"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. “Beautiful.” Kila gently opens the dove’s mouth, pressing his finger to its tongue. “The gift of fire, to aid it in its survival.” He removes his finger and strokes its head.
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Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
From his chariot, Kila greets him as well.
The grave god bows to Kila with a sweeping motion.
"Welcome, fellow demigod. Pleased to make you acquaintance."
*Do you need a description?*
He laughs, his smile as warm as the sun itself. “You as well. My name is Kilashi, but you can call me Kila.”
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"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. “Beautiful.” Kila gently opens the dove’s mouth, pressing his finger to its tongue. “The gift of fire, to aid it in its survival.” He removes his finger and strokes its head.
Morgana smiles "Perhaps... A phoenix..." She ponders, thinking out loud "A bird that cannot die but tis always reborn from the ashes."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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.
“It was.. not given a chance to flee or fight.” He murmurs quietly. “Domestication is something I frown upon immensely. Alcohol consumption as well.”
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"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. “Beautiful.” Kila gently opens the dove’s mouth, pressing his finger to its tongue. “The gift of fire, to aid it in its survival.” He removes his finger and strokes its head.
Morgana smiles "Perhaps... A phoenix..." She ponders, thinking out loud "A bird that cannot die but tis always reborn from the ashes."
Kila closes his eyes. “To create such a creature, we would look death in the eyes and defy it the pleasure of taking yet another soul. Can we do that?”
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"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. “Beautiful.” Kila gently opens the dove’s mouth, pressing his finger to its tongue. “The gift of fire, to aid it in its survival.” He removes his finger and strokes its head.
Morgana smiles "Perhaps... A phoenix..." She ponders, thinking out loud "A bird that cannot die but tis always reborn from the ashes."
Kila closes his eyes. “To create such a creature, we would look death in the eyes and defy it the pleasure of taking yet another soul. Can we do that?”
"Ah, I would hate to make Koszmar mad at us for doing so... He is my friend I would hate to make him cross." She smiles "Perhaps this is enough for now then.. until we try to be bolder."
"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.
“It was.. not given a chance to flee or fight.” He murmurs quietly. “Domestication is something I frown upon immensely. Alcohol consumption as well.”
"Well, I am afraid we are of different minds. My power comes from the end of life, and I get to see those creatures once they are gone. Alcohol is important to human development, even if it happens to be a sinful indulgence."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
From his chariot, Kila greets him as well.
The grave god bows to Kila with a sweeping motion.
"Welcome, fellow demigod. Pleased to make you acquaintance."
*Do you need a description?*
He laughs, his smile as warm as the sun itself. “You as well. My name is Kilashi, but you can call me Kila.”
*That would be nice.*
"I am Koszmar, god of the Harvest and of the Grave."
*He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.*
Kila tilts his head. “Grave and Harvest? That is interesting. Do you represent.. death?”
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"Ah, I would hate to make Koszmar mad at us for doing so... He is my friend I would hate to make him cross." She smiles "Perhaps this is enough for now then.. until we try to be bolder."
He lets the dove go. “I do need more practice. This is quite new for me.”
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Morgana raises her hand to the sky and closes one eye. "Tis that time I suppose." She smile at Kila "I will see you when I am rebirthed as my child. Till then, have a lovely day." She says and ruffles their hair like a mother would.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Koszmar emerges from his mausoleum, spreading his arms wide to greet the day.
From his chariot, Kila greets him as well.
The grave god bows to Kila with a sweeping motion.
"Welcome, fellow demigod. Pleased to make you acquaintance."
*Do you need a description?*
He laughs, his smile as warm as the sun itself. “You as well. My name is Kilashi, but you can call me Kila.”
*That would be nice.*
"I am Koszmar, god of the Harvest and of the Grave."
*He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.*
Kila tilts his head. “Grave and Harvest? That is interesting. Do you represent.. death?”
