“Not really leader, but he knows all the people in our pantheon the best, and he’s really nice.”
"Ive met him. He seems scared of water, but very approachable"
“Well, he is a god of Fire, it’s only natural that he’s afraid of the opposite, right?”
"I suppose... Still... Fear is made to be overcome, no?"
“Yes, but it takes time. We’ve only been here for a few days I think.”
"I guess... Ill try to help him overcome it somehow. After all, every day is the future. Dream and action makes the next page of ones story"
“I’ll also help in any way I can.”
"Whats your greatest dream?"
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Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
Zeem teleports to Ishal but doesn’t seem to see him due to his camouflage.
He feels a hand grab his shoulder then pull him down into a bushes. Ishal raises a finger to his lips and points at the bear which is devouring a deer carcass.
Zeem speaks using sign language: What are you hunting it for? Then they pause, furrowing their brow. Wait… where did I learn sign language?
Ishal silently chuckles and whispers "That bear is killing off a good part of the animal life here, it's hunger is ravenous." He said, his steel grey eyes glowing like silver.
Zeem whispers, “Do you know sign language?”
"Yes. It is how I communicate with my hunters... But there are other ways as well." He smiles and suddenly throws a shrill sparrow whistle over his shoulder. A few seconds later, a mimic of a hawks cry can be heard.
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
Zeem teleports to Ishal but doesn’t seem to see him due to his camouflage.
He feels a hand grab his shoulder then pull him down into a bushes. Ishal raises a finger to his lips and points at the bear which is devouring a deer carcass.
Zeem speaks using sign language: What are you hunting it for? Then they pause, furrowing their brow. Wait… where did I learn sign language?
Ishal silently chuckles and whispers "That bear is killing off a good part of the animal life here, it's hunger is ravenous." He said, his steel grey eyes glowing like silver.
Zeem whispers, “Do you know sign language?”
"Yes. It is how I communicate with my hunters... But there are other ways as well." He smiles and suddenly throws a shrill sparrow whistle over his shoulder. A few seconds later, a mimic of a hawks cry can be heard.
“How did you learn sign language? Come to think of it, how did any of us learn any language, especially the same one, especially when we just started existing, especially… I don’t know what I’m saying, are you trying to kill that bear?”
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Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
Zeem teleports to Ishal but doesn’t seem to see him due to his camouflage.
He feels a hand grab his shoulder then pull him down into a bushes. Ishal raises a finger to his lips and points at the bear which is devouring a deer carcass.
Zeem speaks using sign language: What are you hunting it for? Then they pause, furrowing their brow. Wait… where did I learn sign language?
Ishal silently chuckles and whispers "That bear is killing off a good part of the animal life here, it's hunger is ravenous." He said, his steel grey eyes glowing like silver.
Zeem whispers, “Do you know sign language?”
"Yes. It is how I communicate with my hunters... But there are other ways as well." He smiles and suddenly throws a shrill sparrow whistle over his shoulder. A few seconds later, a mimic of a hawks cry can be heard.
“How did you learn sign language? Come to think of it, how did any of us learn any language, especially the same one, especially when we just started existing, especially… I don’t know what I’m saying, are you trying to kill that bear?”
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
“Not really leader, but he knows all the people in our pantheon the best, and he’s really nice.”
"Ive met him. He seems scared of water, but very approachable"
“Well, he is a god of Fire, it’s only natural that he’s afraid of the opposite, right?”
"I suppose... Still... Fear is made to be overcome, no?"
“Yes, but it takes time. We’ve only been here for a few days I think.”
"I guess... Ill try to help him overcome it somehow. After all, every day is the future. Dream and action makes the next page of ones story"
“I’ll also help in any way I can.”
"Whats your greatest dream?"
“Greatest dream… hmm… I’m not sure. What’s yours? Do you have one?”
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
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He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
“Wow! That sounds amazing! I wonder what my people dream of…”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
"As you wish. But the material is difficult to dispose of. If you could contain it, I could take it away to where it will not harm anyone or anything. If you wish to do that task yourself as well, I urge you to be very careful. The fear is the least of its effects."
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
"Whats your greatest dream?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
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
"Yes. It is how I communicate with my hunters... But there are other ways as well." He smiles and suddenly throws a shrill sparrow whistle over his shoulder. A few seconds later, a mimic of a hawks cry can be heard.
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
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
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Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
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
“How did you learn sign language? Come to think of it, how did any of us learn any language, especially the same one, especially when we just started existing, especially… I don’t know what I’m saying, are you trying to kill that bear?”
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“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
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“Greatest dream… hmm… I’m not sure. What’s yours? Do you have one?”
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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
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He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
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
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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)
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"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
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
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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)
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"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
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
“Wow! That sounds amazing! I wonder what my people dream of…”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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)
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"As you wish. But the material is difficult to dispose of. If you could contain it, I could take it away to where it will not harm anyone or anything. If you wish to do that task yourself as well, I urge you to be very careful. The fear is the least of its effects."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of 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
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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