*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.*
*Arch has already claimed the Big Bad Wolf, but you can definitely play a werewolf!*
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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 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..."
"A good idea! Let us scour the texts and find what they have in store." Helianth begins to shamble towards the library. "Perhaps we could even find a spell capable of aiding us in our goal!"
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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)
*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.*
*Arch has already claimed the Big Bad Wolf, but you can definitely play a werewolf!*
*Hmm, interesting, I’m just looking to try out some subclasses I haven’t.*
"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."
"Oh of course, it's the least I could do for your hard work. Any kind of bread in particular, or would you simply like to be surprised?" The Wendigo asks as he walks over to the cabinets and starts pulling out some ingredients.
*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."
"I rely on sight, not scent, so catching you would be a difficult prospect indeed! And did I hear you say you can turn people to wood? Wonderful! That is unbelievably awful!" He claps his hands once. "I admire you, young lad! You are truly an awful being! I thank you for gracing me with your presence! I will be sure to chase with you at some point in the future! As immaterial beings, I get the feeling nothing will come of it, but I don't need it to be impactful to terrorize wonderful jerks like you!"
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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 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.*
*Ever read A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift? If you haven't, stop whatever you're doing and read that great work of literature. Also, brief disclaimer, the Cheshire Coon has mentioned the consumption of infants several times I think but he (as far as I know) has never actually done it before. He isn't a man eater. There are many more enjoyable ways to end a person to him.*
*You are a pretty good instigator. You're good at escalating conflict into really cool situations.*
*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.*
*I just love it that here are all these big players with ambitious goals or great power, and then there is me playing twin wendigos that just want to make good food to make people happy and have no idea what they have gotten themselves into.*
*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."
"I rely on sight, not scent, so catching you would be a difficult prospect indeed! And did I hear you say you can turn people to wood? Wonderful! That is unbelievably awful!" He claps his hands once. "I admire you, young lad! You are truly an awful being! I thank you for gracing me with your presence! I will be sure to chase with you at some point in the future! As immaterial beings, I get the feeling nothing will come of it, but I don't need it to be impactful to terrorize wonderful jerks like you!"
You're strangely complimentary insults cause his crescent smile to creep even wider across his face, "I ain't gonna lie, yer a pretty neat feller yerself. I'll be ready to flee whenever yer ready to hunt. Nothin' ne'er comes from somethin', 'xcept, of course, when it does. And it does infinitely so." All of a sudden you realize you are talking to a particularly hideous gargoyle with a massive smile. The smell of cigar smoke stains the air around it.
*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.*
*Arch has already claimed the Big Bad Wolf, but you can definitely play a werewolf!*
*Hmm, interesting, I’m just looking to try out some subclasses I haven’t.*
*I look forward to seeing you around! Everyone is welcome in the Keep of Painted Leaves.*
"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."
"Oh of course, it's the least I could do for your hard work. Any kind of bread in particular, or would you simply like to be surprised?" The Wendigo asks as he walks over to the cabinets and starts pulling out some ingredients.
"Anything as long as it is wrapped in clothe so that it stays clean."
"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..."
"A good idea! Let us scour the texts and find what they have in store." Helianth begins to shamble towards the library. "Perhaps we could even find a spell capable of aiding us in our goal!"
*Now that you're heading back to the library I have more of an excuse to play the Librarian!*
Egregore is reading a newspaper that claims that the British want the Irish to eat their own infants to deal with their starvation problem, because the British sure aren't giving up their potatoes.
Felix is in the library, reading various books about stars.
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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.
Deep within the woods a rhythmic beat can be heard, Thunk, Thunk, Thunk, and then, silence. The sound of a craftsman at work, the sound of creaking wood as a tree is felled, a rumble as it hits the earth, then once more, silence. The sound of rustling leaves upon the ground, wet with the fall dew, as the tree is taken back to a cabin in the woods, the home of the craftsman. The bark is peeled, the wood is bleached, the remains placed in a pile next to the home. Then, the craftsman takes some time off of his craft, every step of his making a deep crunch on the leaves. The lumberjack walks, his flannel shirt stained with sweat, his arms as heavy and hairy like a bear’s. His axe blade dull from his work. His giant form moving to town from his secluded home in the forest.
