"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
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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)
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
As he adjusts the mechanisms within these parts, they seem to change slightly- bones shift, veins slither into their new places, and metal segments lock into different configurations. However, they still remain in the rough shape they originally were- and the sigils are the only thing that hasn't changed at all.
"You still have better odds of fixing these than I do- I'm afraid I lack the steady hand to make such minute edits. Well, I lack hands at all, really!" They laugh a bit again, the light shrinking back in fear once more. "These parts actually came from the Spelljammer- it's the ship I plan on getting in... well, in ship shape. My friend and I need it for the trip we're planning."
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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)
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
As he adjusts the mechanisms within these parts, they seem to change slightly- bones shift, veins slither into their new places, and metal segments lock into different configurations. However, they still remain in the rough shape they originally were- and the sigils are the only thing that hasn't changed at all.
"You still have better odds of fixing these than I do- I'm afraid I lack the steady hand to make such minute edits. Well, I lack hands at all, really!" They laugh a bit again, the light shrinking back in fear once more. "These parts actually came from the Spelljammer- it's the ship I plan on getting in... well, in ship shape. My friend and I need it for the trip we're planning."
“Of course I will totally help you here, so do you have a due date on when you need this finished? Because from what I’m seeing this will take me a week at the most, possibly less depending on how much I can do without any interruptions.” He says, picking at the runes slightly.
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
As he adjusts the mechanisms within these parts, they seem to change slightly- bones shift, veins slither into their new places, and metal segments lock into different configurations. However, they still remain in the rough shape they originally were- and the sigils are the only thing that hasn't changed at all.
"You still have better odds of fixing these than I do- I'm afraid I lack the steady hand to make such minute edits. Well, I lack hands at all, really!" They laugh a bit again, the light shrinking back in fear once more. "These parts actually came from the Spelljammer- it's the ship I plan on getting in... well, in ship shape. My friend and I need it for the trip we're planning."
“Of course I will totally help you here, so do you have a due date on when you need this finished? Because from what I’m seeing this will take me a week at the most, possibly less depending on how much I can do without any interruptions.” He says, picking at the runes slightly.
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That works wonderfully for us- the ship isn't exactly going anywhere in the meantime!" It chuckles a bit to itself. "Is there some way you can notify us when it's done, or should I just check back in every now and then? Not that I mind- either works for me."
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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)
"Many thanks! It's just these parts that process the energy that need changing- the rest of the engine should work well enough how it is." It gestures to the parts it placed on the table. The mechanisms seem to be partly organic in their composition, and occasionally twitch.
The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
As he adjusts the mechanisms within these parts, they seem to change slightly- bones shift, veins slither into their new places, and metal segments lock into different configurations. However, they still remain in the rough shape they originally were- and the sigils are the only thing that hasn't changed at all.
"You still have better odds of fixing these than I do- I'm afraid I lack the steady hand to make such minute edits. Well, I lack hands at all, really!" They laugh a bit again, the light shrinking back in fear once more. "These parts actually came from the Spelljammer- it's the ship I plan on getting in... well, in ship shape. My friend and I need it for the trip we're planning."
“Of course I will totally help you here, so do you have a due date on when you need this finished? Because from what I’m seeing this will take me a week at the most, possibly less depending on how much I can do without any interruptions.” He says, picking at the runes slightly.
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That works wonderfully for us- the ship isn't exactly going anywhere in the meantime!" It chuckles a bit to itself. "Is there some way you can notify us when it's done, or should I just check back in every now and then? Not that I mind- either works for me."
“I may be able to make some sort of rely device, but in the meantime I’ll simply have to ask you to occasionally visit. Would you like something to eat before you go?” He says, his eyes holding a smile he cannot make.
"I appreciate the offer, but I unfortunately must decline. I lack any way to consume material foods." It has a general demeanor of a happiness that it has no eyes or mouths to convey. "Seeing as my part of the deal is done for now, I shall make my leave for now. Thank you for your help, and for now, farewell!" With that, the sunflower gives a sort of bow, crawls back through the door, and shambles off back towards the Spelljammer.
