*Finally back! I'm doing okay, not good, not bad.*
He slowly looks up at the massive horror, the anxiety on his face building. He runs his tongue over the exposed nerves of his teeth, tasting the blood and pain over and over and over. Eventually, he speaks, tucking his file into his clothes. "Hello!" He feigns confidence. "Would you happen to be Helianth? You look just like the descriptions I've heard."
The divine glutton looks up at him with one of its flower heads, its quiet anger mellowing slightly, as indicated by the boiling of the river around it slowing. "You would be correct, yes- I am Helianth."
As he opens his mouth to speak again, the sputters out blood and chokes. He closes his mouth, swallows, and wipes his face before trying again. "I am Flavor Squire Gideon Meiso. I've been looking for you for the past couple weeks. Would you be willing to talk? I'm a... big fan." He bows, sweeping off his beret and letting the blood run out of his mouth and from the stumps of his horns.
It seems to fully set its anger aside for now, the water turning from a boiling temperature to merely a simmering one- it's still unbearably warm around the crooked celestial, though. "Pleased to meet you, Sir Meiso. And to answer your question, yes I would be. What is it you wish to know?"
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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)
As he opens his mouth to speak again, he sputters out blood and chokes. He closes his mouth, swallows, and wipes his face before trying again. "I am Flavor Squire Gideon Meiso. I've been looking for you for the past couple weeks. Would you be willing to talk? I'm a... big fan." He bows, sweeping off his beret and letting the blood run out of his mouth and from the stumps of his horns.
It seems to fully set its anger aside for now, the water turning from a boiling temperature to merely a simmering one- it's still unbearably warm around the crooked celestial, though. "Pleased to meet you, Sir Meiso. And to answer your question, yes I would be. What is it you wish to know?"
"The rest of my order wouldn't approve... but I think you might be able to help us with a problem we have. Have you heard of the Pauladeens, or Paladins of Deliciousness?" His ears twitch, eyes flick to the side, and his stomach growls angrily.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As he opens his mouth to speak again, he sputters out blood and chokes. He closes his mouth, swallows, and wipes his face before trying again. "I am Flavor Squire Gideon Meiso. I've been looking for you for the past couple weeks. Would you be willing to talk? I'm a... big fan." He bows, sweeping off his beret and letting the blood run out of his mouth and from the stumps of his horns.
It seems to fully set its anger aside for now, the water turning from a boiling temperature to merely a simmering one- it's still unbearably warm around the crooked celestial, though. "Pleased to meet you, Sir Meiso. And to answer your question, yes I would be. What is it you wish to know?"
"The rest of my order wouldn't approve... but I think you might be able to help us with a problem we have. Have you heard of the Pauladeens, or Paladins of Deliciousness?" His ears twitch, eyes flick to the side, and his stomach growls angrily.
"I'm working on solving a problem of my own at the moment, though... I should have time to assist you as well. I have heard of them before, but I do not know much about them. Do they require my assistance?"
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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)
*Hello to you as well, my good friend! How art thou?*
*I am doing simply marvelous! I’ll be writing something to start the hunt for the Barley king later tonight, and I have two sort of ideas for potential characters here.*
"The rest of my order wouldn't approve... but I think you might be able to help us with a problem we have. Have you heard of the Pauladeens, or Paladins of Deliciousness?" His ears twitch, eyes flick to the side, and his stomach growls angrily.
"I'm working on solving a problem of my own at the moment, though... I should have time to assist you as well. I have heard of them before, but I do not know much about them. Do they require my assistance?"
He fidgets. "In... a sense. They are driven by an insatiable hunger, whispered to them by the Tasting Beast. They are violent and selfish people... but they are still people, even if the Order doesn't want to admit 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.
*Hello to you as well, my good friend! How art thou?*
*I am doing simply marvelous! I’ll be writing something to start the hunt for the Barley king later tonight, and I have two sort of ideas for potential characters here.*
*how art thou?*
*Wonderful! I look forward to seeing what you create- the hunt will certainly be fun!*
*I'm doing great as well! I've been preparing more things for Helianth's Machiavellian scheme for world domination overthrowing the Autumn King!*
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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 rest of my order wouldn't approve... but I think you might be able to help us with a problem we have. Have you heard of the Pauladeens, or Paladins of Deliciousness?" His ears twitch, eyes flick to the side, and his stomach growls angrily.
