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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
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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)
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about 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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
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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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
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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.
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about it."
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
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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 Beastknight is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
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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.
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about it."
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
"Yes, that would work. But the sun is made of plasma, basically super-fire. If we get close enough to touch it, we'd already be fried by radiation and flame long before we reached the core."
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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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
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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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
The Beastknight remains there as a bunny hops into his lap and he gently pets it
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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.
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about it."
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
"Yes, that would work. But the sun is made of plasma, basically super-fire. If we get close enough to touch it, we'd already be fried by radiation and flame long before we reached the core."
"That is... not quite good news. We'd need some way to protect ourselves from the sun's wrath until we can capture it. There is also the problem of a lack of air, but that's a less worrisome issue- there are many magic items that may help us with that."
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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)
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about it."
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
"Yes, that would work. But the sun is made of plasma, basically super-fire. If we get close enough to touch it, we'd already be fried by radiation and flame long before we reached the core."
"That is... not quite good news. We'd need some way to protect ourselves from the sun's wrath until we can capture it. There is also the problem of a lack of air, but that's a less worrisome issue- there are many magic items that may help us with that."
"There's even a fruit I know that can help us with that. Plus I can eat it in an emergency. Hmm... I know a man who sells these specially pickled livers that can grant damage immunities... but you don't have a mouth, and I'm certain I couldn't do it on my own. Perhaps I should call him anyway just in case we need some of the magic items he carries. Another problem that arises is gravity. Down here, we're pulled to the earth. Up there, we would be pulled to the sun, and with much greater force than the gravity here."
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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.
Leonardo is cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Creating various dishes common to the Autumn Kingdom, and even some not typically found such as pineapple upside down cake and grilled pork chops with burst blueberry sauce. He makes sure all the staff and guests in the Keep are informed of the food, and ensure they can have as much as they like, though he tries not to get too close to anyone so as to not frighten them too much by his monstrous appearance.
The Beastknight is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
The Beastknight remains there as a bunny hops into his lap and he gently pets it
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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 trudging through the forest, searching for ghouls.
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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%.
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.
Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
Felix waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about it."
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
"Yes, that would work. But the sun is made of plasma, basically super-fire. If we get close enough to touch it, we'd already be fried by radiation and flame long before we reached the core."
"That is... not quite good news. We'd need some way to protect ourselves from the sun's wrath until we can capture it. There is also the problem of a lack of air, but that's a less worrisome issue- there are many magic items that may help us with that."
"There's even a fruit I know that can help us with that. Plus I can eat it in an emergency. Hmm... I know a man who sells these specially pickled livers that can grant damage immunities... but you don't have a mouth, and I'm certain I couldn't do it on my own. Perhaps I should call him anyway just in case we need some of the magic items he carries. Another problem that arises is gravity. Down here, we're pulled to the earth. Up there, we would be pulled to the sun, and with much greater force than the gravity here."
"Fascinating... I expected the Sun to be a great challenge, but this is far beyond what I anticipated. What would we have to counter the gravity?" Helianth returns to scanning the shelves for books that might have something of value for their mad quest. "Perhaps we can find a spell to aid with that as well. My knowledge about such travel is mostly in the arcane sense."
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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 Beastknight is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
The Beastknight remains there as a bunny hops into his lap and he gently pets it.
"I didn't know you liked animals. I would say I do to, but they kind of fear me for some reason. Bunnies don't hop up to me or anything." He pauses for a moment. "Ooooohhhhh... Beastknight. I get it now."
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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.
Leonardo is cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Creating various dishes common to the Autumn Kingdom, and even some not typically found such as pineapple upside down cake and grilled pork chops with burst blueberry sauce. He makes sure all the staff and guests in the Keep are informed of the food, and ensure they can have as much as they like, though he tries not to get too close to anyone so as to not frighten them too much by his monstrous appearance.
Various lesser smoke spirits thank the duo kindly before eating. (Imagine like a little army of No-Faces)
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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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
The Beastknight remains there as a bunny hops into his lap and he gently pets it.
"I didn't know you liked animals. I would say I do to, but they kind of fear me for some reason. Bunnies don't hop up to me or anything." He pauses for a moment. "Ooooohhhhh... Beastknight. I get it now."
The Beastknight hums a little, stroking the bunnies fur. "Animals...friends..."
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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.