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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)
"I appreciate the offer, but I unfortunately must decline. I lack any way to consume material foods." It has a general demeanor of a happiness that it has no eyes or mouths to convey. "Seeing as my part of the deal is done for now, I shall make my leave for now. Thank you for your help, and for now, farewell!" With that, the sunflower gives a sort of bow, crawls back through the door, and shambles off back towards the Spelljammer.
*Mornin', friend!*
As they head back to the spelljammer, they encounter the Pale Man selling... things. Not anything in particular. Toys and treats are common, but they have a little bit of everything. He waves at Helianth. "Lo, sunflower! I have spoken with your friend on the subject of your ambitions, and I believe I can be of service to you!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I appreciate the offer, but I unfortunately must decline. I lack any way to consume material foods." It has a general demeanor of a happiness that it has no eyes or mouths to convey. "Seeing as my part of the deal is done for now, I shall make my leave for now. Thank you for your help, and for now, farewell!" With that, the sunflower gives a sort of bow, crawls back through the door, and shambles off back towards the Spelljammer.
*Mornin', friend!*
As they head back to the spelljammer, they encounter the Pale Man selling... things. Not anything in particular. Toys and treats are common, but they have a little bit of everything. He waves at Helianth. "Lo, sunflower! I have spoken with your friend on the subject of your ambitions, and I believe I can be of service to you!"
It cautiously approaches, its numerous flower heads *which I'm now confirming is 9 in total* all looking at the man.
"Very well... what is your proposition?"
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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)
*me when I take a new character and shove them into two new places*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
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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 they head back to the spelljammer, they encounter the Pale Man selling... things. Not anything in particular. Toys and treats are common, but they have a little bit of everything. He waves at Helianth. "Lo, sunflower! I have spoken with your friend on the subject of your ambitions, and I believe I can be of service to you!"
It cautiously approaches, its numerous flower heads *which I'm now confirming is 9 in total* all looking at the man.
"Very well... what is your proposition?"
"Now, I've never been on a Spelljammer before, but I know that machines need parts. Consider me your provisioner. Felix has traded me the plans for a sunlight distiller in trade for... well, everything. Just name the part, and I'm sure I'll have it. Felix' has already used my skills to procure the parts for more distillers."
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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.
As they head back to the spelljammer, they encounter the Pale Man selling... things. Not anything in particular. Toys and treats are common, but they have a little bit of everything. He waves at Helianth. "Lo, sunflower! I have spoken with your friend on the subject of your ambitions, and I believe I can be of service to you!"
It cautiously approaches, its numerous flower heads *which I'm now confirming is 9 in total* all looking at the man.
"Very well... what is your proposition?"
"Now, I've never been on a Spelljammer before, but I know that machines need parts. Consider me your provisioner. Felix has traded me the plans for a sunlight distiller in trade for... well, everything. Just name the part, and I'm sure I'll have it. Felix' has already used my skills to procure the parts for more distillers."
"That sounds wonderful! I'm sure there are several things your skills would aid in immensely." It looks visibly overjoyed- two large tasks it was intimidated by the prospect of managing alone are already being solved, and in the same day, no less! "May I ask how you heard of my endeavors? Was it Felix who told you?"
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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)
"Now, I've never been on a Spelljammer before, but I know that machines need parts. Consider me your provisioner. Felix has traded me the plans for a sunlight distiller in trade for... well, everything. Just name the part, and I'm sure I'll have it. Felix' has already used my skills to procure the parts for more distillers."
"That sounds wonderful! I'm sure there are several things your skills would aid in immensely." It looks visibly overjoyed- two large tasks it was intimidated by the prospect of managing alone are already being solved, and in the same day, no less! "May I ask how you heard of my endeavors? Was it Felix who told you?"
"Ah, I went to him for calrification. I heard of your actions from gossip, but we all know how full of falsehoods such words can be. I admire your conviction greatly, your ingenuity immensely, and your wealth supremely." Helianth can tell that the very last part is a lie, and not one he cares to hide. He doesn't care about wealth, which is strange for a merchant.
