“Things begin with calming the hurt person down, getting them to stop focusing on the pain, and begin to focus on you while you help them.”
He nods. "Okay, I can calm a single person pretty easy, but crowds don't like me very much."
“Well if you need to save everyone then it doesn’t matter if they don’t like you, they will have to trust you.”
"I see. So I need to command trust better. I should probably ditch the shackles as soon as I can, then."
“No you shouldn’t, they tell the truth of your past. They are part of who you are as a person. Some may not trust you for it, but some will see you better for keeping the truth.”
"I see. So I need to command trust better. I should probably ditch the shackles as soon as I can, then."
“No you shouldn’t, they tell the truth of your past. They are part of who you are as a person. Some may not trust you for it, but some will see you better for keeping the truth.”
"I see. So I need to command trust better. I should probably ditch the shackles as soon as I can, then."
“No you shouldn’t, they tell the truth of your past. They are part of who you are as a person. Some may not trust you for it, but some will see you better for keeping the truth.”
"I interrupted the police executing an urchin in the streets by sawing him apart with police greatknives. He was accused of stealing three loaves of household bread at three different times in his life. He was 13. I shoved a police officer and incited a riot by claiming that murdering children was wrong. So that's assault of an officer, obstruction of justice, and causing public unrest. I got 10 years in the gladiator pits. You aren't expected to survive the pits."
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
It crawls down along the shell of the Spelljammer, to where their flower heads are at about eye level to him. "I am Helianth, a fellow old soul that has spent much of my time building up to this vessel's great voyage to the stars."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
It crawls down along the shell of the Spelljammer, to where their flower heads are at about eye level to him. "I am Helianth, a fellow old soul that has spent much of my time building up to this vessel's great voyage to the stars."
He sits on a crate next to the ship, the crate creaking under his weight, scratching his pointed ears with his clawed hands “It is good to meet you then Helianth. How long have you been in this fine land? I’ve been here for quite some time, almost a century I’m sure.”
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
It crawls down along the shell of the Spelljammer, to where their flower heads are at about eye level to him. "I am Helianth, a fellow old soul that has spent much of my time building up to this vessel's great voyage to the stars."
He sits on a crate next to the ship, the crate creaking under his weight, scratching his pointed ears with his clawed hands “It is good to meet you then Helianth. How long have you been in this fine land? I’ve been here for quite some time, almost a century I’m sure.”
"I've been here for a few months, though most of that was traveling to get here. I take it you're a lumberjack?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
The Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
It crawls down along the shell of the Spelljammer, to where their flower heads are at about eye level to him. "I am Helianth, a fellow old soul that has spent much of my time building up to this vessel's great voyage to the stars."
He sits on a crate next to the ship, the crate creaking under his weight, scratching his pointed ears with his clawed hands “It is good to meet you then Helianth. How long have you been in this fine land? I’ve been here for quite some time, almost a century I’m sure.”
"I've been here for a few months, though most of that was traveling to get here. I take it you're a lumberjack?"
“That I am. A decent one I’d say after all these years, although I can’t keep splinters from getting in my hands.”
The dead hath no need for riches, for gold nor silver, for bejeweled clothes or accessories. That is true, and is the mindset of the person in the graveyard. In the dead of night they rob the dead, taking their jewels and ornaments of grandeur with little worry. They appear as a shadow in the night, wielding what seems to be a pickaxe, the shining metal glinting in the moonlight as they rob the late of all their possessions. Their face hidden by a black wide brimmed hat, their body like a shadow in how it moves, as if they aren’t truly there at all. The only indication of them being there being the sound of pick against dirt and stone. The Graverobber, hunting for dead man’s riches.
Helianth has returned to preparing the runes on the ship- they are almost done, having nearly covered the entirety of the vessel's swirling shell with sigils.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth has returned to preparing the runes on the ship- they are almost done, having nearly covered the entirety of the vessel's swirling shell with sigils.
In the shipyard they see something unusual, what appears to be a beggar covered in chains and scars, but whenever someone tries to come to their aid they run away as quickly as they can. They are scrawny with jet black hair, their eyes dart around with fear, although seemingly not afraid of the people around them, but instead something else. They have a slightly glowing red sigil on their chest and chains as they shuffle along.
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Local Jokester, Viber, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
Helianth has returned to preparing the runes on the ship- they are almost done, having nearly covered the entirety of the vessel's swirling shell with sigils.
In the shipyard they see something unusual, what appears to be a beggar covered in chains and scars, but whenever someone tries to come to their aid they run away as quickly as they can. They are scrawny with jet black hair, their eyes dart around with fear, although seemingly not afraid of the people around them, but instead something else. They have a slightly glowing red sigil on their chest and chains as they shuffle along.
