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.
They look up from what they’re tinkering on for a moment and smile back.
She walks over and smiles, leaning on her staff. She brushes a strand of white hair behind her ear "Good evening god of the arcane. How art thou?"
“Good evening. I find myself to be quite well today, upon finding this new and interesting land. What is your name?”
"My name is Morgana. Tis a pleasure too meet ye. Tell me your name so I may connect your face to it."
“My name is Xeem’fwel’che, nice to meet you!”
She smiles warmly again "Tell me Xeem'fwel'che, what are ye creating?"
Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
*what alignment is she and do you wanna gain followers?*
Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
*what alignment is she and do you wanna gain followers?*
Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
*what alignment is she and do you wanna gain followers?*
Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
*what alignment is she and do you wanna gain followers?*
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
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She smiles warmly again "Tell me Xeem'fwel'che, what are ye creating?"
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
“It’s a Stone of Good Luck,” they say as they hand it to a human to test.
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“Did it make any difference?”
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Morgana is in the middle of her forest domain, lighting lanterns that adorn the trees and cast shadows aside. They glow a warm yellow light as she brings forth a flame to each iron holder.
Her stags follow her, keeping watch around her as their antlers glow a soft white color.
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
“I think so.”
Koszmar begins building a cathedral for himself, a massive mausoleum meant to hold hundreds at least, with the beginnings of an ossuary underneath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*what alignment is she and do you wanna gain followers?*
“Great! Thanks for the help, little one,” they say, and go back to their book.
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*Neutral Good (Or just Good) and sure.*
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
"A brilliant idea. Together, we could... well, necromancy sounds like a thought."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*okay they gain 30 followers*
“It does indeed. As long as it doesn’t scare the people, I’d love to help in any way I can!”
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
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*Noice.*
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
*what does the alignment do other than change the amount of followers you gain?*
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
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*thats literally it and I’ll probably change that*
"They need only a taste of fear, but... I just realized that we don't have any bodies yet. How droll."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*okay! can i give you suggestions maybe if i think of some?*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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*sure!*
“What do you mean we don’t have bodies? Isn’t this a body?”
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
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*radagast*
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.