Wee teardrinker
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Description
The teardrinker appears to be little more than an ambulatory, fully open rose with slight humanoid limbs. Framed by petals, there are approximate facial features in its front-looking middle: oddly swollen cheeks and a perpetual grimace that bares conical pink teeth. This flowery fiend expels copious amounts of pollen with every peevish snort, a thin purple fog suffusing the air around it.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Flowers that drink tears, oh how strange they grew
Tears of sorrow, tears of pain
Drinking them in, never to wane
Petals soft, yet strong in might
Drinking tears day and night
From broken hearts, they heal and mend
A beauty that will never end
With each tear, a new bud blooms
Bringing hope and banishing glooms
A symbol of love, in its purest form
A flower that keeps us warm
So let the flowers drink your tears
For in their embrace, you'll find no fears
For with each drop, a new life starts
And a new chapter, in your heart.
Types
Appears in the form "a wee teardrinker with <color> petals". Known colors:
- cream-colored
- ginger-orange
- icy blue
- periwinkle
- silvery
- umber
- zombie-grey
Recall
Teardrinkers are of Be'ort. When a ritually sanctified rose soaks up influences arising out of divine pique, sometimes it is given life and agency to bring misery upon mortalkind. Much like their creator, teardrinkers have been known to bear truly venomous grudges.
They are known to cast Benediction, Soul Sickness, and Harm Evil.
They are not known to carry loot in locked boxes.
Death
When receiving a killing blow, rather than simply dying the teardrinkers explode:
As if the wee teardrinker had been a thing of pressurized air, its fragile body decompresses explosively and spectacularly before your eyes! A hailstorm of remnants -- rose petals and pollen, black sap and crystal thorns -- erupts in all directions. The detonation knocks you flat to the ground, and the hand you raised in defense becomes filled with petals.
(Leaves you with petals in hand, but having trouble finding the specific item from logs.)
Or:
As if the wee teardrinker had been a thing of pressurized air, its fragile body decompresses explosively and spectacularly before your eyes! A hailstorm of remnants -- rose petals and pollen, black sap and crystal thorns -- erupts in all directions. The detonation drenches you in sap, ruining your <worn item> with its stickiness! As the sap dries a little, it remarkably changes color.
History
First appeared during the leadup to Hollow Eve Festival 428.