Crie is tinkering with his umbrella. The corruption from his bonfire last night has been burned away by the sun, but something gargantuan lurks in the forest around him. A side effect of his spell, or the desired result?
Krist watches from afar but does nothing, he knows he can't stop him nor negotiate.
Kinsley wanders over hands clasped behind their back, "Psst, I feel like I missed lore. What happened."
"Nothing much Kinsley. He is just mad is all." He says and coughs into his handkerchief.
Crie is tinkering with his umbrella. The corruption from his bonfire last night has been burned away by the sun, but something gargantuan lurks in the forest around him. A side effect of his spell, or the desired result?
Krist watches from afar but does nothing, he knows he can't stop him nor negotiate.
Kinsley wanders over hands clasped behind their back, "Psst, I feel like I missed lore. What happened."
"Nothing much Kinsley. He is just mad is all." He says and coughs into his handkerchief.
The shadow lord stands up and unfurls the umbrella dramatically before closing it again. "Mad doesn't cover it."
Crie is tinkering with his umbrella. The corruption from his bonfire last night has been burned away by the sun, but something gargantuan lurks in the forest around him. A side effect of his spell, or the desired result?
Krist watches from afar but does nothing, he knows he can't stop him nor negotiate.
Kinsley wanders over hands clasped behind their back, "Psst, I feel like I missed lore. What happened."
"Nothing much Kinsley. He is just mad is all." He says and coughs into his handkerchief.
The shadow lord stands up and unfurls the umbrella dramatically before closing it again. "Mad doesn't cover it."
"Nothing much Kinsley. He is just mad is all." He says and coughs into his handkerchief.
The shadow lord stands up and unfurls the umbrella dramatically before closing it again. "Mad doesn't cover it."
"Well then please explain, I'm not only intrigued but also perhaps excited." they shrug, "Do you want a cough drop Krist? I stole it from a friend."
"In a good few centuries, I'm going to completely and irreversibly change the world. Some would say that I'm going to end it, but that is a very limited view of what my plan is. The earth is a living being. The forces of light trapped and bound them to make a place for humanoids to live. Now, I wouldn't be so mad about it if humanoids had taken care of the earth... or if the earth weren't my spouse..." he growls. "Now, I'm fine with the gods of light and all that existing, but the fact that they claim dominion over my love and try to force me to stay away makes me slightly pissed, you know?"
"In a good few centuries, I'm going to completely and irreversibly change the world. Some would say that I'm going to end it, but that is a very limited view of what my plan is. The earth is a living being. The forces of light trapped and bound them to make a place for humanoids to live. Now, I wouldn't be so mad about it if humanoids had taken care of the earth... or if the earth weren't my spouse..." he growls. "Now, I'm fine with the gods of light and all that existing, but the fact that they claim dominion over my love and try to force me to stay away makes me slightly pissed, you know?"
"I guess, but ending something for everyone even those indirectly involved or not involved isn't a really good thing to do. Irreversible change isn't a good thing, because if it turns out to be worse there's no way to fix that. Trust me, I would know. Wouldn't it be better to promote good rather than perform evil?"
*I'll make the character sheet later but here is 'Colui che vede la possibilità' or 'The one who sees possibilities.'*
Ruined is such a horrible word to describe something little one... Ruined implies something no longer works and will never work again. It gives me a horrible chill down my lack of spine everytime I hear someone utter it.
I have no true form but I would call my mentality 'ruined'. But, if I am ruined, what would my body look like? Would I be unable to move? my bones sticking out at odd ends? Would I have chunks missing from me? Would I have disgusting features? Would I be nothing but someone's trash?
I believe I look regal. I am beautiful amongst the ruins. I stand tall, my limbs reaching out to love anything, even if they are ruined. Perhaps, instead of ruined, I am broken. Broken implies that, while right now it is bad, it will get better. Maybe that is what I am?
A very tall figure, about 8 foot for so, wearing a long robes made of scraps and dirty fabric that seems to be tearing and turning threadbare, walks along the forest path, enjoying the darkness. It's head is not a singular one, but a multitude of them, each wearing a mask of a different emotion. It's long, very thin arms peek out from under the robes, gaunt and appear sickly, each with to many joints. It's neck cracks like twigs stepped under heel.
"In a good few centuries, I'm going to completely and irreversibly change the world. Some would say that I'm going to end it, but that is a very limited view of what my plan is. The earth is a living being. The forces of light trapped and bound them to make a place for humanoids to live. Now, I wouldn't be so mad about it if humanoids had taken care of the earth... or if the earth weren't my spouse..." he growls. "Now, I'm fine with the gods of light and all that existing, but the fact that they claim dominion over my love and try to force me to stay away makes me slightly pissed, you know?"
