"Ah, but the soil is dead. The sun is dead. The gods are dead. Well, that's not true, they just left. They took all that they cared for with them. Even the afterlife is gone now. Nothing can be created, only destroyed. Even the changing of forms is nigh impossible. I left to bring the Wonders back; all the little things that make life worth living. People will fight over the basic right to exist in my world. I want to give them the opportunity to fight over things they don't need, so everyone can have the things they do."
He holds up some white, fluffy lumps. "Look at these. These are the basic building blocks of life. Change. Food. Water. Fire. Whatever they need to be. My world has run out of these. I'm certain, absolutely certain, that I will learn to cultivate them. I already learned how to harvest them, after all!"
He mutters to himself, "I wonder... Hod may be equipped..." Then he speaks to you, "Your task is a noble one. You will find many wonders in the Autumn Country. All ripe and ready for the harvest. Take what you need, we have plenty here and it becomes all the more valuable the more we share."
Szeru's ceramic eyelids shift, making his randomly colored eyes smile even brighter. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Have you time for tea? I'd hate to be a leech, so I may as well practice my magic for you!" He makes some dramatic and arcane gestures at the bread-like lumps in his claw, then clenches his fist around them. He throws the fistful to the ground, causing it to grow into an ornate glass table with a similarly styled tea set on top. "The glass is a bit clearer than I'd like..." Szeru takes some mental notes.
"Tea would be lovely." He removes his pumpkin helmet and his bushy leaf beard flows across his chest. "If you'd like to meet another tea fiend, I suggested searching out the October Hare. Your conjuration's are impressive." He extends a finger to the glass. At his touch, it is stained with crimson reds, flavorful oranges, and yellow tinges.
Szeru tilts his head, getting a closer look. He looks from Augustus to the glass repeatedly, as if trying to suss out what just happened. "My, my! That's quite a bit of magic you have on you! To change an already created object at a single touch... I must take notes from you sometime! I've never met another mage before!" He suddenly stops, stands up straight, and clears his throat. "Right. Tea. What kind would you like? I can do anything, but I'm presently obsessed with these local flavors. Apples, pumpkins, pears, corn... well, just about everything. Even the dirt here is delicious!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
The Autumn King's pumpkin mask smiles at you silently as you leave, making no remark.
The inside of the Keep is magnificent. You are able to fit into just about every room with the high domed ceilings. The ghost light hovering before you casts thick, heavy shadows across the walls. By heavy, I mean they would probably weigh several pounds if they fell across you. They dance in the light's flicker and dart across the halls with unknown purpose.
There are many doors of varied sizes lining the halls. You smell the delicious scents of aged wine from one curtained door way. The bottom of the curtain is stained dark red and a pool of scarlet liquid lies in a puddle on the floor. Secretive whispers and jingling bells ring out from behind a heavy oaken door covered in metal planking. Another open door allows golden light to flood the floor. Inside it there seems to be a room filled with splendor and an over laden table of fine food. The scent coming from that room causes your mouth to water and your stomach to yearn for a filling.
The walls are draped with exquisite tapestries that seem to be woven from autumn leaves. You pass several wooden suits of armor holding pitchforks, rakes, and scythes in thorned gloves. The dead eyes of mounted animal heads watch as you make your way through the wall.
As she passes the room full of food, her long tail sneaks in and unravels allowing her to grab multiple items. She feels one of the tapestries and snaps her claws. The fabric glows for a second as a duplicate falls to the floor which she promptly picks up.
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
A voice blows out of the grinning pumpkin helmet like a cold wind, "Greetings, dragon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
The girl on the back of the dragon notices a friendly flash of candlelight spark in his triangle eyes.
"I am Thint, Vessel of the Curious Beast, Harbinger of Knowledge, and youngest of my siblings. I come to your nation for I have heard that you are in a perpetual harvest of crops. While my knowledge is vast, agriculturally I am less acquainted. I was wondering if you could give me a few tips on the trade. The child on my back is Felicity, one of your own. She decided to join me on my travel."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Szeru's ceramic eyelids shift, making his randomly colored eyes smile even brighter. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Have you time for tea? I'd hate to be a leech, so I may as well practice my magic for you!" He makes some dramatic and arcane gestures at the bread-like lumps in his claw, then clenches his fist around them. He throws the fistful to the ground, causing it to grow into an ornate glass table with a similarly styled tea set on top. "The glass is a bit clearer than I'd like..." Szeru takes some mental notes.
"Tea would be lovely." He removes his pumpkin helmet and his bushy leaf beard flows across his chest. "If you'd like to meet another tea fiend, I suggested searching out the October Hare. Your conjuration's are impressive." He extends a finger to the glass. At his touch, it is stained with crimson reds, flavorful oranges, and yellow tinges.
