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Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.

 Zeem walks over, and puts a grain of sand into a pouch on his belt. “Hey! I’m ready for my pottery lesson! Or any other art actually.”

 Ishal looks over, his steel grey eyes narrowing. He stands up and dries his now silver dipped hands on a cloth besides him. 

"Are you sure? A god of knowledge such as yourself should be out helping your followers instead things such as gears or mechanics." He said, raising a raven-colored brow.

 “My followers have books, I was never too great a teacher. So what can ya teach me?”

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*question. Did anybody see my post about Kozsmar’s death creating a moon, or are we ignoring that idea?*

 *I did, and I referenced it later :) Kila is very interested in the moon.*

 *as is Zeem, and I have many plans for it…*

 *I already called dibs. You get the other moon.*

 *I’m just gonna make a character that worships both of the moons*

 ok…

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Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.

 Zeem walks over, and puts a grain of sand into a pouch on his belt. “Hey! I’m ready for my pottery lesson! Or any other art actually.”

 Ishal looks over, his steel grey eyes narrowing. He stands up and dries his now silver dipped hands on a cloth besides him. 

"Are you sure? A god of knowledge such as yourself should be out helping your followers instead things such as gears or mechanics." He said, raising a raven-colored brow.

 “My followers have books, I was never too great a teacher. So what can ya teach me?”

 Ishal sighs and waves a hand for Zeem to come closer. "The world is something to handled carefully. Clay such as this is used for making the pots and jugs that we use for food and water that sustains and refuels our bodies with energy." 

He began to gently form the clay upwards. "You movements must be fluid as not to mess up."

On a night where the second moon is at its brightest (full moon), a single pillar of obsidian rises from the waters of the original oasis. Over time, it becomes transparent, allowing those to see a relatively old teenager, around 16, with skull like face paint and wearing a black cloak fitted with armor on the right shoulder and chest. Soon, the pillar erodes away, leaving the girl standing in the middle of the water. She whispers, “I am Tsuki.”

*grave/water/twilight (sorry if this breaks rules), good*

*I'm getting off for tonight. See y'all tomorrow*

A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

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*I'm getting off for tonight. See y'all tomorrow*

 *bye*

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 Xeem’fwel’che walks over to where they arose, and watch them climb out of the earth, eyes raised. “Hi! What’s your name?”

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*I'm getting off for tonight. See y'all tomorrow*

 *bye!*

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 Xeem’fwel’che walks over to where they arose, and watch them climb out of the earth, eyes raised. “Hi! What’s your name?”

 "My name is hungry.  You don't have any vegetarian options, do you?"

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 All of a sudden, Tsuki teleports to you, face frightfully close to face, and smiles, “Perhaps I control the cycle, and you control the end?”

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 "My name is hungry.  You don't have any vegetarian options, do you?"

 “We do have some food yes! Your name is Hungry, you said?”

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 All of a sudden, Tsuki teleports to you, face frightfully close to face, and smiles, “Perhaps I control the cycle, and you control the end?”

 "I can't think, I'm positively famished!"

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 "My name is hungry.  You don't have any vegetarian options, do you?"

 “We do have some food yes! Your name is Hungry, you said?”

 "Well, no.  My name isn't hungry.  It's flower.  Well... actually... my name isn't flower,  per se.  That's more like my title I guess.  I am Akari the Grave Flower, you might say?"

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 Kila experiences a bit of PTSD and turns into a golden falcon, circling ahead.

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 All of a sudden, Tsuki teleports to you, face frightfully close to face, and smiles, “Perhaps I control the cycle, and you control the end?”

 "I can't think, I'm positively famished!"

 Tsuki picks up a leaf, crushes it, and opens their hand to reveal a piece of corn. “Here.”

*this isn’t a harvest thing, she’s rebirthing the leaf as a corn.*

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 "My name is hungry.  You don't have any vegetarian options, do you?"

 “We do have some food yes! Your name is Hungry, you said?”

 "Well, no.  My name isn't hungry.  It's flower.  Well... actually... my name isn't flower,  per se.  That's more like my title I guess.  I am Akari the Grave Flower, you might say?"

 “Your name is Akari?”

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 Tsuki picks up a leaf, crushes it, and opens their hand to reveal a piece of corn. “Here.”

 "I want... no, I demand radish." The new god seems unimpressed.

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On a night where the second moon is at its brightest (full moon), a single pillar of obsidian rises from the waters of the original oasis. Over time, it becomes transparent, allowing those to see a relatively old teenager, around 16, with skull like face paint and wearing a black cloak fitted with armor on the right shoulder and chest. Soon, the pillar erodes away, leaving the girl standing in the middle of the water. She whispers, “I am Tsuki.”

*grave/water/twilight (sorry if this breaks rules), good*

 *Maybe pick one until you can ask archfey and dutch :) also  i think you can only have one god at a time*

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A cold breeze begins to blow. Fallen leaves are whisked up into the air, tumbling gently with the wind. The crickets stop creaking, and the birds stop whistling, and a form of silence descends. Not an eerie silence; there is nothing unwholesome about this quiet, but it is unusual.
     A single arm bursts from the ground. Clean, almost shiny despite coming from the dirt. Its completely cleaned of skin and flesh, the bones held together by thin wisps of green magic which swirl idly. A second arm joins the first, this one with lime-green skin and black nail polish, also squeaky clean. The arms grab onto the earth and heave, pulling a head out of the mud. The head is covered in thin green leaves - not dead ones, they're still alive, and some are attached to semi-wilted . It seems to be that the leaves are some kind of hair, coupled with a few bunches of cherry blossoms above each of the person's pointy green ears. They are wearing black lipstick and have almost glowing pink eyes with cat-like pupils.
     "Dear gawds it's cold down there," they laugh as they haul the rest of themselves out of the ground. They are wearing a simple beige tunica and brown cloth pants, both tattered, and a black faux-leather jacket and a cloth choker around their neck, to which a birds' skull, impeccably clean, is attached. They look around, eyes piercing everything and everyone. "Looks like I'm late to the par-tay! I always have loved party crashing... I don't recall why." They seem to become preoccupied with the ground again. "Oh. My dear word. Gerald! Come on! Out. Up and at 'em! Come on, my little pretty!"
     A rat skeleton, infused with more of the new gods' green, wispy energy, crawls out of the earth indignantly. It squeaks.
     "Manners, Gerald!" The new god scolds. "We don't want them to hate us already, when we've only just arrived!"

*HI this character is a Chaotic Neutral Grave Domain Demigod, focusing on grave flowers, who's first act is to steal some followers. Because its mean and also funny.*

 Kila experiences a bit of PTSD and turns into a golden falcon, circling ahead.

 Tsuki teleports up to you, and whispers, “I’m sorry the previous death cursed your people.” She then falls back to the other grave goddess.