Deep under the city, there was a castle. It was old and crumbling, but the entire city was founded on it. But it's gone now. No one noticed since it was covered by other buildings anyway.
But when the castle reappeared in the middle of the forest, now refreshed and filled with nightmarish, eldritch corruption... well, people are taking notice. Decadent excess and wealth spill out from the castle as strange, dark energies. Plants and animals, all strange and very delicious, grow just outside the gates.
One of the castle's servants, so far the only entity from the place that has been seen, is walking toward the city. He seems to be a normal human, although he does walk with a crutch. He wears soft, flowy clothes, all white, black, and green, with a woven basket to match. The basket is empty, barring a piece of paper.
Echo gently pokes him
psychopath ^-^
Theren stirs slightly. "huh?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Shambler reaches down and cradles a fern. "It’s . . . dying.”
He gently moves the leaves and pushes energy into the plant. It grows taller, and a few small flowers blossom in its leaves.
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'Woah, that's beautiful!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“It was always beautiful.”
Shambler stands.
”But now? Now we can all see it.”
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The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
'Ya a good guy, Shambler!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"hey"
psychopath ^-^
He rubs his eyes. "Whats up..?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Deep under the city, there was a castle. It was old and crumbling, but the entire city was founded on it. But it's gone now. No one noticed since it was covered by other buildings anyway.
But when the castle reappeared in the middle of the forest, now refreshed and filled with nightmarish, eldritch corruption... well, people are taking notice. Decadent excess and wealth spill out from the castle as strange, dark energies. Plants and animals, all strange and very delicious, grow just outside the gates.
One of the castle's servants, so far the only entity from the place that has been seen, is walking toward the city. He seems to be a normal human, although he does walk with a crutch. He wears soft, flowy clothes, all white, black, and green, with a woven basket to match. The basket is empty, barring a piece of paper.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why are you here and not in your room?"
psychopath ^-^
"I didn't mean to fall asleep..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo chuckles
psychopath ^-^
"...i also got kicked out of my room..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How come?"
psychopath ^-^
"Couldn't pay for it..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You can stay in mine"
psychopath ^-^
"i...thanks.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You're welcome"
psychopath ^-^
"Hm? If, good morning alex."
He sits up, moving over a bit for echo
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.