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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.
"Now, I've never been on a Spelljammer before, but I know that machines need parts. Consider me your provisioner. Felix has traded me the plans for a sunlight distiller in trade for... well, everything. Just name the part, and I'm sure I'll have it. Felix' has already used my skills to procure the parts for more distillers."
"That sounds wonderful! I'm sure there are several things your skills would aid in immensely." It looks visibly overjoyed- two large tasks it was intimidated by the prospect of managing alone are already being solved, and in the same day, no less! "May I ask how you heard of my endeavors? Was it Felix who told you?"
"Ah, I went to him for clarification. I heard of your actions from gossip, but we all know how full of falsehoods such words can be. I admire your conviction greatly, your ingenuity immensely, and your wealth supremely." Helianth can tell that the very last part is a lie, and not one he cares to hide. He doesn't care about wealth, which is strange for a merchant.
It seems a bit more skeptical, but not by too much. "Yes, falsehoods are common in words passed between many mouths- and it seems you are not immune to speaking falsehoods yourself. May I ask why you feel it necessary to lie about caring for wealth?"
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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)
"Ah, I went to him for clarification. I heard of your actions from gossip, but we all know how full of falsehoods such words can be. I admire your conviction greatly, your ingenuity immensely, and your wealth supremely." Helianth can tell that the very last part is a lie, and not one he cares to hide. He doesn't care about wealth, which is strange for a merchant.
It seems a bit more skeptical, but not by too much. "Yes, falsehoods are common in words passed between many mouths- and it seems you are not immune to speaking falsehoods yourself. May I ask why you feel it necessary to lie about caring for wealth?"
"It's expected for my kind to be greedy. It's easier to believe than anything else I could use to justify my actions." He smiles warmly. "All in all, it's easier than explaining myself."
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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.
"Ah, I went to him for clarification. I heard of your actions from gossip, but we all know how full of falsehoods such words can be. I admire your conviction greatly, your ingenuity immensely, and your wealth supremely." Helianth can tell that the very last part is a lie, and not one he cares to hide. He doesn't care about wealth, which is strange for a merchant.
It seems a bit more skeptical, but not by too much. "Yes, falsehoods are common in words passed between many mouths- and it seems you are not immune to speaking falsehoods yourself. May I ask why you feel it necessary to lie about caring for wealth?"
"It's expected for my kind to be greedy. It's easier to believe than anything else I could use to justify my actions." He smiles warmly. "All in all, it's easier than explaining myself."
"Ah, understandable. I'd be lying as well if I said I hadn't used words in a similar way- announcing aloud that one wishes to dine on the stars may draw the type of attention we could go without. Forgive me for being skeptical for such a small deception."
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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)
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The Blacksmith sits at the table, grabbing his tools “My first two jobs in this town are modifying a partially living engine, and making a pen out of pure abyss. I like this place.” He looks into the pieces and parts, trying to take it apart and look farther inside.
The pieces have various odd details inside of them- mixtures of veins and tubing connecting different parts, oily black blood, pieces of bone where there would typically be metal, and several small sigils carved into the flesh that have an air of dark magic to them.
"This place is full of surprises. I certainly wasn't fully expecting there to be a Spelljammer here!" It laughs a bit- a booming laugh that seems to cause the light of day to cower for a brief moment.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Hmm I’ve never deal with anything similar to this before, so I might have some trouble, some trail and error. Either way I’ll get this done.” He chuckles “I wouldn’t expect a lot to be here.” He looks at the veins, beginning to adjust things to simply see what occurs.
As he adjusts the mechanisms within these parts, they seem to change slightly- bones shift, veins slither into their new places, and metal segments lock into different configurations. However, they still remain in the rough shape they originally were- and the sigils are the only thing that hasn't changed at all.
"You still have better odds of fixing these than I do- I'm afraid I lack the steady hand to make such minute edits. Well, I lack hands at all, really!" They laugh a bit again, the light shrinking back in fear once more. "These parts actually came from the Spelljammer- it's the ship I plan on getting in... well, in ship shape. My friend and I need it for the trip we're planning."
