There is a shimmering light that fills the air in wisps, like mist almost, as a young woman with hair that has the color and shimmer like the moon appears. She wears a long, flowing white dress, bands of silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles, and a lovely silver circlet. She carries a silver staff that looks like a mother holding a child in her arms. Besides her, two brilliant stags with white fur and glowing horns follow in her wake.
She raises a hand to the sky as a small world of her own begins to form from the ground upwards. Tree begin to grow, grass of ever green hue forms, plants bear fruit.
She giggles to herself and twirls her staff merrily.
Koszmar carries itself to her on autumnal trees, bowing as it is lowered to the ground.
She looks over and giggles again "No need to bow Grave-one." She says, her voice almost musical.
"But the mortals would rather enjoy seeing death bow to life, would they not? Why not let them have their fun, and revel as babes?" It chuckles.
"We are equal. Neither of us is better than the other." She said and smiled, leaning on her staff a bit as she watches him.
"How funny it is, that the goddess of Life would bring Strength, while the God of the Grave would bring Knowledge." It creates a table laden with food for the men and women around her.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
There is a shimmering light that fills the air in wisps, like mist almost, as a young woman with hair that has the color and shimmer like the moon appears. She wears a long, flowing white dress, bands of silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles, and a lovely silver circlet. She carries a silver staff that looks like a mother holding a child in her arms. Besides her, two brilliant stags with white fur and glowing horns follow in her wake.
She raises a hand to the sky as a small world of her own begins to form from the ground upwards. Tree begin to grow, grass of ever green hue forms, plants bear fruit.
She giggles to herself and twirls her staff merrily.
Koszmar carries itself to her on autumnal trees, bowing as it is lowered to the ground.
She looks over and giggles again "No need to bow Grave-one." She says, her voice almost musical.
"But the mortals would rather enjoy seeing death bow to life, would they not? Why not let them have their fun, and revel as babes?" It chuckles.
"We are equal. Neither of us is better than the other." She said and smiled, leaning on her staff a bit as she watches him.
"How funny it is, that the goddess of Life would bring Strength, while the God of the Grave would bring Knowledge." It creates a table laden with food for the men and women around her.
"I find it lovely." She chirps happily "The knowledge of what lies beyond their lives, and the strength to live out those lives."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
There is a shimmering light that fills the air in wisps, like mist almost, as a young woman with hair that has the color and shimmer like the moon appears. She wears a long, flowing white dress, bands of silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles, and a lovely silver circlet. She carries a silver staff that looks like a mother holding a child in her arms. Besides her, two brilliant stags with white fur and glowing horns follow in her wake.
She raises a hand to the sky as a small world of her own begins to form from the ground upwards. Tree begin to grow, grass of ever green hue forms, plants bear fruit.
She giggles to herself and twirls her staff merrily.
Koszmar carries itself to her on autumnal trees, bowing as it is lowered to the ground.
She looks over and giggles again "No need to bow Grave-one." She says, her voice almost musical.
"But the mortals would rather enjoy seeing death bow to life, would they not? Why not let them have their fun, and revel as babes?" It chuckles.
"We are equal. Neither of us is better than the other." She said and smiled, leaning on her staff a bit as she watches him.
"How funny it is, that the goddess of Life would bring Strength, while the God of the Grave would bring Knowledge." It creates a table laden with food for the men and women around her.
"I find it lovely." She chirps happily "The knowledge of what lies beyond their lives, and the strength to live out those lives."
"How poetic. Now, I plan on teaching them the wonders of alcohol tomorrow. Would you like to join me? Your mastery over plants will help very much."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"A pleasure to meet you too. I'm Ashkhorhe, and I'm the Goddess of Suffering" she says
"Ah, a Goddess of pain?" She said and chuckled "Ah... While I may not agree with what you uphold in values, I will not fight you for you have every right to be here like I do."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
There is a shimmering light that fills the air in wisps, like mist almost, as a young woman with hair that has the color and shimmer like the moon appears. She wears a long, flowing white dress, bands of silver around her neck, wrists, and ankles, and a lovely silver circlet. She carries a silver staff that looks like a mother holding a child in her arms. Besides her, two brilliant stags with white fur and glowing horns follow in her wake.
She raises a hand to the sky as a small world of her own begins to form from the ground upwards. Tree begin to grow, grass of ever green hue forms, plants bear fruit.
She giggles to herself and twirls her staff merrily.
Koszmar carries itself to her on autumnal trees, bowing as it is lowered to the ground.
She looks over and giggles again "No need to bow Grave-one." She says, her voice almost musical.
"But the mortals would rather enjoy seeing death bow to life, would they not? Why not let them have their fun, and revel as babes?" It chuckles.
