She leaps from the branches as they break, moving from tree to tree. "Ha! More than you know, sonny! I used to be one of the prettiest dancers in my village! But that was, I dunno, eight years back? I'm not young enough for that anymore. No one wants to see a hag dance." She seems a bit sad for a moment. "Whoop! Here I go!" She jumps down, parachuting with her long, beige skirt. She lands and tumbles to all fours. "Oof!" She jumps to her feet and waddles over to the scarecrow once more. "What's your name, scarecrow?"
"Names are complicated. I'm called the Hodmedod. My friends call me Hod. And I loved seeing you dance. There's a beauty in seeing something that couldn't, can." He pockets the knife he was holding, "Eight years ain't a long time to age."
"Well, I was a young girl of eighteen back then, but my grandmother always said that if you hold evil thoughts in your heart, you'll age a million times faster! She taught me a lot of evil thoughts, but I forgot most of them. I still get older, but I've got the strength of my youthful soul." She uproots a tree with one hand, twirls it above her head, then replants it. "Cool, right? I can also ride skateboards!"
*Sorry, I’m going to have to leave soon.*
“You’re mighty mighty, even for a youthful soul! You skateboard too?”
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
"Well, I was a young girl of eighteen back then, but my grandmother always said that if you hold evil thoughts in your heart, you'll age a million times faster! She taught me a lot of evil thoughts, but I forgot most of them. I still get older, but I've got the strength of my youthful soul." She uproots a tree with one hand, twirls it above her head, then replants it. "Cool, right? I can also ride skateboards!"
*Sorry, I’m going to have to leave soon.*
“You’re mighty mighty, even for a youthful soul! You skateboard too?”
*Me too! Wow, besties!*
"Of course! I'm a cool grandma! I know how to make skateboards fly! Even better, I can do a kickflip!"
"Well, I was a young girl of eighteen back then, but my grandmother always said that if you hold evil thoughts in your heart, you'll age a million times faster! She taught me a lot of evil thoughts, but I forgot most of them. I still get older, but I've got the strength of my youthful soul." She uproots a tree with one hand, twirls it above her head, then replants it. "Cool, right? I can also ride skateboards!"
*Sorry, I’m going to have to leave soon.*
“You’re mighty mighty, even for a youthful soul! You skateboard too?”
*Me too! Wow, besties!*
"Of course! I'm a cool grandma! I know how to make skateboards fly! Even better, I can do a kickflip!"
“You’re going to have to teach me sometime. I’ve learned many trades and tricks but skating ain’t one of them.” He says with a stitched lip smile.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
"Of course! I'm a cool grandma! I know how to make skateboards fly! Even better, I can do a kickflip!"
“You’re going to have to teach me sometime. I’ve learned many trades and tricks but skating ain’t one of them.” He says with a stitched lip smile.
"Gladly! Most youngsters don't care for learning, you know! But I think I'm a good teacher. Good old Hod learning from his Granny Greasegrip! Hohoho! I haven't taught anyone for eight years! My little sister knows how good a teacher I am, but she's not really my sister and I don't really want to get into all that! Anyway, I also know reading, sewing, knitting, cooking, and math!"
Helianth has moved its little picnic it has prepared to inside the Spelljammer, using its fire magic to keep the food warm.
Felix waddles in with a suitcase. His eyes widen when he sees the food. "W-wow. Is this... for me?" He sits down cross-legged, admiring the confections with awe. "I've never seen anything like these before..."
Helianth has moved its little picnic it has prepared to inside the Spelljammer, using its fire magic to keep the food warm.
Felix waddles in with a suitcase. His eyes widen when he sees the food. "W-wow. Is this... for me?" He sits down cross-legged, admiring the confections with awe. "I've never seen anything like these before..."
The crooked flower's demeanor lights up as soon as it sees him. "Why, thank you. Today is a special day, so I thought that called for celebration. I hope the food's good."
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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)
Felix waddles in with a suitcase. His eyes widen when he sees the food. "W-wow. Is this... for me?" He sits down cross-legged, admiring the confections with awe. "I've never seen anything like these before..."
The crooked flower's demeanor lights up as soon as it sees him. "Why, thank you. Today is a special day, so I thought that called for celebration. I hope the food's good."
He takes a bite. "Wow." He swallows. "This is so... interesting! It's not like anything I've had before, and I've eaten a whole lot of different things." He spreads some sunlight preserves over it and takes another bite. "This is amazing. Thank you so much, Helianth."
Felix waddles in with a suitcase. His eyes widen when he sees the food. "W-wow. Is this... for me?" He sits down cross-legged, admiring the confections with awe. "I've never seen anything like these before..."
The crooked flower's demeanor lights up as soon as it sees him. "Why, thank you. Today is a special day, so I thought that called for celebration. I hope the food's good."
He takes a bite. "Wow." He swallows. "This is so... interesting! It's not like anything I've had before, and I've eaten a whole lot of different things." He spreads some sunlight preserves over it and takes another bite. "This is amazing. Thank you so much, Helianth."
"You're very welcome. I'm glad you like it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice 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)
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice him.
The Librarian stops and seems to look you over. He ignores the tugging of the tri-hound who seems eager to continue on. "How go you, Helianth?"
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice him.
The Librarian stops and seems to look you over. He ignores the tugging of the tri-hound who seems eager to continue on. "How go you, Helianth?"
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And 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)
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice him.
The Librarian stops and seems to look you over. He ignores the tugging of the tri-hound who seems eager to continue on. "How go you, Helianth?"
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And you?"
"I am well. Do you still plan on leaving this country for the stars?"
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
The Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice him.
The Librarian stops and seems to look you over. He ignores the tugging of the tri-hound who seems eager to continue on. "How go you, Helianth?"