Szeru tilts his head, getting a closer look. He looks from Augustus to the glass repeatedly, as if trying to suss out what just happened. "My, my! That's quite a bit of magic you have on you! To change an already created object at a single touch... I must take notes from you sometime! I've never met another mage before!" He suddenly stops, stands up straight, and clears his throat. "Right. Tea. What kind would you like? I can do anything, but I'm presently obsessed with these local flavors. Apples, pumpkins, pears, corn... well, just about everything. Even the dirt here is delicious!"
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
The Autumn King's pumpkin mask smiles at you silently as you leave, making no remark.
The inside of the Keep is magnificent. You are able to fit into just about every room with the high domed ceilings. The ghost light hovering before you casts thick, heavy shadows across the walls. By heavy, I mean they would probably weigh several pounds if they fell across you. They dance in the light's flicker and dart across the halls with unknown purpose.
There are many doors of varied sizes lining the halls. You smell the delicious scents of aged wine from one curtained door way. The bottom of the curtain is stained dark red and a pool of scarlet liquid lies in a puddle on the floor. Secretive whispers and jingling bells ring out from behind a heavy oaken door covered in metal planking. Another open door allows golden light to flood the floor. Inside it there seems to be a room filled with splendor and an over laden table of fine food. The scent coming from that room causes your mouth to water and your stomach to yearn for a filling.
The walls are draped with exquisite tapestries that seem to be woven from autumn leaves. You pass several wooden suits of armor holding pitchforks, rakes, and scythes in thorned gloves. The dead eyes of mounted animal heads watch as you make your way through the wall.
As she passes the room full of food, her long tail sneaks in and unravels allowing her to grab multiple items. She feels one of the tapestries and snaps her claws. The fabric glows for a second as a duplicate falls to the floor which she promptly picks up.
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
She notes this and sends a message to Felicity. "Do not eat the food. It is not truly edible."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Szeru's ceramic eyelids shift, making his randomly colored eyes smile even brighter. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Have you time for tea? I'd hate to be a leech, so I may as well practice my magic for you!" He makes some dramatic and arcane gestures at the bread-like lumps in his claw, then clenches his fist around them. He throws the fistful to the ground, causing it to grow into an ornate glass table with a similarly styled tea set on top. "The glass is a bit clearer than I'd like..." Szeru takes some mental notes.
"Tea would be lovely." He removes his pumpkin helmet and his bushy leaf beard flows across his chest. "If you'd like to meet another tea fiend, I suggested searching out the October Hare. Your conjuration's are impressive." He extends a finger to the glass. At his touch, it is stained with crimson reds, flavorful oranges, and yellow tinges.
Szeru tilts his head, getting a closer look. He looks from Augustus to the glass repeatedly, as if trying to suss out what just happened. "My, my! That's quite a bit of magic you have on you! To change an already created object at a single touch... I must take notes from you sometime! I've never met another mage before!" He suddenly stops, stands up straight, and clears his throat. "Right. Tea. What kind would you like? I can do anything, but I'm presently obsessed with these local flavors. Apples, pumpkins, pears, corn... well, just about everything. Even the dirt here is delicious!"
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
The Autumn King's pumpkin mask smiles at you silently as you leave, making no remark.
The inside of the Keep is magnificent. You are able to fit into just about every room with the high domed ceilings. The ghost light hovering before you casts thick, heavy shadows across the walls. By heavy, I mean they would probably weigh several pounds if they fell across you. They dance in the light's flicker and dart across the halls with unknown purpose.
There are many doors of varied sizes lining the halls. You smell the delicious scents of aged wine from one curtained door way. The bottom of the curtain is stained dark red and a pool of scarlet liquid lies in a puddle on the floor. Secretive whispers and jingling bells ring out from behind a heavy oaken door covered in metal planking. Another open door allows golden light to flood the floor. Inside it there seems to be a room filled with splendor and an over laden table of fine food. The scent coming from that room causes your mouth to water and your stomach to yearn for a filling.
The walls are draped with exquisite tapestries that seem to be woven from autumn leaves. You pass several wooden suits of armor holding pitchforks, rakes, and scythes in thorned gloves. The dead eyes of mounted animal heads watch as you make your way through the wall.
As she passes the room full of food, her long tail sneaks in and unravels allowing her to grab multiple items. She feels one of the tapestries and snaps her claws. The fabric glows for a second as a duplicate falls to the floor which she promptly picks up.
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
She notes this and sends a message to Felicity. "Do not eat the food. It is not truly edible."
As you send out the mental message, you mind briefly brushes an alien entity. One word is screamed into your mind in the brief interaction, "Silence... Silence... Silence..."