"We are equal. Neither of us is better than the other." She said and smiled, leaning on her staff a bit as she watches him.
"How funny it is, that the goddess of Life would bring Strength, while the God of the Grave would bring Knowledge." It creates a table laden with food for the men and women around her.
"I find it lovely." She chirps happily "The knowledge of what lies beyond their lives, and the strength to live out those lives."
"How poetic. Now, I plan on teaching them the wonders of alcohol tomorrow. Would you like to join me? Your mastery over plants will help very much."
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
She smiles warmly "Always."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
She smiles warmly "Always."
Koszmar smiles back. "Come, a child needs shelter, even a deitic child. I shall teach them to make homes. May you make some trees for us?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
She smiles warmly "Always."
Koszmar smiles back. "Come, a child needs shelter, even a deitic child. I shall teach them to make homes. May you make some trees for us?"
Morgana nods and raises her hands to the sky as trees of every kind grow to tremendous heights. She smiles and dances around happily, flowers sprouting from wherever her feet touch the grass.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
She smiles warmly "Always."
Koszmar smiles back. "Come, a child needs shelter, even a deitic child. I shall teach them to make homes. May you make some trees for us?"
Morgana nods and raises her hands to the sky as trees of every kind grow to tremendous heights. She smiles and dances around happily, flowers sprouting from wherever her feet touch the grass.
The grass turns yellow around Koszmar as he picks a tree. He conjures a massive scythe and fells it with a single sweep of the blade. He runs beneath it and braces its fall, taking every ounce of his lordly might to not get crushed.
He stabs the scythe into it and with a single slash, splits the tree off of his back. He carves it into planks and brings the pieces to the humans and begins to teach them how to build, first from sticks, then from logs, then planks. Hours pass as he teaches and teaches. How to fell the trees, how to carve them up, how to plant more trees.
In the end, he returns to Morgana. "The Hearth is the place of life, after all."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
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Ashkhorhe comes over, careful not to ruin anything, lest she invoke the wrath of another god
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
The Goddess of Life looks over and waves happily. "Hello there!" She chirps.
"How funny it is, that the goddess of Life would bring Strength, while the God of the Grave would bring Knowledge." It creates a table laden with food for the men and women around her.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"I find it lovely." She chirps happily "The knowledge of what lies beyond their lives, and the strength to live out those lives."
"Hi. I'm guessing you're a god as well." she says, pausing to give the humans gifts in the form of weapons that bestow they're wielders with courage
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
"Indeed." She says and smiles warmly, leaning on her brilliant silver staff. "My name is Morgana. Tis a lovely pleasure to meet ye."
A group of humans investigates the weapons.
"A pleasure to meet you too. I'm Ashkhorhe, and I'm the Goddess of Suffering" she says
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
"How poetic. Now, I plan on teaching them the wonders of alcohol tomorrow. Would you like to join me? Your mastery over plants will help very much."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"Ah, a Goddess of pain?" She said and chuckled "Ah... While I may not agree with what you uphold in values, I will not fight you for you have every right to be here like I do."
"I would indeed love to join ye." She said and chuckled "Tell me oh God of Death, how do you do on this lovely day?"
"I was just born to this barren world. Unfortunately, the absence of life is not the same as death. Fortunately, The Goddess of war is here, and we can grant them something worth fighting for. Everything in its place, serving its purpose."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"I fully agree." She says and smiles, tilting her face towards the sky "Soon my daughter will be born and I will die and the cycle of life will begin anew again and again. Life never falters but neither does death. Everything has its time, it's place, it's lovely little moment."
"The Harvest must go on."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
She smiles warmly "Always."
Koszmar smiles back. "Come, a child needs shelter, even a deitic child. I shall teach them to make homes. May you make some trees for us?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Morgana nods and raises her hands to the sky as trees of every kind grow to tremendous heights. She smiles and dances around happily, flowers sprouting from wherever her feet touch the grass.
Frodo
A blue kobold pops into existence
This is Galax, a incentive kobold, neutral
So I decided it was time for a new signature
But I don't know what to put in it
Char:
Miko: https://www.heroforge.com/load_share=733873/
Morgana looks over curiously
The grass turns yellow around Koszmar as he picks a tree. He conjures a massive scythe and fells it with a single sweep of the blade. He runs beneath it and braces its fall, taking every ounce of his lordly might to not get crushed.
He stabs the scythe into it and with a single slash, splits the tree off of his back. He carves it into planks and brings the pieces to the humans and begins to teach them how to build, first from sticks, then from logs, then planks. Hours pass as he teaches and teaches. How to fell the trees, how to carve them up, how to plant more trees.
In the end, he returns to Morgana. "The Hearth is the place of life, after all."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can