“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.”
"These birds were once people. They died by Famine's bite and are thus cursed to fly the skies as these starving blackbirds." He shakes his head, "I try to take care of them as best I can, they did create me so I owe them that much. I'm a sort of shepherd, birdherd I reckon. I try to provide them with food, but me being a spirit of famine and decay myself I ain't to good at it."
*I love my characters, but I want to intro one more.*
*Greasecure the draconic merchant or Egregore the smoke boogeyman?*
*The choice may seem easy at first, but think about it.*
*Hmm... They are both really cool characters that fit in perfectly. I think if I had to vote though it would for the Egregore. I've always kind of wanted the Hodmedod to meet Egregore because he is a sort of egregore himself.*
*Of course you could bring both in eventually.*
*That being said, I have to leave in a minute so I can't stay and role-play unfortunately.*
*I love my characters, but I want to intro one more.*
*Greasecure the draconic merchant or Egregore the smoke boogeyman?*
*The choice may seem easy at first, but think about it.*
*Hmm... They are both really cool characters that fit in perfectly. I think if I had to vote though it would for the Egregore. I've always kind of wanted the Hodmedod to meet Egregore because he is a sort of egregore himself.*
*Of course you could bring both in eventually.*
*That being said, I have to leave in a minute so I can't stay and role-play unfortunately.*
*I see. I'll bring in good old Eggy while you have some time tomorrow.*
*I can do both, can't I? That's a good point.*
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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.
“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.”
"These birds were once people. They died by Famine's bite and are thus cursed to fly the skies as these starving blackbirds." He shakes his head, "I try to take care of them as best I can, they did create me so I owe them that much. I'm a sort of shepherd, birdherd I reckon. I try to provide them with food, but me being a spirit of famine and decay myself I ain't to good at it."
“Well my kitchen is always open to you and your feathered friends.” The Wendigo says as he brother Noctis floats over and drapes his arms around his twin, giving a shriek-like chirping noise in agreement.
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
"Well, they are welcome in my domain." He thought seems to occur to him. "...Bobbing... for apples... You say you are in need of a name?"
"You know it!" He says, an unaware look on his face with highlights of curiosity.
He crosses his strong arms across his pine armored chest, "You're a spirit of an apple bobbing barrel... so what do you think of the name Bob, barrel-geist?"
"Bob!" He practically yelps. "It's perfect wow, thank you good King!" Some water sloshes over the barrel as Bob thanks him profusely. "I will ask my friends if they want the name of Bob as well, if that's alright with your wonderful self? This is quite the development.." he mutters to himself in wonder.
"You're free to do so," He says with a chuckle. "It has been a pleasure to meet you Bob."
"The same goes for you!! Goodbye now!" He sinks rapidly into the water, and then the barrel itself begins to almost crumble and split, wooden planks becoming ordinary sticks, twigs, and bark, the metal bands holding them together reverting to natural ores and stones, everything falling neatly back into place on the forest floor as the water flows outward at first, then into the dirt. Bob is somehow gone, presumably finding his other Bob's.
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Helianth is lurking in the hills around the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
*Yep. A monstrous, 15-foot tall, multi-headed sunflower that looks like it hasn't been watered in years, but a flower nonetheless.*
Helianth looks down at the apples, confused: The only 'mouth' it has can eat only light. Still, intrigued and wanting to play fair, it curls one of its roots to meet the front of one of its flowers, bends over the barrel, and retrieves an apple- using the root near its flower head in place of a mouth.
*I'm in love*
It successfully grabs the apple, and the water begins to stir. A dark, turquoise, slimy face emerges suddenly, razor teeth flashing as spindly hands reach out, but then it stops just as suddenly as it appeared. The large eyes look about, thinking, then it calms down. "I guessss you ain't really cheating. Good job. Have as many as you want, by the way!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Helianth is lurking in the hills around the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
*Yep. A monstrous, 15-foot tall, multi-headed sunflower that looks like it hasn't been watered in years, but a flower nonetheless.*
Helianth looks down at the apples, confused: The only 'mouth' it has can eat only light. Still, intrigued and wanting to play fair, it curls one of its roots to meet the front of one of its flowers, bends over the barrel, and retrieves an apple- using the root near its flower head in place of a mouth.
