"That's very nice. I'm only six. Had to grow up fast, you know?" He chuckles. "Gotta be quick when you live with witches."
"I can relate- aberrant powers tend to cause abnormal growths when bestowed upon ordinary flora. Though, I haven't grown much at all since."
"I don't know how to help with that, I'm afraid. I've gardened before, but I haven't helped a plant as large or unusual as yourself. No offense, of course."
"That's very nice. I'm only six. Had to grow up fast, you know?" He chuckles. "Gotta be quick when you live with witches."
"I can relate- aberrant powers tend to cause abnormal growths when bestowed upon ordinary flora. Though, I haven't grown much at all since."
"I don't know how to help with that, I'm afraid. I've gardened before, but I haven't helped a plant as large or unusual as yourself. No offense, of course."
*gtg for a bit.*
"I wasn't necessarily asking for help. I've gotten quite used to this existence- though, spending centuries with anything will likely desensitize a person towards it." It laughs a bit, the sky dimming same as before.
*Alrighty- I'll just leave this for when you come back. :)*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I don't know how to help with that, I'm afraid. I've gardened before, but I haven't helped a plant as large or unusual as yourself. No offense, of course."
*gtg for a bit.*
"I wasn't necessarily asking for help. I've gotten quite used to this existence- though, spending centuries with anything will likely desensitize a person towards it." It laughs a bit, the sky dimming same as before.
*Alrighty- I'll just leave this for when you come back. :)*
"Everyone needs help now and then. I like being the person people can turn to when they need something."
*Fool that you are, you listen to the chemicals in your brain to tell you that I'm gone. All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. Will you reply, or will you perish like a dog?*
"I don't know how to help with that, I'm afraid. I've gardened before, but I haven't helped a plant as large or unusual as yourself. No offense, of course."
*gtg for a bit.*
"I wasn't necessarily asking for help. I've gotten quite used to this existence- though, spending centuries with anything will likely desensitize a person towards it." It laughs a bit, the sky dimming same as before.
*Alrighty- I'll just leave this for when you come back. :)*
"Everyone needs help now and then. I like being the person people can turn to when they need something."
*Fool that you are, you listen to the chemicals in your brain to tell you that I'm gone. All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. Will you reply, or will you perish like a dog?*
"Again, succinctly put." There is a pause, a second of silence. "May I ask for whom you are waiting?"
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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)
"Everyone needs help now and then. I like being the person people can turn to when they need something."
*Fool that you are, you listen to the chemicals in your brain to tell you that I'm gone. All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. Will you reply, or will you perish like a dog?*
"Again, succinctly put." There is a pause, a second of silence. "May I ask for whom you are waiting?"
"My master. She's been a while. She loves dried flowers, and you look like a very interesting one, so I thought she might want to meet you."
After looking through the book they found from that library, Helianth worked on adding the depicted glyphs and other such modifications to the Spelljammer over the course of the next few days: And after these next few days... it's done it. It's finally done it. All the spelljammer needs now is those engine parts from the blacksmith, and it will be able to devour the stars alongside Felix like it always wanted. Needless to say, it's overjoyed.
Helianth stands outside the Spelljammer, looking at its handiwork and how far it's come.
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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)
After looking through the book they found from that library, Helianth worked on adding the depicted glyphs and other such modifications to the Spelljammer over the course of the next few days: And after these next few days... it's done it. It's finally done it. All the spelljammer needs now is those engine parts from the blacksmith, and it will be able to devour the stars alongside Felix like it always wanted. Needless to say, it's overjoyed.
Helianth stands outside the Spelljammer, looking at its handiwork and how far it's come.
There is a loud thud behind Helianth. When the dust clears, the sight of what lies in the crater is... well, not pleasant.
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied and battered. He has many fourth-degree burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. He isn't moving.
After looking through the book they found from that library, Helianth worked on adding the depicted glyphs and other such modifications to the Spelljammer over the course of the next few days: And after these next few days... it's done it. It's finally done it. All the spelljammer needs now is those engine parts from the blacksmith, and it will be able to devour the stars alongside Felix like it always wanted. Needless to say, it's overjoyed.
Helianth stands outside the Spelljammer, looking at its handiwork and how far it's come.
There is a loud thud behind Helianth. When the dust clears, the sight of what lies in the crater is... well, not pleasant.
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied and battered. He has many fourth-degree burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. He isn't moving.
Helianth is distraught, immediately rushing to his side. "Felix! Oh nononono..." It checks to see if he's still alive.
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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)
There is a loud thud behind Helianth. When the dust clears, the sight of what lies in the crater is... well, not pleasant.
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied and battered. He has many fourth-degree burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. He isn't moving.
