Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
The gazelle halts in its path, looking skittish. It watches the bowl carefully.
"I do not happen to enjoy poisoning others, if that is what you worry for. I wish to make amends. I will not take your people. I just hope that you know what you bar them from."
I.. am aware. The gazelle swings its head. Thank you. I’m sorry for my outburst.
"I am sorry for my own as well. I think it is best that we do not meddle in each other's affairs."
The gazelle nods its head.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’ve only interacted with two gods, so what are their (the ones in the amazing picture) domains and goals, if you don’t mind me asking?*
*Nedari? He’s a trickery domain god but I’m not fully sure what their goals are. Nedari is close friends with Kila tho. Also thanks :D*
*How could someone join this domain?*
*Do you mean pantheon?*
*right, sorry*
*Probably just talk to some of the members and ask.*
*ok. Your character is Nedari, right?*
*Nah, Redpelt plays Nedari. I play Kila.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Koszmar appears, bowing, and places a large bowl of grapes on the ground. "Hail, Kila. I have come to... apologize... for what I said before."
The gazelle halts in its path, looking skittish. It watches the bowl carefully.
"I do not happen to enjoy poisoning others, if that is what you worry for. I wish to make amends. I will not take your people. I just hope that you know what you bar them from."
I.. am aware. The gazelle swings its head. Thank you. I’m sorry for my outburst.
"I am sorry for my own as well. I think it is best that we do not meddle in each other's affairs."
The gazelle nods its head.
"For purity's sake, my people will have no fire... and your people will have no death."
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
She pats her cheeks as if to feel herself but finds she is at a lost for the sensation. "Is this what death entails?" She asked and took his hand.
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
She pats her cheeks as if to feel herself but finds she is at a lost for the sensation. "Is this what death entails?" She asked and took his hand.
"Yes. Now, look around you. The underworld is yours to enjoy." He waves to the intricately designed cavern around them, where a few souls revel in excess and enjoy the wonderous art around them, images of skeletons and people wrought in glorious detail.
"There are few yet here, but within a decade, that will change."
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"For purity's sake, my people will have no fire... and your people will have no death."
With this, he leaves.
He nods in acknowledgment.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
The four masked god is wandering, investigating the land.
It’s a very lush savanna with tall golden grass waving in the wind, the sun’s glow illuminating the trees. Kila laughs joyously, waving at the god with a smile. His followers dance with him, Kila teaching them the steps. They’re reminiscent of indigenous African rituals and celebratory ceremonies.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
She pats her cheeks as if to feel herself but finds she is at a lost for the sensation. "Is this what death entails?" She asked and took his hand.
"Yes. Now, look around you. The underworld is yours to enjoy." He waves to the intricately designed cavern around them, where a few souls revel in excess and enjoy the wonderous art around them, images of skeletons and people wrought in glorious detail.
"There are few yet here, but within a decade, that will change."
She smiles and examines every little detail. "With both of us, it could be done perhaps on a few years." She grins happily
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
The four masked god is wandering, investigating the land.
It’s a very lush savanna with tall golden grass waving in the wind, the sun’s glow illuminating the trees. Kila laughs joyously, waving at the god with a smile. His followers dance with him, Kila teaching them the steps. They’re reminiscent of indigenous African rituals and celebratory ceremonies.
Lark follows the masked god into the savanna, joining in with Kila's dance. His clumsy young feet trip over themselves in the attempt but it's clear he is enjoying himself.
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
The four masked god is wandering, investigating the land.
It’s a very lush savanna with tall golden grass waving in the wind, the sun’s glow illuminating the trees. Kila laughs joyously, waving at the god with a smile. His followers dance with him, Kila teaching them the steps. They’re reminiscent of indigenous African rituals and celebratory ceremonies.
*the four masked god appears as a life size statue of a man with no head. In place of the head is a glowing orb of mist, which is surrounded by four masks, each different then the other.*
They see you and approach. The mask facing the front of the body depicts an old man’s face. “You’re followers seem to be filled with cultural joy, are they not?”