Eventually the come to a huge pair of wooden doors that rise before you at the end of the hallway. There is a sort of shelf above them and a massive griffin slumbers there. It has the feathers and head of a kestrel, and a long tufted tail twitches lazily as it snoozes. Carved into the stone door way are the words, Sapientia Tam Dulce. The Pages of Autumn.
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
Szeru's ceramic eyelids shift, making his randomly colored eyes smile even brighter. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Have you time for tea? I'd hate to be a leech, so I may as well practice my magic for you!" He makes some dramatic and arcane gestures at the bread-like lumps in his claw, then clenches his fist around them. He throws the fistful to the ground, causing it to grow into an ornate glass table with a similarly styled tea set on top. "The glass is a bit clearer than I'd like..." Szeru takes some mental notes.
"Tea would be lovely." He removes his pumpkin helmet and his bushy leaf beard flows across his chest. "If you'd like to meet another tea fiend, I suggested searching out the October Hare. Your conjuration's are impressive." He extends a finger to the glass. At his touch, it is stained with crimson reds, flavorful oranges, and yellow tinges.
Szeru tilts his head, getting a closer look. He looks from Augustus to the glass repeatedly, as if trying to suss out what just happened. "My, my! That's quite a bit of magic you have on you! To change an already created object at a single touch... I must take notes from you sometime! I've never met another mage before!" He suddenly stops, stands up straight, and clears his throat. "Right. Tea. What kind would you like? I can do anything, but I'm presently obsessed with these local flavors. Apples, pumpkins, pears, corn... well, just about everything. Even the dirt here is delicious!"
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
The Autumn King's pumpkin mask smiles at you silently as you leave, making no remark.
The inside of the Keep is magnificent. You are able to fit into just about every room with the high domed ceilings. The ghost light hovering before you casts thick, heavy shadows across the walls. By heavy, I mean they would probably weigh several pounds if they fell across you. They dance in the light's flicker and dart across the halls with unknown purpose.
There are many doors of varied sizes lining the halls. You smell the delicious scents of aged wine from one curtained door way. The bottom of the curtain is stained dark red and a pool of scarlet liquid lies in a puddle on the floor. Secretive whispers and jingling bells ring out from behind a heavy oaken door covered in metal planking. Another open door allows golden light to flood the floor. Inside it there seems to be a room filled with splendor and an over laden table of fine food. The scent coming from that room causes your mouth to water and your stomach to yearn for a filling.
The walls are draped with exquisite tapestries that seem to be woven from autumn leaves. You pass several wooden suits of armor holding pitchforks, rakes, and scythes in thorned gloves. The dead eyes of mounted animal heads watch as you make your way through the wall.
As she passes the room full of food, her long tail sneaks in and unravels allowing her to grab multiple items. She feels one of the tapestries and snaps her claws. The fabric glows for a second as a duplicate falls to the floor which she promptly picks up.
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
She notes this and sends a message to Felicity. "Do not eat the food. It is not truly edible."
As you send out the mental message, you mind briefly brushes an alien entity. One word is screamed into your mind in the brief interaction, "Silence... Silence... Silence..."
Eventually the come to a huge pair of wooden doors that rise before you at the end of the hallway. There is a sort of shelf above them and a massive griffin slumbers there. It has the feathers and head of a kestrel, and a long tufted tail twitches lazily as it snoozes. Carved into the stone door way are the words, Sapientia Tam Dulce. The Pages of Autumn.
Thint lays the tapestry on the most open space and rests on it, before immediately grabbing a book and reading it at an unimaginable speed.
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
Szeru just sits in his chair for a minute, looking around dreamily. From the colors, to the thrush, to the sky, to even Augustus himself occasionally. "This place is better than I could have dreamed of. To think, death spinning on a wheel within a wheel on a mortal coil wound by itself... truly a marvel of Fundamentalist artifice. Or perhaps this is the natural state of things. What do you think?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
"Yes, I've met her before." He says with a nod of his orange domed head. "You'll find knowledge in abundance here. My library is filled with books on this subject and more. You are welcome to peruse my collection at any time. I myself could spare some time to teach you, but I suspect you'll receive more regular attention from another teacher. Where do you want to start? The Hodmedod could show you famine and the destructive side of harvest. The October Hare is well aquatinted with the tilling and planting. The Inquisitor of the Dead spends most of his time in the dungeon and wouldn't mind telling you about the soul harvest and the deathly harvesters. I'm not sure where the Prince of the Harvest is at the moment, but doubtless he would be a wonderful tutor. Or is there something in particular that you have in mind?"
"I believe all of those will do, but first I require lodging. Do you mind if I set up within your aforementioned library?"
"You may as long as you are careful with the books and do not anger the librarian. Follow this ghost light through my halls and you will arrive there." A tongue of flame floats out of his jagged, carved mouth and begins to fly slowly through the door into the Keep. "Be careful though. You will be traveling through corridors I usually keep locked. As long as you follow the light you will arrive unharmed, but stray from the path and I will not be able to guarantee your safety."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
The Autumn King's pumpkin mask smiles at you silently as you leave, making no remark.
The inside of the Keep is magnificent. You are able to fit into just about every room with the high domed ceilings. The ghost light hovering before you casts thick, heavy shadows across the walls. By heavy, I mean they would probably weigh several pounds if they fell across you. They dance in the light's flicker and dart across the halls with unknown purpose.
There are many doors of varied sizes lining the halls. You smell the delicious scents of aged wine from one curtained door way. The bottom of the curtain is stained dark red and a pool of scarlet liquid lies in a puddle on the floor. Secretive whispers and jingling bells ring out from behind a heavy oaken door covered in metal planking. Another open door allows golden light to flood the floor. Inside it there seems to be a room filled with splendor and an over laden table of fine food. The scent coming from that room causes your mouth to water and your stomach to yearn for a filling.
The walls are draped with exquisite tapestries that seem to be woven from autumn leaves. You pass several wooden suits of armor holding pitchforks, rakes, and scythes in thorned gloves. The dead eyes of mounted animal heads watch as you make your way through the wall.
As she passes the room full of food, her long tail sneaks in and unravels allowing her to grab multiple items. She feels one of the tapestries and snaps her claws. The fabric glows for a second as a duplicate falls to the floor which she promptly picks up.
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
She notes this and sends a message to Felicity. "Do not eat the food. It is not truly edible."
As you send out the mental message, you mind briefly brushes an alien entity. One word is screamed into your mind in the brief interaction, "Silence... Silence... Silence..."
Eventually the come to a huge pair of wooden doors that rise before you at the end of the hallway. There is a sort of shelf above them and a massive griffin slumbers there. It has the feathers and head of a kestrel, and a long tufted tail twitches lazily as it snoozes. Carved into the stone door way are the words, Sapientia Tam Dulce. The Pages of Autumn.
Thint lays the tapestry on the most open space and rests on it, before immediately grabbing a book and reading it at an unimaginable speed.
Towering shelves loom over you, laden with unimaginable amounts of literature in all its multi-faceted forms. Each book seems to be written on pages made of faded, pale leaves pressed together into a roughly rectangular shape. Lanterns pour warm light into each alcove from where they hang on hooks.
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Szeru tilts his head, getting a closer look. He looks from Augustus to the glass repeatedly, as if trying to suss out what just happened. "My, my! That's quite a bit of magic you have on you! To change an already created object at a single touch... I must take notes from you sometime! I've never met another mage before!" He suddenly stops, stands up straight, and clears his throat. "Right. Tea. What kind would you like? I can do anything, but I'm presently obsessed with these local flavors. Apples, pumpkins, pears, corn... well, just about everything. Even the dirt here is delicious!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
As soon as the food is out of the room, it changes. Turning from platters of delicacies to trays of molding human bones.
*My brother told me exactly one quote from Rick and Morty that now lives rent-free in my head and I think it applies here:*
*"If we can't let everyone on the train, then the terrorists have already won!"*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
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
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
*Haha, that fits perfectly!*
She notes this and sends a message to Felicity. "Do not eat the food. It is not truly edible."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
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
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As you send out the mental message, you mind briefly brushes an alien entity. One word is screamed into your mind in the brief interaction, "Silence... Silence... Silence..."
Eventually the come to a huge pair of wooden doors that rise before you at the end of the hallway. There is a sort of shelf above them and a massive griffin slumbers there. It has the feathers and head of a kestrel, and a long tufted tail twitches lazily as it snoozes. Carved into the stone door way are the words, Sapientia Tam Dulce. The Pages of Autumn.
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
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
Thint lays the tapestry on the most open space and rests on it, before immediately grabbing a book and reading it at an unimaginable speed.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Szeru just sits in his chair for a minute, looking around dreamily. From the colors, to the thrush, to the sky, to even Augustus himself occasionally. "This place is better than I could have dreamed of. To think, death spinning on a wheel within a wheel on a mortal coil wound by itself... truly a marvel of Fundamentalist artifice. Or perhaps this is the natural state of things. What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
Towering shelves loom over you, laden with unimaginable amounts of literature in all its multi-faceted forms. Each book seems to be written on pages made of faded, pale leaves pressed together into a roughly rectangular shape. Lanterns pour warm light into each alcove from where they hang on hooks.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
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