Helianth is distraught, immediately rushing to his side. "Felix! Oh nononono..." It checks to see if he's still alive.
Against all odds, he still breathes, even though it's clearly agonizing. He's not conscious, despite this not being the sort of pain you can usually sleep through.
There is a loud thud behind Helianth. When the dust clears, the sight of what lies in the crater is... well, not pleasant.
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied and battered. He has many fourth-degree burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. He isn't moving.
Helianth is distraught, immediately rushing to his side. "Felix! Oh nononono..." It checks to see if he's still alive.
Against all odds, he still breathes, even though it's clearly agonizing. He's not conscious, despite this not being the sort of pain you can usually sleep through.
Helianth, if it's possible to without hurting him, burrows its roots underneath Helix to gently pick him up and carry him back to the Spelljammer. It's no cleric- most of its magic just harms, not heals- but it might be able to find some supplies in the Spelljammer to help him.
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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)
Against all odds, he still breathes, even though it's clearly agonizing. He's not conscious, despite this not being the sort of pain you can usually sleep through.
Helianth, if it's possible to without hurting him, burrows its roots underneath Helix to gently pick him up and carry him back to the Spelljammer. It's no cleric- most of its magic just harms, not heals- but it might be able to find some supplies in the Spelljammer to help him.
Make Medicine and Sleight of Hand checks for me, please.
Against all odds, he still breathes, even though it's clearly agonizing. He's not conscious, despite this not being the sort of pain you can usually sleep through.
Helianth, if it's possible to without hurting him, burrows its roots underneath Helix to gently pick him up and carry him back to the Spelljammer. It's no cleric- most of its magic just harms, not heals- but it might be able to find some supplies in the Spelljammer to help him.
Make Medicine and Sleight of Hand checks for me, please.
*concern*
Medicine: 8
Sleight of Hand: 7
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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)
Make Medicine and Sleight of Hand checks for me, please.
*concern*
Medicine: 10
Sleight of Hand: 20
Helianth picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
Make Medicine and Sleight of Hand checks for me, please.
*concern*
Medicine: 10
Sleight of Hand: 20
Helianth picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
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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 picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
It manages to move him without causing much further damage. "I... messed uuUUUU-" he hacks up some gore. "Giants... p-picky..."
Helianth picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
It manages to move him without causing much further damage. "I... messed uuUUUU-" he hacks up some gore. "Giants... p-picky..."
"It's okay. You're safe now." It brings him inside the spelljammer's Medical Bay- or at least, what most resembles one- gently laying him down on a table while it searches for some method of healing him.
Investigation, if necessary: 11
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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 picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
It manages to move him without causing much further damage. "I... messed uuUUUU-" he hacks up some gore. "Giants... p-picky..."
"It's okay. You're safe now." It brings him inside the spelljammer's Medical Bay- or at least, what most resembles one- gently laying him down on a table while it searches for some method of healing him.
Investigation, if necessary: 17
*Sorry, had to get some food*
It finds some... tools of some sort. They seem to be for repairing the flesh components of the ship. They also look pretty inhumane.
Helianth picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
It manages to move him without causing much further damage. "I... messed uuUUUU-" he hacks up some gore. "Giants... p-picky..."
"It's okay. You're safe now." It brings him inside the spelljammer's Medical Bay- or at least, what most resembles one- gently laying him down on a table while it searches for some method of healing him.
Investigation, if necessary: 17
*Sorry, had to get some food*
It finds some... tools of some sort. They seem to be for repairing the flesh components of the ship. They also look pretty inhumane.
It debates using said tools for a moment, before setting them to the side- as a last resort, perhaps, Helianth thinks. Though, there's one way it could help heal the damage... or at least, his arm.
It eyeballs the measurements of Felix's remaining arm, twisting a few of its roots together into the crude shape of an arm and etching a mark into them with its thorns. It moves to a separate table in the room, unraveling its twisted stem and producing Rend's cleaver from within.
With one swift motion, followed by a wince from Helianth, and it returns to Felix with the replacement arm.
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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)
It finds some... tools of some sort. They seem to be for repairing the flesh components of the ship. They also look pretty inhumane.
It debates using said tools for a moment, before setting them to the side- as a last resort, perhaps, Helianth thinks. Though, there's one way it could help heal the damage... or at least, his arm.
It eyeballs the measurements of Felix's remaining arm, twisting a few of its roots together into the crude shape of an arm and etching a mark into them with its thorns. It moves to a separate table in the room, unraveling its twisted stem and producing Rend's cleaver from within.
With one swift motion, followed by a wince from Helianth, and it returns to Felix with the replacement arm.
He looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
It finds some... tools of some sort. They seem to be for repairing the flesh components of the ship. They also look pretty inhumane.
