It looks over to the wind from where the Autumn King disappeared. "...I must... speak... to the King..."
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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 senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
"Well, not without permission from the king, of course!" The small, fluffy creature laughs.
The beastknight snarls a bit.
Felix takes a step back, trying not to appear nervous (and failing). "I don't want to use its power for myself, of course! I just want to harness its light for a dish!"
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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.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
The crooked flower continues to approach, stopping just outside of attacking distance. It bend its roots to tilt downwards, 'bowing' before the Autumn King (assuming he's still there). Normally, it wouldn't care to be so courteous, but this is an opportunity it can't afford to mess up. The Flame is surely close at hand.
"What...does...flower...want...?"
"...I need... the Flame..." It looks over to the wind from where the Autumn King disappeared. "...I must... speak... to the King..."
"King...gone...Flame...went with..."
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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 senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
"Well, not without permission from the king, of course!" The small, fluffy creature laughs.
The beastknight snarls a bit.
Felix takes a step back, trying not to appear nervous (and failing). "I don't want to use its power for myself, of course! I just want to harness its light for a dish!"
"King...take...Flame..." it says, its spiked tail scraping the ground, leaving gouges.
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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.
*This got a little confused so I'll post this. Anyone with especially strong heat sense or light taste can probably sense the general direction of the Frenzied Flame now that it has been laid bare of Apollon's body and it is the strongest flame in the Autumn Country, followed by the Flame of Fawkes which may or may not make an appearance in November.*
In the library, the King hands the horn filled with flame over to the head Librarian. He asks the Librarian to conduct as much research on the Frenzied Flame as he can and to guard it from anyone who might seek it out. The King then leaves and the Librarian commences his study to satisfy his ravenous curiosity.
*Also, the King will not be favorable to handing over this artifact to just anyone who comes and asks for it. It will most likely have to be retrieved through some other means than royal approval.*
The crooked flower turns to Felix, a sense of hunger and desperation in its movements.
"...We must find... the King... This is our... best chance..."
"Yes! I will send out my network to alert him. This will cost me many favors, but I can't wait to cook those flames for you! I'll call up one of my old masters for help, too. He's a smoke spirit, and he'd love a chance to visit the Autumn Country!"
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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.
*This got a little confused so I'll post this. Anyone with especially strong heat sense or light taste can probably sense the general direction of the Frenzied Flame now that it has been laid bare of Apollon's body and it is the strongest flame in the Autumn Country, followed by the Flame of Fawkes which may or may not make an appearance in November.*
In the library, the King hands the horn filled with flame over to the head Librarian. He asks the Librarian to conduct as much research on the Frenzied Flame as he can and to guard it from anyone who might seek it out. The King then leaves and the Librarian commences his study to satisfy his ravenous curiosity.
*Also, the King will not be favorable to handing over this artifact to just anyone who comes and asks for it. It will most likely have to be retrieved through some other means than royal approval.*
*Felix is calling some friends for help getting it.*
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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 Beastknight, hearing this conversation, slams its spiked tail into the ground, cracking the stones. "No." it says simply. "You...wont...take...Flame..."
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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.
The crooked flower turns to Felix, a sense of hunger and desperation in its movements.
"...We must find... the King... This is our... best chance..."
"Yes! I will send out my network to alert him. This will cost me many favors, but I can't wait to cook those flames for you! I'll call up one of my old masters for help, too. He's a smoke spirit, and he'd love a chance to visit the Autumn Country!"
"...Good plan..." Helianth straightens their warped stem as upwards as it can, sensing a warmth in the air. "...I can... sense it... Follow me..." It begins to crawl in the general direction of wherever the Flame is being held.
*This got a little confused so I'll post this. Anyone with especially strong heat sense or light taste can probably sense the general direction of the Frenzied Flame now that it has been laid bare of Apollon's body and it is the strongest flame in the Autumn Country, followed by the Flame of Fawkes which may or may not make an appearance in November.*
In the library, the King hands the horn filled with flame over to the head Librarian. He asks the Librarian to conduct as much research on the Frenzied Flame as he can and to guard it from anyone who might seek it out. The King then leaves and the Librarian commences his study to satisfy his ravenous curiosity.
*Also, the King will not be favorable to handing over this artifact to just anyone who comes and asks for it. It will most likely have to be retrieved through some other means than royal approval.*
*Felix is calling some friends for help getting it.*
*I saw. That's a pretty smooth move.*
*I love how interconnected everybody's characters are here. This sort of story driven tavern is exactly what I wanted to happen when I made this.*
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
It nods.
"That is good." The Wendigo says relieved, before speaking up again. "Well, if you would like anything to eat or drink after your battle, I'm using the King's kitchen to cook and bake. I'd be happy to make you something."
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
It nods.
"That is good." The Wendigo says relieved, before speaking up again. "Well, if you would like anything to eat or drink after your battle, I'm using the King's kitchen to cook and bake. I'd be happy to make you something."