"I didn't know you liked animals. I would say I do to, but they kind of fear me for some reason. Bunnies don't hop up to me or anything." He pauses for a moment. "Ooooohhhhh... Beastknight. I get it now."
The Beastknight hums a little, stroking the bunnies fur. "Animals...friends..."
"That's very nice. Bunnies are very soft. I wanted to be one once, but the other bunnies didn't like me." He sighs. "I'm sorry for being mean to you yesterday. I was just doing my job, and you were doing yours. Do you think we could call a truce?"
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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 didn't know you liked animals. I would say I do to, but they kind of fear me for some reason. Bunnies don't hop up to me or anything." He pauses for a moment. "Ooooohhhhh... Beastknight. I get it now."
The Beastknight hums a little, stroking the bunnies fur. "Animals...friends..."
"That's very nice. Bunnies are very soft. I wanted to be one once, but the other bunnies didn't like me." He sighs. "I'm sorry for being mean to you yesterday. I was just doing my job, and you were doing yours. Do you think we could call a truce?"
The Knight nods, extending a gauntleted hand
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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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Helianth is also scouring any books it can find in the library about stars and stellar phenomena. It squeezes between the shelves, its mass of roots and flower heads searching multiple tomes at a time.
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 waddles over. "So, while I don't have a method, I do have some good news," he whispers. "When we do capture the sun, it will be like, millions of years before anyone even notices. We're looking for the source of the power, not the power itself, right? Everything you've been eating so far has basically been chump change. We can leave them that stuff, and they'll be fine for a while, because the sun is so far away and so dense that it takes a really, really long time for the light to actually reach the world. The core, the part that actually makes that light, would be ours, and no one could do anything about 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 is sitting against a wall of the keep, a sword stuck through his armor and gut. He stares at the rising sun, murmuring a prayer to his King.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Those ugly spirals appear in the shadow of a tree. It's the great smoke spirit again. "Care for some help, crusader?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, that is good news indeed." The flower looks to one tome held in their roots. "If it is so far away, we'll need a way to travel that has us arrive there before we die of starvation. Perhaps we can find a teleportation spell with enough range to do so? After all, we know our destination."
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)
"My...king...will...save...Beastknight..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes, that would work. But the sun is made of plasma, basically super-fire. If we get close enough to touch it, we'd already be fried by radiation and flame long before we reached the core."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The King is on important business. Much more important than your life, it seems. But if you want to sit there and suffer, I guess I'll just watch."
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 remains there as a bunny hops into his lap and he gently pets it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That is... not quite good news. We'd need some way to protect ourselves from the sun's wrath until we can capture it. There is also the problem of a lack of air, but that's a less worrisome issue- there are many magic items that may help us with that."
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)
"There's even a fruit I know that can help us with that. Plus I can eat it in an emergency. Hmm... I know a man who sells these specially pickled livers that can grant damage immunities... but you don't have a mouth, and I'm certain I couldn't do it on my own. Perhaps I should call him anyway just in case we need some of the magic items he carries. Another problem that arises is gravity. Down here, we're pulled to the earth. Up there, we would be pulled to the sun, and with much greater force than the gravity here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leonardo is cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Creating various dishes common to the Autumn Kingdom, and even some not typically found such as pineapple upside down cake and grilled pork chops with burst blueberry sauce. He makes sure all the staff and guests in the Keep are informed of the food, and ensure they can have as much as they like, though he tries not to get too close to anyone so as to not frighten them too much by his monstrous appearance.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Fahkar is trudging through the forest, searching for ghouls.
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.
"Fascinating... I expected the Sun to be a great challenge, but this is far beyond what I anticipated. What would we have to counter the gravity?" Helianth returns to scanning the shelves for books that might have something of value for their mad quest. "Perhaps we can find a spell to aid with that as well. My knowledge about such travel is mostly in the arcane sense."
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 didn't know you liked animals. I would say I do to, but they kind of fear me for some reason. Bunnies don't hop up to me or anything." He pauses for a moment. "Ooooohhhhh... Beastknight. I get it now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Various lesser smoke spirits thank the duo kindly before eating. (Imagine like a little army of No-Faces)
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 hums a little, stroking the bunnies fur. "Animals...friends..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's very nice. Bunnies are very soft. I wanted to be one once, but the other bunnies didn't like me." He sighs. "I'm sorry for being mean to you yesterday. I was just doing my job, and you were doing yours. Do you think we could call a truce?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knight nods, extending a gauntleted hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.