"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
"As a being of sugar, I believe I would just melt into a pile of caramel. Or be burnt to a crisp. I don't believe I can be fixed at this point. I appreciate the gesture, however."
"It could harden your skin, making more difficult to kill you." he says, extinguishing the flame.
"Interesting. But even if I was tougher, my foes are far more persistent than I. My goal now is simply to be eaten by those who need healing. That way I might be able to ascend beyond this immortal coil. Hold on..." He opens his coat, revealing a mummified frame with a beehive where the organs should be. He breaks a bit off of his lower ribcage (judging by the damage, this is not the first time he's done this) and offers it. "This will heal you completely at the moment you need it. It can't bring back the dead or undo curses, but injuries and diseases, even magical ones, will be cured in an instant."
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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.
"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
"As a being of sugar, I believe I would just melt into a pile of caramel. Or be burnt to a crisp. I don't believe I can be fixed at this point. I appreciate the gesture, however."
"It could harden your skin, making more difficult to kill you." he says, extinguishing the flame.
"Interesting. But even if I was tougher, my foes are far more persistent than I. My goal now is simply to be eaten by those who need healing. That way I might be able to ascend beyond this immortal coil. Hold on..." He opens his coat, revealing a mummified frame with a beehive where the organs should be. He breaks a bit off of his lower ribcage (judging by the damage, this is not the first time he's done this) and offers it. "This will heal you completely at the moment you need it. It can't bring back the dead or undo curses, but injuries and diseases, even magical ones, will be cured in an instant."
He puts into his satchel. “Many thanks.” He says with a bow
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
“Well at first I thought you were telling a rusty… but now I ain’t sure. Seems like a fool’s errand to come after the King in his own country. But if you’ve killed a god before…” he looks you over, “Who’d you kill?”
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
“Well at first I thought you were telling a rusty… but now I ain’t sure. Seems like a fool’s errand to come after the King in his own country. But if you’ve killed a god before…” he looks you over, “Who’d you kill?”
*ahhhh! Sorry I missed this!!*
”The god of nightmares. Well, his Greek form at least. I believe his name was Epiales.”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
“Well at first I thought you were telling a rusty… but now I ain’t sure. Seems like a fool’s errand to come after the King in his own country. But if you’ve killed a god before…” he looks you over, “Who’d you kill?”
*ahhhh! Sorry I missed this!!*
”The god of nightmares. Well, his Greek form at least. I believe his name was Epiales.”
*No worries* ”Sounds like he won’t be missed.” His grin hasn’t shrunk an inche, “Why do you wish to kill the King of this land?”
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave.
The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave.
The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
Apollon is staggering towards the graveyard, his spear in hand.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
His eyes are quickly drawn to the barrel and more specifically, the "DON'T CHEAT." scratched into the lid. A few more delicious apples float to the surface of the mysterious water from the depths below. The whole scene seems to invite him to participate in the apple bobbing.
The dog, after eating the apple, would feel quite invigorated and alert. A very nice, refreshing feeling.
The Autumn King stands there, considering the barrel. Then he plunges his head into it, his jaws snapping at the bobbing apples.
He eeeasily gets a nice, juicy, flavorful apple. It makes his royal taste buds tingle with pleasure as he eats it.
The water then begins to gurgle, once the King removes his face from it. A dark, skinny, slimy wet figure suddenly pops up from the water. It appears to be the same color as the finger that booped the dog earlier. Anyways, the creature immediately bows low and respectfully. "It is an absolute delight to have you bob for my apples, your Majesty." Its voice carries a light, playful tone, but is clearly in awe of the King's presence.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave.
The graveyard's low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads:
Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering spirits Care packages accepted
*hi*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
His eyes are quickly drawn to the barrel and more specifically, the "DON'T CHEAT." scratched into the lid. A few more delicious apples float to the surface of the mysterious water from the depths below. The whole scene seems to invite him to participate in the apple bobbing.
The dog, after eating the apple, would feel quite invigorated and alert. A very nice, refreshing feeling.
The Autumn King stands there, considering the barrel. Then he plunges his head into it, his jaws snapping at the bobbing apples.
He eeeasily gets a nice, juicy, flavorful apple. It makes his royal taste buds tingle with pleasure as he eats it.
The water then begins to gurgle, once the King removes his face from it. A dark, skinny, slimy wet figure suddenly pops up from the water. It appears to be the same color as the finger that booped the dog earlier. Anyways, the creature immediately bows low and respectfully. "It is an absolute delight to have you bob for my apples, your Majesty." Its voice carries a light, playful tone, but is clearly in awe of the King's presence.
Water runs in serpentine rivulets down his full, red-orange-yellow beard. He takes a hearty bite of the apple he won, chews it, and then responds, “You have a magnificent barrel of them, my friend. Tell me, what is your name?”
