The man nods. "Welcome to the Gilded City. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Zidan, the god of excess and progress. You will be acting in the main show tonight, if you so wish. The stage is here in the ballroom, but don't feel restricted by it. Go out into the audience if you want to. Everything you wish for will be so."
"Everything I wish for will be granted?' They laugh, "Fine then, I would like a list of the current gods, their number of followers, and a margarita."
On the outlands of the oasis spawns a grey desert billowing with pillars of green smoke. This wasteland has nothing except a cloudy grey sky with a green ball that is a mockery of the sun. It casts a disgusting glow down on the grey soil that is littered with ruins of former homes that are now laid to waste forever in this version of hell.
Nothing here moves or crawls unless it is something made truly of ones nightmares. People... Or should we say former people, trudge around, looking for anything to devour. They are covered in pus ridden boils or their skin has become bloated and diseased. They tear each other apart from limb to lb to simply live and eat.
Within a iron tower in the center of this wasteland is a Doctor and his false angelic assistant. They share this domain.
The Doctor is a mockery of human life. He has short, unruly black hair that is the color of ravens. Beady, black eyes they never stay focused. And pale skin that veins with a green substance to keep him alive. This is Aidonis.
The angelic assistant is no angel. He is composed of body parts of others with wings torn from a thousand real angels to keep him alive. He has pale blonde hair that slightly falls over his equally pale blue eyes. His skin is the color of fresh snow, not that this place has seen any of that. This is Damon.
They have a team of highly trained medical professionals who study diseases night and day with little sleep. They test it out on those unlucky enough to incurred the dual gods wrath. Then they are discarded like common animals.
Science is the highest priority here. Anything other than that is balderdash.
On the outlands of the oasis spawns a grey desert billowing with pillars of green smoke. This wasteland has nothing except a cloudy grey sky with a green ball that is a mockery of the sun. It casts a disgusting glow down on the grey soil that is littered with ruins of former homes that are now laid to waste forever in this version of hell.
Nothing here moves or crawls unless it is something made truly of ones nightmares. People... Or should we say former people, trudge around, looking for anything to devour. They are covered in pus ridden boils or their skin has become bloated and diseased. They tear each other apart from limb to lb to simply live and eat.
Within a iron tower in the center of this wasteland is a Doctor and his false angelic assistant. They share this domain.
The Doctor is a mockery of human life. He has short, unruly black hair that is the color of ravens. Beady, black eyes they never stay focused. And pale skin that veins with a green substance to keep him alive. This is Aidonis.
The angelic assistant is no angel. He is composed of body parts of others with wings torn from a thousand real angels to keep him alive. He has pale blonde hair that slightly falls over his equally pale blue eyes. His skin is the color of fresh snow, not that this place has seen any of that. This is Damon.
They have a team of highly trained medical professionals who study diseases night and day with little sleep. They test it out on those unlucky enough to incurred the dual gods wrath. Then they are discarded like common animals.
Science is the highest priority here. Anything other than that is balderdash.
*scary*
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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
The man nods. "Welcome to the Gilded City. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Zidan, the god of excess and progress. You will be acting in the main show tonight, if you so wish. The stage is here in the ballroom, but don't feel restricted by it. Go out into the audience if you want to. Everything you wish for will be so."
"Everything I wish for will be granted?' They laugh, "Fine then, I would like a list of the current gods, their number of followers, and a margarita."
On the outlands of the oasis spawns a grey desert billowing with pillars of green smoke. This wasteland has nothing except a cloudy grey sky with a green ball that is a mockery of the sun. It casts a disgusting glow down on the grey soil that is littered with ruins of former homes that are now laid to waste forever in this version of hell.
Nothing here moves or crawls unless it is something made truly of ones nightmares. People... Or should we say former people, trudge around, looking for anything to devour. They are covered in pus ridden boils or their skin has become bloated and diseased. They tear each other apart from limb to lb to simply live and eat.
Within a iron tower in the center of this wasteland is a Doctor and his false angelic assistant. They share this domain.
The Doctor is a mockery of human life. He has short, unruly black hair that is the color of ravens. Beady, black eyes they never stay focused. And pale skin that veins with a green substance to keep him alive. This is Aidonis.
The angelic assistant is no angel. He is composed of body parts of others with wings torn from a thousand real angels to keep him alive. He has pale blonde hair that slightly falls over his equally pale blue eyes. His skin is the color of fresh snow, not that this place has seen any of that. This is Damon.
They have a team of highly trained medical professionals who study diseases night and day with little sleep. They test it out on those unlucky enough to incurred the dual gods wrath. Then they are discarded like common animals.
Science is the highest priority here. Anything other than that is balderdash.
*Cool!!*
A bird made of gold and black paper flies up to the window. It begins to sing about a party being held in the Gilded City, and how they are invited.
The man nods. "Welcome to the Gilded City. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Zidan, the god of excess and progress. You will be acting in the main show tonight, if you so wish. The stage is here in the ballroom, but don't feel restricted by it. Go out into the audience if you want to. Everything you wish for will be so."
"Everything I wish for will be granted?' They laugh, "Fine then, I would like a list of the current gods, their number of followers, and a margarita."
"We can get you the margarita."
"Good enough, do you know if any of the humans of this realm have started governments or wars as of yet?"
*How ya doin? Im editing my cutscene for the 3rd time out of writing anxiety, lol*
*Booking a doctor appointment rn :D*
*Like a checkup? Or a special one?*
*Special one :)*
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The man nods. "Welcome to the Gilded City. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Zidan, the god of excess and progress. You will be acting in the main show tonight, if you so wish. The stage is here in the ballroom, but don't feel restricted by it. Go out into the audience if you want to. Everything you wish for will be so."
