A form starts to come into focus between the 3 orbs. It looks like a floating humanoid form in a purple cloak. However nothing is inside it, and a floating omega sign appears where it's face should be.
I... come from... the endless tide, the crushing earth, and the overpowering flames...
Your... guild interests me however...
You have... created incredible marvels... out of metal and energy.
I wish nothing more then to see and feel these things... and in return... I can do anything you ask of me
"Is that... some kind of request to join the guild? If so, then sure, we'd be happy to have you. You can... see all the machines you want, as long as you help out." The king seems wary.
Wonderful...I am sure... I will not disappoint you...
It glides in through the door (while it's open, not some phasing through walls thing) and goes to the laboratory, and asks about some of the devices
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My cults are dead, let's talk about myself where they used to be. I am The_cool_Elsecaller, a transfem lesbian who is still in the closet to all but a few people I know IRL. I enjoy video games, reading, writing, and sleeping. Feel free to PM me if you want writing advice or just want to talk.
"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
A form starts to come into focus between the 3 orbs. It looks like a floating humanoid form in a purple cloak. However nothing is inside it, and a floating omega sign appears where it's face should be.
I... come from... the endless tide, the crushing earth, and the overpowering flames...
Your... guild interests me however...
You have... created incredible marvels... out of metal and energy.
I wish nothing more then to see and feel these things... and in return... I can do anything you ask of me
"Is that... some kind of request to join the guild? If so, then sure, we'd be happy to have you. You can... see all the machines you want, as long as you help out." The king seems wary.
Wonderful...I am sure... I will not disappoint you...
It glides in through the door (while it's open, not some phasing through walls thing) and goes to the laboratory, and asks about some of the devices
*Which laboratory? There’s multiple*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A form starts to come into focus between the 3 orbs. It looks like a floating humanoid form in a purple cloak. However nothing is inside it, and a floating omega sign appears where it's face should be.
I... come from... the endless tide, the crushing earth, and the overpowering flames...
Your... guild interests me however...
You have... created incredible marvels... out of metal and energy.
I wish nothing more then to see and feel these things... and in return... I can do anything you ask of me
"Is that... some kind of request to join the guild? If so, then sure, we'd be happy to have you. You can... see all the machines you want, as long as you help out." The king seems wary.
Wonderful...I am sure... I will not disappoint you...
It glides in through the door (while it's open, not some phasing through walls thing) and goes to the laboratory, and asks about some of the devices
My cults are dead, let's talk about myself where they used to be. I am The_cool_Elsecaller, a transfem lesbian who is still in the closet to all but a few people I know IRL. I enjoy video games, reading, writing, and sleeping. Feel free to PM me if you want writing advice or just want to talk.
"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
*hi! A ring that makes anyone who wears it have to make a saving throw every time they try to tell the truth, and on a failure, they can’t!*
lonely is walking around on the ceiling.
The shadow creature bursts into the room, sniffing and tasting the air. It climbs up the wall with some difficulty, trying to get to Lonely.
They turn around.
”hello?”
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi! A ring that makes anyone who wears it have to make a saving throw every time they try to tell the truth, and on a failure, they can’t!*
lonely is walking around on the ceiling.
The shadow creature bursts into the room, sniffing and tasting the air. It climbs up the wall with some difficulty, trying to get to Lonely.
They turn around.
”hello?”
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
“Whats that?”
The creature warps its tendrils into what look like facsimiles of human arms and pantomimes eating. Its huge teeth spark when they hit each other.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
“Whats that?”
The creature warps its tendrils into what look like facsimiles of human arms and pantomimes eating. Its huge teeth spark when they hit each other.
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
“Whats that?”
The creature warps its tendrils into what look like facsimiles of human arms and pantomimes eating. Its huge teeth spark when they hit each other.
“It’s food?”
The jaws, and presumably the head that they should be attached to, nod. It offers the cericlapfn-colored object once more.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
“Whats that?”
The creature warps its tendrils into what look like facsimiles of human arms and pantomimes eating. Its huge teeth spark when they hit each other.
“It’s food?”
The jaws, and presumably the head that they should be attached to, nod. It offers the cericlapfn-colored object once more.
It is soft and sweet, with a faint juiciness, like some hybrid between cake and fruit.
A greeting... the name Sytosc... a creature called a Judge...
The first bite causes them to feel a garbled psychic message. It isn't like words, but like concepts directly shared between minds.
Humanoid material, but just a taste... The creature shapeshifting into a vaguely humanoid form... a man with a huge nose and massive metal jaws, but with tiny, beady eyes behind glasses... piles of gourmet food in trade for salt...
It is soft and sweet, with a faint juiciness, like some hybrid between cake and fruit.