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
*Cool, I’ll have to watch it sometime.*
”Well, spears in the gut are bad for the appetite.” His chubby face does not seem perturbed at your threat as he pats his cave-in stomach with a thin, spider fingered hand. “Most everyone here is loyal to the Autumn King. But for many that is simply the necessity. There are others who aren’t as pleased under his rule. Many of us ghouls wouldn’t mind a change of leadership, and I don’t think the Inquisitor of the Dead is incredibly loyal either, but he isn’t fun to work with.”
"Interesting. But even if I was tougher, my foes are far more persistent than I. My goal now is simply to be eaten by those who need healing. That way I might be able to ascend beyond this immortal coil. Hold on..." He opens his coat, revealing a mummified frame with a beehive where the organs should be. He breaks a bit off of his lower ribcage (judging by the damage, this is not the first time he's done this) and offers it. "This will heal you completely at the moment you need it. It can't bring back the dead or undo curses, but injuries and diseases, even magical ones, will be cured in an instant."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He puts into his satchel. “Many thanks.” He says with a bow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahhhh! Sorry I missed this!!*
”The god of nightmares. Well, his Greek form at least. I believe his name was Epiales.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No worries*
”Sounds like he won’t be missed.” His grin hasn’t shrunk an inche, “Why do you wish to kill the King of this land?”
*cut for dark*
”the gods are evil folk. They should be eradicated. Slain. One. By. One.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thanks, I’m on mobile so it’s difficult to cut.*
”Hmm,” the coon considers this, “Evil indeed. I’d be a mite careful bout who you tell of your intentions. There are plenty of folks here who share a different opinion of their ruler.” He thrashes the fallen leaves with his striped tail, “But there are some who might like what you’re getting at.”
*same here lol*
”Where is his castle?” He says, simply. “Also, do let him know I’m coming. I love a challenge.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The church grim, tired from making a sign, sits on a rough-hewn log bench to take a short nap, and some ghosts pop up from their graves and mill about. A few seem to be looking at a slightly dazed felicity, sitting in a recently-shallowed grave.
Graves available for wandering spirits
Care packages accepted
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
Apollon is staggering towards the graveyard, his spear in hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“See that copse of maples over yonder?” He gestures with a disturbingly hand like paw, “The Keep is just behind them trees. The door is always open so you ain’t gonna have trouble getting in. I’ll give him your howdy next time I see him.” His furry form begins to fade away, becoming as insubstantial as mist, until all that is left of the raccoon is his crescent shaped grin. Then that disappears too.
He nods his thanks and lets out an insane laugh. “DO YOU HEAR THAT KING!!! THE HUNTER HAS COMETH!!” He starts to head towards the castle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As you make your way towards the castle you come across some misshapen figures digging about in a roadside cemetery. As you pass by they stop their scraping and shuffling, and one of them rises. A skeletally thin creature steps into the path before you. His limbs are long and spidery, and his grey skin is pulled tight across his bones all over his body. All except his face. His face is round and pudgy with chub thickened cheeks, a bulbous nose, and heavy brow. On top of his head is a yellow, cardboard crown. His fat face twists into a stretched smile and he bows. “Good evening.” He says politely.
*did not mean to vanish. Was forced to watch Beetlegeuse*
”Good evening.” He says evenly. “Can I help you?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He eeeasily gets a nice, juicy, flavorful apple. It makes his royal taste buds tingle with pleasure as he eats it.
The water then begins to gurgle, once the King removes his face from it. A dark, skinny, slimy wet figure suddenly pops up from the water. It appears to be the same color as the finger that booped the dog earlier. Anyways, the creature immediately bows low and respectfully. "It is an absolute delight to have you bob for my apples, your Majesty." Its voice carries a light, playful tone, but is clearly in awe of the King's presence.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*hi*
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
*That’s a film I ain’t never seen.*
The menacing, polite smile turns into a grateful, genuine one. He bows to you, sweeping off his cardboard crown, “Had you not returned my greeting I would have torn you limb from limb, supped on your flesh, and used your bones to pick my teeth. However you did not neglect to greet a wretch like me, and for that you earn my utmost respect. No, there is not a thing you can do to help poor old me, but is there anything I can do for you?”
Water runs in serpentine rivulets down his full, red-orange-yellow beard. He takes a hearty bite of the apple he won, chews it, and then responds, “You have a magnificent barrel of them, my friend. Tell me, what is your name?”
*It's very good*
"Tell me who is loyal to the Autumn king. Also, i would've speared you before you could touch me." he snarls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cool, I’ll have to watch it sometime.*
”Well, spears in the gut are bad for the appetite.” His chubby face does not seem perturbed at your threat as he pats his cave-in stomach with a thin, spider fingered hand. “Most everyone here is loyal to the Autumn King. But for many that is simply the necessity. There are others who aren’t as pleased under his rule. Many of us ghouls wouldn’t mind a change of leadership, and I don’t think the Inquisitor of the Dead is incredibly loyal either, but he isn’t fun to work with.”