The crooked flower sees them, stopping from carving one of the last symbols, and creeping closer to them, intrigued. They don't get close enough to be within punching or grabbing distance, but observe them from around 10 feet away.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth has returned to preparing the runes on the ship- they are almost done, having nearly covered the entirety of the vessel's swirling shell with sigils.
In the shipyard they see something unusual, what appears to be a beggar covered in chains and scars, but whenever someone tries to come to their aid they run away as quickly as they can. They are scrawny with jet black hair, their eyes dart around with fear, although seemingly not afraid of the people around them, but instead something else. They have a slightly glowing red sigil on their chest and chains as they shuffle along.
The crooked flower sees them, stopping from carving one of the last symbols, and creeping closer to them, intrigued. They don't get close enough to be within punching or grabbing distance, but observe them from around 10 feet away.
The person seems feeble indeed, their bones practically visible through their skin, and yet able to carry all of the chains, the chains seemingly attached to their body by magical means. Infernal energies coming from the chains as well as the sigil.
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Local Jokester, Viber, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
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“Well if you need to save everyone then it doesn’t matter if they don’t like you, they will have to trust you.”
"I see. So I need to command trust better. I should probably ditch the shackles as soon as I can, then."
But then, you're already there, aren't you?
“No you shouldn’t, they tell the truth of your past. They are part of who you are as a person. Some may not trust you for it, but some will see you better for keeping the truth.”
He nods.
But then, you're already there, aren't you?
“Anyway, why were you in prison?”
"I interrupted the police executing an urchin in the streets by sawing him apart with police greatknives. He was accused of stealing three loaves of household bread at three different times in his life. He was 13. I shoved a police officer and incited a riot by claiming that murdering children was wrong. So that's assault of an officer, obstruction of justice, and causing public unrest. I got 10 years in the gladiator pits. You aren't expected to survive the pits."
But then, you're already there, aren't you?
*Good morning!*
Helianth is continuing to etch symbols in the hull of the ship, and it seems that it's making some decent progress- almost half of the Spelljammer's nautiloid shell is entirely covered in these runes.
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 Lumberjack walks by, holding tree in one hand like usual. He drops it next to the ship, his gruff voice speaking “Wood delivered. Nice ship you have here. Haven’t seen one like this in a long time.”
The crooked flower turns a few of its flower heads to face the lumberjack, intrigued. "Thank you. This ship is in rough shape as of now, but soon, it'll be sailing the stars." There is a pause.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He smiles fondly, remembering the days he used to adventure before replying “I am just known as the Lumberjack around here. An old soul I am in just as old a body.” He laughs slightly before coming closer “Who might you be sea faring friend?”
It crawls down along the shell of the Spelljammer, to where their flower heads are at about eye level to him. "I am Helianth, a fellow old soul that has spent much of my time building up to this vessel's great voyage to the stars."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He sits on a crate next to the ship, the crate creaking under his weight, scratching his pointed ears with his clawed hands “It is good to meet you then Helianth. How long have you been in this fine land? I’ve been here for quite some time, almost a century I’m sure.”
"I've been here for a few months, though most of that was traveling to get here. I take it you're a lumberjack?"
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)
“That I am. A decent one I’d say after all these years, although I can’t keep splinters from getting in my hands.”
The dead hath no need for riches, for gold nor silver, for bejeweled clothes or accessories. That is true, and is the mindset of the person in the graveyard. In the dead of night they rob the dead, taking their jewels and ornaments of grandeur with little worry. They appear as a shadow in the night, wielding what seems to be a pickaxe, the shining metal glinting in the moonlight as they rob the late of all their possessions. Their face hidden by a black wide brimmed hat, their body like a shadow in how it moves, as if they aren’t truly there at all. The only indication of them being there being the sound of pick against dirt and stone. The Graverobber, hunting for dead man’s riches.
Helianth has returned to preparing the runes on the ship- they are almost done, having nearly covered the entirety of the vessel's swirling shell with sigils.
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)
*Anybody here?*
Local Jokester, Viber, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
In the shipyard they see something unusual, what appears to be a beggar covered in chains and scars, but whenever someone tries to come to their aid they run away as quickly as they can. They are scrawny with jet black hair, their eyes dart around with fear, although seemingly not afraid of the people around them, but instead something else. They have a slightly glowing red sigil on their chest and chains as they shuffle along.
Local Jokester, Viber, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
The crooked flower sees them, stopping from carving one of the last symbols, and creeping closer to them, intrigued. They don't get close enough to be within punching or grabbing distance, but observe them from around 10 feet away.
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 person seems feeble indeed, their bones practically visible through their skin, and yet able to carry all of the chains, the chains seemingly attached to their body by magical means. Infernal energies coming from the chains as well as the sigil.
Local Jokester, Viber, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"