Koszmar moves over to the kobold in sweeping movements and gives a bow.
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
*Awesome intro, my man.*
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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.
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."
Morgana chuckles "Ye should've became a God of craftsmanship and carpentry." She compliments. She raises her staff high as vines gently wrap around the beams of wood, creating seals so water cannot get inside and they are binded tighter. She smiles happily as, with a sweep of her staff, gardens of every flower imaginable are formed around it home.
She smiles at her work and swipes at her brow "Lovely.." she mutters to herself.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
*Awesome intro, my man.*
*thanks man, yours was incredible too
obviously i stick the three point landing lol*
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
Morgana, a woman with white hair, pale grey skin, and white flowing robes looks over at them. She wave kindly and bares a warm smile in their direction.
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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."
Morgana chuckles "Ye should've became a God of craftsmanship and carpentry." She compliments. She raises her staff high as vines gently wrap around the beams of wood, creating seals so water cannot get inside and they are binded tighter. She smiles happily as, with a sweep of her staff, gardens of every flower imaginable are formed around it home.
She smiles at her work and swipes at her brow "Lovely.." she mutters to herself.
"Beautiful, my fair maiden. It will be an honor to have your name chiseled in stone in my lands. A true honor."
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
A group of humans investigate the building.
Inside are many bookshelves stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, as well as many desks. Xeem’fwel’che sits at one of the desks tinkering with a small metal object and reading from a 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
"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."
Morgana chuckles "Ye should've became a God of craftsmanship and carpentry." She compliments. She raises her staff high as vines gently wrap around the beams of wood, creating seals so water cannot get inside and they are binded tighter. She smiles happily as, with a sweep of her staff, gardens of every flower imaginable are formed around it home.
She smiles at her work and swipes at her brow "Lovely.." she mutters to herself.
"Beautiful, my fair maiden. It will be an honor to have your name chiseled in stone in my lands. A true honor."
"It would be an honor for me to even be in your presence." She says and smiles again, beaming slightly. "But I thank you for the compliment."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
A group of humans investigate the building.
Inside are many bookshelves stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, as well as many desks. Xeem’fwel’che sits at one of the desks tinkering with a small metal object and reading from a book.
The humans start exploring the room, most investigating and opening the books. One of them looks at the metal object Xeem’fwel’che is tinkering with.
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
Koszmar, a cloaked figure with silver hair and orange eyes, approaches. "My, my. What craftsmanship." It knocks at the door exactly, and precisely, three times. "May I enter?"
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
A group of humans investigate the building.
Inside are many bookshelves stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, as well as many desks. Xeem’fwel’che sits at one of the desks tinkering with a small metal object and reading from a book.
The humans start exploring the room, most investigating and opening the books. One of them looks at the metal object Xeem’fwel’che is tinkering with.
The books are in every language imaginable, and the ones who find some they can read find information about the different planes, magical items, spells, and other magic stuff.
The object looks to be a cat’s head with emerald eyes.
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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
"It would be an honor for me to even be in your presence." She says and smiles again, beaming slightly. "But I thank you for the compliment."
Koszmar grins. "Dances, feasts, and festivals it will be for you. As above, so below."
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
Koszmar, a cloaked figure with silver hair and orange eyes, approaches. "My, my. What craftsmanship." It knocks at the door exactly, and precisely, three times. "May I enter?"
“Indeed you may. And what is your name? Oh shoot you’re not a vampire, are you? Did I just let a vampire into my house?”
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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
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
A group of humans investigate the building.
Inside are many bookshelves stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, as well as many desks. Xeem’fwel’che sits at one of the desks tinkering with a small metal object and reading from a book.
The humans start exploring the room, most investigating and opening the books. One of them looks at the metal object Xeem’fwel’che is tinkering with.
The books are in every language imaginable, and the ones who find some they can read find information about the different planes, magical items, spells, and other magic stuff.
The object looks to be a cat’s head with emerald eyes.
The person investigating the cats head pokes its eyes, curious.
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Koszmar moves over to the kobold in sweeping movements and gives a bow.
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
Galax is tinkering with some gears, makeing a contraption of some sort
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/
Xeem’fwel’che, an imposing neutral demigod of the Arcana domain, lands at The Oasis as if they were a meteor, sticking a three point landing and looking up at the people as dust and small pieces of debris flies from where they fell.
They have long white hair, and their eyes crackle with purple electricity as they look around at their surroundings. Their long black robes flow around them as if caught in a slight breeze, making the gold highlights on them look alive.
They stand up, and as they do, stone rises from the ground around them in a square that closes at the top, forming a small building with a slanted wooden roof.
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
*Awesome intro, my man.*
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 chuckles "Ye should've became a God of craftsmanship and carpentry." She compliments. She raises her staff high as vines gently wrap around the beams of wood, creating seals so water cannot get inside and they are binded tighter. She smiles happily as, with a sweep of her staff, gardens of every flower imaginable are formed around it home.
She smiles at her work and swipes at her brow "Lovely.." she mutters to herself.
A group of humans investigate the building.
"Hello little dragon." She chirps and moves closer, bowing her head "What are ye making?"
*thanks man, yours was incredible too
obviously i stick the three point landing lol*
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
Morgana, a woman with white hair, pale grey skin, and white flowing robes looks over at them. She wave kindly and bares a warm smile in their direction.
"Beautiful, my fair maiden. It will be an honor to have your name chiseled in stone in my lands. A true honor."
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
Inside are many bookshelves stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, as well as many desks. Xeem’fwel’che sits at one of the desks tinkering with a small metal object and reading from a 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 would be an honor for me to even be in your presence." She says and smiles again, beaming slightly. "But I thank you for the compliment."
"Hey! I'm not little!"
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/
The humans start exploring the room, most investigating and opening the books. One of them looks at the metal object Xeem’fwel’che is tinkering with.
Koszmar, a cloaked figure with silver hair and orange eyes, approaches. "My, my. What craftsmanship." It knocks at the door exactly, and precisely, three times. "May I enter?"
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, quite sorry then for offending offering you." She dips her head again.
The books are in every language imaginable, and the ones who find some they can read find information about the different planes, magical items, spells, and other magic stuff.
The object looks to be a cat’s head with emerald eyes.
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
Koszmar grins. "Dances, feasts, and festivals it will be for you. As above, so below."
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
“Indeed you may. And what is your name? Oh shoot you’re not a vampire, are you? Did I just let a vampire into my house?”
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
The person investigating the cats head pokes its eyes, curious.