There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
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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
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
He doesn’t have a temperature or scent, and he appears as a cloud of multicoloured light. He opens the book.
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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
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
He doesn’t have a temperature or scent, and he appears as a cloud of multicoloured light. He opens the book.
It seems to store information in a more direct way than words. The pages look like moving scribbles in every color, including some that don't exist.
Hello
Are you interested in a good, informative read this cycle?
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
He doesn’t have a temperature or scent, and he appears as a cloud of multicoloured light. He opens the book.
It seems to store information in a more direct way than words. The pages look like moving scribbles in every color, including some that don't exist.
Hello
Are you interested in a good, informative read this cycle?
One can never have too much knowledge. What are you willing to tell?
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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
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Zeem picks it up.
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
He doesn’t have a temperature or scent, and he appears as a cloud of multicoloured light. He opens the book.
It seems to store information in a more direct way than words. The pages look like moving scribbles in every color, including some that don't exist.
Hello
Are you interested in a good, informative read this cycle?
One can never have too much knowledge. What are you willing to tell?
Everything I know, sir. Shall I take it from the top?
The way it... "talks" gives the feeling that it would be difficult to shut up once it gets going.
Everything I know, sir. Shall I take it from the top?
The way it... "talks" gives the feeling that it would be difficult to shut up once it gets going.
Of course, tell me all that you know. But lie to me and I’ll kill you, understand? He pauses. I’m just messing with you, ha! Now, what stories do you hold?
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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
Everything I know, sir. Shall I take it from the top?
The way it... "talks" gives the feeling that it would be difficult to shut up once it gets going.
Of course, tell me all that you know. But lie to me and I’ll kill you, understand? He pauses. I’m just messing with you, ha! Now, what stories do you hold?
Well, first, you should know that I am a compendium of Old World history and eldritch techniques, and I am descriptive, not prescriptive. Just because I contain it does not mean I endorse it, in other words. Is that clear enough? Some of my previous owners had trouble with that concept, so I'm trying to be as clear as possible.
Four human-looking gods appear next to Zeem, two on each side. One is surrounded by apex predators from every ecosystem imaginable, and the earth beneath her cracks and rumbles as she cracks her knuckles. The second is smirking, and lifts his hands up as the lake next to Gorath rises. The third is encased in elaborate armour made of fire, and wields two longswords, also made of fire. The last floats a bit off the ground, her hair whipping around as if caught in a gale, lightning flickering across her fingertips.
Zeem stares Gorath dead in the eyes, all humour escaped from his face. “These are my generals,” he says. “And they don’t take kindly to rude visitors.”
Zeradi, Earth and Wild Domains Nariel, Water and Luck Domains Dorwraek, Fire and Forge Domains Cyltrianna, Wind and Tempest Domains
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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
Four human-looking gods appear next to Zeem, two on each side. One is surrounded by apex predators from every ecosystem imaginable, and the earth beneath her cracks and rumbles as she cracks her knuckles. The second is smirking, and lifts his hands up as the lake next to Gorath rises. The third is encased in elaborate armour made of fire, and wields two longswords, also made of fire. The last floats a bit off the ground, her hair whipping around as if caught in a gale, lightning flickering across her fingertips.
Zeem stares Gorath dead in the eyes, all humour escaped from his face. “These are my generals,” he says. “And they don’t take kindly to rude visitors.”
Zeradi, Earth and Wild Domains Nariel, Water and Luck Domains Dorwraek, Fire and Forge Domains Cyltrianna, Wind and Tempest Domains
Everything I know, sir. Shall I take it from the top?
The way it... "talks" gives the feeling that it would be difficult to shut up once it gets going.
Of course, tell me all that you know. But lie to me and I’ll kill you, understand? He pauses. I’m just messing with you, ha! Now, what stories do you hold?
Well, first, you should know that I am a compendium of Old World history and eldritch techniques, and I am descriptive, not prescriptive. Just because I contain it does not mean I endorse it, in other words. Is that clear enough? Some of my previous owners had trouble with that concept, so I'm trying to be as clear as possible.
