"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
"Worry not. I'm sure the King wouldn't blame you if you had no way to prevent the theft. You won't even notice that I took it. After all, you haven't so far." He grins.
(Egregore has many Mage Hands and clairvoyance through them. He's been searching the entire library this whole time.)
"I would know if you had taken it. I left my other pair of eyes with the...." Then a shocked expression tears across his face. His other bird eye may have been in his study with the torch, but he had been distracted reading a history of Muspelheim. When his bird flitted back to the stand with the flame-full cornucopia he found that it was gone. He almost drops his candle in shock. "No! How did you...?" One slender hand shoots into his breast pocket, pulling out the fleck of radiance he captured. He clenches it hard in his outstretched fist and searing radiance shines out in brilliant shafts from between his fingers. "Return it at once!"
*That is so funny I'm not even going to question it*
"Or what?" the illusion dissipates. "You'll blind my Mislead spell?" His laughter echoes and fades. The cornucopia lies on the ground where he stood, the flames now devoid of light as they crackle and burn.
(Egregore can cast Mislead with no components and teleport as the same bonus action. He's built as a CR 30 trickster, so you know he's got some insane toys up his sleeve to make up for his frailty.)
(No ventriloquism, though. I should add that.)
*You threw a curveball at me. I had to think fast. I never realized how much of a trickster Egregore was. The Librarian was prepared but you still managed to rob him. Mostly...*
The Librarian knows when he has been beaten. His face sinks into a wordless scowl as he places the light fragment back in his pocket. He strolls over to the cornucopia, removing his glasses and wiping the lens with a cloth conjured out of thin air. The bird swoops out of his eye socket and circles overhead as he bends down and scoops up the torch. The bird perches on his shoulder and peers at the smoldering cornucopia. "Dead. Useless." He begins to walk back into the forest of bookshelves.
As he does so his bird eye turns his gaze to the candle flame flickering on the candle he holds. "It's not much," he mutters quietly to himself, "But it's all I have left..."
*The candle is burning a fragment of the Frenzied Flame. I didn't think that it was going to come into play but it did.*
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
Helianth, after seeing the successful heist in action and realizing it doesn't need to grab the flame itself, crawls back out from the corner of the library, and heads towards Felix and company. Its movements are fast and twitchy, as though it can barely contain its impulse to devour the light right that instant, but it waits patiently. It's waited patiently for ages for something like this- what's a few minutes more?
"...We have... done it... I cannot... thank you... enough..."
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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)
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
*I'm glad!*
A voice speaks from a wall of grotesques, "You sure did cause a right ruckus. I'd be careful where you show your face 'round hyar. I've seen that Librarian do some mighty nasty thangs to folks who've insulted him far less than you have." At first it is difficult to tell where the source is coming from but as you scan the wall of ghastly gargoyles you notice that once is covered in hair, shaped like a large raccoon, and grinning at you madly.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
Helianth, after seeing the successful heist in action and realizing it doesn't need to grab the flame itself, crawls back out from the corner of the library, and heads towards Felix and company. Its movements are fast and twitchy, as though it can barely contain its impulse to devour the light right that instant, but it waits patiently. It's waited patiently for ages for something like this- what's a few minutes more?
"...We have... done it... I cannot... thank you... enough..."
"This'll be quick, friend! Light practically cooks itself!" Felix divides the glorious, sun-like delicacy into two bowls, a small one for him and a massive one for Helianth. "Please enjoy!" He bows and quickly consumes his own dumpling-sized portion.
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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.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
*I'm glad!*
A voice speaks from a wall of grotesques, "You sure did cause a right ruckus. I'd be careful where you show your face 'round hyar. I've seen that Librarian do some mighty nasty thangs to folks who've insulted him far less than you have." At first it is difficult to tell where the source is coming from but as you scan the wall of ghastly gargoyles you notice that once is covered in hair, shaped like a large raccoon, and grinning at you madly.
"I'm sure I've survived worse." Egregore takes a drag on his cigar. The smoke smells like factory smog. Like bread and little fingers caught in the process of snatching it. Like sweat and despair and loads and loads of money. "I'm sure we'd have gotten along fine if I didn't do that. Of course, what I'm really worried about is the King himself, you know. Without his protection, the wind might blow me away."
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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.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
*I'm glad!*
A voice speaks from a wall of grotesques, "You sure did cause a right ruckus. I'd be careful where you show your face 'round hyar. I've seen that Librarian do some mighty nasty thangs to folks who've insulted him far less than you have." At first it is difficult to tell where the source is coming from but as you scan the wall of ghastly gargoyles you notice that once is covered in hair, shaped like a large raccoon, and grinning at you madly.
