He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
He considers this, "You can call me Samuel, Samuel Haine. Who are you?"
He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
He considers this, "You can call me Samuel, Samuel Haine. Who are you?"
"I am Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Samuel."
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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)
He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
He considers this, "You can call me Samuel, Samuel Haine. Who are you?"
"I am Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Samuel."
He smiles, "I didn't ask for your name. I asked for who you are. I've never seen a thing quite like you." He leans back against a gravestone and lets his Frankenstein mask dangle from a single finger by its elastic twine.
He pauses, "I'm searching for someone I lost." He raises his hand up and pulls off his Frankenstein mask. He immediately seems much smaller, yet it's hard to tell if he's changed size at all. He appears to be an average, clean shaven man with short brown hair. Often felt fatigue has worn a weary look around his dark eyes. "I'm new here. I've worked hard to find a way into this country." He glances back over at the disfigured corpse. "Sorry if I haven't been very friendly. I didn't receive a warm welcome."
The crooked sunflower ambles a bit closer, its other flower heads looking at him with curiosity. "It's perfectly understandable- this place can be fickle at times with how it treats its guests. What is your name?"
He considers this, "You can call me Samuel, Samuel Haine. Who are you?"
"I am Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Samuel."
He smiles, "I didn't ask for your name. I asked for who you are. I've never seen a thing quite like you." He leans back against a gravestone and lets his Frankenstein mask dangle from a single finger by its elastic twine.
"Oh, I see! I am- or rather, was- a sunflower, but I was granted sentience and hunger as parts of what is both blessing and curse. I am ever to wander, always searching for light to devour and never satisfied for long. What about you? Who are you, Samuel?"
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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)
He smiles, "I didn't ask for your name. I asked for who you are. I've never seen a thing quite like you." He leans back against a gravestone and lets his Frankenstein mask dangle from a single finger by its elastic twine.
"Oh, I see! I am- or rather, was- a sunflower, but I was granted sentience and hunger as parts of what is both blessing and curse. I am ever to wander, always searching for light to devour and never satisfied for long. What about you? Who are you, Samuel?"
*Sorry. My computer wasn't working.*
"Do you really expect to find the nature of one who wears so many masks?" He says this as though he wants to know more than you do, "I suppose it's only fair to try. I'm someone who has been searching for so long that I think I keep at it because I can't imagine doing anything else. I've sought beyond real hope of finding. This Autumn Country is my last lead."
The fireproofing, the engine parts, the sunlight collection, the teleportation across space and across realities... all of its efforts have reached their grand culmination. The Spelljammer is ready... but before it makes its first voyage to the stars of a far-off world, there is one thing left to do.
Helianth sits outside of the vessel that it and Felix have worked on for so long, setting up one more picnic to celebrate. Along the picnic blanket lies several courses and confections that it prepared itself, alongside some leftover light preserves from the picnic before, waiting patiently for the two to partake in the little feast. Its cooking doesn't reach the culinary heights that Felix's meals typically do, but it is clear a lot of care has been put into the presentation.
The sunflower sits waiting, soaking in the artificial sunlight as it does.
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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)
The Autumn King is sitting in his throne room. A huge oaken banquet table laden by an avalanche of mouth watering cuisine is made out before him and all his courtiers have gathered around the table and are feasting.
A chubby elderly woman is stumbling through the woods, carrying an apple pie in one hand and a walking stick in the other. She has gentle eyes and long, white hair under the handkerchief tied around her head. She's having a lot of trouble getting over the abundant roots.
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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.
A chubby elderly woman is stumbling through the woods, carrying an apple pie in one hand and a walking stick in the other. She has gentle eyes and long, white hair under the handkerchief tied around her head. She's having a lot of trouble getting over the abundant roots.
Several crows are perched in the trees. They watch the woman and, more specifically, her pie as she makes her way through the forest. A tattered scarecrow is crouched down on one knee. He is scratching some letters into a tree's bark with a pocket knife. He does not see your approach.
A chubby elderly woman is stumbling through the woods, carrying an apple pie in one hand and a walking stick in the other. She has gentle eyes and long, white hair under the handkerchief tied around her head. She's having a lot of trouble getting over the abundant roots.
Several crows are perched in the trees. They watch the woman and, more specifically, her pie as she makes her way through the forest. A tattered scarecrow is crouched down on one knee. He is scratching some letters into a tree's bark with a pocket knife.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
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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.
A chubby elderly woman is stumbling through the woods, carrying an apple pie in one hand and a walking stick in the other. She has gentle eyes and long, white hair under the handkerchief tied around her head. She's having a lot of trouble getting over the abundant roots.
Several crows are perched in the trees. They watch the woman and, more specifically, her pie as she makes her way through the forest. A tattered scarecrow is crouched down on one knee. He is scratching some letters into a tree's bark with a pocket knife.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
He turns and pushes his hat up from his button eyes. His stitched together mouth turns up in a smile. "As strong as a back full of straw can be. Strong enough I reckon." You notice the letters A + L have been marked neatly inside of a heart.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
He turns and pushes his hat up from his button eyes. His stitched together mouth turns up in a smile. "As strong as a back full of straw can be. Strong enough I reckon." You notice the letters A + L have been marked neatly inside of a heart.