*Beautiful*
"Indeed I do. But I see death and life as equals, and meant to supplement each other. Death to improve life, and life to improve death."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, I am afraid we are of different minds. My power comes from the end of life, and I get to see those creatures once they are gone. Alcohol is important to human development, even if it happens to be a sinful indulgence."
“What good comes from the consumption of poison? It clouds the mind, not enlightens it.”
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Morgana raises her hand to the sky and closes one eye. "Tis that time I suppose." She smile at Kila "I will see you when I am rebirthed as my child. Till then, have a lovely day." She says and ruffles their hair like a mother would.
He smiles. “Goodbye Morgana. May the sun guide you and your fire drive you.”
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"Well, I am afraid we are of different minds. My power comes from the end of life, and I get to see those creatures once they are gone. Alcohol is important to human development, even if it happens to be a sinful indulgence."
“What good comes from the consumption of poison? It clouds the mind, not enlightens it.”
"It is not the poison itself, but the pursuit of it. The heart of progress is want, and humans demand simple, easy pleasures, even if it will cost them their lives."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Fiabrath is still a demigod, what are the limits to their powers?)
(I would be more specific, I mean if I waited to create something, how long would it take? can I make a creature? And if so can it be intelligent? How does this work?)
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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.
"Indeed I do. But I see death and life as equals, and meant to supplement each other. Death to improve life, and life to improve death."
*Ty!*
”Death has always been.. death follows me.” He says quietly. “Fire is known for its passion, its warmth, but also its rage. I sometimes worry that it will consume me.”
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*Hey!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles. “Beautiful.” Kila gently opens the dove’s mouth, pressing his finger to its tongue. “The gift of fire, to aid it in its survival.” He removes his finger and strokes its head.
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*Do you need a description?*
He laughs, his smile as warm as the sun itself. “You as well. My name is Kilashi, but you can call me Kila.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Morgana smiles "Perhaps... A phoenix..." She ponders, thinking out loud "A bird that cannot die but tis always reborn from the ashes."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“It was.. not given a chance to flee or fight.” He murmurs quietly. “Domestication is something I frown upon immensely. Alcohol consumption as well.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
(Fiabrath is still a demigod, what are the limits to their powers?)
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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Kila closes his eyes. “To create such a creature, we would look death in the eyes and defy it the pleasure of taking yet another soul. Can we do that?”
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*That would be nice.*
"I am Koszmar, god of the Harvest and of the Grave."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, I would hate to make Koszmar mad at us for doing so... He is my friend I would hate to make him cross." She smiles "Perhaps this is enough for now then.. until we try to be bolder."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, I am afraid we are of different minds. My power comes from the end of life, and I get to see those creatures once they are gone. Alcohol is important to human development, even if it happens to be a sinful indulgence."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.*
Kila tilts his head. “Grave and Harvest? That is interesting. Do you represent.. death?”
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He lets the dove go. “I do need more practice. This is quite new for me.”
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Morgana raises her hand to the sky and closes one eye. "Tis that time I suppose." She smile at Kila "I will see you when I am rebirthed as my child. Till then, have a lovely day." She says and ruffles their hair like a mother would.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Beautiful*
"Indeed I do. But I see death and life as equals, and meant to supplement each other. Death to improve life, and life to improve death."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“What good comes from the consumption of poison? It clouds the mind, not enlightens it.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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He smiles. “Goodbye Morgana. May the sun guide you and your fire drive you.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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"It is not the poison itself, but the pursuit of it. The heart of progress is want, and humans demand simple, easy pleasures, even if it will cost them their lives."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(I would be more specific, I mean if I waited to create something, how long would it take? can I make a creature? And if so can it be intelligent? How does this work?)
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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*YAAAAAAY. Now to make child version of the goddess of life :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ty!*
”Death has always been.. death follows me.” He says quietly. “Fire is known for its passion, its warmth, but also its rage. I sometimes worry that it will consume me.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