"I'm sure I've survived worse." Egregore takes a drag on his cigar. The smoke smells like factory smog. Like bread and little fingers caught in the process of snatching it. Like sweat and despair and loads and loads of money. "I'm sure we'd have gotten along fine if I didn't do that. Of course, what I'm really worried about is the King himself, you know. Without his protection, the wind might blow me away."
"It's a mite harder to git under the King's skin. He might could issue some sorta punishment, but you'd have to do somethin' real bad to git him to declare you Unwelcome." His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath of the smoke. "The Librarian though.... he'll be sore for a lil' while but he should eventually come 'round. Heck, he tolerates me coming in on occasion."
"I'm sure I've survived worse." Egregore takes a drag on his cigar. The smoke smells like factory smog. Like bread and little fingers caught in the process of snatching it. Like sweat and despair and loads and loads of money. "I'm sure we'd have gotten along fine if I didn't do that. Of course, what I'm really worried about is the King himself, you know. Without his protection, the wind might blow me away."
"It's a mite harder to git under the King's skin. He might could issue some sorta punishment, but you'd have to do somethin' real bad to git him to declare you Unwelcome." His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath of the smoke. "The Librarian though.... he'll be sore for a lil' while but he should eventually come 'round. Heck, he tolerates me coming in on occasion."
"Well, that's very comforting." He twirls the cigar, drawing another one and tossing it to the raccoon. "Who are you, anyway? Your vibes give me a 'nuisance for the elite' feeling. Am I correct?"
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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.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
Helianth, after seeing the successful heist in action and realizing it doesn't need to grab the flame itself, crawls back out from the corner of the library, and heads towards Felix and company. Its movements are fast and twitchy, as though it can barely contain its impulse to devour the light right that instant, but it waits patiently. It's waited patiently for ages for something like this- what's a few minutes more?
"...We have... done it... I cannot... thank you... enough..."
"This'll be quick, friend! Light practically cooks itself!" Felix divides the glorious, sun-like delicacy into two bowls, a small one for him and a massive one for Helianth. "Please enjoy!" He bows and quickly consumes his own dumpling-sized portion.
*insert maniacal cackling here*
The starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
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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)
"It's a mite harder to git under the King's skin. He might could issue some sorta punishment, but you'd have to do somethin' real bad to git him to declare you Unwelcome." His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath of the smoke. "The Librarian though.... he'll be sore for a lil' while but he should eventually come 'round. Heck, he tolerates me coming in on occasion."
"Well, that's very comforting." He twirls the cigar, drawing another one and tossing it to the raccoon. "Who are you, anyway? Your vibes give me a 'nuisance for the elite' feeling. Am I correct?"
He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
The starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
Felix seems a bit scared, but tentatively asks... "Was it good? I haven't eaten much light before, so I don't know."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
As you pull open the door you see a small, hairy old man with a face full of gray whiskers staring back out at you. "Heya, I thought I might as well introduce myself seeing as how you seem to be planning to stay here indefinitely. I'm the Domovoy. How do you do?" He extends a soot black, hairy, ape-like arm for a handshake.
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
As you pull open the door you see a small, hairy old man with a face full of gray whiskers staring back out at you. "Heya, I thought I might as well introduce myself seeing as how you seem to be planning to stay here indefinitely. I'm the Domovoy. How do you do?" He extends a soot black, hairy, ape-like arm for a handshake.
"Oh, greetings to you. Sorry for my shrieking, I'm a bit jumpy...but it's nice to meet you. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." The Wendigo says looking down at the small man as he reaches out one of his smaller boney claw and shakes the man's hand.
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*You threw a curveball at me. I had to think fast. I never realized how much of a trickster Egregore was. The Librarian was prepared but you still managed to rob him. Mostly...*
The Librarian knows when he has been beaten. His face sinks into a wordless scowl as he places the light fragment back in his pocket. He strolls over to the cornucopia, removing his glasses and wiping the lens with a cloth conjured out of thin air. The bird swoops out of his eye socket and circles overhead as he bends down and scoops up the torch. The bird perches on his shoulder and peers at the smoldering cornucopia. "Dead. Useless." He begins to walk back into the forest of bookshelves.
As he does so his bird eye turns his gaze to the candle flame flickering on the candle he holds. "It's not much," he mutters quietly to himself, "But it's all I have left..."
*The candle is burning a fragment of the Frenzied Flame. I didn't think that it was going to come into play but it did.*
The Wendigo has gone back to the top of the Keep where the kitchen is, not wanting to be involved with the chaos below or end up in the middle of a fight. The lets out a sigh. "Seems we picked a dangerous time to come out of hiding to mingle with the locals, huh Nocs?" The shadow comes over and places a hand on his brother comfortingly.
