Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
*like terry pratchett gods!!! am approve*
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Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
HUMANITY HAS NOT BEEN AROUND FOR ETERNITY, THEREFORE I MUST NOT BE SUSTAINED BY THEIR WORSHIP. I THOUGHT THE GODS CLAIMED TO BE THE CREATORS OF THE WORLD, BUT IF THEY MUST BE SUSTAINED BY THE WORSHIP OF THOSE THEY CREATE, HOW DID THEY CREATE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
HUMANITY HAS NOT BEEN AROUND FOR ETERNITY, THEREFORE I MUST NOT BE SUSTAINED BY THEIR WORSHIP. I THOUGHT THE GODS CLAIMED TO BE THE CREATORS OF THE WORLD, BUT IF THEY MUST BE SUSTAINED BY THE WORSHIP OF THOSE THEY CREATE, HOW DID THEY CREATE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
“I’m Frella’s philosophy, the gods didn’t create the world. They are a physical representation of every living creatures psyche. You are the first for death was the first fear. When the first humans gazed the stars, hunted, and pursued magic and knowledge, Frella was born. The world was created by a source of power that cannot be seen, heard, or sensed in any way.”
Cerberus is playing DragonChess against a Shambling Mound.
Sylvan is leading a prayer ceremony at the church.
Ternikus is trying to earn a TON of money through odd jobs and bounties.
Red Raven is talking to a a tall human male with white wings and a staff of lightning.
The towering shadowy figure of the Grim Sweeper can be seen sitting in the corner of the prayer ceremony. He seems to be watching Sylvan very closely.
Sylvan picks up a small box and puts it on a pedestal. He then puts his hands together and raises them up, followed by everybody else in the ceremony. He than opens the box and 5 stars flies out and form a halo around a statue of a wolf behind him.
The dark, shrouded figure of the Grim Sweeper continues to watch in the back, not joining in but observing carefully.
*He will watch the hole ceremony, remaining neutral throughout it, waiting for it to end, unless something else happens during the ceremony.*
The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
HUMANITY HAS NOT BEEN AROUND FOR ETERNITY, THEREFORE I MUST NOT BE SUSTAINED BY THEIR WORSHIP. I THOUGHT THE GODS CLAIMED TO BE THE CREATORS OF THE WORLD, BUT IF THEY MUST BE SUSTAINED BY THE WORSHIP OF THOSE THEY CREATE, HOW DID THEY CREATE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
“I’m Frella’s philosophy, the gods didn’t create the world. They are a physical representation of every living creatures psyche. You are the first for death was the first fear. When the first humans gazed the stars, hunted, and pursued magic and knowledge, Frella was born. The world was created by a source of power that cannot be seen, heard, or sensed in any way.”
Death chuckles, a noise that sounds as if it was dragged from a bottomless grave and could awaken a sense of mortality in a rock. His grins widely, though the lack of facial flesh does make it difficult not to, and says in his ghastly voice, IF YOU SAY SO. He remains silent for a few moments, then, saying, EXCUSE ME, he vanishes in a shadow. A second later he reappears in a cloud of swirling graveyard dust which slowly settles. SORRY ABOUT THAT, DUTY CALLED.
A human with coloured eyes, dark brown hair, and pale, sharp features walks through the door. He is very lean, and wears long, ratty robes. He leans on a cane as he walks in, even though he seems to be very young.
*And for the fourth and hopefully last time, haberdasheries.*
*-explosion-*
*WELCOME*
*HI! Do you have a character near the entrance?*
*INDEED*
*WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN?!?!?!?!?!?!??!*
A Lich wearing thick black velvet robes and a hood over their head is messing with a chopped off head of a young female.
The man walks over. "Hello," he says. "Is that real?" he asks, pointing at the doll.
"Yes. She is very real" he chirps.
"Is it living?"He has a vague British accent, mixed with another that you can't recognize.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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The ceremony finishes and everybody files out. People wearing blood cult robes enter. Sylvan shakes the hand of one of them and leaves.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Death follows behind Sylvan, sweeping up great, billowing clouds of dust as he goes along. Death draws near and asks, MAY I ASK WHAT THAT CEREMONY WAS ABOUT?
Sylvan turns around and looks into his dead eyes.
“A worship ceremony for Frella, goddess of stars and the hunt.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Hooray. 4, possibly 5, way polysexual relationship
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
FRELLA? WHY DO YOU WORSHIP HER? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO EARN YOUR PRAISE?
*Cerberus, because you shipped him with Echo, Echo, Timber, Friend, and sorry but I forgot their name*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“She saved me from a pack of wolves and protected my home village for generations.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
DOES SHE WANT YOUR WORSHIP? WHAT DOES SHE GAIN FROM IT? Death asks.
“Worship or fear of a god, goddess, or demon prevents them from dying. You have lived for eternity because people either worship or fear death. The fact that it’s both makes you a neutral immortal.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*like terry pratchett gods!!! am approve*
Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Extended Signiture
*Night*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
HUMANITY HAS NOT BEEN AROUND FOR ETERNITY, THEREFORE I MUST NOT BE SUSTAINED BY THEIR WORSHIP. I THOUGHT THE GODS CLAIMED TO BE THE CREATORS OF THE WORLD, BUT IF THEY MUST BE SUSTAINED BY THE WORSHIP OF THOSE THEY CREATE, HOW DID THEY CREATE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I SEEM TO RECALL A LONG TIME OF JUST SITTING AND WAITING BEFORE EVERYTHING STARTED HAPPENING. Death says.
*I have to leave.*
“I’m Frella’s philosophy, the gods didn’t create the world. They are a physical representation of every living creatures psyche. You are the first for death was the first fear. When the first humans gazed the stars, hunted, and pursued magic and knowledge, Frella was born. The world was created by a source of power that cannot be seen, heard, or sensed in any way.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Bye*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Death chuckles, a noise that sounds as if it was dragged from a bottomless grave and could awaken a sense of mortality in a rock. His grins widely, though the lack of facial flesh does make it difficult not to, and says in his ghastly voice, IF YOU SAY SO.
He remains silent for a few moments, then, saying, EXCUSE ME, he vanishes in a shadow. A second later he reappears in a cloud of swirling graveyard dust which slowly settles. SORRY ABOUT THAT, DUTY CALLED.
*daily reminder during my forced absence that I love you all platonically*
*Ello*
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
"Is it living?" He has a vague British accent, mixed with another that you can't recognize.
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella