He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
"Rules? Who on earth said that there are rules here? I didn't see a sign or anything." *This was going to be longer, but Eggy doesn't have much to ramble on about at the moment.*
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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 starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
Felix seems a bit scared, but tentatively asks... "Was it good? I haven't eaten much light before, so I don't know."
Helianth lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is a voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
The starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
Felix seems a bit scared, but tentatively asks... "Was it good? I haven't eaten much light before, so I don't know."
Helianth lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
Felix jumps up and pumps a fist. "Yes! Now if only I could get my hands on the sun..." He looks up, then looks away because it hurts his eyes.
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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 Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
As you pull open the door you see a small, hairy old man with a face full of gray whiskers staring back out at you. "Heya, I thought I might as well introduce myself seeing as how you seem to be planning to stay here indefinitely. I'm the Domovoy. How do you do?" He extends a soot black, hairy, ape-like arm for a handshake.
"Oh, greetings to you. Sorry for my shrieking, I'm a bit jumpy...but it's nice to meet you. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." The Wendigo says looking down at the small man as he reaches out one of his smaller boney claw and shakes the man's hand.
"I'm the Domovoy of this Keep. I'm a spirit of the household and I oversee the work of the brownies. This kitchen has been left unused for a century and thirty two years but I've toiled to keep it well stocked and clean throughout all that time. It warms my heart and gladdens my brow to know that it is finally being used again."
"I'm the Domovoy of this Keep. I'm a spirit of the household and I oversee the work of the brownies. This kitchen has been left unused for a century and thirty two years but I've toiled to keep it well stocked and clean throughout all that time. It warms my heart and gladdens my brow to know that it is finally being used again."
He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
"Rules? Who on earth said that there are rules here? I didn't see a sign or anything." *This was going to be longer, but Eggy doesn't have much to ramble on about at the moment.*
*I'll just imagine he had a monologue worthy of Shakespeare or Bradbury.* "Oh there are always rules. Don't sleep when spoken too, don't pick your nose, don't steal from the Librarian, don't don't be polite, don't use double negatives, don't eat a hot pastry, don't eat the baby, don't speak loudly indoors. They ain't all bad of course, but I don't pay them any mind on principle." He takes another draw from his cigar, "Not that I go out of my way to break 'em all. More that I don't go out of my way at all. Unless I think it'll be especially entertaining."
The starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
Felix seems a bit scared, but tentatively asks... "Was it good? I haven't eaten much light before, so I don't know."
Helianth lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
Felix jumps up and pumps a fist. "Yes! Now if only I could get my hands on the sun..." He looks up, then looks away because it hurts his eyes.
"Yes, the very sun... how I have waited..." The sunflower turns to the little strugel, exuding an aura of determination. "Let us devour the light together, just as we have now. Capture the sun and consume its essence. What say you?"
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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 has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
As you pull open the door you see a small, hairy old man with a face full of gray whiskers staring back out at you. "Heya, I thought I might as well introduce myself seeing as how you seem to be planning to stay here indefinitely. I'm the Domovoy. How do you do?" He extends a soot black, hairy, ape-like arm for a handshake.
"Oh, greetings to you. Sorry for my shrieking, I'm a bit jumpy...but it's nice to meet you. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." The Wendigo says looking down at the small man as he reaches out one of his smaller boney claw and shakes the man's hand.
"I'm the Domovoy of this Keep. I'm a spirit of the household and I oversee the work of the brownies. This kitchen has been left unused for a century and thirty two years but I've toiled to keep it well stocked and clean throughout all that time. It warms my heart and gladdens my brow to know that it is finally being used again."
""Well your work is greatly appreciated, this kitchen is one of the best I have ever seen and has far more ingredients then I could ever imagine. I'm happy to put it to use. I only hope I don't give you too much extra work, I can get a bit carried away when I'm in the cooking zone, you know?" Leo says with a chuckle. Noctis looks down curiously at the small man, head tilted in curiosity as he looks at the small man.
He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
"Rules? Who on earth said that there are rules here? I didn't see a sign or anything." *This was going to be longer, but Eggy doesn't have much to ramble on about at the moment.*
*I'll just imagine he had a monologue worthy of Shakespeare or Bradbury.* "Oh there are always rules. Don't sleep when spoken too, don't pick your nose, don't steal from the Librarian, don't don't be polite, don't use double negatives, don't eat a hot pastry, don't eat the baby, don't speak loudly indoors. They ain't all bad of course, but I don't pay them any mind on principle." He takes another draw from his cigar, "Not that I go out of my way to break 'em all. More that I don't go out of my way at all. Unless I think it'll be especially entertaining."