*I already have an idea for another character, does the royal court have a jester?*
Deep within the woods a rhythmic beat can be heard, Thunk, Thunk, Thunk, and then, silence. The sound of a craftsman at work, the sound of creaking wood as a tree is felled, a rumble as it hits the earth, then once more, silence. The sound of rustling leaves upon the ground, wet with the fall dew, as the tree is taken back to a cabin in the woods, the home of the craftsman. The bark is peeled, the wood is bleached, the remains placed in a pile next to the home. Then, the craftsman takes some time off of his craft, every step of his making a deep crunch on the leaves. The lumberjack walks, his flannel shirt stained with sweat, his arms as heavy and hairy like a bear’s. His axe blade dull from his work. His giant form moving to town from his secluded home in the forest.
*I already have an idea for another character, does the royal court have a jester?*
*I don't have a good character excuse to interact with this at the moment, so I'll wait until I have an idea I think would be cool.*
*Arch has already claimed the Big Bad Wolf, but you can definitely play a werewolf!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A good idea! Let us scour the texts and find what they have in store." Helianth begins to shamble towards the library. "Perhaps we could even find a spell capable of aiding us in our 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)
*Hmm, interesting, I’m just looking to try out some subclasses I haven’t.*
"Oh of course, it's the least I could do for your hard work. Any kind of bread in particular, or would you simply like to be surprised?" The Wendigo asks as he walks over to the cabinets and starts pulling out some ingredients.
*Yeah... there is certainly a timeline where Helianth becomes the next multi-thread BBEG and the next big threat to all of Adohand's Kitchen...*
*Wonderful indeed!*
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 rely on sight, not scent, so catching you would be a difficult prospect indeed! And did I hear you say you can turn people to wood? Wonderful! That is unbelievably awful!" He claps his hands once. "I admire you, young lad! You are truly an awful being! I thank you for gracing me with your presence! I will be sure to chase with you at some point in the future! As immaterial beings, I get the feeling nothing will come of it, but I don't need it to be impactful to terrorize wonderful jerks like you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ever read A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift? If you haven't, stop whatever you're doing and read that great work of literature. Also, brief disclaimer, the Cheshire Coon has mentioned the consumption of infants several times I think but he (as far as I know) has never actually done it before. He isn't a man eater. There are many more enjoyable ways to end a person to him.*
*You are a pretty good instigator. You're good at escalating conflict into really cool situations.*
*Man I miss Arch.*
*Goodnight, everybody!*
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 love it that here are all these big players with ambitious goals or great power, and then there is me playing twin wendigos that just want to make good food to make people happy and have no idea what they have gotten themselves into.*
*Goodnight! See you tomorrow, friend!*
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)
*Oh I’ve got an idea, the perfect masculine character. A path of the beast lumberjack probably would be good here right?*
You're strangely complimentary insults cause his crescent smile to creep even wider across his face, "I ain't gonna lie, yer a pretty neat feller yerself. I'll be ready to flee whenever yer ready to hunt. Nothin' ne'er comes from somethin', 'xcept, of course, when it does. And it does infinitely so." All of a sudden you realize you are talking to a particularly hideous gargoyle with a massive smile. The smell of cigar smoke stains the air around it.
*I look forward to seeing you around! Everyone is welcome in the Keep of Painted Leaves.*
"Anything as long as it is wrapped in clothe so that it stays clean."
*A lumberjack would fit right in perfectly. Just be careful which trees feel your axes blade.*
*Now that you're heading back to the library I have more of an excuse to play the Librarian!*
*I've got to head out too now. See y'all later.*
Egregore is reading a newspaper that claims that the British want the Irish to eat their own infants to deal with their starvation problem, because the British sure aren't giving up their potatoes.
Felix is in the library, reading various books about stars.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deep within the woods a rhythmic beat can be heard, Thunk, Thunk, Thunk, and then, silence. The sound of a craftsman at work, the sound of creaking wood as a tree is felled, a rumble as it hits the earth, then once more, silence. The sound of rustling leaves upon the ground, wet with the fall dew, as the tree is taken back to a cabin in the woods, the home of the craftsman. The bark is peeled, the wood is bleached, the remains placed in a pile next to the home. Then, the craftsman takes some time off of his craft, every step of his making a deep crunch on the leaves. The lumberjack walks, his flannel shirt stained with sweat, his arms as heavy and hairy like a bear’s. His axe blade dull from his work. His giant form moving to town from his secluded home in the forest.
*I already have an idea for another character, does the royal court have a jester?*
*I don't have a good character excuse to interact with this at the moment, so I'll wait until I have an idea I think would be cool.*
*You working on a self-insert, perhaps?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.