Yes, I understand completely. I admire that.
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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
Four human-looking gods appear next to Zeem, two on each side. One is surrounded by apex predators from every ecosystem imaginable, and the earth beneath her cracks and rumbles as she cracks her knuckles. The second is smirking, and lifts his hands up as the lake next to Gorath rises. The third is encased in elaborate armour made of fire, and wields two longswords, also made of fire. The last floats a bit off the ground, her hair whipping around as if caught in a gale, lightning flickering across her fingertips.
Zeem stares Gorath dead in the eyes, all humour escaped from his face. “These are my generals,” he says. “And they don’t take kindly to rude visitors.”
Zeradi, Earth and Wild Domains Nariel, Water and Luck Domains Dorwraek, Fire and Forge Domains Cyltrianna, Wind and Tempest Domains
*Neato!*
*thanks! I’ve been wanting to intro these ever since i could have more than one god*
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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
(Np)
"Nice to meet you. What's your stance on this battle happening?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I’m gonna intro in a bit*
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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“It should be stopped as soon as possible.”
he points to the rocs circling the battlefield, basically trying to find any way to help and the storm above.
”I did that.”
Each of his allies that aren’t greater gods, that is
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 might intro here one last time...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I sadly have to go, I was almost finished writing the last post, but then it disappeared, so I’ll go offline and finish this tomorrow, byeeeeeee!*
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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Extended Signature
*aww byeee!! my intro is nearly done as well, see ya tomorrow!!*
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
There is a book sitting on the ground. Its covers twitch as though alive. It has many dog-eared pages, and, despite its monstrous appearance and movements, seems to have been well-loved.
"Ars Monstrorum" reads the fleshy cover.
Not even the great gods of knowledge remember anything about this book. As far as they can tell, it doesn't exist, yet somehow has been found.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Zeem picks it up.
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
It makes a noise between a rustle and a purr. Tiny sensory organs on the cover twitch as they take in Zeem's scent, appearance, temperature, electromagnetic frequency, and so on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He doesn’t have a temperature or scent, and he appears as a cloud of multicoloured light. He opens the book.
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
It seems to store information in a more direct way than words. The pages look like moving scribbles in every color, including some that don't exist.
Hello
Are you interested in a good, informative read this cycle?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
One can never have too much knowledge. What are you willing to tell?
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 know, sir. Shall I take it from the top?
The way it... "talks" gives the feeling that it would be difficult to shut up once it gets going.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Of course, tell me all that you know. But lie to me and I’ll kill you, understand? He pauses. I’m just messing with you, ha! Now, what stories do you hold?
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
Well, first, you should know that I am a compendium of Old World history and eldritch techniques, and I am descriptive, not prescriptive. Just because I contain it does not mean I endorse it, in other words. Is that clear enough? Some of my previous owners had trouble with that concept, so I'm trying to be as clear as possible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*new intro! my second character(s) here, finally*
Four human-looking gods appear next to Zeem, two on each side. One is surrounded by apex predators from every ecosystem imaginable, and the earth beneath her cracks and rumbles as she cracks her knuckles. The second is smirking, and lifts his hands up as the lake next to Gorath rises. The third is encased in elaborate armour made of fire, and wields two longswords, also made of fire. The last floats a bit off the ground, her hair whipping around as if caught in a gale, lightning flickering across her fingertips.
Zeem stares Gorath dead in the eyes, all humour escaped from his face. “These are my generals,” he says. “And they don’t take kindly to rude visitors.”
Zeradi, Earth and Wild Domains
Nariel, Water and Luck Domains
Dorwraek, Fire and Forge Domains
Cyltrianna, Wind and Tempest Domains
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
*Neato!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Yes, I understand completely. I admire 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)
Extended signature: Here
*thanks! I’ve been wanting to intro these ever since i could have more than one 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