"I gotta get up to feed the birds, lover boy." She nudges him with her elbow, smiling mischievously. She holds up her arms... higher... higher... until the tips of her fingers are inches from the branches. "I'm gonna climb up there and give em' some pie! Give me a boost!"
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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.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
He turns and pushes his hat up from his button eyes. His stitched together mouth turns up in a smile. "As strong as a back full of straw can be. Strong enough I reckon." You notice the letters A + L have been marked neatly inside of a heart.
"I gotta get up to feed the birds, lover boy." She nudges him with her elbow, smiling mischievously. She holds up her arms... higher... higher... until the tips of her fingers are inches from the branches. "I'm gonna climb up there and give em' some pie! Give me a boost!"
"Ha!" He laughs a parched laugh, though it's not clear at what. "Them birds sure will appreciate it. They're mighty hungry souls." He interlaces his gloved fingers and gets down on one knee, ready to boost her into the branches.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
He turns and pushes his hat up from his button eyes. His stitched together mouth turns up in a smile. "As strong as a back full of straw can be. Strong enough I reckon." You notice the letters A + L have been marked neatly inside of a heart.
"I gotta get up to feed the birds, lover boy." She nudges him with her elbow, smiling mischievously. She holds up her arms... higher... higher... until the tips of her fingers are inches from the branches. "I'm gonna climb up there and give em' some pie! Give me a boost!"
"Ha!" He laughs a parched laugh, though it's not clear at what. "Them birds sure will appreciate it. They're mighty hungry souls." He interlaces his gloved fingers and gets down on one knee, ready to boost her into the branches.
She steps onto his hands, then springs off with a mighty leap. She laughs maniacally as she lands in the trees, doing a little dance among the branches, placing down slices of pie among the leaves.
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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.
"Ha!" He laughs a parched laugh, though it's not clear at what. "Them birds sure will appreciate it. They're mighty hungry souls." He interlaces his gloved fingers and gets down on one knee, ready to boost her into the branches.
She steps onto his hands, then springs off with a mighty leap. She laughs maniacally as she lands in the trees, doing a little dance among the branches, placing down slices of pie among the leaves.
The crows voraciously attack the pie with such ferocity that several branches break under their onslaught. They chase after the plummeting pieces, nabbing it in midair and getting tangled in the falling branches. The scarecrow below pulls his hat off his sackcloth head revealing straw hair and watches in bemusement. "Haha! You're mighty spry!"
She steps onto his hands, then springs off with a mighty leap. She laughs maniacally as she lands in the trees, doing a little dance among the branches, placing down slices of pie among the leaves.
The crows voraciously attack the pie with such ferocity that several branches break under their onslaught. They chase after the plummeting pieces, nabbing it in midair and getting tangled in the falling branches. The scarecrow below pulls his hat off his sackcloth head revealing straw hair and watches in bemusement. "Haha! You're mighty spry!"
She leaps from the branches as they break, moving from tree to tree. "Ha! More than you know, sonny! I used to be one of the prettiest dancers in my village! But that was, I dunno, eight years back? I'm not young enough for that anymore. No one wants to see a hag dance." She seems a bit sad for a moment. "Whoop! Here I go!" She jumps down, parachuting with her long, beige skirt. She lands and tumbles to all fours. "Oof!" She jumps to her feet and waddles over to the scarecrow once more. "What's your name, scarecrow?"
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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.
She steps onto his hands, then springs off with a mighty leap. She laughs maniacally as she lands in the trees, doing a little dance among the branches, placing down slices of pie among the leaves.
The crows voraciously attack the pie with such ferocity that several branches break under their onslaught. They chase after the plummeting pieces, nabbing it in midair and getting tangled in the falling branches. The scarecrow below pulls his hat off his sackcloth head revealing straw hair and watches in bemusement. "Haha! You're mighty spry!"
She leaps from the branches as they break, moving from tree to tree. "Ha! More than you know, sonny! I used to be one of the prettiest dancers in my village! But that was, I dunno, eight years back? I'm not young enough for that anymore. No one wants to see a hag dance." She seems a bit sad for a moment. "Whoop! Here I go!" She jumps down, parachuting with her long, beige skirt. She lands and tumbles to all fours. "Oof!" She jumps to her feet and waddles over to the scarecrow once more. "What's your name, scarecrow?"
"Names are complicated. I'm called the Hodmedod. My friends call me Hod. And I loved seeing you dance. There's a beauty in seeing something that couldn't, can." He pockets the knife he was holding, "Eight years ain't a long time to age."
She leaps from the branches as they break, moving from tree to tree. "Ha! More than you know, sonny! I used to be one of the prettiest dancers in my village! But that was, I dunno, eight years back? I'm not young enough for that anymore. No one wants to see a hag dance." She seems a bit sad for a moment. "Whoop! Here I go!" She jumps down, parachuting with her long, beige skirt. She lands and tumbles to all fours. "Oof!" She jumps to her feet and waddles over to the scarecrow once more. "What's your name, scarecrow?"
"Names are complicated. I'm called the Hodmedod. My friends call me Hod. And I loved seeing you dance. There's a beauty in seeing something that couldn't, can." He pockets the knife he was holding, "Eight years ain't a long time to age."
"Well, I was a young girl of eighteen back then, but my grandmother always said that if you hold evil thoughts in your heart, you'll age a million times faster! She taught me a lot of evil thoughts, but I forgot most of them. I still get older, but I've got the strength of my youthful soul." She uproots a tree with one hand, twirls it above her head, then replants it. "Cool, right? I can also ride skateboards!"
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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.
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He considers this, "You can call me Samuel, Samuel Haine. Who are you?"
"I am Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Samuel."
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 smiles, "I didn't ask for your name. I asked for who you are. I've never seen a thing quite like you." He leans back against a gravestone and lets his Frankenstein mask dangle from a single finger by its elastic twine.
"Oh, I see! I am- or rather, was- a sunflower, but I was granted sentience and hunger as parts of what is both blessing and curse. I am ever to wander, always searching for light to devour and never satisfied for long. What about you? Who are you, Samuel?"
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)
*Sorry. My computer wasn't working.*
"Do you really expect to find the nature of one who wears so many masks?" He says this as though he wants to know more than you do, "I suppose it's only fair to try. I'm someone who has been searching for so long that I think I keep at it because I can't imagine doing anything else. I've sought beyond real hope of finding. This Autumn Country is my last lead."
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 miss this...*
*I might put my own spin on it at some point in the future.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You know, we could just end up bringing this back, I’d be down to be back here once more.*
The Autumn King is sitting in his throne room. A huge oaken banquet table laden by an avalanche of mouth watering cuisine is made out before him and all his courtiers have gathered around the table and are feasting.
A chubby elderly woman is stumbling through the woods, carrying an apple pie in one hand and a walking stick in the other. She has gentle eyes and long, white hair under the handkerchief tied around her head. She's having a lot of trouble getting over the abundant roots.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Several crows are perched in the trees. They watch the woman and, more specifically, her pie as she makes her way through the forest. A tattered scarecrow is crouched down on one knee. He is scratching some letters into a tree's bark with a pocket knife. He does not see your approach.
"Hungry, hungry children..." She mutters as she approaches the scarecrow. "Never have I seen so many sad little birds!" She looks up at them, then back to the scarecrow. "Do you happen to have a strong back, dear?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He turns and pushes his hat up from his button eyes. His stitched together mouth turns up in a smile. "As strong as a back full of straw can be. Strong enough I reckon." You notice the letters A + L have been marked neatly inside of a heart.
"I gotta get up to feed the birds, lover boy." She nudges him with her elbow, smiling mischievously. She holds up her arms... higher... higher... until the tips of her fingers are inches from the branches. "I'm gonna climb up there and give em' some pie! Give me a boost!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ha!" He laughs a parched laugh, though it's not clear at what. "Them birds sure will appreciate it. They're mighty hungry souls." He interlaces his gloved fingers and gets down on one knee, ready to boost her into the branches.
She steps onto his hands, then springs off with a mighty leap. She laughs maniacally as she lands in the trees, doing a little dance among the branches, placing down slices of pie among the leaves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crows voraciously attack the pie with such ferocity that several branches break under their onslaught. They chase after the plummeting pieces, nabbing it in midair and getting tangled in the falling branches. The scarecrow below pulls his hat off his sackcloth head revealing straw hair and watches in bemusement. "Haha! You're mighty spry!"
She leaps from the branches as they break, moving from tree to tree. "Ha! More than you know, sonny! I used to be one of the prettiest dancers in my village! But that was, I dunno, eight years back? I'm not young enough for that anymore. No one wants to see a hag dance." She seems a bit sad for a moment. "Whoop! Here I go!" She jumps down, parachuting with her long, beige skirt. She lands and tumbles to all fours. "Oof!" She jumps to her feet and waddles over to the scarecrow once more. "What's your name, scarecrow?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Names are complicated. I'm called the Hodmedod. My friends call me Hod. And I loved seeing you dance. There's a beauty in seeing something that couldn't, can." He pockets the knife he was holding, "Eight years ain't a long time to age."
"Well, I was a young girl of eighteen back then, but my grandmother always said that if you hold evil thoughts in your heart, you'll age a million times faster! She taught me a lot of evil thoughts, but I forgot most of them. I still get older, but I've got the strength of my youthful soul." She uproots a tree with one hand, twirls it above her head, then replants it. "Cool, right? I can also ride skateboards!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.