*I'm in love*
It successfully grabs the apple, and the water begins to stir. A dark, turquoise, slimy face emerges suddenly, razor teeth flashing as spindly hands reach out, but then it stops just as suddenly as it appeared. The large eyes look about, thinking, then it calms down. "I guessss you ain't really cheating. Good job. Have as many as you want, by the way!"
The crooked flower looks to the creature, intrigued. "...Thank you..."
It crushes the apple in its clutches, squeezing the juice out onto the ground, whereupon it absorbs it with its roots.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is lurking in the hills around the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
*Yep. A monstrous, 15-foot tall, multi-headed sunflower that looks like it hasn't been watered in years, but a flower nonetheless.*
Helianth looks down at the apples, confused: The only 'mouth' it has can eat only light. Still, intrigued and wanting to play fair, it curls one of its roots to meet the front of one of its flowers, bends over the barrel, and retrieves an apple- using the root near its flower head in place of a mouth.
*I'm in love*
It successfully grabs the apple, and the water begins to stir. A dark, turquoise, slimy face emerges suddenly, razor teeth flashing as spindly hands reach out, but then it stops just as suddenly as it appeared. The large eyes look about, thinking, then it calms down. "I guessss you ain't really cheating. Good job. Have as many as you want, by the way!"
The crooked flower looks to the creature, intrigued. "...Thank you..."
It crushes the apple in its clutches, squeezing the juice out onto the ground, whereupon it absorbs it with its roots.
It watches the flower-being do this, equally interested. "Never really seen anyone like you, ya know. It's a pleasure to meet you," and he grins cheerily. "I'm Bob, just got my name a couple minutes ago!"
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At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
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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.
At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
Through an open window blows a cloud of leaves. They swirl and swoop around the room and a voice speaks out from their rustling. "You have returned to my home despite being Unwelcome?"
At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
Through an open window blows a cloud of leaves. They swirl and swoop around the room and a voice speaks out from their rustling. "You have returned to my home despite being Unwelcome?"
The Beastknight looks up at the open window and takes a knee. Apollon on the other hand laughs. "Yes I have."
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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.
At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
Through an open window blows a cloud of leaves. They swirl and swoop around the room and a voice speaks out from their rustling. "You have returned to my home despite being Unwelcome?"
The Beastknight looks up at the open window and takes a knee. Apollon on the other hand laughs. "Yes I have."
The leaves drift to the floor and take the form of Augustus, the Autumn King. "Beastknight, I am in a hurry. How shall I take care of this intruder? Would you like me to leave him to your hand? Should I flesh the Caderasaur, giving it the flesh of war so that it can unleash its rage on this aimless rebel? Or should I pour forth the flame of Fawkes so that he may see how a true rebel burns? Hurry, I have other tasks I must accomplish today."
At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
Through an open window blows a cloud of leaves. They swirl and swoop around the room and a voice speaks out from their rustling. "You have returned to my home despite being Unwelcome?"
The Beastknight looks up at the open window and takes a knee. Apollon on the other hand laughs. "Yes I have."
The leaves drift to the floor and take the form of Augustus, the Autumn King. "Beastknight, I am in a hurry. How shall I take care of this intruder? Would you like me to leave him to your hand? Should I flesh the Caderasaur, giving it the flesh of war so that it can unleash its rage on this aimless rebel? Or should I pour forth the flame of Fawkes so that he may see how a true rebel burns? Hurry, I have other tasks I must accomplish today."
"Assist...me...Lord..." he says in broken sentences, his head still bowed.
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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 leaves drift to the floor and take the form of Augustus, the Autumn King. "Beastknight, I am in a hurry. How shall I take care of this intruder? Would you like me to leave him to your hand? Should I flesh the Caderasaur, giving it the flesh of war so that it can unleash its rage on this aimless rebel? Or should I pour forth the flame of Fawkes so that he may see how a true rebel burns? Hurry, I have other tasks I must accomplish today."
"Assist...me...Lord..." he says in broken sentences, his head still bowed.
He nods, "Very well. I'll see to this myself." He rushes towards Apollon as swift and sudden as a gust of wind. With a flash of moonlight, he sweeps his scythe towards the Frenzied Flame with cold, clear force.
