"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
"Gunpowder, treason, and plot! I can think of no reason, why gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot!" The voices become many and grow louder as they approach. The smell of something burning begins to fill the air and smoke begins to slither out from the bookshelves all around you, coiling in sly, secretive shapes before unraveling so that it can coil once more.
"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
"Gunpowder, treason, and plot! I can think of no reason, why gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot!" The voices become many and grow louder as they approach. The smell of something burning begins to fill the air and smoke begins to slither out from the bookshelves all around you, coiling in sly, secretive shapes before unraveling so that it can coil once more.
The crooked flower begins searching for whatever may be causing this, thinking it can afford to distract its interest in the book for a brief while.
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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)
"Of course, my Lord Bibliosoph. The Autumn Country is full of wonders, and to have them put into a digestible package... how could an epicurean like me resist?"
He taps his chin in thought, "Doesn't epicureanism value the pursuit of pleasure through moderation and simplicity? Is moderation really something you value?"
He waves his hand dismissively, "Anyways, I don't believe feasting is typically a part of tomorrow's holiday. Most of the sensible ones celebrate by finding somewhere with adequate protection against explosions and flame to hunker down for the night. It's the Fifth of November, you see, the time of the gunpowder treason and plot. It has become tradition to set loose Fawke's Fire into the sky so that it won't ever be forgot."
"I understand. Terror and violence are as much a feast as a good meal. When prepared properly, I mean."
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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 pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
"Gunpowder, treason, and plot! I can think of no reason, why gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot!" The voices become many and grow louder as they approach. The smell of something burning begins to fill the air and smoke begins to slither out from the bookshelves all around you, coiling in sly, secretive shapes before unraveling so that it can coil once more.
The crooked flower begins searching for whatever may be causing this, thinking it can afford to distract its interest in the book for a brief while.
"Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" You don't have to search for long as the cause soon appears. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" White shapes begin to drift out from the shelves. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" Guy Fawkes masks with angular features, thin eyes, sleek mustaches, sharp goatees, and rosy, smiling cheeks are suspended by the smoke and hover all around you, watching through their thinly slit eyes and smiling their sly, rebellious smiles. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" The smoke around them grows thicker and thicker. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!"
He taps his chin in thought, "Doesn't epicureanism value the pursuit of pleasure through moderation and simplicity? Is moderation really something you value?"
He waves his hand dismissively, "Anyways, I don't believe feasting is typically a part of tomorrow's holiday. Most of the sensible ones celebrate by finding somewhere with adequate protection against explosions and flame to hunker down for the night. It's the Fifth of November, you see, the time of the gunpowder treason and plot. It has become tradition to set loose Fawke's Fire into the sky so that it won't ever be forgot."
"I understand. Terror and violence are as much a feast as a good meal. When prepared properly, I mean."
"I'll take your word for it. I subsist on other things." He turns back towards the window, "I hope I've fortified these windows enough. The revelers tend to aim for government buildings and their flames would cause considerable damage to my collection."
"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
"Gunpowder, treason, and plot! I can think of no reason, why gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot!" The voices become many and grow louder as they approach. The smell of something burning begins to fill the air and smoke begins to slither out from the bookshelves all around you, coiling in sly, secretive shapes before unraveling so that it can coil once more.
The crooked flower begins searching for whatever may be causing this, thinking it can afford to distract its interest in the book for a brief while.
"Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" You don't have to search for long as the cause soon appears. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" White shapes begin to drift out from the shelves. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" Guy Fawkes masks with angular features, thin eyes, sleek mustaches, sharp goatees, and rosy, smiling cheeks are suspended by the smoke and hover all around you, watching through their thinly slit eyes and smiling their sly, rebellious smiles. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" The smoke around them grows thicker and thicker. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!"
Helianth's curiosity begins to shift to concern, as some of its heads start looking for a potential exit. "What is the meaning of this?"