A greeting... the name Sytosc... a creature called a Judge...
The first bite causes them to feel a garbled psychic message. It isn't like words, but like concepts directly shared between minds.
Humanoid material, but just a taste... The creature shapeshifting into a vaguely humanoid form... a man with a huge nose and massive metal jaws, but with tiny, beady eyes behind glasses... piles of gourmet food in trade for salt...
It is soft and sweet, with a faint juiciness, like some hybrid between cake and fruit.
A greeting... the name Sytosc... a creature called a Judge...
The first bite causes them to feel a garbled psychic message. It isn't like words, but like concepts directly shared between minds.
Humanoid material, but just a taste... The creature shapeshifting into a vaguely humanoid form... a man with a huge nose and massive metal jaws, but with tiny, beady eyes behind glasses... piles of gourmet food in trade for salt...
“…what?”
It seems to be trying to speak to him, but its lack of lips and functional vocal chords are making it difficult. Eventually, it manages to whisper something. "...Blood..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Outside the base (sorry, Drummer, what's the entire guild's place look like?), a flash of dark maroon energy manifests itself, shifting space-time and shunting a cloaked figure out from the folds of reality. They rush up to the door.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
It is soft and sweet, with a faint juiciness, like some hybrid between cake and fruit.
A greeting... the name Sytosc... a creature called a Judge...
The first bite causes them to feel a garbled psychic message. It isn't like words, but like concepts directly shared between minds.
Humanoid material, but just a taste... The creature shapeshifting into a vaguely humanoid form... a man with a huge nose and massive metal jaws, but with tiny, beady eyes behind glasses... piles of gourmet food in trade for salt...
“…what?”
It seems to be trying to speak to him, but its lack of lips and functional vocal chords are making it difficult. Eventually, it manages to whisper something. "...Blood..."
“Again, what?”
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*I might re-intro sometime....*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Wonderful...I am sure... I will not disappoint you...
It glides in through the door (while it's open, not some phasing through walls thing) and goes to the laboratory, and asks about some of the devices
My cults are dead, let's talk about myself where they used to be. I am The_cool_Elsecaller, a transfem lesbian who is still in the closet to all but a few people I know IRL. I enjoy video games, reading, writing, and sleeping. Feel free to PM me if you want writing advice or just want to talk.
"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
-First Ideal of the Knights Radiant
Extended Signature. Real Extended Signature
*Which laboratory? There’s multiple*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*That would be awesome*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*I defo will, then*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*hi! A ring that makes anyone who wears it have to make a saving throw every time they try to tell the truth, and on a failure, they can’t!*
lonely is walking around on the ceiling.
The shadow creature bursts into the room, sniffing and tasting the air. It climbs up the wall with some difficulty, trying to get to Lonely.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They turn around.
”hello?”
* idk 2 *
My cults are dead, let's talk about myself where they used to be. I am The_cool_Elsecaller, a transfem lesbian who is still in the closet to all but a few people I know IRL. I enjoy video games, reading, writing, and sleeping. Feel free to PM me if you want writing advice or just want to talk.
"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
-First Ideal of the Knights Radiant
Extended Signature. Real Extended Signature
It brachiates across the ceiling, its massive teeth glinting like metal. It holds out a small object.
It is almost spherical, sitting on a small metal plate that has been mangled and warped artistically. The object in question is brightly colored, though not in colors that appear to exist, yet they are somehow visible to Lonely. It has shapes and symbols woven into it, like the grooves in a brain. They clearly mean something, but the text is just as arcane as the aforementioned grooves. It smells delectable but doesn't resemble any known food item.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Whats that?”
The creature warps its tendrils into what look like facsimiles of human arms and pantomimes eating. Its huge teeth spark when they hit each other.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It’s food?”
The jaws, and presumably the head that they should be attached to, nod. It offers the cericlapfn-colored object once more.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They try eating it.
It is soft and sweet, with a faint juiciness, like some hybrid between cake and fruit.
A greeting... the name Sytosc... a creature called a Judge...
The first bite causes them to feel a garbled psychic message. It isn't like words, but like concepts directly shared between minds.
Humanoid material, but just a taste... The creature shapeshifting into a vaguely humanoid form... a man with a huge nose and massive metal jaws, but with tiny, beady eyes behind glasses... piles of gourmet food in trade for salt...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“…what?”
It seems to be trying to speak to him, but its lack of lips and functional vocal chords are making it difficult. Eventually, it manages to whisper something. "...Blood..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Outside the base (sorry, Drummer, what's the entire guild's place look like?), a flash of dark maroon energy manifests itself, shifting space-time and shunting a cloaked figure out from the folds of reality. They rush up to the door.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
“Again, what?”