The bird unfolds and falls into her hand, turning into a written invitation from a god named "Zidan, the Chief In Yellow." It seems to be for "The Kilashi Festival" in the "Gilded City," celebrating the god of fire.
The back is entirely pitch black.
"Yep I am definitely going to this. But on one condition - children. There has to be children. They're so smart and creative!"
A part of the text glows gold: "Just like all of Zidan's parties, EVERYONE IS INVITED!!!"
"Oh! Yes. I'm going. Yes please."
The paper refolds itself into a bird. "Just follow me! The party hasn't started yet, though, since the guest of honor isn't here! I'm sure you'll still have fun at the pre-party!"
"Alrighty then!" Ruby nods, still writing
It flies away, and then she sees it: the Gilded City.
Out in the wastes sits a massive, unspeakably large building made entirely of gold, marble, and steel. It shines beautifully in the sunlight, and gilded spires pump out black smoke that turns into dark rainclouds which drizzle down the smoke to be collected for future use. The gargantuan doors lie open, and at the very end of the storm-giant-sized ballroom sits a half-shadowed god in golden clothes on an intricately designed throne. His face is completely covered by darkness, his yellow eyes gleaming with joy and hunger.
"Yes. Very villainous. I like." Ruby goes to write some more, but notices both her arms are covered, so she writes on her face instead.
The bird unfolds and falls into her hand, turning into a written invitation from a god named "Zidan, the Chief In Yellow." It seems to be for "The Kilashi Festival" in the "Gilded City," celebrating the god of fire.
The back is entirely pitch black.
"Yep I am definitely going to this. But on one condition - children. There has to be children. They're so smart and creative!"
A part of the text glows gold: "Just like all of Zidan's parties, EVERYONE IS INVITED!!!"
"Oh! Yes. I'm going. Yes please."
The paper refolds itself into a bird. "Just follow me! The party hasn't started yet, though, since the guest of honor isn't here! I'm sure you'll still have fun at the pre-party!"
"Alrighty then!" Ruby nods, still writing
It flies away, and then she sees it: the Gilded City.
Out in the wastes sits a massive, unspeakably large building made entirely of gold, marble, and steel. It shines beautifully in the sunlight, and gilded spires pump out black smoke that turns into dark rainclouds which drizzle down the smoke to be collected for future use. The gargantuan doors lie open, and at the very end of the storm-giant-sized ballroom sits a half-shadowed god in golden clothes on an intricately designed throne. His face is completely covered by darkness, his yellow eyes gleaming with joy and hunger.
"Yes. Very villainous. I like." Ruby goes to write some more, but notices both her arms are covered, so she writes on her face instead.
The man in the chair conjures a notebook in his black glove and holds it out.
The bird unfolds and falls into her hand, turning into a written invitation from a god named "Zidan, the Chief In Yellow." It seems to be for "The Kilashi Festival" in the "Gilded City," celebrating the god of fire.
The back is entirely pitch black.
"Yep I am definitely going to this. But on one condition - children. There has to be children. They're so smart and creative!"
A part of the text glows gold: "Just like all of Zidan's parties, EVERYONE IS INVITED!!!"
"Oh! Yes. I'm going. Yes please."
The paper refolds itself into a bird. "Just follow me! The party hasn't started yet, though, since the guest of honor isn't here! I'm sure you'll still have fun at the pre-party!"
"Alrighty then!" Ruby nods, still writing
It flies away, and then she sees it: the Gilded City.
Out in the wastes sits a massive, unspeakably large building made entirely of gold, marble, and steel. It shines beautifully in the sunlight, and gilded spires pump out black smoke that turns into dark rainclouds which drizzle down the smoke to be collected for future use. The gargantuan doors lie open, and at the very end of the storm-giant-sized ballroom sits a half-shadowed god in golden clothes on an intricately designed throne. His face is completely covered by darkness, his yellow eyes gleaming with joy and hunger.
"Yes. Very villainous. I like." Ruby goes to write some more, but notices both her arms are covered, so she writes on her face instead.
The man in the chair conjures a notebook in his black glove and holds it out.
"Yes, yes, I need!" Ruby suddenly seems very anxious to get the notebook. "Please may I have it?"
"Not that kind of bet. It's a thing you say when you want to make it known you're not convinced by something."
“Oh. What are you not convinced by?”
"That you're uninteresting."
“Why? Compared to everyone else here, I’m about as interesting as that rock!” They point to a nearby rock.
