"You just... Remembered it for some reason? Is it from anothers perspective?"
"Sort of. It's like I was watching the entire time, but not from any one person's eyes. It was like I was all the people at once."
"Ohhh, sounds like you have your creators memories!"
"That would make some sense. I am a conglomerate of their fears, after all."
"Then you have quite a lot of memories!!"
"Only the fearful ones, unfortunately."
"Still, thats quite a few! Any memories sound nice. My first memory was..." She counts on her fingers "A couple hours ago!"
"That sounds nice. Most of my memories are... disgusting and agonizing. And there are so many of them. It's only been three days since the world was created, and so many terrible things have already happened."
"Like what?"
"I... don't believe I can describe most of them without resorting to extreme profanity."
"Ah... Sorry..."
"It is alright. You didn't know. You are younger than I, if only by a few hours."
"They lurk in the city, but they've been spreading out for a while now. I spin them out of raw terror and make them into something real."
“Why?” Zee looks disgusted.
"People need to learn to fear. It is my purpose to strike fear into man and god alike, teach them caution. The monsters have rules, and they only harm those that break them. Don't let strangers into your house, or you might let the Vampire in. Don't go wandering the woods at night, or you'll attract the Loup Garou. Don't consume the flesh of your bretheren, or you will be possessed by the Wendigo. Lessons is what they are."
"They lurk in the city, but they've been spreading out for a while now. I spin them out of raw terror and make them into something real."
“Why?” Zee looks disgusted.
"People need to learn to fear. It is my purpose to strike fear into man and god alike, teach them caution. The monsters have rules, and they only harm those that break them. Don't let strangers into your house, or you might let the Vampire in. Don't go wandering the woods at night, or you'll attract the Loup Garou. Don't consume the flesh of your bretheren, or you will be possessed by the Wendigo. Lessons is what they are."
Zeem sighs and shakes their head. “Alright,” they say, and disappear.
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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
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to them, picking up a small stone to put in one of their belt pouches. “Hi! I don’t think I’ve seen either of you before, what are your names?”
"I'm Thalia!" the one with the comedy mask says enthusiastically. "And I'm Melpomene," sighs the one with the tragedy mask. "Charmed," they say in unison, holding out one hand each.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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!"
*Akari the Grave Flower is the god of flowers at funerals and on graves*
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to them, picking up a small stone to put in one of their belt pouches. “Hi! I don’t think I’ve seen either of you before, what are your names?”
"I'm Thalia!" the one with the comedy mask says enthusiastically. "And I'm Melpomene," sighs the one with the tragedy mask. "Charmed," they say in unison, holding out one hand each.
“Hello! Nice to meet you both!” He shakes both hands with the wrong hand. “What are you the gods 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
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!"
*Akari the Grave Flower is the god of flowers at funerals and on graves*
*WHOA*
*WAIT TF THATS SO COOL HUH????*
Thalia and Melpomene look over with a curious interest.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
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!"
*Akari the Grave Flower is the god of flowers at funerals and on graves*
*WHOA*
*WAIT TF THATS SO COOL HUH????*
Thalia and Melpomene look over with a curious interest.
Akari waves. How Akari is managing to hang upside down from the single dead tree in the entire area, who knows? But Akari is there. The branch they're hanging from is somehow blossoming.
Kila is weaving together a small headdress out of silk, humming quietly with a smile.
My character waves, smiling as she creates strangely colored flowers
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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)
"Gerald has a serious necro-chomping disorder, don't encourage him."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"It is alright. You didn't know. You are younger than I, if only by a few hours."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zeem appears beside him. “Hi Kila! What are you making?”
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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They find a banana and glowing spear next to them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“What is a necro-chomping disorder?”
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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"People need to learn to fear. It is my purpose to strike fear into man and god alike, teach them caution. The monsters have rules, and they only harm those that break them. Don't let strangers into your house, or you might let the Vampire in. Don't go wandering the woods at night, or you'll attract the Loup Garou. Don't consume the flesh of your bretheren, or you will be possessed by the Wendigo. Lessons is what they are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*if ya want!*
Zeem sighs and shakes their head. “Alright,” they say, and disappear.
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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"Someone who chomps dead things! Duh." Akari rolls their eyes, clearly playfully
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Oh, I see. Aren’t most things we eat dead?”
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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"I'm Thalia!" the one with the comedy mask says enthusiastically. "And I'm Melpomene," sighs the one with the tragedy mask. "Charmed," they say in unison, holding out one hand each.
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!"
*Akari the Grave Flower is the god of flowers at funerals and on graves*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Hello! Nice to meet you both!” He shakes both hands with the wrong hand. “What are you the gods 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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"Gerald prefers them to look alive while being dead. It's honestly why I think he tends more to the mushroom side of things."
SQUEAK
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*WHOA*
*WAIT TF THATS SO COOL HUH????*
Thalia and Melpomene look over with a curious interest.
Akari waves. How Akari is managing to hang upside down from the single dead tree in the entire area, who knows? But Akari is there. The branch they're hanging from is somehow blossoming.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Mushrooms are nice!”
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)
Extended signature: Here
My character waves, smiling as she creates strangely colored flowers
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)
"Agree! I like the funeral customs the svirfneblin have with them."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Have you ever seen a dinosaur?”
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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