From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Is it too late to add a god here? I know I'd have to start as a demigod if I did... Saruman*
*i don’t think so. Also, I stopped keeping track of the population because it made things complicated*
*Alright, thanks! Btw, what are the main gods currently?*
*the most powerful is Kilashi, god of the sun, there’s also zeem’fwel’che (I think that’s their name) god of magic, illheia, god of dreams, theres fiabrath, god of visual art, podmorski, a living boat that feeds off of charisma, Hadal, god of the oceans, Ivis, god of storms, rainbows, birds, and snakes, Zidan, god of decadence, and a few others*
*i have 3 gods, Ivis, Thall, the god of toys, and elikam, god of greed and destruction*
*Thanks. Final question: do we have to be on every day to claim followers, or is it an automatic thing we don't need to state?*
*saying in a post that you are claiming followers makes it easier to keep track, but no*
*Is it too late to add a god here? I know I'd have to start as a demigod if I did... Saruman*
*i don’t think so. Also, I stopped keeping track of the population because it made things complicated*
*Alright, thanks! Btw, what are the main gods currently?*
*the most powerful is Kilashi, god of the sun, there’s also zeem’fwel’che (I think that’s their name) god of magic, illheia, god of dreams, theres fiabrath, god of visual art, podmorski, a living boat that feeds off of charisma, Hadal, god of the oceans, Ivis, god of storms, rainbows, birds, and snakes, Zidan, god of decadence, and a few others*
*i have 3 gods, Ivis, Thall, the god of toys, and elikam, god of greed and destruction*
*Thanks. Final question: do we have to be on every day to claim followers, or is it an automatic thing we don't need to state?*
*saying in a post that you are claiming followers makes it easier to keep track, but no*
*Ook (orangutang) thanks.*
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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
“Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”
"So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.
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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
“Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”
"So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.
From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...
Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.
He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
“Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”
"So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.
"Likewise. As you can see, I am but a humble godling, a demigod of no significant power. I am in awe of you, Elikam, and would be pleased to serve you. All I ask in exchange is a leg up in this cruel, uncaring world, for I can see that you are certainly a god of means."
*What is Elikam?*
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He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.
*exists slightly less violently*
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
*saying in a post that you are claiming followers makes it easier to keep track, but no*
*Ook (orangutang) thanks.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*
Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.
Aon’i feels something watching them.
*BAM*
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She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.
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*KABLAM*
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They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.
She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.
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They pay no attention to her.
The chalice is filled with red wine.
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She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.
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The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.
the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.
Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"
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“Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”
"So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.
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“Pleasure to meet you.”
they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.
"Likewise. As you can see, I am but a humble godling, a demigod of no significant power. I am in awe of you, Elikam, and would be pleased to serve you. All I ask in exchange is a leg up in this cruel, uncaring world, for I can see that you are certainly a god of means."
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