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
The four masked god is wandering, investigating the land.
It’s a very lush savanna with tall golden grass waving in the wind, the sun’s glow illuminating the trees. Kila laughs joyously, waving at the god with a smile. His followers dance with him, Kila teaching them the steps. They’re reminiscent of indigenous African rituals and celebratory ceremonies.
Lark follows the masked god into the savanna, joining in with Kila's dance. His clumsy young feet trip over themselves in the attempt but it's clear he is enjoying himself.
Kila twirls him into a dance.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*the four masked god appears as a life size statue of a man with no head. In place of the head is a glowing orb of mist, which is surrounded by four masks, each different then the other.*
They see you and approach. The mask facing the front of the body depicts an old man’s face. “You’re followers seem to be filled with cultural joy, are they not?”
Kila laughs. “I suppose that’s one way of putting it! The dog days are drawing closer- it is time to celebrate!”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
She pats her cheeks as if to feel herself but finds she is at a lost for the sensation. "Is this what death entails?" She asked and took his hand.
"Yes. Now, look around you. The underworld is yours to enjoy." He waves to the intricately designed cavern around them, where a few souls revel in excess and enjoy the wonderous art around them, images of skeletons and people wrought in glorious detail.
"There are few yet here, but within a decade, that will change."
She smiles and examines every little detail. "With both of us, it could be done perhaps on a few years." She grins happily
"Patience, patience. Remember, more bodies over a long time is worth more than a smaller amount gained very quickly."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Totally finding a magic girl transformation playlist to listen to now as I rebuild Morgana.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The gazelle nods its head.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Nah, Redpelt plays Nedari. I play Kila.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*oh, ok. Where’s is Kila right now?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"For purity's sake, my people will have no fire... and your people will have no death."
With this, he leaves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
From the wooden coffin, a slender grey skinned hand slowly wraps it's fingers around the hem of the lid, pushing it open. A gasp for air can be heard as the lid is thrown open. It is a woman with long white hair, pale grey skin, and glowing green eyes. She wears a long black dress complete with a mint green sash around her waist. She runs her delicate fingers over her neck as if trying to feel something. She shakes a bit, staring at her hands before chuckling breathlessly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Koszmar helps her down from the wall. "Fair maiden, you have returned."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pats her cheeks as if to feel herself but finds she is at a lost for the sensation. "Is this what death entails?" She asked and took his hand.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yes. Now, look around you. The underworld is yours to enjoy." He waves to the intricately designed cavern around them, where a few souls revel in excess and enjoy the wonderous art around them, images of skeletons and people wrought in glorious detail.
"There are few yet here, but within a decade, that will change."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*In his savanna domain, dancing with his followers.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He nods in acknowledgment.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Koszmar has begun showing the humans how to make mead from honey, and how to catch fish.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The four masked god is wandering, investigating the land.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It’s a very lush savanna with tall golden grass waving in the wind, the sun’s glow illuminating the trees. Kila laughs joyously, waving at the god with a smile. His followers dance with him, Kila teaching them the steps. They’re reminiscent of indigenous African rituals and celebratory ceremonies.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She smiles and examines every little detail. "With both of us, it could be done perhaps on a few years." She grins happily
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Lark follows the masked god into the savanna, joining in with Kila's dance. His clumsy young feet trip over themselves in the attempt but it's clear he is enjoying himself.
*the four masked god appears as a life size statue of a man with no head. In place of the head is a glowing orb of mist, which is surrounded by four masks, each different then the other.*
They see you and approach. The mask facing the front of the body depicts an old man’s face. “You’re followers seem to be filled with cultural joy, are they not?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Kila twirls him into a dance.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kila laughs. “I suppose that’s one way of putting it! The dog days are drawing closer- it is time to celebrate!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Patience, patience. Remember, more bodies over a long time is worth more than a smaller amount gained very quickly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels