Speaking of the Barley King, cultists around the Autumn Country have begun popping up, almost out of thin air. They all wear similar animal masks, and they gather around taverns or in wheat fields. They are armed, and they are preparing for the hunt. They bring along with them hunting dogs and falcons- all to hunt down a God.
Helianth sees some of the cultists congregating with their hunting companions, preparing for the search for their god, and thinks for a moment. To keep the Barley King alive would mean holding back an entire army. It's strong- very strong, now that it's harnessed several stars and forged its god-eating cutlery- but with their sheer numbers, it couldn't stop them all... so it needs an army of its own.
It begins heading towards one of the realm's expansive graveyards, having an idea.
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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 in one of the Autumn Country's many gargantuan graveyard valleys, searching every grave and tomb it can for something specific. There are only two days left before the hunt for the Barley King begins, and it wants to find all the help it can get before then.
The cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
Helianth is in one of the Autumn Country's many gargantuan graveyard valleys, searching every grave and tomb it can for something specific. There are only two days left before the hunt for the Barley King begins, and it wants to find all the help it can get before then.
The cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with 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)
The cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with that.
The ghoul sees you above and his lips curl back revealing more of his fangs. The creature writhes about but the tickling touch of the swarming insects seem to prevent him from getting to his feet. Eventually, his claws find purchase on the moist soil of the hole's walls and he is able to pull himself to his feet. The pile of vermin cascade of his speckled form. "Hee hee hee! What cause... do you have... to call a creature like me... friend? Hee hee!" wheezes the ghoul.
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
The cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with that.
The ghoul sees you above and his lips curl back revealing more of his fangs. The creature writhes about but the tickling touch of the swarming insects seem to prevent him from getting to his feet. Eventually, his claws find purchase on the moist soil of the hole's walls and he is able to pull himself to his feet. The pile of vermin cascade of his speckled form. "Hee hee hee! What cause... do you have... to call a creature like me... friend? Hee hee!" wheezes the ghoul.
"I am going to kill the Autumn King and crush his Court, and from the whispers I've heard, I believe my wish for his downfall is shared by others- such as your queen." It explains, completely serious in its demeanor. "I have a proposition for her."
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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)
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
He nods to you with his great, leaf-maned head. His goose feather cloak whispers with his movement, "What've you been doing of late?"
The cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with that.
The ghoul sees you above and his lips curl back revealing more of his fangs. The creature writhes about but the tickling touch of the swarming insects seem to prevent him from getting to his feet. Eventually, his claws find purchase on the moist soil of the hole's walls and he is able to pull himself to his feet. The pile of vermin cascade of his speckled form. "Hee hee hee! What cause... do you have... to call a creature like me... friend? Hee hee!" wheezes the ghoul.
"I am going to kill the Autumn King and crush his Court, and from the whispers I've heard, I believe my wish for his downfall is shared by others- such as your queen." It explains, completely serious in its demeanor. "I have a proposition for her."
He lets out a surprised peal of laughter, "Ahahahahaha!" His eyes dart from side to side, but being in a grave he doesn't have a wide field of vision. "Kill the King! Kill the King!" He runs a lolling tongue across his yellow teeth, "How do you know what -ehehe- our Queen wishes, waste her wormy name?"
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
He nods to you with his great, leaf-maned head. His goose feather cloak whispers with his movement, "What've you been doing of late?"
He stands up straight. “I have completed my travels across the country and have gifted many farms and fields with my blessing of plenty. In addition, I have met some rather interesting people along the way! Some from distant lands, one of them had given me a gift, I have yet to repay him.”
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
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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.
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with that.
The ghoul sees you above and his lips curl back revealing more of his fangs. The creature writhes about but the tickling touch of the swarming insects seem to prevent him from getting to his feet. Eventually, his claws find purchase on the moist soil of the hole's walls and he is able to pull himself to his feet. The pile of vermin cascade of his speckled form. "Hee hee hee! What cause... do you have... to call a creature like me... friend? Hee hee!" wheezes the ghoul.
