My attempt at a cult. The Eye of Cthulhu welcomes all misunderstood and dark creatures. from the lonely drow to the sentient Night-Gaunt, all are welcome.
Many fear these beings, but we all simply wish to belong.
We are proud to call the Death Mines are homes.
Our forefather, Cthulhu, wishes for peace between us all. Join us if you have felt misunderstood or excluded. We are proud to welcome you.
A humanoid shrouded in a dark red robe is standing in a black desert with lightning striking the ground every second. Behind them is the entrance to the abandoned Mines of a Thousand Deaths. Around their neck is a necklace with some kind of emblem, but you can’t make out its shape.
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
You can’t see, but the humanoid smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
You can’t see, but the humanoids smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
“Thank you,” the drow says. “I hope so too.” They follow the humanoid.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
You can’t see, but the humanoids smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
“Thank you,” the drow says. “I hope so too.” They follow the humanoid.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, they Davras.” One of them creates a sound.
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
They follow.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, friend.” One of them creates a sound.
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
They follow.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, friend.” One of them creates a sound.
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
You can’t see, but the humanoids smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
“Thank you,” the drow says. “I hope so too.” They follow the humanoid.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, they Davras.” One of them creates a sound.
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
They follow.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, friend.” One of them creates a sound.
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
You can’t see, but the humanoids smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
“Thank you,” the drow says. “I hope so too.” They follow the humanoid.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, they Davras.” One of them creates a sound.
*I think I have the perfect character to bring in for this, but I can't join the rp right now: But yes, I would also like to be a part of this.*
The being standing out side speaks , looking nowhere, but still at you. “Welcome, Yvonne. I hope your thread goes well. Which being will you choose to become my sibling?”
EYE OF CTHULHU
My attempt at a cult. The Eye of Cthulhu welcomes all misunderstood and dark creatures. from the lonely drow to the sentient Night-Gaunt, all are welcome.
Many fear these beings, but we all simply wish to belong.
We are proud to call the Death Mines are homes.
Our forefather, Cthulhu, wishes for peace between us all. Join us if you have felt misunderstood or excluded. We are proud to welcome you.