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And you?"
"I am well. Do you still plan on leaving this country for the stars?"
"Yes. The Spelljammer's renovations are complete, and we'll set for the stars soon. I wanted to watch this world's sun one last time before I left- a final goodbye of sorts."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And you?"
"I am well. Do you still plan on leaving this country for the stars?"
"Yes. The Spelljammer's renovations are complete, and we'll set for the stars soon. I wanted to watch this world's sun one last time before I left- a final goodbye of sorts."
He turns his bespectacled gaze towards the sunset and the dying light is painted across the lenses of his glasses. He is silent for a while. "It is marvelously crafted for something artificial. You could almost believe it was the real thing... but it never would fit in if it was." The hound quiets a little, sensing that it might not be moving for a little while. "Do you ever have plans to return? Some find it hard to leave the Autumn Country. Others can't imagine coming back."
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And you?"
"I am well. Do you still plan on leaving this country for the stars?"
"Yes. The Spelljammer's renovations are complete, and we'll set for the stars soon. I wanted to watch this world's sun one last time before I left- a final goodbye of sorts."
He turns his bespectacled gaze towards the sunset and the dying light is painted across the lenses of his glasses. He is silent for a while. "It is marvelously crafted for something artificial. You could almost believe it was the real thing... but it never would fit in if it was." The hound quiets a little, sensing that it might not be moving for a little while. "Do you ever have plans to return? Some find it hard to leave the Autumn Country. Others can't imagine coming back."
"Maybe, even if just to visit for a little while. Then again, that's also dependent on whether or not Felix wishes to return- I wouldn't want to part from him for too long."
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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)
He turns his bespectacled gaze towards the sunset and the dying light is painted across the lenses of his glasses. He is silent for a while. "It is marvelously crafted for something artificial. You could almost believe it was the real thing... but it never would fit in if it was." The hound quiets a little, sensing that it might not be moving for a little while. "Do you ever have plans to return? Some find it hard to leave the Autumn Country. Others can't imagine coming back."
"Maybe, even if just to visit for a little while. Then again, that's also dependent on whether or not Felix wishes to return- I wouldn't want to part from him for too long."
"Hm. You two are very loyal to each other. I wouldn't have expected that the interests of such different beings would have aligned so well." He continues to stare at the setting sun.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
Somewhere deep in the castle, there is the sound of loud smashing. Something heavy is being pounded on something that crunches and splatters. Inbetween the frequent blows there is the faint sound of wings flapping.
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
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*Sorry, I’m going to have to leave soon.*
“You’re mighty mighty, even for a youthful soul! You skateboard too?”
*Me too! Wow, besties!*
"Of course! I'm a cool grandma! I know how to make skateboards fly! Even better, I can do a kickflip!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“You’re going to have to teach me sometime. I’ve learned many trades and tricks but skating ain’t one of them.” He says with a stitched lip smile.
"Gladly! Most youngsters don't care for learning, you know! But I think I'm a good teacher. Good old Hod learning from his Granny Greasegrip! Hohoho! I haven't taught anyone for eight years! My little sister knows how good a teacher I am, but she's not really my sister and I don't really want to get into all that! Anyway, I also know reading, sewing, knitting, cooking, and math!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Helianth has moved its little picnic it has prepared to inside the Spelljammer, using its fire magic to keep the food warm.
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)
Felix waddles in with a suitcase. His eyes widen when he sees the food. "W-wow. Is this... for me?" He sits down cross-legged, admiring the confections with awe. "I've never seen anything like these before..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The crooked flower's demeanor lights up as soon as it sees him. "Why, thank you. Today is a special day, so I thought that called for celebration. I hope the food's good."
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 takes a bite. "Wow." He swallows. "This is so... interesting! It's not like anything I've had before, and I've eaten a whole lot of different things." He spreads some sunlight preserves over it and takes another bite. "This is amazing. Thank you so much, Helianth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"You're very welcome. I'm glad you like it."
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 Librarian is walking through the forest. One of his sparrows is fluttering above him. Gripped in his slender fingers are three chains fastened around the necks of a three headed hound. This hound has its nose to the dirt and seems to be following some odorous trail.
After a while, he finds the crooked sunflower, rooted into a hill and soaking in a last few rays of artificial sunlight. Whether or not Helianth was what the Librarian was looking for, it doesn't seem to notice 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)
The Librarian stops and seems to look you over. He ignores the tugging of the tri-hound who seems eager to continue on. "How go you, Helianth?"
The husk turns four of its heads to face him, the rest still soaking in light. "Ah, hello there. I am faring rather well. And 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)
"I am well. Do you still plan on leaving this country for the stars?"
*Got to go. I’ll be back in a bit.*
"Yes. The Spelljammer's renovations are complete, and we'll set for the stars soon. I wanted to watch this world's sun one last time before I left- a final goodbye of sorts."
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 turns his bespectacled gaze towards the sunset and the dying light is painted across the lenses of his glasses. He is silent for a while. "It is marvelously crafted for something artificial. You could almost believe it was the real thing... but it never would fit in if it was." The hound quiets a little, sensing that it might not be moving for a little while. "Do you ever have plans to return? Some find it hard to leave the Autumn Country. Others can't imagine coming back."
"Maybe, even if just to visit for a little while. Then again, that's also dependent on whether or not Felix wishes to return- I wouldn't want to part from him for too long."
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)
"Hm. You two are very loyal to each other. I wouldn't have expected that the interests of such different beings would have aligned so well." He continues to stare at the setting sun.
Somewhere deep in the castle, there is the sound of loud smashing. Something heavy is being pounded on something that crunches and splatters. Inbetween the frequent blows there is the faint sound of wings flapping.