"I am going to kill the Autumn King and crush his Court, and from the whispers I've heard, I believe my wish for his downfall is shared by others- such as your queen." It explains, completely serious in its demeanor. "I have a proposition for her."
He lets out a surprised peal of laughter, "Ahahahahaha!" His eyes dart from side to side, but being in a grave he doesn't have a wide field of vision. "Kill the King! Kill the King!" He runs a lolling tongue across his yellow teeth, "How do you know what -ehehe- our Queen wishes, waste her wormy name?"
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
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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)
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
*Welcome back, brother! I'm absolutely interested in the game, if you do decide to run it!*
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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)
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
He nods to you with his great, leaf-maned head. His goose feather cloak whispers with his movement, "What've you been doing of late?"
He stands up straight. “I have completed my travels across the country and have gifted many farms and fields with my blessing of plenty. In addition, I have met some rather interesting people along the way! Some from distant lands, one of them had given me a gift, I have yet to repay him.”
"Sounds like you've been busy. What representatives have we had visit my country? What sort of gift have you been given?"
*Here's what I pitched to the store's Discord server:*
*The campaign will be taking place in Flavor City, a floating metropolis above the land of Murka. You will be playing as a bunch of punks caught in a war between Guillaume Fierre's noble Flavor Paladins and the insidious forces of the Tasting Beast, including its own brand of gloriously unhealthy Deliciousness Paladins.* *The main location of this campaign will be the Filling District, a hyperdense ring of city between the elite Garnish Gardens and the charred ruins of the Well-Done District. This is where you live, work, and fight.*
*Party will start at level 3, so your characters are neighborhood heroes (or villains). We'll be using Standard Array and homebrew, just don't bring anything deliberately OP.*
*For the PBP, you will post once per day, and I don't care what you post. Doesn't have to be in character or anything. I just want to keep people from forgetting about it entirely.*
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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.
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
He nods to you with his great, leaf-maned head. His goose feather cloak whispers with his movement, "What've you been doing of late?"
He stands up straight. “I have completed my travels across the country and have gifted many farms and fields with my blessing of plenty. In addition, I have met some rather interesting people along the way! Some from distant lands, one of them had given me a gift, I have yet to repay him.”
"Sounds like you've been busy. What representatives have we had visit my country? What sort of gift have you been given?"
“We had not exchanged names… but he was from a place torn asunder by war- he fled here to find refuge.” Julius starts, pacing as he recounts the tale, rising a few feet into the air as if he were ascending stairs.
”he had gifted me strawberries! Such a wonderful fruit, are they not? It has been so long since I had such a food that was not from the Autumn Country-…”
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Helianth sees some of the cultists congregating with their hunting companions, preparing for the search for their god, and thinks for a moment. To keep the Barley King alive would mean holding back an entire army. It's strong- very strong, now that it's harnessed several stars and forged its god-eating cutlery- but with their sheer numbers, it couldn't stop them all... so it needs an army of its own.
It begins heading towards one of the realm's expansive graveyards, having an idea.
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 cackling sound of hyena-like laughter echoes from out of the earth. It takes a while to locate the specific grave, for there are so many, but soon the source of the shrieks of fiendish hilarity are found. You gaze down into a deep, dark grave to see the thrashing limbs of a speckled ghoul rolling about in the dust of the hole. His eyes are clamped closed and his fanged maw is open and gasps for air between each wave of laughter. Covering the ghoul's body is a dense, wriggling carpet of worms, centipedes, beetles, spiders, and other creeping things. The movement of the swarming insects seems to tickle the speckled ghoul greatly.
*fun lore thing! The Barley king takes the form of a lamb in this plane, and when it is slaughtered and it bleeds out, it’s body turns into the resources required to make alcohol, and the cultists literally turn its corpse into a drink*
Prince Julius walks upon his secret roads in the dark forest, towards the village of Cane on the water, ‘Chocolate Hollow,’ which he had blessed with a bountiful harvest. He skips merrily upon the wind, his laughter heard throughout the woods.