W̴̗̙̫͌͜ę̴̡͔̭̱͚̭͚̞̔͗͗͆͆͌̚ͅ ̴̬͈̙͚̼̣͇̺͔̯̬̀̐̔̒̑̄̾͛͛̔͆̃́̈́̕s̸̲̺̹̀̾͐͛́̎̊̍͒̑̕h̵̢̧̡̧̛̛̪̖̮̻̮̹̹̠̥̲̖̝̹͋́͐̊͂̐͆͌̿͆̽̅̆̚͘͝ͅä̴̛̖̮̥̞́̌̃̐́̑͛̉͊̃̓̈́̋̅͗̍͛̆͐͆͘l̷̨̢̛̫̠̫͓͎͇̠̱͌͐̉̏͑̿͠͠ļ̶̨̢̧̺̳̥̹͓͓̱̯̒̀͌̈́̽̅̒̓̽̉͛̊̃̍͐̕͜͝ ̷̧͇̣̼̪͈̻̤̄b̵̧͎̭̩͉̲͍̲̳̱̦̤̬͔̥̆̋͋̿̐̈̾̎̋̕͝͝͝r̵̢͕͓̀̊̽̏̎͛̿̓͐͛̈́̿͐͝ị̶̧̛̺̰̫̺̲̩̬̙͑̃̐̆̊̿͐̑͊̓̀͒̑̋̅͛͛͑͜͜͝ͅn̴̢̡̰̪̗͕͈͎̝̤̞̮̟̦̺̙̲̹͕̯̏̑̅̃͊̇̿̍͆̒͒͌̍́̂̄̋͋̋͒̚ģ̶̢̟͈̩̘̰̘̫͍͇͛͛̐͂̽̓̀̐̽̿̀̉͐̽̽̋̃͗̾͑̚͜͝ ̵̛̦̯̟͕͚̭͖̗͓̫̮̬͇̘͓̘͙̹̆̍̈́̏̅̐̾͆͋̾̐̎̀͝͝ț̶̢̧̡̛̙͓̫͈̪̠̞̳͎̰̻̤̫̀̅̄̈́̈́̋̎͊͐͗͌̃͒͌̀̚͝h̶̢̡̢̫͕͚̘̖̦̫̮̺͈̹͖͍͖͖̿͌̎͐̇̂͊͊̒͋̀̋̏̈́̾͛̋̑̾̀͜͜͝ȇ̶̡̡͕͔̥͉̬̟̖̠͕͚ ̷̡̭̼̩̜̳̝̦̻͍͙̮̘͖́͐͜ͅw̶͔̻͉̱̹͙͔̤͕̬̟͕̬͕̼͍̟̩̜̍̎̈͑͛͘͜͝͠ͅͅǫ̴̧̡̨̛͖̜̹̗̥͍̫͕̬͚̠̫̍͊̑́͂̄͆̀͊̐̊̎̾̍̈́̓̋̌̆̚r̸̡̧͚͍̤͎̝̞̬̘̼̳̤̼̖̱͍͋́̓̾͂̐̆͒̑̐͠͝ļ̴̢̛̦͕̮͖̩̝̲̜̖̠̖̬̳͎͉̅̀͌͒̌̋̌͆̅̎̎̃͊̈́̾̚̚̕͜͜ͅd̶̮̘̥̫̃̔̾̆̂̅̈́̊̾́̔̌͝ ̷̗̱͈̝̀͜u̶̬̖̰̟̜̞̻̙̝͊͜n̵̢̛̪̖̝͚͇͍̠̖̰̿̆̌́̎̐̈̄̈́̓̇́̐̏̚̕͠͝͝d̵̨̢̛̹̲͕̺̺͖͎̘̯̭͚͇̰̺̭̤̮̏̆̃͐͂̊̆͜͝͝͝ͅḙ̷̢̧̤͖̭̜̜̯̳̠͎̐̈́͑̂ͅr̶̢̧̛̮͇̜̗̤̺̬̹̪̰̞͖̗̞͕̊̽̈́̄͋̾͗̃̅̀͝͠ ̴̡̛̛̼̜̤̇̇͋̈́́̇̑̄̅͗́̂̽͘̚͝͝a̷̹͙͕͇̩͔͛̀r̴̢̧̢̧̻͉̞̙̺̞̥͈̫̖͉̬̤͍͕͔̹̋̋̃͜͝è̵̡̨̙͖͈̱̙̞̜̞̥̱̘̞̫̳̥͚̠̗̪̐͗̅͆̽͋̚ ̷̨̨̥̟̰̺̦̗̩̜̇͋͛ͅr̴̝͉͍̺̝͔̝̩̺͈̺͖̍̊̓̀̔̏̓͋̓̈́̀͌̔̍̑̈́̉̿͘͜ë̴̗́̈̌̆̃̍̈́̍̊̓͒̊́̂̈́̂͆̽̚̕͠͝ĩ̷̙̠͖̜͍̑̈́͛̄̋̈́̅̈̍̓́̈́̓͛͘̚͝͝͝͝g̴̦̗̪̫̼̮̪̓̂̔̌̿̿̒n̶̠̝̖͈̺̗̪̟̱̬͇̜̼̆̓͜!̶̛͛͋͋̇̾̈́̇̐̌̂͘͜͠
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A humanoid shrouded in a dark red robe is standing in a black desert with lightning striking the ground every second. Behind them is the entrance to the abandoned Mines of a Thousand Deaths. Around their neck is a necklace with some kind of emblem, but you can’t make out its shape.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*OH HECK YES*
The humanoid says, “Hello Archfey. How have you been? What being will you create to join me?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A drow of indeterminate gender walks in. They are dressed in worn gray and black adventurer’s clothing. They have long straight white hair and purple skin. “I am Davras the assassin. I am not really into the idea of cults,” they say carefully, “but I do sometimes feel misunderstood and I am looking for a place to belong.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*hold on lemme type*
You can’t see, but the humanoid smiles. “Welcome, they Davras. Welcome to the people of Cthulhu. I hope you find a wonderful time here. Follow me to your new home.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I can wait for eternity. Take your time.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Thank you,” the drow says. “I hope so too.” They follow the humanoid.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Emerging from the desert sands is a swarm of thousands of black hornets with stingers that glow red hot. These stingers emit a smoke that shrouds the swarm. The smoke slowly coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, before diving into the ground, heading for a body buried under the sands. A few minutes later, a gaunt, slightly decayed humanoid wearing burnt mage’s robes rises out of the earth. Their hair is short and grey, and extremely untidy. They seem to have little lights dancing around the inside of their skin. They smile, and approach the figure, moving unnaturally, as if their body wasn’t theirs.
“Hello. Would you give a poor old traveler some company?”
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, they Davras.” One of them creates a sound.
