Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
Morgana waves to him "Good morning Kodzmar." She chirps.
"Good morning to you as well, my fair maiden." He holds out his hand to take hers. "Shall we teach our followers the wonders of fermentation? Cheese and alcohol will certainly brighten their lives."
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
Morgana waves to him "Good morning Kodzmar." She chirps.
"Good morning to you as well, my fair maiden." He holds out his hand to take hers. "Shall we teach our followers the wonders of fermentation? Cheese and alcohol will certainly brighten their lives."
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
"You look ravishing today, Morgana. But the Good Work must begin. Cows and hops would be in order, I believe. May you do the honors?"
He gestures toward the barren landscape beyond the forest.
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
Morgana waves to him "Good morning Kodzmar." She chirps.
"Good morning to you as well, my fair maiden." He holds out his hand to take hers. "Shall we teach our followers the wonders of fermentation? Cheese and alcohol will certainly brighten their lives."
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
"You look ravishing today, Morgana. But the Good Work must begin. Cows and hops would be in order, I believe. May you do the honors?"
He gestures toward the barren landscape beyond the forest.
She chuckles and playfully smacks at his shoulder "Flattery will get ye no where" She raises both hands, her eyes glow pure white as fields of hops, wheat, barley, and corn begin to grow at astonishing rates.
Then, by taking three blades of grass, a bit of dirt, and the blood from her own body, she begins to form lovely brown dairy cows with such sweet faces. They moo pleasently and begin to wander a bit.
Morgana notices Kila making animals as ideas spring to life in her mind. She picks up a branch and mud from the ground and begins to form deer. She takes a bit of her dress and the blood from a small cut on her finger and makes rabbits.
Kila claps his hands together excitedly. “They are beautiful! Maybe we can work together to make a bird?”
She nods and plucks some beautiful leaves from the trees and holds them out to him.
He takes them gently in his hands and they begin to sizzle. He waves his hand through the smoke, shaping it until it forms a beautiful gray dove with leafy wings and eyes that run down its back.
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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
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
From his chariot, Kila greets him as well.
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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
He smiles brightly. “A simple but strong name. Do you like it here?”
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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
Morgana notices Kila making animals as ideas spring to life in her mind. She picks up a branch and mud from the ground and begins to form deer. She takes a bit of her dress and the blood from a small cut on her finger and makes rabbits.
Kila claps his hands together excitedly. “They are beautiful! Maybe we can work together to make a bird?”
She nods and plucks some beautiful leaves from the trees and holds them out to him.
He takes them gently in his hands and they begin to sizzle. He waves his hand through the smoke, shaping it until it forms a beautiful gray dove with leafy wings and eyes that run down its back.
"What shall you name it?" Morgana asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.
He smiles brightly. “A simple but strong name. Do you like it here?”
“Yes.”
“Ah!” He exclaims in relief. “So I am doing something right.. that is always nice to know.”
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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
Morgana notices Kila making animals as ideas spring to life in her mind. She picks up a branch and mud from the ground and begins to form deer. She takes a bit of her dress and the blood from a small cut on her finger and makes rabbits.
Kila claps his hands together excitedly. “They are beautiful! Maybe we can work together to make a bird?”
She nods and plucks some beautiful leaves from the trees and holds them out to him.
He takes them gently in his hands and they begin to sizzle. He waves his hand through the smoke, shaping it until it forms a beautiful gray dove with leafy wings and eyes that run down its back.
"What shall you name it?" Morgana asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.
“Hm… flare doves. Does that sound alright?” He holds the dove in his hands gently.
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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
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
Morgana waves to him "Good morning Kodzmar." She chirps.
"Good morning to you as well, my fair maiden." He holds out his hand to take hers. "Shall we teach our followers the wonders of fermentation? Cheese and alcohol will certainly brighten their lives."
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
"You look ravishing today, Morgana. But the Good Work must begin. Cows and hops would be in order, I believe. May you do the honors?"
He gestures toward the barren landscape beyond the forest.
She chuckles and playfully smacks at his shoulder "Flattery will get ye no where" She raises both hands, her eyes glow pure white as fields of hops, wheat, barley, and corn begin to grow at astonishing rates.
Then, by taking three blades of grass, a bit of dirt, and the blood from her own body, she begins to form lovely brown dairy cows with such sweet faces. They moo pleasently and begin to wander a bit.
"It is only flattery if it is untrue, fair maiden."
He conjures various tools for fermenting and distilling, and gathers up some humans.
Unfortunately, as humans are meant to use these methods, he has to kill one of the cows. He seems vaguely apologetic as he cuts out its stomach to use for the cheese-making process. He then teaches them how to make beer and cheese, being careful not to let anyone die during the process.
Eventually, he teaches them how to make the stills and how to age and cook the leftover beef, and makes them a fine meal from the leftovers, taking the bones for his ossuary.
"It is only flattery if it is untrue, fair maiden."
He conjures various tools for fermenting and distilling, and gathers up some humans.
Unfortunately, as humans are meant to use these methods, he has to kill one of the cows. He seems vaguely apologetic as he cuts out its stomach to use for the cheese-making process. He then teaches them how to make beer and cheese, being careful not to let anyone die during the process.
Eventually, he teaches them how to make the stills and how to age and cook the leftover beef, and makes them a fine meal from the leftovers, taking the bones for his ossuary.
Kila visibly winces at the process.
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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
Morgana notices Kila making animals as ideas spring to life in her mind. She picks up a branch and mud from the ground and begins to form deer. She takes a bit of her dress and the blood from a small cut on her finger and makes rabbits.
Kila claps his hands together excitedly. “They are beautiful! Maybe we can work together to make a bird?”
She nods and plucks some beautiful leaves from the trees and holds them out to him.
He takes them gently in his hands and they begin to sizzle. He waves his hand through the smoke, shaping it until it forms a beautiful gray dove with leafy wings and eyes that run down its back.
"What shall you name it?" Morgana asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.
“Hm… flare doves. Does that sound alright?” He holds the dove in his hands gently.
"Hm.. flare indicates fire so perhaps..." She gentle places a fingertip to it's small head and draws out a plume of white fire that flickers like a candle. It coos and nuzzles in Kila's hands, the fire not burning the skin or fabric.
He smiles brightly. “A simple but strong name. Do you like it here?”
“Yes.”
“Ah!” He exclaims in relief. “So I am doing something right.. that is always nice to know.”
“Why did you create the animals?”
“Why, what a boring world it would be without our companions!” He rubs the heads of his dogs. “I modeled them after my friends’ image. Equals for you to share the world with, bringers of food and shelter and safety if you treat them right.”
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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
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
Morgana waves to him "Good morning Kodzmar." She chirps.
"Good morning to you as well, my fair maiden." He holds out his hand to take hers. "Shall we teach our followers the wonders of fermentation? Cheese and alcohol will certainly brighten their lives."
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
"You look ravishing today, Morgana. But the Good Work must begin. Cows and hops would be in order, I believe. May you do the honors?"
He gestures toward the barren landscape beyond the forest.
She chuckles and playfully smacks at his shoulder "Flattery will get ye no where" She raises both hands, her eyes glow pure white as fields of hops, wheat, barley, and corn begin to grow at astonishing rates.
Then, by taking three blades of grass, a bit of dirt, and the blood from her own body, she begins to form lovely brown dairy cows with such sweet faces. They moo pleasently and begin to wander a bit.
"It is only flattery if it is untrue, fair maiden."
He conjures various tools for fermenting and distilling, and gathers up some humans.
Unfortunately, as humans are meant to use these methods, he has to kill one of the cows. He seems vaguely apologetic as he cuts out its stomach to use for the cheese-making process. He then teaches them how to make beer and cheese, being careful not to let anyone die during the process.
Eventually, he teaches them how to make the stills and how to age and cook the leftover beef, and makes them a fine meal from the leftovers, taking the bones for his ossuary.
Morgana watches and continues to produce harvest after harvest of crops and occasionally feeds the cows while gently petting their heads.
She then sits in the grass, swiping at her brow, and placing a hand over her stomach. She watches, content on being to the side.
"It is only flattery if it is untrue, fair maiden."
He conjures various tools for fermenting and distilling, and gathers up some humans.
Unfortunately, as humans are meant to use these methods, he has to kill one of the cows. He seems vaguely apologetic as he cuts out its stomach to use for the cheese-making process. He then teaches them how to make beer and cheese, being careful not to let anyone die during the process.
Eventually, he teaches them how to make the stills and how to age and cook the leftover beef, and makes them a fine meal from the leftovers, taking the bones for his ossuary.
Kila visibly winces at the process.
"What's wrong? Everything dies. There's no reason to have a weak stomach about it." He chuckles falteringly.
Galax is tinkering with his flying machine
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
She takes his hand and smiles "Indeed it will" she chuckles and brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.
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
"You look ravishing today, Morgana. But the Good Work must begin. Cows and hops would be in order, I believe. May you do the honors?"
He gestures toward the barren landscape beyond the forest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles and playfully smacks at his shoulder "Flattery will get ye no where" She raises both hands, her eyes glow pure white as fields of hops, wheat, barley, and corn begin to grow at astonishing rates.
Then, by taking three blades of grass, a bit of dirt, and the blood from her own body, she begins to form lovely brown dairy cows with such sweet faces. They moo pleasently and begin to wander a bit.
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 takes them gently in his hands and they begin to sizzle. He waves his hand through the smoke, shaping it until it forms a beautiful gray dove with leafy wings and eyes that run down its back.
— 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
From his chariot, Kila greets him as well.
— 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
He smiles brightly. “A simple but strong name. Do you like it here?”
— 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
“Yes.”
"What shall you name it?" Morgana asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.
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
“Ah!” He exclaims in relief. “So I am doing something right.. that is always nice to know.”
— 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
“Hm… flare doves. Does that sound alright?” He holds the dove in his hands gently.
— 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
"It is only flattery if it is untrue, fair maiden."
He conjures various tools for fermenting and distilling, and gathers up some humans.
Unfortunately, as humans are meant to use these methods, he has to kill one of the cows. He seems vaguely apologetic as he cuts out its stomach to use for the cheese-making process. He then teaches them how to make beer and cheese, being careful not to let anyone die during the process.
Eventually, he teaches them how to make the stills and how to age and cook the leftover beef, and makes them a fine meal from the leftovers, taking the bones for his ossuary.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Why did you create the animals?”
Kila visibly winces at the process.
— 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
"Hm.. flare indicates fire so perhaps..." She gentle places a fingertip to it's small head and draws out a plume of white fire that flickers like a candle. It coos and nuzzles in Kila's hands, the fire not burning the skin or fabric.
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
“Why, what a boring world it would be without our companions!” He rubs the heads of his dogs. “I modeled them after my friends’ image. Equals for you to share the world with, bringers of food and shelter and safety if you treat them right.”
— 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
Morgana watches and continues to produce harvest after harvest of crops and occasionally feeds the cows while gently petting their heads.
She then sits in the grass, swiping at her brow, and placing a hand over her stomach. She watches, content on being to the side.
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
The grave god bows to Kila with a sweeping motion.
"Welcome, fellow demigod. Pleased to make you acquaintance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What's wrong? Everything dies. There's no reason to have a weak stomach about it." He chuckles falteringly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Hi, I’m back but my phone’s going to die soon!)
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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