*More Foghorn Leghorn. It might have been a bit more if he knew more about the little Cheshire Racoon* "Interesting. That's a very good way to go about things. See, I hate people like you most of the time because they always think that they'll get away with it. You don't. You know that your actions have consequences... assuming they can catch you, that is! I think that's just grand! It's so boring when the comeuppance isn't anticipated. You need to let the dread build up, you know?"
The Egregore speaks with his hands, waving his cigar around as he wildly gesticulates.
"And a chase! Ooh! A hunt for someone as tricky as you must be sounds wonderful! Honestly, I'd love to have you around. You'd break all my rules, have some fun, I'd try and find you, might succeed, might not, but we'd all have a fun time! Except the babies. But we don't have to worry about those. Babies are born all the time, and die twice as quickly. Have you seen the mortality rates in the papers? Good gosh, my man! You're doing humanity a service!"
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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 lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
Felix jumps up and pumps a fist. "Yes! Now if only I could get my hands on the sun..." He looks up, then looks away because it hurts his eyes.
"Yes, the very sun... how I have waited..." The sunflower turns to the little strugel, exuding an aura of determination. "Let us devour the light together, just as we have now. Capture the sun and consume its essence. What say you?"
"The universe has so many suns, after all! What's the harm in testing my skills on just one?" He giggles. "And of course, I may have to work on a couple to get it just perfect... but I'm sure you'll be there for the feast afterward, right? With your palate and hungry nature, well, who says just one sun will satisfy? No, you need the perfect dish to fill you up! And I, I will make you that dish! Hallelujah! I'm in!"
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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.
"I'm the Domovoy of this Keep. I'm a spirit of the household and I oversee the work of the brownies. This kitchen has been left unused for a century and thirty two years but I've toiled to keep it well stocked and clean throughout all that time. It warms my heart and gladdens my brow to know that it is finally being used again."
""Well your work is greatly appreciated, this kitchen is one of the best I have ever seen and has far more ingredients then I could ever imagine. I'm happy to put it to use. I only hope I don't give you too much extra work, I can get a bit carried away when I'm in the cooking zone, you know?" Leo says with a chuckle. Noctis looks down curiously at the small man, head tilted in curiosity as he looks at the small man.
"You needn't worry about out messing us." He says with a chuckle. Then a strange light flashes across his eyes, "It would be greatly appreciated if you would leave out a piece of bread and a bowl of milk on occasion."
*I love how the Egregore just went on a rant defending the consumption of human infants.*
*Also, I've been analyzing our skills as best I can.*
*Yvonne and Dark are probably our best writers, Theren and Coronet are probably the best at playing characters, and I'm somewhere in between. Everyone is a good all-rounder, but we've all got special areas.*
*I think. I'm not sure about myself. I think I might be a decent instigator for conflict as my big skill.*
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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 lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
Felix jumps up and pumps a fist. "Yes! Now if only I could get my hands on the sun..." He looks up, then looks away because it hurts his eyes.
"Yes, the very sun... how I have waited..." The sunflower turns to the little strugel, exuding an aura of determination. "Let us devour the light together, just as we have now. Capture the sun and consume its essence. What say you?"
"The universe has so many suns, after all! What's the harm in testing my skills on just one?" He giggles. "And of course, I may have to work on a couple to get it just perfect... but I'm sure you'll be there for the feast afterward, right? With your palate and hungry nature, well, who says just one sun will satisfy? No, you need the perfect dish to fill you up! And I, I will make you that dish! Hallelujah! I'm in!"
*Oh no, Helianth becoming an intergalactic scourge that would likely cause several extinctions across innumerable worlds was not on my bingo card lol.*
Helianth laughs with joy: A booming laugh that, for the briefest instant, seems to make the very sky dim in response. "I'm so very happy to hear, my friend! I hadn't thought of more than one star, but oh, what a feast that would be! Let us capture the sun, and dine upon its glory not just as cook and customer- but as friends!"
"Though, I do have one query..." The flower turns to face the sun again- their greatest challenge and the ultimate delicacy. "How does one capture a star?"
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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 universe has so many suns, after all! What's the harm in testing my skills on just one?" He giggles. "And of course, I may have to work on a couple to get it just perfect... but I'm sure you'll be there for the feast afterward, right? With your palate and hungry nature, well, who says just one sun will satisfy? No, you need the perfect dish to fill you up! And I, I will make you that dish! Hallelujah! I'm in!"
