Felix follows diligently, making little crows out of gourds, fabric, straw, and leaves. What would you call those? Friendcrows?
It seems delighted at seeing Felix's creations come together. "Those look lovely- as does the scarecrow itself."
"Thank you! I think your engineering skills really helped with the main scarecrow. A designer's dream is an architect's nightmare, as they say. Well, not architect in this case, but anyway, I don't think this would have been possible without your input."
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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.
Felix follows diligently, making little crows out of gourds, fabric, straw, and leaves. What would you call those? Friendcrows?
It seems delighted at seeing Felix's creations come together. "Those look lovely- as does the scarecrow itself."
"Thank you! I think your engineering skills really helped with the main scarecrow. A designer's dream is an architect's nightmare, as they say. Well, not architect in this case, but anyway, I don't think this would have been possible without your input."
"Why, thank you. I'll admit, getting everything right was a touch difficult at times, but I think I did decently enough. The fruits of our labor look wonderful- I'm certain the King will like them."
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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)
"Thank you! I think your engineering skills really helped with the main scarecrow. A designer's dream is an architect's nightmare, as they say. Well, not architect in this case, but anyway, I don't think this would have been possible without your input."
"Why, thank you. I'll admit, getting everything right was a touch difficult at times, but I think I did decently enough. The fruits of our labor look wonderful- I'm certain the King will like them."
"Me too! After this, is there anywhere you wanna visit?"
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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.
"Thank you! I think your engineering skills really helped with the main scarecrow. A designer's dream is an architect's nightmare, as they say. Well, not architect in this case, but anyway, I don't think this would have been possible without your input."
"Why, thank you. I'll admit, getting everything right was a touch difficult at times, but I think I did decently enough. The fruits of our labor look wonderful- I'm certain the King will like them."
"Me too! After this, is there anywhere you wanna visit?"
Helianth is silent for a little while, thinking. "Perhaps we could visit the sea? It might be nice to spend some time by the water."
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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 approaching the Keep of Painted Leaves, its and Felix's scarecrow in the wheelbarrow it pushes along. It looks behind itself with its other heads to make sure if Felix is following.
The door to the Keep is wide open and warm amber light pours out of a dining room along with a thousand mouth watering smells.
The crooked flower continues into the Keep, the wheelbarrow tracking bits of dirt past the entrance as it rolls. It waits for a while at the entrance for if Felix joins it- if not, it continues to the dining hall.
*Morning!*
Felix follows diligently, making little crows out of gourds, fabric, straw, and leaves. What would you call those? Friendcrows?
Y'all enter the hall to find a huge table burdened with abundance. Pumpkin pies and chowders and candied apples and turkeys and every seasonally appropriate dish imaginable are laid out across the massive work of carpentry. A candelabra is suspended in the air and its arsenal of candles fill the room with serpentine light that is so welcoming that even the shadows have plenty of room to brood.
Two flame red, triangular eyes shine out of these shadows and watch you above a jagged, candle lit smile. "Welcome Helianth and Felix. You look famished. Why don't you sit down and have a bite to eat?" There is no doubt that this is the voice of the Autumn King and it is welcoming but there is a strange quality to it that you haven't heard before.
*I'll try to continue this tomorrow if y'all are up to it. Sorry guys but I'm real busy tonight.*
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Helianth deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
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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)
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
“Hello doctor, who have you come to cure?” You turn to see the elongated, skeletal figure of the Autumn King. He wears a grinning jack-o’-lantern over his head and a bat wing cloak is draped over his shoulders.
Helianth deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
*It is isn’t it?* The King steps out of the shadow and their appears to me much less of him than before. His arms are no longer strong and well muscled. Instead they have become long and thin. His frame seems to be barely more than a skeleton. His pine scale chest mail scrapes dryly as he moves and a long bat wing cloak is draped over his narrow shoulders. He moves to the head of the table and speaks, “There is a purpose behind your visit, is there not?”
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
“Hello doctor, who have you come to cure?” You turn to see the elongated, skeletal figure of the Autumn King. He wears a grinning jack-o’-lantern over his head and a bat wing cloak is draped over his shoulders.
She, being a rather short person, has to cane her head to see the Autumn King completely. She twists a nob on her plague doctor's mask and speaks with a little bit of insanity in her voice "I don't know yet, is anyone sick?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Helianth deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
*It is isn’t it?* The King steps out of the shadow and their appears to me much less of him than before. His arms are no longer strong and well muscled. Instead they have become long and thin. His frame seems to be barely more than a skeleton. His pine scale chest mail scrapes dryly as he moves and a long bat wing cloak is draped over his narrow shoulders. He moves to the head of the table and speaks, “There is a purpose behind your visit, is there not?”
The crooked flower bends slightly forward, as if to get a better look at him. "We wished to have an audience with you, and one reason for why is to present you with this." It reaches over to the wheelbarrow with its roots, wheeling it forward slightly to better show the intricately-assembled and artfully decorated scarecrow within.
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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 deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
*It is isn’t it?* The King steps out of the shadow and their appears to me much less of him than before. His arms are no longer strong and well muscled. Instead they have become long and thin. His frame seems to be barely more than a skeleton. His pine scale chest mail scrapes dryly as he moves and a long bat wing cloak is draped over his narrow shoulders. He moves to the head of the table and speaks, “There is a purpose behind your visit, is there not?”
The crooked flower bends slightly forward, as if to get a better look at him. "We wished to have an audience with you, and one reason for why is to present you with this." It reaches over to the wheelbarrow with its roots, wheeling it forward slightly to better show the intricately-assembled and artfully decorated scarecrow within.