"Everything I wish for will be granted?' They laugh, "Fine then, I would like a list of the current gods, their number of followers, and a margarita."
"We can get you the margarita."
"Good enough, do you know if any of the humans of this realm have started governments or wars as of yet?"
"Every god has pretty much their own government where they are monarch. A couple of gods, such as me and the freedom deities, care little for rulership, however, and prefer democracy over theocracy. No wars as of yet, but Ashkhorne may change that."
"Every god has pretty much their own government where they are monarch. A couple of gods, such as me and the freedom deities, care little for rulership, however, and prefer democracy over theocracy. No wars as of yet, but Ashkhorne may change that."
"Every god has pretty much their own government where they are monarch. A couple of gods, such as me and the freedom deities, care little for rulership, however, and prefer democracy over theocracy. No wars as of yet, but Ashkhorne may change that."
"Ashkorne?"
"Goddess of war. The oldest demigod, but still just a demigod."
On the outlands of the oasis spawns a grey desert billowing with pillars of green smoke. This wasteland has nothing except a cloudy grey sky with a green ball that is a mockery of the sun. It casts a disgusting glow down on the grey soil that is littered with ruins of former homes that are now laid to waste forever in this version of hell.
Nothing here moves or crawls unless it is something made truly of ones nightmares. People... Or should we say former people, trudge around, looking for anything to devour. They are covered in pus ridden boils or their skin has become bloated and diseased. They tear each other apart from limb to lb to simply live and eat.
Within a iron tower in the center of this wasteland is a Doctor and his false angelic assistant. They share this domain.
The Doctor is a mockery of human life. He has short, unruly black hair that is the color of ravens. Beady, black eyes they never stay focused. And pale skin that veins with a green substance to keep him alive. This is Aidonis.
The angelic assistant is no angel. He is composed of body parts of others with wings torn from a thousand real angels to keep him alive. He has pale blonde hair that slightly falls over his equally pale blue eyes. His skin is the color of fresh snow, not that this place has seen any of that. This is Damon.
They have a team of highly trained medical professionals who study diseases night and day with little sleep. They test it out on those unlucky enough to incurred the dual gods wrath. Then they are discarded like common animals.
Science is the highest priority here. Anything other than that is balderdash.
*Cool!!*
A bird made of gold and black paper flies up to the window. It begins to sing about a party being held in the Gilded City, and how they are invited.
Damon reaches out and crushes it in his hand. He looks upon the crushed paper mess unamused as Aidonis looks up at him from sewing a new heart into the former chest.
"Would you want to try to find the nightmare constellations sometime? Starwatching can be a great passtime!"
"That sounds nice. I'll finally have a good excuse to spend more time with you, too."
"I hope you know youre always welcome in my domain! I love seeing my friends!"
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"That sounds nice. I'll finally have a good excuse to spend more time with you, too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What's a party without friends, after all?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They close their eyes and squish a piece of cloud into a ball.
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
"Everything I wish for will be granted?' They laugh, "Fine then, I would like a list of the current gods, their number of followers, and a margarita."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*So twighlight, aightttt!*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
On the outlands of the oasis spawns a grey desert billowing with pillars of green smoke. This wasteland has nothing except a cloudy grey sky with a green ball that is a mockery of the sun. It casts a disgusting glow down on the grey soil that is littered with ruins of former homes that are now laid to waste forever in this version of hell.
Nothing here moves or crawls unless it is something made truly of ones nightmares. People... Or should we say former people, trudge around, looking for anything to devour. They are covered in pus ridden boils or their skin has become bloated and diseased. They tear each other apart from limb to lb to simply live and eat.
Within a iron tower in the center of this wasteland is a Doctor and his false angelic assistant. They share this domain.
The Doctor is a mockery of human life. He has short, unruly black hair that is the color of ravens. Beady, black eyes they never stay focused. And pale skin that veins with a green substance to keep him alive. This is Aidonis.
The angelic assistant is no angel. He is composed of body parts of others with wings torn from a thousand real angels to keep him alive. He has pale blonde hair that slightly falls over his equally pale blue eyes. His skin is the color of fresh snow, not that this place has seen any of that. This is Damon.
They have a team of highly trained medical professionals who study diseases night and day with little sleep. They test it out on those unlucky enough to incurred the dual gods wrath. Then they are discarded like common animals.
Science is the highest priority here. Anything other than that is balderdash.
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
*yay I wanted a twilight god!*
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
*scary*
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
"We can get you the margarita."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cool!!*
A bird made of gold and black paper flies up to the window. It begins to sing about a party being held in the Gilded City, and how they are invited.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Good enough, do you know if any of the humans of this realm have started governments or wars as of yet?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Special one :)*
— 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 undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Every god has pretty much their own government where they are monarch. A couple of gods, such as me and the freedom deities, care little for rulership, however, and prefer democracy over theocracy. No wars as of yet, but Ashkhorne may change that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ashkorne?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*CYNOOOOOOO*
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
"Goddess of war. The oldest demigod, but still just a demigod."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damon reaches out and crushes it in his hand. He looks upon the crushed paper mess unamused as Aidonis looks up at him from sewing a new heart into the former chest.
"What the bloody hells Damon?!" Aidonis snarls.
"I don't like music." The angelic creature said.
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
*YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHH!!!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ok, second question, do we have a sun god yet.*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"I hope you know youre always welcome in my domain! I love seeing my friends!"
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)