The leaves drift to the floor and take the form of Augustus, the Autumn King. "Beastknight, I am in a hurry. How shall I take care of this intruder? Would you like me to leave him to your hand? Should I flesh the Caderasaur, giving it the flesh of war so that it can unleash its rage on this aimless rebel? Or should I pour forth the flame of Fawkes so that he may see how a true rebel burns? Hurry, I have other tasks I must accomplish today."
"Assist...me...Lord..." he says in broken sentences, his head still bowed.
He nods, "Very well. I'll see to this myself." He rushes towards Apollon as swift and sudden as a gust of wind. With a flash of moonlight, he sweeps his scythe towards the Frenzied Flame with cold, clear force.
Apollon sidesteps, the scythe cutting his armor slightly. "Ah...nice..."
The Beastknight struggles to his feet, raising his sword. "APOLLON!!!!" he roars, swinging his sword with a downwards cleave, aiming for the Hunters skull.
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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.
He nods, "Very well. I'll see to this myself." He rushes towards Apollon as swift and sudden as a gust of wind. With a flash of moonlight, he sweeps his scythe towards the Frenzied Flame with cold, clear force.
Apollon sidesteps, the scythe cutting his armor slightly. "Ah...nice..."
The Beastknight struggles to his feet, raising his sword. "APOLLON!!!!" he roars, swinging his sword with a downwards cleave, aiming for the Hunters skull.
As the Beastknight swings his sword down at the head of Apollon, the King transforms the stone floor of the Keep surrounding the Hunter's feet into a thick, slippery hole of moist leaves so that if he makes any evasive maneuvers to escape the blow he'll be sent sprawling to the floor.
He nods, "Very well. I'll see to this myself." He rushes towards Apollon as swift and sudden as a gust of wind. With a flash of moonlight, he sweeps his scythe towards the Frenzied Flame with cold, clear force.
Apollon sidesteps, the scythe cutting his armor slightly. "Ah...nice..."
The Beastknight struggles to his feet, raising his sword. "APOLLON!!!!" he roars, swinging his sword with a downwards cleave, aiming for the Hunters skull.
As the Beastknight swings his sword down at the head of Apollon, the King transforms the stone floor of the Keep surrounding the Hunter's feet into a thick, slippery hole of moist leaves so that if he makes any evasive maneuvers to escape the blow he'll be sent sprawling to the floor.
*And I'm killing off Apollon cause he's a problem character. Plus I wanna expand on the Beastknight.*
The Knights sword, with a sickening crunch, splits the hunters head in two, killing him instantly. The Beastknight breaths heavily as it cleans its sword.
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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.
As the Beastknight swings his sword down at the head of Apollon, the King transforms the stone floor of the Keep surrounding the Hunter's feet into a thick, slippery hole of moist leaves so that if he makes any evasive maneuvers to escape the blow he'll be sent sprawling to the floor.
*And I'm killing off Apollon cause he's a problem character. Plus I wanna expand on the Beastknight.*
The Knights sword, with a sickening crunch, splits the hunters head in two, killing him instantly. The Beastknight breaths heavily as it cleans its sword.
*Oh dang. Okay then.*
The Autumn King stands tall and cold over the Hunter's corpse. His face inscrutable above the leafy mask. "You swung true." He bends down and pulls his jack-o'-lantern helmet out and places it on the ground. The pumpkin's eyes light up and it sucks what is left of Apollon's Frenzied Flame out of the corpses bones and through the jack-o'-lantern's carved smile. "He shot at the moon but hadn't the sight to aim nor a plan should he succeed."
"These birds were once people. They died by Famine's bite and are thus cursed to fly the skies as these starving blackbirds." He shakes his head, "I try to take care of them as best I can, they did create me so I owe them that much. I'm a sort of shepherd, birdherd I reckon. I try to provide them with food, but me being a spirit of famine and decay myself I ain't to good at it."
*I love my characters, but I want to intro one more.*
*Greasecure the draconic merchant or Egregore the smoke boogeyman?*
*The choice may seem easy at first, but think 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.