The crooked god looks down the grave at the cackling ghoul, making sure to dim the ambient starlight that comes from its core as to not accidentally burn the undead. "Greetings, friend." It starts, trying to make it clear that its intentions are not hostile- though, the appearance of the eight-meter tall divine flesh-amalgam sunflower looming over the grave certainly doesn't help with 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)
The ghoul sees you above and his lips curl back revealing more of his fangs. The creature writhes about but the tickling touch of the swarming insects seem to prevent him from getting to his feet. Eventually, his claws find purchase on the moist soil of the hole's walls and he is able to pull himself to his feet. The pile of vermin cascade of his speckled form. "Hee hee hee! What cause... do you have... to call a creature like me... friend? Hee hee!" wheezes the ghoul.
*That's pretty cool.*
Red, orange, and brown leaves skitter around your ankles, granted flowing movement by the wind. They gather together, drawing up and turn to flesh and form until Augustus the Autumn King stands before you. "Julius," He speaks and his candlelight eyes flicker, "It has been a long while."
Julius stops in his tracks, watching the Autumn king form. He bows slightly, smiling with his wickedly sharp teeth. “My King.”
"I am going to kill the Autumn King and crush his Court, and from the whispers I've heard, I believe my wish for his downfall is shared by others- such as your queen." It explains, completely serious in its demeanor. "I have a proposition for her."
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 nods to you with his great, leaf-maned head. His goose feather cloak whispers with his movement, "What've you been doing of late?"
He lets out a surprised peal of laughter, "Ahahahahaha!" His eyes dart from side to side, but being in a grave he doesn't have a wide field of vision. "Kill the King! Kill the King!" He runs a lolling tongue across his yellow teeth, "How do you know what -ehehe- our Queen wishes, waste her wormy name?"
He stands up straight. “I have completed my travels across the country and have gifted many farms and fields with my blessing of plenty. In addition, I have met some rather interesting people along the way! Some from distant lands, one of them had given me a gift, I have yet to repay him.”
*I'm back, everyone!*
*Didn't really like the session I played at the game store last night, but it inspired me to make my own game since I realized that I can actually run something for people who are interested in playing. My home games are miserable and half the time no one shows up. Like, brother it's your own house. We don't go anywhere or do anything, so do not tell me it was a scheduling conflict.*
*Anyway, I might want to run my game both on DDB and at the game shop, if y'all have any interest in it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*color me intrigued, my dear!*
"I don't know for certain, but it's a reasonable assumption. With him gone, there would be little else able to contest her might- the realm would be hers to control." It answers, still entirely serious. "I know of a way to weaken him, but I cannot do it alone."
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)
*Welcome back, brother! I'm absolutely interested in the game, if you do decide to run it!*
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)
"Sounds like you've been busy. What representatives have we had visit my country? What sort of gift have you been given?"
*Here's what I pitched to the store's Discord server:*
*The campaign will be taking place in Flavor City, a floating metropolis above the land of Murka. You will be playing as a bunch of punks caught in a war between Guillaume Fierre's noble Flavor Paladins and the insidious forces of the Tasting Beast, including its own brand of gloriously unhealthy Deliciousness Paladins.*
*The main location of this campaign will be the Filling District, a hyperdense ring of city between the elite Garnish Gardens and the charred ruins of the Well-Done District. This is where you live, work, and fight.*
*Party will start at level 3, so your characters are neighborhood heroes (or villains). We'll be using Standard Array and homebrew, just don't bring anything deliberately OP.*
*For the PBP, you will post once per day, and I don't care what you post. Doesn't have to be in character or anything. I just want to keep people from forgetting about it entirely.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*So far we have you two and Jester. I'll make the PM for Session 0 now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oof man. That stinks.*
*But I would definitely be interested!*
“We had not exchanged names… but he was from a place torn asunder by war- he fled here to find refuge.” Julius starts, pacing as he recounts the tale, rising a few feet into the air as if he were ascending stairs.
”he had gifted me strawberries! Such a wonderful fruit, are they not? It has been so long since I had such a food that was not from the Autumn Country-…”