“W̷̭̼̳̲͎͒̂̈́̉̊́̆͗̿̎͂́͆͗̉́͘ȇ̸̯̩̭̣͉̪̗̰̮̯̺͓͐̈́̑̃͋́̏̈́̍͋̓́̆́͊̋̀͌̈́̈͂l̴̼̤͒̏͗̍̄̐̍̉̐͠c̶̛̪͇̬͖̞̥̻̮͒͂̑͆͝õ̵̢̨͉̳̯͔̤̭͎̩̫̠̺͇̝̿̀͂̔͐͋͒̂͗̔͂̓̌̐̈́̚̚͝m̴̧̯͍̙̣͕̹̬͎̮͖̘͎͎͊̈́͊͜͜e̴̢̛̛̲̠͔̱̰̥̹̝̝͈̯̼̫̫͖̖̟̯̼͓̹̓̂͂͆̉̉̈́̉̆͊̂̏̃̀̈́̕̚͠ ̷̧̥̹̠̻̗͖͑̍̅͊͌̽͒̈́̎͋̃̀̓̐͆̍͠s̴̨̧͔̝̯̺͎̻̱̳̠͈̺̫̰̣͎͙͕̅̇̓̇̾̅͌͝i̸̢̨̙̖̗̥̖͖̜̞͉̜͠b̸̡͔͎̠̯̣̝̣̯̥̣̹͑͝l̴̨̢̢̢̢͉̪̮̘̞̙̘̮͇̦̖̜̣̯̘̓̌͌̍͊̆̒͘ͅį̵̜͎͈͎͓̣̗̙͚͈̋̌̃̀̀͋͆̂̎̔̆͝ṇ̸̨̧̪̞̜̮̞͎̰̗̮̥̗̘͎̺̦̣͂̆̂̃̋̈̇͛̋̇̎̇̀̄͘̚͜͠͠ğ̸͎̬̜̤̫̦̻͇͔̜͉̼̼͛̍̍̎̽̓́͜.̴̝͓͚̘̻͋͋̌̈́́̈́̀̈́̕̚̚͜͠”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The humanoid smiles. “Welcome, friend. Come and join my people in our home.” They start walking towards the cavern mouth.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They follow.
The second you enter the cavern, all light disappears. The being raises their hand and purple fire blazes to life in their hand. You can see torches lining the halls catching fire, also purple, and then you see it. The walls are covered in a writhing mass of red goo and eyes. “Do not pay attention to our sisters. They enjoy scaring newcomers such as yourself, friend.” One of them creates a sound.
“W̷̭̼̳̲͎͒̂̈́̉̊́̆͗̿̎͂́͆͗̉́͘ȇ̸̯̩̭̣͉̪̗̰̮̯̺͓͐̈́̑̃͋́̏̈́̍͋̓́̆́͊̋̀͌̈́̈͂l̴̼̤͒̏͗̍̄̐̍̉̐͠c̶̛̪͇̬͖̞̥̻̮͒͂̑͆͝õ̵̢̨͉̳̯͔̤̭͎̩̫̠̺͇̝̿̀͂̔͐͋͒̂͗̔͂̓̌̐̈́̚̚͝m̴̧̯͍̙̣͕̹̬͎̮͖̘͎͎͊̈́͊͜͜e̴̢̛̛̲̠͔̱̰̥̹̝̝͈̯̼̫̫͖̖̟̯̼͓̹̓̂͂͆̉̉̈́̉̆͊̂̏̃̀̈́̕̚͠ ̷̧̥̹̠̻̗͖͑̍̅͊͌̽͒̈́̎͋̃̀̓̐͆̍͠s̴̨̧͔̝̯̺͎̻̱̳̠͈̺̫̰̣͎͙͕̅̇̓̇̾̅͌͝i̸̢̨̙̖̗̥̖͖̜̞͉̜͠b̸̡͔͎̠̯̣̝̣̯̥̣̹͑͝l̴̨̢̢̢̢͉̪̮̘̞̙̘̮͇̦̖̜̣̯̘̓̌͌̍͊̆̒͘ͅį̵̜͎͈͎͓̣̗̙͚͈̋̌̃̀̀͋͆̂̎̔̆͝ṇ̸̨̧̪̞̜̮̞͎̰̗̮̥̗̘͎̺̦̣͂̆̂̃̋̈̇͛̋̇̎̇̀̄͘̚͜͠͠ğ̸͎̬̜̤̫̦̻͇͔̜͉̼̼͛̍̍̎̽̓́͜.̴̝͓͚̘̻͋͋̌̈́́̈́̀̈́̕̚̚͜͠”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I think I’m going to like it here.” They cough up a black hornet, which then dives back under their skin.
Davras addresses the being that made the sound in a clear strong voice, apparently unafraid of them. “Thank you, sibling. I accept your welcome.”
*I probably gtg in a few but this is a cool cult. I’ll be back tomorrow.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*I think I have the perfect character to bring in for this, but I can't join the rp right now: But yes, I would also like to be a part of this.*
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)
They lead you deeper into the cavern, coming across multiple forks in the path. They choose a path without a second of hesitation.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They lead you deeper into the cavern, coming across multiple forks in the path. They choose a path without a second of hesitation.
*See you later. Thanks for the compliment*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The being standing out side speaks , looking nowhere, but still at you. “Welcome, Yvonne. I hope your thread goes well. Which being will you choose to become my sibling?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!