*Hmm... They are both really cool characters that fit in perfectly. I think if I had to vote though it would for the Egregore. I've always kind of wanted the Hodmedod to meet Egregore because he is a sort of egregore himself.*
*Of course you could bring both in eventually.*
*That being said, I have to leave in a minute so I can't stay and role-play unfortunately.*
*I see. I'll bring in good old Eggy while you have some time tomorrow.*
*I can do both, can't I? That's a good point.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well my kitchen is always open to you and your feathered friends.” The Wendigo says as he brother Noctis floats over and drapes his arms around his twin, giving a shriek-like chirping noise in agreement.
"The same goes for you!! Goodbye now!" He sinks rapidly into the water, and then the barrel itself begins to almost crumble and split, wooden planks becoming ordinary sticks, twigs, and bark, the metal bands holding them together reverting to natural ores and stones, everything falling neatly back into place on the forest floor as the water flows outward at first, then into the dirt. Bob is somehow gone, presumably finding his other Bob's.
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*I'm in love*
It successfully grabs the apple, and the water begins to stir. A dark, turquoise, slimy face emerges suddenly, razor teeth flashing as spindly hands reach out, but then it stops just as suddenly as it appeared. The large eyes look about, thinking, then it calms down. "I guessss you ain't really cheating. Good job. Have as many as you want, by the way!"
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The crooked flower looks to the creature, intrigued. "...Thank you..."
It crushes the apple in its clutches, squeezing the juice out onto the ground, whereupon it absorbs it with its roots.
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)
It watches the flower-being do this, equally interested. "Never really seen anyone like you, ya know. It's a pleasure to meet you," and he grins cheerily. "I'm Bob, just got my name a couple minutes ago!"
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*snippet for Bob and Helianth*
"...I am... Helianth..." Helianth drops the crushed apple's remains on the ground. coiling its gnarled roots around another nearby.
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)
*good morning!!!*
At the Keep, the Beastknight and Apollon are fighting. The Beastknight swings his great sword with such strength that it cracks the stones when it slams into the ground. Apollon keeps dodging at taunting the Knight, jabbing at him with his spear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Through an open window blows a cloud of leaves. They swirl and swoop around the room and a voice speaks out from their rustling. "You have returned to my home despite being Unwelcome?"
The Beastknight looks up at the open window and takes a knee. Apollon on the other hand laughs. "Yes I have."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The leaves drift to the floor and take the form of Augustus, the Autumn King. "Beastknight, I am in a hurry. How shall I take care of this intruder? Would you like me to leave him to your hand? Should I flesh the Caderasaur, giving it the flesh of war so that it can unleash its rage on this aimless rebel? Or should I pour forth the flame of Fawkes so that he may see how a true rebel burns? Hurry, I have other tasks I must accomplish today."
"Assist...me...Lord..." he says in broken sentences, his head still bowed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, "Very well. I'll see to this myself." He rushes towards Apollon as swift and sudden as a gust of wind. With a flash of moonlight, he sweeps his scythe towards the Frenzied Flame with cold, clear force.
Apollon sidesteps, the scythe cutting his armor slightly. "Ah...nice..."
The Beastknight struggles to his feet, raising his sword. "APOLLON!!!!" he roars, swinging his sword with a downwards cleave, aiming for the Hunters skull.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As the Beastknight swings his sword down at the head of Apollon, the King transforms the stone floor of the Keep surrounding the Hunter's feet into a thick, slippery hole of moist leaves so that if he makes any evasive maneuvers to escape the blow he'll be sent sprawling to the floor.
*And I'm killing off Apollon cause he's a problem character. Plus I wanna expand on the Beastknight.*
The Knights sword, with a sickening crunch, splits the hunters head in two, killing him instantly. The Beastknight breaths heavily as it cleans its sword.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh dang. Okay then.*
The Autumn King stands tall and cold over the Hunter's corpse. His face inscrutable above the leafy mask. "You swung true." He bends down and pulls his jack-o'-lantern helmet out and places it on the ground. The pumpkin's eyes light up and it sucks what is left of Apollon's Frenzied Flame out of the corpses bones and through the jack-o'-lantern's carved smile. "He shot at the moon but hadn't the sight to aim nor a plan should he succeed."