"OH MY GOD ITS SHAPED LIKE A PUPPY! Wait. Is "oh my god" a slur here?"
Zeem laughs. “I don’t think so, but now that you say that, it kinda does look like a puppy. I’m as interesting as that rock!” They point at a small nearby rock that does not resemble anything other than an elongated, boring, flattish, lumpy sphere.
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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
It flies away, and then she sees it: the Gilded City.
Out in the wastes sits a massive, unspeakably large building made entirely of gold, marble, and steel. It shines beautifully in the sunlight, and gilded spires pump out black smoke that turns into dark rainclouds which drizzle down the smoke to be collected for future use. The gargantuan doors lie open, and at the very end of the storm-giant-sized ballroom sits a half-shadowed god in golden clothes on an intricately designed throne. His face is completely covered by darkness, his yellow eyes gleaming with joy and hunger.
"Yes. Very villainous. I like." Ruby goes to write some more, but notices both her arms are covered, so she writes on her face instead.
The man in the chair conjures a notebook in his black glove and holds it out.
"Yes, yes, I need!" Ruby suddenly seems very anxious to get the notebook. "Please may I have it?"
The man laughs and lifts it into the air. It flaps its covers like a bird and lands in her hands. "Now then, what is your name?" asks the Chief in Yellow.
"Not that kind of bet. It's a thing you say when you want to make it known you're not convinced by something."
“Oh. What are you not convinced by?”
"That you're uninteresting."
“Why? Compared to everyone else here, I’m about as interesting as that rock!” They point to a nearby rock.
"OH MY GOD ITS SHAPED LIKE A PUPPY! Wait. Is "oh my god" a slur here?"
Zeem laughs. “I don’t think so, but now that you say that, it kinda does look like a puppy. I’m as interesting as that rock!” They point at a small nearby rock that does not resemble anything other than an elongated, boring, flattish, lumpy sphere.
"You're already proving yourself wrong. That rock was formed over many millions of years! That rock has a story too."
Ilheia is looking at a zebra, holding what seems to be pure cloud in her hands
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"Not that kind of bet. It's a thing you say when you want to make it known you're not convinced by something."
“Oh. What are you not convinced by?”
"That you're uninteresting."
“Why? Compared to everyone else here, I’m about as interesting as that rock!” They point to a nearby rock.
"OH MY GOD ITS SHAPED LIKE A PUPPY! Wait. Is "oh my god" a slur here?"
Zeem laughs. “I don’t think so, but now that you say that, it kinda does look like a puppy. I’m as interesting as that rock!” They point at a small nearby rock that does not resemble anything other than an elongated, boring, flattish, lumpy sphere.
"You're already proving yourself wrong. That rock was formed over many millions of years! That rock has a story too."
“Not as interesting as a bunch of the other rocks here.”
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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
“Oh. What are you not convinced by?”
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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"That you're uninteresting."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Hi! Nice to meet you, Bel-Shamharoth! Is there a shorter name I can call you by?”
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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"Yes. Very villainous. I like." Ruby goes to write some more, but notices both her arms are covered, so she writes on her face instead.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
“Why? Compared to everyone else here, I’m about as interesting as that rock!” They point to a nearby rock.
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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Bel is fine, who are you?
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
"OH MY GOD ITS SHAPED LIKE A PUPPY! Wait. Is "oh my god" a slur here?"
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
The man in the chair conjures a notebook in his black glove and holds it out.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“My name is Xeem’fwel’che, but everyone calls me Zeem!”
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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Hello Zeem, where does one find followers around here?
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
"Yes, yes, I need!" Ruby suddenly seems very anxious to get the notebook. "Please may I have it?"
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Zeem laughs. “I don’t think so, but now that you say that, it kinda does look like a puppy. I’m as interesting as that rock!” They point at a small nearby rock that does not resemble anything other than an elongated, boring, flattish, lumpy sphere.
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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“There are some humans in the middle of the Oasis!”
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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“Great! I’ll be back here tomarrow to see if i can gain some belief!” *gtg byee*
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
The man laughs and lifts it into the air. It flaps its covers like a bird and lands in her hands. "Now then, what is your name?" asks the Chief in Yellow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Okay!”
*byeeeeeee!!*
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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"You're already proving yourself wrong. That rock was formed over many millions of years! That rock has a story too."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Ilheia is looking at a zebra, holding what seems to be pure cloud in her hands
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)
“Not as interesting as a bunch of the other rocks here.”
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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Zeem walks over to her. “Hi Ilheia! How are you? What is that?”
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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