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 is talking to a statuesque man outside the Spelljammer. Both look sad, but Felix looks nearly distraught.
"Y-you're telling me...?" Felix's eyes are filled with tears.
"Yup. I'm sorry. The King commissioned it. Makes people comfortable." The pale man nods solemnly, his strange clothes flowing in the breeze.
"What am I gonna tell Helianth?"
"It doesn't have to know."
"What? Of course they have to know!"
"And crush its hopes and dreams? No. I'll keep up the lie for as long as possible. Think of it as a game of pretend."
"I can't lie to them! They're my friend!"
"...I'm sorry. I don't know what to do then."
"I was able to work with the illusion as if it were real, right? Surely you could make a fake one that works as well as the real one?"
"It wouldn't help. It wouldn't be satisfied. I don't think it will ever be. Not here, at least."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ooh, fascinating! I'm curious to see what's going on...*
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 won't spoil it for you, but the Pale Man is not going to be honest about it and Felix may dodge any questions if guilt doesn't get to him first.*
*You can probably guess what they're talking about, but I think it's still going to be surprising and fun.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Of course I will totally help you here, so do you have a due date on when you need this finished? Because from what I’m seeing this will take me a week at the most, possibly less depending on how much I can do without any interruptions.” He says, picking at the runes slightly.
*Alrighty, I'm back!*
"That works wonderfully for us- the ship isn't exactly going anywhere in the meantime!" It chuckles a bit to itself. "Is there some way you can notify us when it's done, or should I just check back in every now and then? Not that I mind- either works for me."
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 may be able to make some sort of rely device, but in the meantime I’ll simply have to ask you to occasionally visit. Would you like something to eat before you go?” He says, his eyes holding a smile he cannot make.
*Good morning!*
"I appreciate the offer, but I unfortunately must decline. I lack any way to consume material foods." It has a general demeanor of a happiness that it has no eyes or mouths to convey. "Seeing as my part of the deal is done for now, I shall make my leave for now. Thank you for your help, and for now, farewell!" With that, the sunflower gives a sort of bow, crawls back through the door, and shambles off back towards the Spelljammer.
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)
*Mornin', friend!*
As they head back to the spelljammer, they encounter the Pale Man selling... things. Not anything in particular. Toys and treats are common, but they have a little bit of everything. He waves at Helianth. "Lo, sunflower! I have spoken with your friend on the subject of your ambitions, and I believe I can be of service to you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It cautiously approaches, its numerous flower heads *which I'm now confirming is 9 in total* all looking at the man.
"Very well... what is your proposition?"
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)
*me when I take a new character and shove them into two new places*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Now, I've never been on a Spelljammer before, but I know that machines need parts. Consider me your provisioner. Felix has traded me the plans for a sunlight distiller in trade for... well, everything. Just name the part, and I'm sure I'll have it. Felix' has already used my skills to procure the parts for more distillers."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds wonderful! I'm sure there are several things your skills would aid in immensely." It looks visibly overjoyed- two large tasks it was intimidated by the prospect of managing alone are already being solved, and in the same day, no less! "May I ask how you heard of my endeavors? Was it Felix who told you?"
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)
"Ah, I went to him for calrification. I heard of your actions from gossip, but we all know how full of falsehoods such words can be. I admire your conviction greatly, your ingenuity immensely, and your wealth supremely." Helianth can tell that the very last part is a lie, and not one he cares to hide. He doesn't care about wealth, which is strange for a merchant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It seems a bit more skeptical, but not by too much. "Yes, falsehoods are common in words passed between many mouths- and it seems you are not immune to speaking falsehoods yourself. May I ask why you feel it necessary to lie about caring for wealth?"
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 expected for my kind to be greedy. It's easier to believe than anything else I could use to justify my actions." He smiles warmly. "All in all, it's easier than explaining myself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, understandable. I'd be lying as well if I said I hadn't used words in a similar way- announcing aloud that one wishes to dine on the stars may draw the type of attention we could go without. Forgive me for being skeptical for such a small deception."
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)