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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'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" You don't have to search for long as the cause soon appears. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" White shapes begin to drift out from the shelves. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" Guy Fawkes masks with angular features, thin eyes, sleek mustaches, sharp goatees, and rosy, smiling cheeks are suspended by the smoke and hover all around you, watching through their thinly slit eyes and smiling their sly, rebellious smiles. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" The smoke around them grows thicker and thicker. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!"
Helianth's curiosity begins to shift to concern, as some of its heads start looking for a potential exit. "What is the meaning of this?"
They answer your question saying, "Gunpowder, treason and plot! Shall never be forgot!" You notice that embers begin to flick about in the smoke tendrils. These embers shine brighter and brighter until they become tongues of flame that threaten to grow into something more. The masks hover above you and the hallway of bookshelves extends before and behind you.
"Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" You don't have to search for long as the cause soon appears. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" White shapes begin to drift out from the shelves. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" Guy Fawkes masks with angular features, thin eyes, sleek mustaches, sharp goatees, and rosy, smiling cheeks are suspended by the smoke and hover all around you, watching through their thinly slit eyes and smiling their sly, rebellious smiles. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" The smoke around them grows thicker and thicker. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!"
Helianth's curiosity begins to shift to concern, as some of its heads start looking for a potential exit. "What is the meaning of this?"
They answer your question saying, "Gunpowder, treason and plot! Shall never be forgot!" You notice that embers begin to flick about in the smoke tendrils. These embers shine brighter and brighter until they become tongues of flame that threaten to grow into something more. The masks hover above you and the hallway of bookshelves extends before and behind you.
The crooked plant's attention is drawn by the little flickers of light that dance amidst the smoke- and some of its flower heads begin siphoning whatever morsels of light they can. "What has treason to do with any of this?"
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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)
They answer your question saying, "Gunpowder, treason and plot! Shall never be forgot!" You notice that embers begin to flick about in the smoke tendrils. These embers shine brighter and brighter until they become tongues of flame that threaten to grow into something more. The masks hover above you and the hallway of bookshelves extends before and behind you.
The crooked plant's attention is drawn by the little flickers of light that dance amidst the smoke- and some of its flower heads begin siphoning whatever morsels of light they can. "What has treason to do with any of this?"
"Dead rebels burn for soon they return!" The light you siphon off kills their flames. In response the smoke churns angrily and the embers spark once more, burning brighter and hotter.
They answer your question saying, "Gunpowder, treason and plot! Shall never be forgot!" You notice that embers begin to flick about in the smoke tendrils. These embers shine brighter and brighter until they become tongues of flame that threaten to grow into something more. The masks hover above you and the hallway of bookshelves extends before and behind you.
The crooked plant's attention is drawn by the little flickers of light that dance amidst the smoke- and some of its flower heads begin siphoning whatever morsels of light they can. "What has treason to do with any of this?"
"Dead rebels burn for soon they return!" The light you siphon off kills their flames. In response the smoke churns angrily and the embers spark once more, burning brighter and hotter.
It continues to consume the light at an increased pace to match the flames brightening. "So you wish to burn me to cinders, is that it? I applaud your effort, but it'll take more than fire to do that."
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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)
"Dead rebels burn for soon they return!" The light you siphon off kills their flames. In response the smoke churns angrily and the embers spark once more, burning brighter and hotter.
It continues to consume the light at an increased pace to match the flames brightening. "So you wish to burn me to cinders, is that it? I applaud your effort, but it'll take more than fire to do that."
"Remember! Remember! The Fifth of November! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" A blackish-grey powder begins to pour out of the mask's smiling mouths and eyes, piling up in awfully combustible mounds. Suddenly, all the books on the surrounding shelves vanish. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Shall never be forgot!"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The sky above the autumn country is dripping flame. The stars are drowned out by the glow of the rocketing inferno. Explosions blossom like flaming flowers across a sable sky. Blazing rivulets of fire trickle down from the heavens and leave choked smoke ghosts in their wake when they shed their shining mortal forms and die.
Below this scene rush the reveling revolutionaries. At least they are for this night for tonight is Bonfire Night. Crowning every hill blazes a bonfire and grinning in the middle of every bonfire is the burning effigy of Guy Fawkes. His pale, cunning mask seems unperturbed during his mock execution. A number of the effigies take flight, blazing into the night sky to burn with the fire balloons. Others leap out of their flames and dance with their executioners. Tonight no one fears the scorching touch of the embers.