*Morning!*
*I'm not entirely sure how to join in on this just yet, so Felix is kind of just in the room right now.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
“Hello doctor, who have you come to cure?” You turn to see the elongated, skeletal figure of the Autumn King. He wears a grinning jack-o’-lantern over his head and a bat wing cloak is draped over his shoulders.
She, being a rather short person, has to cane her head to see the Autumn King completely. She twists a nob on her plague doctor's mask and speaks with a little bit of insanity in her voice "I don't know yet, is anyone sick?"
“Most everyone’s sick of something.” He says through his gaping grin. “What brings you to this country?”
Helianth deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
*It is isn’t it?* The King steps out of the shadow and their appears to me much less of him than before. His arms are no longer strong and well muscled. Instead they have become long and thin. His frame seems to be barely more than a skeleton. His pine scale chest mail scrapes dryly as he moves and a long bat wing cloak is draped over his narrow shoulders. He moves to the head of the table and speaks, “There is a purpose behind your visit, is there not?”
The crooked flower bends slightly forward, as if to get a better look at him. "We wished to have an audience with you, and one reason for why is to present you with this." It reaches over to the wheelbarrow with its roots, wheeling it forward slightly to better show the intricately-assembled and artfully decorated scarecrow within.
His candlelit eyes flash over the scarecrow, “Your craftsmanship is excellent. The design is superb. What occasion calls for this thoughtful gift?”
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
“Hello doctor, who have you come to cure?” You turn to see the elongated, skeletal figure of the Autumn King. He wears a grinning jack-o’-lantern over his head and a bat wing cloak is draped over his shoulders.
She, being a rather short person, has to cane her head to see the Autumn King completely. She twists a nob on her plague doctor's mask and speaks with a little bit of insanity in her voice "I don't know yet, is anyone sick?"
“Most everyone’s sick of something.” He says through his gaping grin. “What brings you to this country?”
She takes a deep breath, cackling a bit "The want to learn of course. This place isn't like anywhere else I've seen, and that means I've got so much to learn."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Thank you! I think your engineering skills really helped with the main scarecrow. A designer's dream is an architect's nightmare, as they say. Well, not architect in this case, but anyway, I don't think this would have been possible without your input."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Why, thank you. I'll admit, getting everything right was a touch difficult at times, but I think I did decently enough. The fruits of our labor look wonderful- I'm certain the King will like them."
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 too! After this, is there anywhere you wanna visit?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is silent for a little while, thinking. "Perhaps we could visit the sea? It might be nice to spend some time by the water."
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 sounds nice. I haven't been to the sea in ages."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think I can recall where the shore was... Are there other places you want to visit?"
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 not sure. I haven't been here long, so I don't know what places there are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Y'all enter the hall to find a huge table burdened with abundance. Pumpkin pies and chowders and candied apples and turkeys and every seasonally appropriate dish imaginable are laid out across the massive work of carpentry. A candelabra is suspended in the air and its arsenal of candles fill the room with serpentine light that is so welcoming that even the shadows have plenty of room to brood.
Two flame red, triangular eyes shine out of these shadows and watch you above a jagged, candle lit smile. "Welcome Helianth and Felix. You look famished. Why don't you sit down and have a bite to eat?" There is no doubt that this is the voice of the Autumn King and it is welcoming but there is a strange quality to it that you haven't heard before.
*I'll try to continue this tomorrow if y'all are up to it. Sorry guys but I'm real busy tonight.*
*Anybody want to roleplay? I might have a few character to add to the DD cast.*
*I could possibly if you’re still around.*
*I am still around.*
A new person has arrived at the Autumn Country, wearing pure black leather medical gear, the only exception being their plague doctor's mask, their belt pouches full of strange concoctions and other things.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning!*
Helianth deeply bows before the King, its crooked stem and gnarled roots contorting as it does. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. Many thanks for the feast." It then shambles over to a chair, trying as best to 'sit' as its unhumanoid anatomy can allow.
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)
“Hello doctor, who have you come to cure?” You turn to see the elongated, skeletal figure of the Autumn King. He wears a grinning jack-o’-lantern over his head and a bat wing cloak is draped over his shoulders.
*It is isn’t it?*
The King steps out of the shadow and their appears to me much less of him than before. His arms are no longer strong and well muscled. Instead they have become long and thin. His frame seems to be barely more than a skeleton. His pine scale chest mail scrapes dryly as he moves and a long bat wing cloak is draped over his narrow shoulders. He moves to the head of the table and speaks, “There is a purpose behind your visit, is there not?”
She, being a rather short person, has to cane her head to see the Autumn King completely. She twists a nob on her plague doctor's mask and speaks with a little bit of insanity in her voice "I don't know yet, is anyone sick?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The crooked flower bends slightly forward, as if to get a better look at him. "We wished to have an audience with you, and one reason for why is to present you with this." It reaches over to the wheelbarrow with its roots, wheeling it forward slightly to better show the intricately-assembled and artfully decorated scarecrow within.
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)
*Morning!*
*I'm not entirely sure how to join in on this just yet, so Felix is kind of just in the room right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Most everyone’s sick of something.” He says through his gaping grin. “What brings you to this country?”
His candlelit eyes flash over the scarecrow, “Your craftsmanship is excellent. The design is superb. What occasion calls for this thoughtful gift?”
She takes a deep breath, cackling a bit "The want to learn of course. This place isn't like anywhere else I've seen, and that means I've got so much to learn."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)