"I guess, but ending something for everyone even those indirectly involved or not involved isn't a really good thing to do. Irreversible change isn't a good thing, because if it turns out to be worse there's no way to fix that. Trust me, I would know. Wouldn't it be better to promote good rather than perform evil?"
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"Personally, I've seen so much evil touted as good and good declared evil that I don't even know anymore. All I want is my spouse back. The earth suddenly acting on its own will be a big change, but I'm sure they will love you... whatever-you-ares with as much affection as their own children as long as you guys stop torturing them."
*I'll make the character sheet later but here is 'Colui che vede la possibilità' or 'The one who sees possibilities.'*
Ruined is such a horrible word to describe something little one... Ruined implies something no longer works and will never work again. It gives me a horrible chill down my lack of spine everytime I hear someone utter it.
I have no true form but I would call my mentality 'ruined'. But, if I am ruined, what would my body look like? Would I be unable to move? my bones sticking out at odd ends? Would I have chunks missing from me? Would I have disgusting features? Would I be nothing but someone's trash?
I believe I look regal. I am beautiful amongst the ruins. I stand tall, my limbs reaching out to love anything, even if they are ruined. Perhaps, instead of ruined, I am broken. Broken implies that, while right now it is bad, it will get better. Maybe that is what I am?
A very tall figure, about 8 foot for so, wearing a long robes made of scraps and dirty fabric that seems to be tearing and turning threadbare, walks along the forest path, enjoying the darkness. It's head is not a singular one, but a multitude of them, each wearing a mask of a different emotion. It's long, very thin arms peek out from under the robes, gaunt and appear sickly, each with to many joints. It's neck cracks like twigs stepped under heel.
"Nothing much Kinsley. He is just mad is all." He says and coughs into his handkerchief.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*:D*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*rp?*
psychopath ^-^
*I think I want to bring in my Weavemancer.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The shadow lord stands up and unfurls the umbrella dramatically before closing it again. "Mad doesn't cover it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*wuts dat*
psychopath ^-^
"Well then please explain, I'm not only intrigued but also perhaps excited." they shrug, "Do you want a cough drop Krist? I stole it from a friend."
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Weavemancers basically are like sorcerers but their magic comes from the uncertainty of the universe.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Krist stands up and disappears into the woods.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*ooo dats cool. rp?*
psychopath ^-^
Krist shakes his head "it won't help any.' he shows them the handkerchief, stained red with blood.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sylvi and Tily are playing Fetch.
Mori’s circus is about to have their first show.
"In a good few centuries, I'm going to completely and irreversibly change the world. Some would say that I'm going to end it, but that is a very limited view of what my plan is. The earth is a living being. The forces of light trapped and bound them to make a place for humanoids to live. Now, I wouldn't be so mad about it if humanoids had taken care of the earth... or if the earth weren't my spouse..." he growls. "Now, I'm fine with the gods of light and all that existing, but the fact that they claim dominion over my love and try to force me to stay away makes me slightly pissed, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh. How bad is it? Uncurable?"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"I guess, but ending something for everyone even those indirectly involved or not involved isn't a really good thing to do. Irreversible change isn't a good thing, because if it turns out to be worse there's no way to fix that. Trust me, I would know. Wouldn't it be better to promote good rather than perform evil?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*I'll make the character sheet later but here is 'Colui che vede la possibilità' or 'The one who sees possibilities.'*
Ruined is such a horrible word to describe something little one... Ruined implies something no longer works and will never work again. It gives me a horrible chill down my lack of spine everytime I hear someone utter it.
I have no true form but I would call my mentality 'ruined'. But, if I am ruined, what would my body look like? Would I be unable to move? my bones sticking out at odd ends? Would I have chunks missing from me? Would I have disgusting features? Would I be nothing but someone's trash?
I believe I look regal. I am beautiful amongst the ruins. I stand tall, my limbs reaching out to love anything, even if they are ruined. Perhaps, instead of ruined, I am broken. Broken implies that, while right now it is bad, it will get better. Maybe that is what I am?
A very tall figure, about 8 foot for so, wearing a long robes made of scraps and dirty fabric that seems to be tearing and turning threadbare, walks along the forest path, enjoying the darkness. It's head is not a singular one, but a multitude of them, each wearing a mask of a different emotion. It's long, very thin arms peek out from under the robes, gaunt and appear sickly, each with to many joints. It's neck cracks like twigs stepped under heel.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Incurable but I will not die from it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Personally, I've seen so much evil touted as good and good declared evil that I don't even know anymore. All I want is my spouse back. The earth suddenly acting on its own will be a big change, but I'm sure they will love you... whatever-you-ares with as much affection as their own children as long as you guys stop torturing them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is this (GP)ing Pinwheel?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"So you're just in pain all the time?"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?