*That was incredible. I've never had more fun playing Eggy.*
Outside, Felix has already set up his light-cooking station, and Egregore delicately delivers the Frenzied Flame. "Let's get cookin'!" Felix exclaims as the Egregore pulls out a cigar and heads back inside. Light has no meaning to a creature of Primordial Darkness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A gravely voice speaks out of the stove. "I'd say so. The brownies won't stop talking about it all."
*Dark, I gotta say you are without a doubt one of the best roleplayers on the forums.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth, after seeing the successful heist in action and realizing it doesn't need to grab the flame itself, crawls back out from the corner of the library, and heads towards Felix and company. Its movements are fast and twitchy, as though it can barely contain its impulse to devour the light right that instant, but it waits patiently. It's waited patiently for ages for something like this- what's a few minutes more?
"...We have... done it... I cannot... thank you... enough..."
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'm glad!*
A voice speaks from a wall of grotesques, "You sure did cause a right ruckus. I'd be careful where you show your face 'round hyar. I've seen that Librarian do some mighty nasty thangs to folks who've insulted him far less than you have." At first it is difficult to tell where the source is coming from but as you scan the wall of ghastly gargoyles you notice that once is covered in hair, shaped like a large raccoon, and grinning at you madly.
"This'll be quick, friend! Light practically cooks itself!" Felix divides the glorious, sun-like delicacy into two bowls, a small one for him and a massive one for Helianth. "Please enjoy!" He bows and quickly consumes his own dumpling-sized portion.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks dude! That's great praise coming from you. All the folks on this thread seem to be especially good writers.*
*Oh yeah. Just look at Yvonne, for gosh sake. She's writing like a freaking novelist!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sure I've survived worse." Egregore takes a drag on his cigar. The smoke smells like factory smog. Like bread and little fingers caught in the process of snatching it. Like sweat and despair and loads and loads of money. "I'm sure we'd have gotten along fine if I didn't do that. Of course, what I'm really worried about is the King himself, you know. Without his protection, the wind might blow me away."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a mite harder to git under the King's skin. He might could issue some sorta punishment, but you'd have to do somethin' real bad to git him to declare you Unwelcome." His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath of the smoke. "The Librarian though.... he'll be sore for a lil' while but he should eventually come 'round. Heck, he tolerates me coming in on occasion."
"Well, that's very comforting." He twirls the cigar, drawing another one and tossing it to the raccoon. "Who are you, anyway? Your vibes give me a 'nuisance for the elite' feeling. Am I correct?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*insert maniacal cackling here*
The starving sunflower begins to consume the light from the instant Felix is finished, the light seeping into its many heads as it feasts. The wisps of light that flow from the bowl into its flowers coalesce as they are devoured, eventually appearing as a solid beacon being absorbed into its being. The faint glow at the heart of its stem grows into a blazing radiance- not too dissimilar to a miniature star. Its stem and leaves begin to ignite as veins of golden light crisscross its entire being. The very ground begins to shake from the sheer force at which this monster devours the light before it. For a brief moment, a glimpse of Helianth's true nature can be seen by all around it- A deep and unending well that leads to utter oblivion. A black hole from which no light could ever hope to escape. No remorse, no empathy, only an ancient and terrible... HUNGER.
And then it all stops...
Helianth looks up at the sunlit sky, reinvigorated. They are still just as ravenous as they were before, but multitudes stronger. They turn to face the sun.
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)
*Wow... that's some very high praise. Thank you so much! I'm happy I could bring this terrible monster to life for all to see...
wait*
*But seriously, though: I'm honored, and I'm grateful that I get to create a story with such talented writers as you all.*
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)
He catches it with a black gloved hand. "I'm the Cheshire Coon, that's what I am. I ain't from here or much of anywhere else so I'm of the personal opinion that the daggone rules don't apply to me." He turns both his bandit rimmed eyes cross eyed until they both stare directly at the tip of the cigar. His smile grows in length and intensity as he grins at the cigar with malicious force. A thin tendril of smoke begins to rise from the cigar's tip. He then takes a long draw from it and exhales a plume of smoke through his teeth. "Aah, I thank you kindly."
The poor creature yelps a bit, before taking in a deep breath. "Um, hello?" He says perplexed as he looks at the stove.
Felix seems a bit scared, but tentatively asks... "Was it good? I haven't eaten much light before, so I don't know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As you pull open the door you see a small, hairy old man with a face full of gray whiskers staring back out at you. "Heya, I thought I might as well introduce myself seeing as how you seem to be planning to stay here indefinitely. I'm the Domovoy. How do you do?" He extends a soot black, hairy, ape-like arm for a handshake.
"Oh, greetings to you. Sorry for my shrieking, I'm a bit jumpy...but it's nice to meet you. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." The Wendigo says looking down at the small man as he reaches out one of his smaller boney claw and shakes the man's hand.