"Beastknight...does...not...eat.."
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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.
*This got a little confused so I'll post this. Anyone with especially strong heat sense or light taste can probably sense the general direction of the Frenzied Flame now that it has been laid bare of Apollon's body and it is the strongest flame in the Autumn Country, followed by the Flame of Fawkes which may or may not make an appearance in November.*
In the library, the King hands the horn filled with flame over to the head Librarian. He asks the Librarian to conduct as much research on the Frenzied Flame as he can and to guard it from anyone who might seek it out. The King then leaves and the Librarian commences his study to satisfy his ravenous curiosity.
*Also, the King will not be favorable to handing over this artifact to just anyone who comes and asks for it. It will most likely have to be retrieved through some other means than royal approval.*
*Felix is calling some friends for help getting it.*
*I saw. That's a pretty smooth move.*
*I love how interconnected everybody's characters are here. This sort of story driven tavern is exactly what I wanted to happen when I made this.*
*Agreed. Helianth was definitely meant to be more of an antagonist character, and I wrote them with a sort of 'doomed by the narrative' progression in mind. Ideally, they fail to eat the Sun- either giving up on their mad quest, or perishing in some Icarus-esque fashion. Still, though, it's fun to watch them try.*
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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 Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
It nods.
"That is good." The Wendigo says relieved, before speaking up again. "Well, if you would like anything to eat or drink after your battle, I'm using the King's kitchen to cook and bake. I'd be happy to make you something."
"Beastknight...does...not...eat.."
"Ah, I see. Well still, thank you for keeping the Keep safe."
The crooked flower turns to Felix, a sense of hunger and desperation in its movements.
"...We must find... the King... This is our... best chance..."
"Yes! I will send out my network to alert him. This will cost me many favors, but I can't wait to cook those flames for you! I'll call up one of my old masters for help, too. He's a smoke spirit, and he'd love a chance to visit the Autumn Country!"
"...Good plan..." Helianth straightens their warped stem as upwards as it can, sensing a warmth in the air. "...I can... sense it... Follow me..." It begins to crawl in the general direction of wherever the Flame is being held.
The Beastknight imposes their path. 'No...you...wont...take..flame..."
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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.
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*Egregore also might be making his entrance soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The beastknight snarls a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What...does...flower...want...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Stay...safe...Lord..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...I need... the Flame..." It looks over to the wind from where the Autumn King disappeared. "...I must... speak... to the King..."
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)
Felix takes a step back, trying not to appear nervous (and failing). "I don't want to use its power for myself, of course! I just want to harness its light for a dish!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"King...gone...Flame...went with..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"King...take...Flame..." it says, its spiked tail scraping the ground, leaving gouges.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The crooked flower turns to Felix, a sense of hunger and desperation in its movements.
"...We must find... the King... This is our... best chance..."
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)
*This got a little confused so I'll post this. Anyone with especially strong heat sense or light taste can probably sense the general direction of the Frenzied Flame now that it has been laid bare of Apollon's body and it is the strongest flame in the Autumn Country, followed by the Flame of Fawkes which may or may not make an appearance in November.*
In the library, the King hands the horn filled with flame over to the head Librarian. He asks the Librarian to conduct as much research on the Frenzied Flame as he can and to guard it from anyone who might seek it out. The King then leaves and the Librarian commences his study to satisfy his ravenous curiosity.
*Also, the King will not be favorable to handing over this artifact to just anyone who comes and asks for it. It will most likely have to be retrieved through some other means than royal approval.*
"Yes! I will send out my network to alert him. This will cost me many favors, but I can't wait to cook those flames for you! I'll call up one of my old masters for help, too. He's a smoke spirit, and he'd love a chance to visit the Autumn Country!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Felix is calling some friends for help getting it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Beastknight, hearing this conversation, slams its spiked tail into the ground, cracking the stones. "No." it says simply. "You...wont...take...Flame..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...Good plan..." Helianth straightens their warped stem as upwards as it can, sensing a warmth in the air. "...I can... sense it... Follow me..." It begins to crawl in the general direction of wherever the Flame is being held.
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 saw. That's a pretty smooth move.*
*I love how interconnected everybody's characters are here. This sort of story driven tavern is exactly what I wanted to happen when I made this.*
"That is good." The Wendigo says relieved, before speaking up again. "Well, if you would like anything to eat or drink after your battle, I'm using the King's kitchen to cook and bake. I'd be happy to make you something."
"Beastknight...does...not...eat.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Agreed. Helianth was definitely meant to be more of an antagonist character, and I wrote them with a sort of 'doomed by the narrative' progression in mind. Ideally, they fail to eat the Sun- either giving up on their mad quest, or perishing in some Icarus-esque fashion. Still, though, it's fun to watch them try.*
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)
"Ah, I see. Well still, thank you for keeping the Keep safe."
The Beastknight imposes their path. 'No...you...wont...take..flame..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.