"I'm working on solving a problem of my own at the moment, though... I should have time to assist you as well. I have heard of them before, but I do not know much about them. Do they require my assistance?"
He fidgets. "In... a sense. They are driven by an insatiable hunger, whispered to them by the Tasting Beast. They are violent and selfish people... but they are still people, even if the Order doesn't want to admit it."
"I see... such insatiable hunger is familiar to me, as you likely know." It responds, the faintest tone of wistfulness in its voice. "How can I help 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)
*Hello to you as well, my good friend! How art thou?*
*I am doing simply marvelous! I’ll be writing something to start the hunt for the Barley king later tonight, and I have two sort of ideas for potential characters here.*
*how art thou?*
*Wonderful! I look forward to seeing what you create- the hunt will certainly be fun!*
*I'm doing great as well! I've been preparing more things for Helianth's Machiavellian scheme for world domination overthrowing the Autumn King!*
*indeed it will be fun! there will practically be an all out war between Helianth’s allies and the cult of the barley king- and if they try to capture Julius, that will be a very interesting encounter as well. They better be prepared for that*
*just swimmingly! Should hopefully have them done tonight, just trying to flesh out their backstory and aesthetic a bit more, as well as their patron.*
He fidgets. "In... a sense. They are driven by an insatiable hunger, whispered to them by the Tasting Beast. They are violent and selfish people... but they are still people, even if the Order doesn't want to admit it."
"I see... such insatiable hunger is familiar to me, as you likely know." It responds, the faintest tone of wistfulness in its voice. "How can I help them?"
"I don't know, unfortunately. I was just hoping that you would have some-" He clutches his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball. "S-some idea..."
Helianth hears a whisper. "My dear son is hungry... Feed him... Feed him until he no longer purges it... You know his pain... But he rejects it... It grows worse by the minute... Yet he starves himself out of fear... Those rotten Flavor Paladins don't understand him... Made him hunger for acceptance he will never have... Feed my son..."
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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.
*just swimmingly! Should hopefully have them done tonight, just trying to flesh out their backstory and aesthetic a bit more, as well as their patron.*
*how art thou?*
*I introduced Eating Disorder Paladin, but otherwise good.*
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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.
*just swimmingly! Should hopefully have them done tonight, just trying to flesh out their backstory and aesthetic a bit more, as well as their patron.*
*how art thou?*
*I introduced Eating Disorder Paladin, but otherwise good.*
He fidgets. "In... a sense. They are driven by an insatiable hunger, whispered to them by the Tasting Beast. They are violent and selfish people... but they are still people, even if the Order doesn't want to admit it."
"I see... such insatiable hunger is familiar to me, as you likely know." It responds, the faintest tone of wistfulness in its voice. "How can I help them?"
"I don't know, unfortunately. I was just hoping that you would have some-" He clutches his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball. "S-some idea..."
Helianth hears a whisper. "My dear son is hungry... Feed him... Feed him until he no longer purges it... You know his pain... But he rejects it... It grows worse by the minute... Yet he starves himself out of fear... Those rotten Flavor Paladins don't understand him... Made him hunger for acceptance he will never have... Feed my son..."
It is silent for a while, deep in thought. Then, it has an idea. It has a terrible, awful, wonderful idea. Yes, that will work... perfectly.
"...I may have something to sate your hunger. Say, how do you feel about the idea of eating a god?"
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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 don't know, unfortunately. I was just hoping that you would have some-" He clutches his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball. "S-some idea..."
Helianth hears a whisper. "My dear son is hungry... Feed him... Feed him until he no longer purges it... You know his pain... But he rejects it... It grows worse by the minute... Yet he starves himself out of fear... Those rotten Flavor Paladins don't understand him... Made him hunger for acceptance he will never have... Feed my son..."
It is silent for a while, deep in thought. Then, it has an idea. It has a terrible, awful, wonderful idea. Yes, that will work... perfectly.
"...I may have something to sate your hunger. Say, how do you feel about the idea of eating a god?"
"Yes... A perfect plan..."
"N-no! This hunger... is a punishment... for my t-transgressions..." He whimpers in pain and fear... but he salivates. His teeth seem to be growing into sharp points once more.