*Oh no, Helianth becoming an intergalactic scourge that would likely cause several extinctions across innumerable worlds was not on my bingo card lol.*
Helianth laughs with joy: A booming laugh that, for the briefest instant, seems to make the very sky dim in response. "I'm so very happy to hear, my friend! I hadn't thought of more than one star, but oh, what a feast that would be! Let us capture the sun, and dine upon its glory not just as cook and customer- but as friends!"
"Though, I do have one query..." The flower turns to face the sun again- their greatest challenge and the ultimate delicacy. "How does one capture a star?"
*Expect the unexpected!*
"That... is a very good question." He taps his foot, stroking his fuzzy chin in thought. "We do have one of the largest libraries in the world right at our fingertips, though. Maybe I can find out there. Surely, someone has done it before! I mean, a moon and a sun aren't so different, and plenty of people have captured or destroyed moons! There must be a way..."
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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.
*Yeah I am definitely going to play here eventually, I just need to come up with something interesting, something that would fit the setting. Maybe a sort of path of the beast barbarian werewolf sort of dude, I might have an idea for this actually, but I’ll have to intro tomorrow.*
He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
"Rules? Who on earth said that there are rules here? I didn't see a sign or anything." *This was going to be longer, but Eggy doesn't have much to ramble on about at the moment.*
*I'll just imagine he had a monologue worthy of Shakespeare or Bradbury.* "Oh there are always rules. Don't sleep when spoken too, don't pick your nose, don't steal from the Librarian, don't don't be polite, don't use double negatives, don't eat a hot pastry, don't eat the baby, don't speak loudly indoors. They ain't all bad of course, but I don't pay them any mind on principle." He takes another draw from his cigar, "Not that I go out of my way to break 'em all. More that I don't go out of my way at all. Unless I think it'll be especially entertaining."
*More Foghorn Leghorn. It might have been a bit more if he knew more about the little Cheshire Racoon* "Interesting. That's a very good way to go about things. See, I hate people like you most of the time because they always think that they'll get away with it. You don't. You know that your actions have consequences... assuming they can catch you, that is! I think that's just grand! It's so boring when the comeuppance isn't anticipated. You need to let the dread build up, you know?"
The Egregore speaks with his hands, waving his cigar around as he wildly gesticulates.
"And a chase! Ooh! A hunt for someone as tricky as you must be sounds wonderful! Honestly, I'd love to have you around. You'd break all my rules, have some fun, I'd try and find you, might succeed, might not, but we'd all have a fun time! Except the babies. But we don't have to worry about those. Babies are born all the time, and die twice as quickly. Have you seen the mortality rates in the papers? Good gosh, my man! You're doing humanity a service!"
*I'll try to spread some more of his lore throughout his interactions.* "A good way to go 'bout thangs? 'Good' ain't go nothin' to do with it, friend. I'm as selfish as a clam... just don't ask Annie or the Nollikers. But do ask the Bursh boys! I almost turned those chillens to wood once!" He doesn't seem to notice but his cigar smoke shapes itself into a different face with each name he mentions. First a young girl, then a whole family of people, and then two young boys with joyful grins. "But you are right 'bout gittin' caught. I ain't a fan of that."
"Chases are favorite pastime of mine. Especially when you cain't tell who's the pursuer and who's being pursued. I just make sure not get them Fox Hounds on my tail. Them doggone mutts are right nasty pieces of work when they got their sniffers set on yer sent."
"Rules? Who on earth said that there are rules here? I didn't see a sign or anything." *This was going to be longer, but Eggy doesn't have much to ramble on about at the moment.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth lets out a slow exhale, as though it had been holding its breath this entire time.
"It was... sublime." They speak without the previous hoarseness and strain their voice previously had: It is a voice that is soft-spoken, but booms loud enough to command one's attention.
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 too! Seriously, to write a story with all you guys is incredible.*
*You too, Coronet! I'm not leaving you out of this!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix jumps up and pumps a fist. "Yes! Now if only I could get my hands on the sun..." He looks up, then looks away because it hurts his eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm the Domovoy of this Keep. I'm a spirit of the household and I oversee the work of the brownies. This kitchen has been left unused for a century and thirty two years but I've toiled to keep it well stocked and clean throughout all that time. It warms my heart and gladdens my brow to know that it is finally being used again."
*Quick Lore Link*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you kindly Baalz*
*I'll just imagine he had a monologue worthy of Shakespeare or Bradbury.* "Oh there are always rules. Don't sleep when spoken too, don't pick your nose, don't steal from the Librarian, don't don't be polite, don't use double negatives, don't eat a hot pastry, don't eat the baby, don't speak loudly indoors. They ain't all bad of course, but I don't pay them any mind on principle." He takes another draw from his cigar, "Not that I go out of my way to break 'em all. More that I don't go out of my way at all. Unless I think it'll be especially entertaining."
