"They will eat anything." He strokes a nearby bird's black feathers, "Beggars can't be choosers."
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
"They will eat anything." He strokes a nearby bird's black feathers, "Beggars can't be choosers."
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
The corner of his stitched mouth twitches oddly. "What do you mean when you say your 'previous lives'?"
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
The corner of his stitched mouth twitches oddly. "What do you mean when you say your 'previous lives'?"
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
The corner of his stitched mouth twitches oddly. "What do you mean when you say your 'previous lives'?"
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
“Alrighty then. I’ll make an apple pie for them then, can’t go wrong with a classic” He says as he opens the box up and a large apple tree starts to grow out from it. The wendigo plucked several apples from the branches before closing the box, causing the apple tree to shrink back down onto the box.
"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
The corner of his stitched mouth twitches oddly. "What do you mean when you say your 'previous lives'?"
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
"There was a....conflict between the Court of Spring and the Court of Winters. We never figured out what caused it, but the borders of Spring Country were attacked by the the Winter King's dark mages. They turned many of us into wendigos. My fellow druids went mad from the unsatiable hunger. But my brother and I...well, we reacted very differently to the horrid magics of the transformation." He says motioning to his strange body, that upon closer inspection, looks like two bodies that were partially melded together.
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
"There was a....conflict between the Court of Spring and the Court of Winters. We never figured out what caused it, but the borders of Spring Country were attacked by the the Winter King's dark mages. They turned many of us into wendigos. My fellow druids went mad from the unsatiable hunger. But my brother and I...well, we reacted very differently to the horrid magics of the transformation." He says motioning to his strange body, that upon closer inspection, looks like two bodies that were partially melded together.
"Two have become one," the scarecrow sighs. "Makes a lot more sense now. Wendigos have always been creatures of the Winter Court more than of Autumn. I was wondering why you were here."
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
"There was a....conflict between the Court of Spring and the Court of Winters. We never figured out what caused it, but the borders of Spring Country were attacked by the the Winter King's dark mages. They turned many of us into wendigos. My fellow druids went mad from the unsatiable hunger. But my brother and I...well, we reacted very differently to the horrid magics of the transformation." He says motioning to his strange body, that upon closer inspection, looks like two bodies that were partially melded together.
"Two have become one," the scarecrow sighs. "Makes a lot more sense now. Wendigos have always been creatures of the Winter Court more than of Autumn. I was wondering why you were here."
"We don't have the insatiable hunger of standard wendigos, but the transformation has gifted us with a sort of "food magic". Food has this...wondrous ability to trigger all manner of feelings, and has a strong connect to memories. We can bring out all sorts of properties and emotions from the food we make....so we use this ability to try and bring a bit of comfort and happiness to the people of this country."
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
"There was a....conflict between the Court of Spring and the Court of Winters. We never figured out what caused it, but the borders of Spring Country were attacked by the the Winter King's dark mages. They turned many of us into wendigos. My fellow druids went mad from the unsatiable hunger. But my brother and I...well, we reacted very differently to the horrid magics of the transformation." He says motioning to his strange body, that upon closer inspection, looks like two bodies that were partially melded together.
"Two have become one," the scarecrow sighs. "Makes a lot more sense now. Wendigos have always been creatures of the Winter Court more than of Autumn. I was wondering why you were here."
"We don't have the insatiable hunger of standard wendigos, but the transformation has gifted us with a sort of "food magic". Food has this...wondrous ability to trigger all manner of feelings, and has a strong connect to memories. We can bring out all sorts of properties and emotions from the food we make....so we use this ability to try and bring a bit of comfort and happiness to the people of this country."
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"That's mighty useful. I'm sure that comes in handy." He yanks at his collar.
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"That's mighty useful. I'm sure that comes in handy." He yanks at his collar.
"It does, both with delivering food and for the company." The Wendigo says as Noctis floats over, watching him as he finishes putting the pie together before placing it into the oven.
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"That's mighty useful. I'm sure that comes in handy." He yanks at his collar.
"It does, both with delivering food and for the company." The Wendigo says as Noctis floats over, watching him as he finishes putting the pie together before placing it into the oven.
"My nose may be only sackcloth, but that smells delicious."
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"That's mighty useful. I'm sure that comes in handy." He yanks at his collar.
"It does, both with delivering food and for the company." The Wendigo says as Noctis floats over, watching him as he finishes putting the pie together before placing it into the oven.
"My nose may be only sackcloth, but that smells delicious."
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"No," He shakes his straw haired head, "No I was... born in the Material Plane. I have travelled to many other planes though. I say that like it was by choice, but usually it's pretty accidental."
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"No," He shakes his straw haired head, "No I was... born in the Material Plane. I have travelled to many other planes though. I say that like it was by choice, but usually it's pretty accidental."
“Oh, I see. Well I hope this place is treating you well.” The Wendigo says as he takes the pie out of the oven and places it on the table to cool.
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"No," He shakes his straw haired head, "No I was... born in the Material Plane. I have travelled to many other planes though. I say that like it was by choice, but usually it's pretty accidental."
“Oh, I see. Well I hope this place is treating you well.” The Wendigo says as he takes the pie out of the oven and places it on the table to cool.