"He accepts in his heart... In his stomach..."
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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.
*Hey Arch, would Julius like to have an otherworldly experience?*
*Or, more importantly, would you like to traumatize Julius with an otherworldly experience?*
*oh, absolutely! What kind of otherworldly experience?*
Julius is waltzing through the fields of a small village, wheat growing in large swathes wherever he steps. He dances with a scarecrow, alive with the magic of the harvest.
*Hey Arch, would Julius like to have an otherworldly experience?*
*Or, more importantly, would you like to traumatize Julius with an otherworldly experience?*
*oh, absolutely! What kind of otherworldly experience?*
Julius is waltzing through the fields of a small village, wheat growing in large swathes wherever he steps. He dances with a scarecrow, alive with the magic of the harvest.
*This kind:*
An overwhelming presence slowly builds. "These people will be so happy..." Two voices whisper in unison. "They are so... so... hungry..."
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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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It seems to fully set its anger aside for now, the water turning from a boiling temperature to merely a simmering one- it's still unbearably warm around the crooked celestial, though. "Pleased to meet you, Sir Meiso. And to answer your question, yes I would be. What is it you wish to know?"
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 rest of my order wouldn't approve... but I think you might be able to help us with a problem we have. Have you heard of the Pauladeens, or Paladins of Deliciousness?" His ears twitch, eyes flick to the side, and his stomach growls angrily.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm working on solving a problem of my own at the moment, though... I should have time to assist you as well. I have heard of them before, but I do not know much about them. Do they require my assistance?"
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, darlings!*
*Hello to you as well, my good friend! How art thou?*
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 am doing simply marvelous! I’ll be writing something to start the hunt for the Barley king later tonight, and I have two sort of ideas for potential characters here.*
*how art thou?*
He fidgets. "In... a sense. They are driven by an insatiable hunger, whispered to them by the Tasting Beast. They are violent and selfish people... but they are still people, even if the Order doesn't want to admit it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wonderful! I look forward to seeing what you create- the hunt will certainly be fun!*
*I'm doing great as well! I've been preparing more things for Helianth's Machiavellian scheme for
world dominationoverthrowing the Autumn King!*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 see... such insatiable hunger is familiar to me, as you likely know." It responds, the faintest tone of wistfulness in its voice. "How can I help 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)
*Howdy! How's Hanthel coming along?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*indeed it will be fun! there will practically be an all out war between Helianth’s allies and the cult of the barley king- and if they try to capture Julius, that will be a very interesting encounter as well. They better be prepared for that*
*how wonderful! It shall begin tonight…*
*just swimmingly! Should hopefully have them done tonight, just trying to flesh out their backstory and aesthetic a bit more, as well as their patron.*
*how art thou?*
"I don't know, unfortunately. I was just hoping that you would have some-" He clutches his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball. "S-some idea..."
Helianth hears a whisper. "My dear son is hungry... Feed him... Feed him until he no longer purges it... You know his pain... But he rejects it... It grows worse by the minute... Yet he starves himself out of fear... Those rotten Flavor Paladins don't understand him... Made him hunger for acceptance he will never have... Feed my son..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I introduced Eating Disorder Paladin, but otherwise good.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*awesome! I saw the intro, it’s really cool*
It is silent for a while, deep in thought. Then, it has an idea. It has a terrible, awful, wonderful idea. Yes, that will work... perfectly.
"...I may have something to sate your hunger. Say, how do you feel about the idea of eating a god?"
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)
"Yes... A perfect plan..."
"N-no! This hunger... is a punishment... for my t-transgressions..." He whimpers in pain and fear... but he salivates. His teeth seem to be growing into sharp points once more.
"He accepts in his heart... In his stomach..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Arch, would Julius like to have an otherworldly experience?*
*Or, more importantly, would you like to traumatize Julius with an otherworldly experience?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh, absolutely! What kind of otherworldly experience?*
Julius is waltzing through the fields of a small village, wheat growing in large swathes wherever he steps. He dances with a scarecrow, alive with the magic of the harvest.
*This kind:*
An overwhelming presence slowly builds. "These people will be so happy..." Two voices whisper in unison. "They are so... so... hungry..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.