"Yes, the very sun... how I have waited..." The sunflower turns to the little strugel, exuding an aura of determination. "Let us devour the light together, just as we have now. Capture the sun and consume its essence. What say you?"
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)
""Well your work is greatly appreciated, this kitchen is one of the best I have ever seen and has far more ingredients then I could ever imagine. I'm happy to put it to use. I only hope I don't give you too much extra work, I can get a bit carried away when I'm in the cooking zone, you know?" Leo says with a chuckle. Noctis looks down curiously at the small man, head tilted in curiosity as he looks at the small man.
*More Foghorn Leghorn. It might have been a bit more if he knew more about the little Cheshire Racoon* "Interesting. That's a very good way to go about things. See, I hate people like you most of the time because they always think that they'll get away with it. You don't. You know that your actions have consequences... assuming they can catch you, that is! I think that's just grand! It's so boring when the comeuppance isn't anticipated. You need to let the dread build up, you know?"
The Egregore speaks with his hands, waving his cigar around as he wildly gesticulates.
"And a chase! Ooh! A hunt for someone as tricky as you must be sounds wonderful! Honestly, I'd love to have you around. You'd break all my rules, have some fun, I'd try and find you, might succeed, might not, but we'd all have a fun time! Except the babies. But we don't have to worry about those. Babies are born all the time, and die twice as quickly. Have you seen the mortality rates in the papers? Good gosh, my man! You're doing humanity a service!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The universe has so many suns, after all! What's the harm in testing my skills on just one?" He giggles. "And of course, I may have to work on a couple to get it just perfect... but I'm sure you'll be there for the feast afterward, right? With your palate and hungry nature, well, who says just one sun will satisfy? No, you need the perfect dish to fill you up! And I, I will make you that dish! Hallelujah! I'm in!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg for the night in 20 minutes*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You needn't worry about out messing us." He says with a chuckle. Then a strange light flashes across his eyes, "It would be greatly appreciated if you would leave out a piece of bread and a bowl of milk on occasion."
*I love how the Egregore just went on a rant defending the consumption of human infants.*
*Also, I've been analyzing our skills as best I can.*
*Yvonne and Dark are probably our best writers, Theren and Coronet are probably the best at playing characters, and I'm somewhere in between. Everyone is a good all-rounder, but we've all got special areas.*
*I think. I'm not sure about myself. I think I might be a decent instigator for conflict as my big skill.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh no, Helianth becoming an intergalactic scourge that would likely cause several extinctions across innumerable worlds was not on my bingo card lol.*
Helianth laughs with joy: A booming laugh that, for the briefest instant, seems to make the very sky dim in response. "I'm so very happy to hear, my friend! I hadn't thought of more than one star, but oh, what a feast that would be! Let us capture the sun, and dine upon its glory not just as cook and customer- but as friends!"
"Though, I do have one query..." The flower turns to face the sun again- their greatest challenge and the ultimate delicacy. "How does one capture a star?"
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)
*Expect the unexpected!*
"That... is a very good question." He taps his foot, stroking his fuzzy chin in thought. "We do have one of the largest libraries in the world right at our fingertips, though. Maybe I can find out there. Surely, someone has done it before! I mean, a moon and a sun aren't so different, and plenty of people have captured or destroyed moons! There must be a way..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I just realized that I may have created something truly horrible.*
*Wonderful. I really am a good instigator!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah I am definitely going to play here eventually, I just need to come up with something interesting, something that would fit the setting. Maybe a sort of path of the beast barbarian werewolf sort of dude, I might have an idea for this actually, but I’ll have to intro tomorrow.*
*I'll try to spread some more of his lore throughout his interactions.* "A good way to go 'bout thangs? 'Good' ain't go nothin' to do with it, friend. I'm as selfish as a clam... just don't ask Annie or the Nollikers. But do ask the Bursh boys! I almost turned those chillens to wood once!" He doesn't seem to notice but his cigar smoke shapes itself into a different face with each name he mentions. First a young girl, then a whole family of people, and then two young boys with joyful grins. "But you are right 'bout gittin' caught. I ain't a fan of that."
"Chases are favorite pastime of mine. Especially when you cain't tell who's the pursuer and who's being pursued. I just make sure not get them Fox Hounds on my tail. Them doggone mutts are right nasty pieces of work when they got their sniffers set on yer sent."