Dressed in sackcloth, parading men carry barrels filled with blazing tar. Others grind the bones of devils with their priests under two ton stones. Most everyone wears a smiling Guy Fawkes mask and they march the highways and byways under a sky filled with clouds of drooping, glittering flame singing the song:
"Gunpowder, treason, and plot! I can think of no reason, why gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot!" The voices become many and grow louder as they approach. The smell of something burning begins to fill the air and smoke begins to slither out from the bookshelves all around you, coiling in sly, secretive shapes before unraveling so that it can coil once more.
The crooked flower begins searching for whatever may be causing this, thinking it can afford to distract its interest in the book for a brief while.
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 understand. Terror and violence are as much a feast as a good meal. When prepared properly, I mean."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" You don't have to search for long as the cause soon appears. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" White shapes begin to drift out from the shelves. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" Guy Fawkes masks with angular features, thin eyes, sleek mustaches, sharp goatees, and rosy, smiling cheeks are suspended by the smoke and hover all around you, watching through their thinly slit eyes and smiling their sly, rebellious smiles. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" The smoke around them grows thicker and thicker. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!"
"I'll take your word for it. I subsist on other things." He turns back towards the window, "I hope I've fortified these windows enough. The revelers tend to aim for government buildings and their flames would cause considerable damage to my collection."
Helianth's curiosity begins to shift to concern, as some of its heads start looking for a potential exit. "What is the meaning of this?"
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
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
They answer your question saying, "Gunpowder, treason and plot! Shall never be forgot!" You notice that embers begin to flick about in the smoke tendrils. These embers shine brighter and brighter until they become tongues of flame that threaten to grow into something more. The masks hover above you and the hallway of bookshelves extends before and behind you.
*Howdy*
The crooked plant's attention is drawn by the little flickers of light that dance amidst the smoke- and some of its flower heads begin siphoning whatever morsels of light they can. "What has treason to do with any of this?"
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)
"Dead rebels burn for soon they return!" The light you siphon off kills their flames. In response the smoke churns angrily and the embers spark once more, burning brighter and hotter.
It continues to consume the light at an increased pace to match the flames brightening. "So you wish to burn me to cinders, is that it? I applaud your effort, but it'll take more than fire to do that."
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)
"Remember! Remember! The Fifth of November! Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot!" A blackish-grey powder begins to pour out of the mask's smiling mouths and eyes, piling up in awfully combustible mounds. Suddenly, all the books on the surrounding shelves vanish. "Gunpowder! Treason! And Plot! Shall never be forgot!"
*okay dudes give me one word each*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*I submit the noun Migration.*
*We were immortal, yes, but maybe not indestructible.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sky above the autumn country is dripping flame. The stars are drowned out by the glow of the rocketing inferno. Explosions blossom like flaming flowers across a sable sky. Blazing rivulets of fire trickle down from the heavens and leave choked smoke ghosts in their wake when they shed their shining mortal forms and die.
Below this scene rush the reveling revolutionaries. At least they are for this night for tonight is Bonfire Night. Crowning every hill blazes a bonfire and grinning in the middle of every bonfire is the burning effigy of Guy Fawkes. His pale, cunning mask seems unperturbed during his mock execution. A number of the effigies take flight, blazing into the night sky to burn with the fire balloons. Others leap out of their flames and dance with their executioners. Tonight no one fears the scorching touch of the embers.
Dressed in sackcloth, parading men carry barrels filled with blazing tar. Others grind the bones of devils with their priests under two ton stones. Most everyone wears a smiling Guy Fawkes mask and they march the highways and byways under a sky filled with clouds of drooping, glittering flame singing the song:
Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I can think of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys
God save the King!
*Morning, my supper friends!*
*I am developing a new necromancer character as we speak.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thats fun, I have an idea for a voodoo themed character and a plague doctor themed character. Good to see ya.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.