Morgana is sitting in a tree in her domain, now appearing to be at least in here late twenties. She has her eyes closed as if she is asleep but seems aware of the things around her. Her elk companions are keeping watch as Cogman and Julie chat with her while petting the elk.
Koszmar is carving out the underworld. Excess and decadence shine from every corner, and gothic architecture made of solid bone makes up the walls and floors.
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
Lark is playing tag near the oasis with a group of children. He runs fast, cracked earth crunching beneath his bare feet, and he seems almost like a personification of child-like glee. Sensing a disagreement he calls out to the other gods. "Stop that arguing, it's so boring! Come play!"
Kila, in the form of a gazelle with golden horns, prances with him, hooves skipping across the sand in fleeting motions barely touching the ground. The gazelle looks almost as if it is flying, the speed and grace it frolics across the savanna’s grass.
Lark chases after him, laughing. The flower Kila gave him is somehow still held in his hair, even as his curls blow backwards in the wind.
Kila dances out of the way, flames licking at his heels and leaving a sizziling trail of smoke behind. Braided around the horns of the gazelle are beautiful cactus flowers
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*If Koszmar dies, I already have a new idea for a god. Or, more accurately, a godskin noble.*
*What’s that?*
*A mortal wearing the skin and eating the flesh of the gods in order to become a demigod*
*holy moly*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
"Thank you. It means a lot to me." She said and smiled warmly "Tell me, if I ask you something a bit disgusting and rather revolting, do you think you will hear me out?"
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
"Thank you. It means a lot to me." She said and smiled warmly "Tell me, if I ask you something a bit disgusting and rather revolting, do you think you will hear me out?"
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
"Thank you. It means a lot to me." She said and smiled warmly "Tell me, if I ask you something a bit disgusting and rather revolting, do you think you will hear me out?"
"Of course. I have no reason not to."
*I'm switching to PM's if that is okay. The topic of suicide, even if it character based, can trigger some people.*
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
"Thank you. It means a lot to me." She said and smiled warmly "Tell me, if I ask you something a bit disgusting and rather revolting, do you think you will hear me out?"
"Of course. I have no reason not to."
*I'm switching to PM's if that is okay. The topic of suicide, even if it character based, can trigger some people.*
Lark is playing tag near the oasis with a group of children. He runs fast, cracked earth crunching beneath his bare feet, and he seems almost like a personification of child-like glee. Sensing a disagreement he calls out to the other gods. "Stop that arguing, it's so boring! Come play!"
Kila, in the form of a gazelle with golden horns, prances with him, hooves skipping across the sand in fleeting motions barely touching the ground. The gazelle looks almost as if it is flying, the speed and grace it frolics across the savanna’s grass.
Lark chases after him, laughing. The flower Kila gave him is somehow still held in his hair, even as his curls blow backwards in the wind.
Kila dances out of the way, flames licking at his heels and leaving a sizziling trail of smoke behind. Braided around the horns of the gazelle are beautiful cactus flowers
Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
Lark is playing tag near the oasis with a group of children. He runs fast, cracked earth crunching beneath his bare feet, and he seems almost like a personification of child-like glee. Sensing a disagreement he calls out to the other gods. "Stop that arguing, it's so boring! Come play!"
Kila, in the form of a gazelle with golden horns, prances with him, hooves skipping across the sand in fleeting motions barely touching the ground. The gazelle looks almost as if it is flying, the speed and grace it frolics across the savanna’s grass.
Lark chases after him, laughing. The flower Kila gave him is somehow still held in his hair, even as his curls blow backwards in the wind.
Kila dances out of the way, flames licking at his heels and leaving a sizziling trail of smoke behind. Braided around the horns of the gazelle are beautiful cactus flowers
Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
Lark pauses in his chase, coming over to Koszmar. He picks up a few grapes and pops them in his mouth. "M'glad you've seen sense. Life is so boring when everyone is upset."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
The gazelle halts in its path, looking skittish. It watches the bowl carefully.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Morgana is sitting in a tree in her domain, now appearing to be at least in here late twenties. She has her eyes closed as if she is asleep but seems aware of the things around her. Her elk companions are keeping watch as Cogman and Julie chat with her while petting the elk.
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
Koszmar is carving out the underworld. Excess and decadence shine from every corner, and gothic architecture made of solid bone makes up the walls and floors.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I can't do italics on mobile so :p*
A voice enters his head. "Do you want to talk about this or will I have to stalk down there to find you?"
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
He lowers his pickaxe. His skeletons don't. "Where do you want to meet?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Anywhere where you feel comfortable enough to tell me why you decided to pick a fight with the fire god."
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
Ksozmar teleports up to the surface, just outside his mausoleum. "He rejects everything I am. I respect fire, and I believe that it is important. He, however, behaves as though I should not exist, and that my entire purpose for existing is meaningless."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"He was rude, I'll give you that. But did you not hear yourself Koszmar? You threatened him with everything underneath the sun. He turned defensive when you did that." She sighed "What he and that other god did was wrong.. I know your mad at them but a fight will lead to nothing but more anger.... Please, will you try and see eye to eye with him? Apologize for what you said and ask him to apologize for what he did."
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
"... I... For you, I will try. But I still refuse to associate with him"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kila dances out of the way, flames licking at his heels and leaving a sizziling trail of smoke behind. Braided around the horns of the gazelle are beautiful cactus flowers
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*holy moly*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Thank you. It means a lot to me." She said and smiled warmly "Tell me, if I ask you something a bit disgusting and rather revolting, do you think you will hear me out?"
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
"Of course. I have no reason not to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm switching to PM's if that is okay. The topic of suicide, even if it character based, can trigger some people.*
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
*Gotcha.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lark pauses in his chase, coming over to Koszmar. He picks up a few grapes and pops them in his mouth. "M'glad you've seen sense. Life is so boring when everyone is upset."
*:D*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The gazelle halts in its path, looking skittish. It watches the bowl carefully.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’ve only interacted with two gods, so what are their (the ones in the amazing picture) domains and goals, if you don’t mind me asking?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!