It debates using said tools for a moment, before setting them to the side- as a last resort, perhaps, Helianth thinks. Though, there's one way it could help heal the damage... or at least, his arm.
It eyeballs the measurements of Felix's remaining arm, twisting a few of its roots together into the crude shape of an arm and etching a mark into them with its thorns. It moves to a separate table in the room, unraveling its twisted stem and producing Rend's cleaver from within.
With one swift motion, followed by a wince from Helianth, and it returns to Felix with the replacement arm.
He looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
"I know. You needn't worry about that- I'll be fine. What matters right now is getting you healthy again." With only the faintest bit of reluctance from not seeing a better option of fixing his wounds, it retrieves the repair tools and attempts to figure out how they work- it doesn't want to accidentally hurt him more.
Arcana: 8
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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"I don't know how to help with that, I'm afraid. I've gardened before, but I haven't helped a plant as large or unusual as yourself. No offense, of course."
*gtg for a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"I wasn't necessarily asking for help. I've gotten quite used to this existence- though, spending centuries with anything will likely desensitize a person towards it." It laughs a bit, the sky dimming same as before.
*Alrighty- I'll just leave this for when you come back. :)*
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)
"Everyone needs help now and then. I like being the person people can turn to when they need something."
*Fool that you are, you listen to the chemicals in your brain to tell you that I'm gone. All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. Will you reply, or will you perish like a dog?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Again, succinctly put." There is a pause, a second of silence. "May I ask for whom you are waiting?"
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)
"My master. She's been a while. She loves dried flowers, and you look like a very interesting one, so I thought she might want to meet you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
After looking through the book they found from that library, Helianth worked on adding the depicted glyphs and other such modifications to the Spelljammer over the course of the next few days: And after these next few days... it's done it. It's finally done it. All the spelljammer needs now is those engine parts from the blacksmith, and it will be able to devour the stars alongside Felix like it always wanted. Needless to say, it's overjoyed.
Helianth stands outside the Spelljammer, looking at its handiwork and how far it's come.
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)
There is a loud thud behind Helianth. When the dust clears, the sight of what lies in the crater is... well, not pleasant.
Felix is lying on his side in the middle of the road, bloodied and battered. He has many fourth-degree burns and crushed bones showing through them. His left forearm has been torn off, likely from massive, dull teeth. He isn't moving.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Helianth is distraught, immediately rushing to his side. "Felix! Oh nononono..." It checks to see if he's still alive.
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)
Against all odds, he still breathes, even though it's clearly agonizing. He's not conscious, despite this not being the sort of pain you can usually sleep through.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Helianth, if it's possible to without hurting him, burrows its roots underneath Helix to gently pick him up and carry him back to the Spelljammer. It's no cleric- most of its magic just harms, not heals- but it might be able to find some supplies in the Spelljammer to help him.
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)
Make Medicine and Sleight of Hand checks for me, please.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*concern*
Medicine: 8
Sleight of Hand: 7
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 picks him up delicately... and hears his spine crack. His one remaining eye jolts open as he spits out some blood. "GHHGKKH...!!!!" The constricted spiral looks around wildly before landing on the many-headed sunflower. "H... hhh... hhey..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
It visibly winces at the horrific sound, but carefully continues towards the Spelljammer. "Hey. Don't worry- everything is going to be okay."
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)
It manages to move him without causing much further damage. "I... messed uuUUUU-" he hacks up some gore. "Giants... p-picky..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"It's okay. You're safe now." It brings him inside the spelljammer's Medical Bay- or at least, what most resembles one- gently laying him down on a table while it searches for some method of healing him.
Investigation, if necessary: 11
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)
*Sorry, had to get some food*
It finds some... tools of some sort. They seem to be for repairing the flesh components of the ship. They also look pretty inhumane.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
It debates using said tools for a moment, before setting them to the side- as a last resort, perhaps, Helianth thinks. Though, there's one way it could help heal the damage... or at least, his arm.
It eyeballs the measurements of Felix's remaining arm, twisting a few of its roots together into the crude shape of an arm and etching a mark into them with its thorns. It moves to a separate table in the room, unraveling its twisted stem and producing Rend's cleaver from within.
With one swift motion, followed by a wince from Helianth, and it returns to Felix with the replacement arm.
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 looks at it weakly. "Heli...anth... your... roots..." His breathing is shallow and ragged as he struggles to draw in air.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"I know. You needn't worry about that- I'll be fine. What matters right now is getting you healthy again." With only the faintest bit of reluctance from not seeing a better option of fixing his wounds, it retrieves the repair tools and attempts to figure out how they work- it doesn't want to accidentally hurt him more.
Arcana: 8
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)