The crows do not wait for the pie to cool. They lay siege to the pastry, burning its homes and slaughtering its women and children until all that is left is an empty pie tin. They fight for the the final scraps of crust savagely.
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"No," He shakes his straw haired head, "No I was... born in the Material Plane. I have travelled to many other planes though. I say that like it was by choice, but usually it's pretty accidental."
“Oh, I see. Well I hope this place is treating you well.” The Wendigo says as he takes the pie out of the oven and places it on the table to cool.
The crows do not wait for the pie to cool. They lay siege to the pastry, burning its homes and slaughtering its women and children until all that is left is an empty pie tin. They fight for the the final scraps of crust savagely.
“My goodness, you weren’t kidding about them being ravenous. I’m glad they liked it.”
The crows do not wait for the pie to cool. They lay siege to the pastry, burning its homes and slaughtering its women and children until all that is left is an empty pie tin. They fight for the the final scraps of crust savagely.
“My goodness, you weren’t kidding about them being ravenous. I’m glad they liked it.”
"Heh," He laughs, "Heh heh. Only the ravens are ravenous. The crows must be crowous and the rooks must be rookous." He pulls off his hat and scratches his head, "Sorry, yes, they are hungry souls. Right hungry souls."
The crows do not wait for the pie to cool. They lay siege to the pastry, burning its homes and slaughtering its women and children until all that is left is an empty pie tin. They fight for the the final scraps of crust savagely.
“My goodness, you weren’t kidding about them being ravenous. I’m glad they liked it.”
"Heh," He laughs, "Heh heh. Only the ravens are ravenous. The crows must be crowous and the rooks must be rookous." He pulls off his hat and scratches his head, "Sorry, yes, they are hungry souls. Right hungry souls."
He chuckles warmly at the scarecrows humor. “Well, I hope that satisfies them, even if for only a fleeting moment. I understand the curse of insatiable hunger and endless starvation. I wouldn’t wish such things on any soul.”
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"My word," says the scarecrow in astonishment, "Ain't never seen that before."
The Wendigo chuckles. “We still retain some of our magic…and green thumbs from our previous lives. It helps to make all manner of fresh ingredients. Though, it’s always good to use ingredients made by others. The emotions and latent magics that linger from those that planted, grew, and harvested the crops all leave very unique signatures that can help enhance various dishes and beverages.” He says as the smaller arms of the creature begin to deftly remove the cores of the apples.
The corner of his stitched mouth twitches oddly. "What do you mean when you say your 'previous lives'?"
"My brother and I used to be druids from the lands ruled by the Court of Spring." The wendigo says, his voice growing a bit softer.
"The Court of Spring? Those lands are far, far away from here. What happened?" All the crows are silent besides the soft rustling of their feathers.
"There was a....conflict between the Court of Spring and the Court of Winters. We never figured out what caused it, but the borders of Spring Country were attacked by the the Winter King's dark mages. They turned many of us into wendigos. My fellow druids went mad from the unsatiable hunger. But my brother and I...well, we reacted very differently to the horrid magics of the transformation." He says motioning to his strange body, that upon closer inspection, looks like two bodies that were partially melded together.
"Two have become one," the scarecrow sighs. "Makes a lot more sense now. Wendigos have always been creatures of the Winter Court more than of Autumn. I was wondering why you were here."
"We don't have the insatiable hunger of standard wendigos, but the transformation has gifted us with a sort of "food magic". Food has this...wondrous ability to trigger all manner of feelings, and has a strong connect to memories. We can bring out all sorts of properties and emotions from the food we make....so we use this ability to try and bring a bit of comfort and happiness to the people of this country."
"I'm sure my crows will enjoy your meal then." says Hod. "I ain't a stranger to many lives in one body. It sure ain't easy."
"It was a challenge to begin with. Luckily, Noctis and I have always been close so we have been able to make it work for us. Plus, he can use our shadows to move around independently so that helps." He says as he makes the pie crust.
"That's mighty useful. I'm sure that comes in handy." He yanks at his collar.
"It does, both with delivering food and for the company." The Wendigo says as Noctis floats over, watching him as he finishes putting the pie together before placing it into the oven.
"My nose may be only sackcloth, but that smells delicious."
"Thank you. I hope your crow friends enjoy it." He says as they wait for the pie to finish baking. After a bit of silence, he speaks up. "So have you always lived here in the Autumn Country?"
"No," He shakes his straw haired head, "No I was... born in the Material Plane. I have travelled to many other planes though. I say that like it was by choice, but usually it's pretty accidental."
“Oh, I see. Well I hope this place is treating you well.” The Wendigo says as he takes the pie out of the oven and places it on the table to cool.
The crows do not wait for the pie to cool. They lay siege to the pastry, burning its homes and slaughtering its women and children until all that is left is an empty pie tin. They fight for the the final scraps of crust savagely.
“My goodness, you weren’t kidding about them being ravenous. I’m glad they liked it.”
"Heh," He laughs, "Heh heh. Only the ravens are ravenous. The crows must be crowous and the rooks must be rookous." He pulls off his hat and scratches his head, "Sorry, yes, they are hungry souls. Right hungry souls."
He chuckles warmly at the scarecrows humor. “Well, I hope that satisfies them, even if for only a fleeting moment. I understand the curse of insatiable hunger and endless starvation. I wouldn’t wish such things on any soul.”