They join in the enjoyment of life, though if the original Happy Chaos inspected their aura, they would sense the Twin Flames power.
The original Happy Chaos walks among the mortals, healing those he can, he notices the Twin Flames power and searches for the leader of the new refugees.
The one that stands out to him is an Aasimar with a spectral arm. She has a bow slung over her shoulder and an axe at her side. She is telling a story to a group of children about the ‘Scorpion Sleep’, a tall tale about a scorpion that enters your pillow to give you nightmares.
He makes a chair with a snap of his fingers, sitting cross legged. He waits for the story to be finish, he’s pissed but he isn’t going to get in the middle of someone’s story.
She finishes the story, and shoos the children off to their parents as she sets up her cot.
He looks at her, his voice and eyes frigid as an endless winter “Why the [gp] are you here.” His rage like an frozen inferno.
She looks up, surprised, then puts a smile on her face. “Whoa. Cool your jets, big guy. We died here from something a few decades ago, I think. The Twin Flames brought us back and sent us here to ‘continue living as you did before’ or something. I didn’t personally talk to him. Or them. Hard to get a read.”
He seems to become more calm “I don’t believe you, though that doesn’t matter. You shall be safe in this city regardless of if I think you should die or not.” He stands up, leaning forward to stare straight into her eyes “I cannot guarantee your safety outside of this city. I would do my best to but I can’t protect everyone.”
She does a semi-sarcastic bow. “I have no plans on leaving your godliness. Unless gave me a reason to.”
“Oh we are being sarcastic now. Fabulous.” He runs a hand through his hair, finally back to his normal self “Do you wish to join the counsel, deciding where this city goes?”
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie is in a burned down house, trying to contact the frenzy while in a trance.
They join in the enjoyment of life, though if the original Happy Chaos inspected their aura, they would sense the Twin Flames power.
The original Happy Chaos walks among the mortals, healing those he can, he notices the Twin Flames power and searches for the leader of the new refugees.
The one that stands out to him is an Aasimar with a spectral arm. She has a bow slung over her shoulder and an axe at her side. She is telling a story to a group of children about the ‘Scorpion Sleep’, a tall tale about a scorpion that enters your pillow to give you nightmares.
He makes a chair with a snap of his fingers, sitting cross legged. He waits for the story to be finish, he’s pissed but he isn’t going to get in the middle of someone’s story.
She finishes the story, and shoos the children off to their parents as she sets up her cot.
He looks at her, his voice and eyes frigid as an endless winter “Why the [gp] are you here.” His rage like an frozen inferno.
She looks up, surprised, then puts a smile on her face. “Whoa. Cool your jets, big guy. We died here from something a few decades ago, I think. The Twin Flames brought us back and sent us here to ‘continue living as you did before’ or something. I didn’t personally talk to him. Or them. Hard to get a read.”
He seems to become more calm “I don’t believe you, though that doesn’t matter. You shall be safe in this city regardless of if I think you should die or not.” He stands up, leaning forward to stare straight into her eyes “I cannot guarantee your safety outside of this city. I would do my best to but I can’t protect everyone.”
She does a semi-sarcastic bow. “I have no plans on leaving your godliness. Unless gave me a reason to.”
“Oh we are being sarcastic now. Fabulous.” He runs a hand through his hair, finally back to his normal self “Do you wish to join the counsel, deciding where this city goes?”
“Doesn’t it go here.” She points at the ground.
He chuckles “You know what I meant you sassy [gp].” He slaps her on the back “I like you, definitely someone I don’t hate.”
The fire giants have gotten impatient waiting for Visk to complete the forest, now felling the trees, thousands falling and being transported to the Volcano by the hour
“Oh, a bit impatient are we. No matter, this will be a good gauge to determine the proper rate of growth it will need.” Visk says unfazed, increasing the growth rates.
”I hope they also enjoy the greater wildlife as well.”
The forest is filled with powerful beasts and monstrosities of sizes not seen elsewhere but this gargantuan forest. Even things like squirrels, songbirds, and insects are at least large in size category.
The head giant, a Forgecaller thinks out loud “Each tree is around 1,000 feet tall and 50 wide, such a tree can power one forge for a day, each giant has one forge, over 20,00 giant, Forgecallers count double and there are 10 normal giants for every one Forgecaller and 3 Dreadnaughts for every one Forgecaller, forging one suit of Dreadnaught armor takes 3 times the power than a regular day’s work and we have Dreadnaught repair days every week and repairing Dreadnaught armor takes half as much energy than a full suit…” He continues on, talking about food, repairs to building, building new forges and equipment and growth, doing a lot of math
*It is indeed questionable if Visk can keep it up in the long run or not, but he will give it a good old college try since Foréirwas willing to compromise at all and he wishes to honor his side of that compromise. Though he does wonder what is the heck they need all these resources for. It’s like they are building an army or something.*
*Because they are in a way. Foréir’s plan is to gain First Strike Capability in the event someone tries to attack his giants and the constant weapon testing is expensive and the amount of food they consume. Why did you think the giants have Russian accents? Also he’s building an entire city underground without using god powers. Why? Because the giants need a place to live and god power are ‘Cheating’*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
They join in the enjoyment of life, though if the original Happy Chaos inspected their aura, they would sense the Twin Flames power.
The original Happy Chaos walks among the mortals, healing those he can, he notices the Twin Flames power and searches for the leader of the new refugees.
The one that stands out to him is an Aasimar with a spectral arm. She has a bow slung over her shoulder and an axe at her side. She is telling a story to a group of children about the ‘Scorpion Sleep’, a tall tale about a scorpion that enters your pillow to give you nightmares.
He makes a chair with a snap of his fingers, sitting cross legged. He waits for the story to be finish, he’s pissed but he isn’t going to get in the middle of someone’s story.
She finishes the story, and shoos the children off to their parents as she sets up her cot.
He looks at her, his voice and eyes frigid as an endless winter “Why the [gp] are you here.” His rage like an frozen inferno.
She looks up, surprised, then puts a smile on her face. “Whoa. Cool your jets, big guy. We died here from something a few decades ago, I think. The Twin Flames brought us back and sent us here to ‘continue living as you did before’ or something. I didn’t personally talk to him. Or them. Hard to get a read.”
He seems to become more calm “I don’t believe you, though that doesn’t matter. You shall be safe in this city regardless of if I think you should die or not.” He stands up, leaning forward to stare straight into her eyes “I cannot guarantee your safety outside of this city. I would do my best to but I can’t protect everyone.”
She does a semi-sarcastic bow. “I have no plans on leaving your godliness. Unless gave me a reason to.”
“Oh we are being sarcastic now. Fabulous.” He runs a hand through his hair, finally back to his normal self “Do you wish to join the counsel, deciding where this city goes?”
“Doesn’t it go here.” She points at the ground.
He chuckles “You know what I meant you sassy [gp].” He slaps her on the back “I like you, definitely someone I don’t hate.”
“Right back at ya. Sure, why not join the council?” She says the last word with extreme dramatic flair.”
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
hello again, Oh great one.
“Hello Marie. You seeked to contact me?”
yes… before we further discuss our possible deal, what do you know of the undying King Herionidus?
They join in the enjoyment of life, though if the original Happy Chaos inspected their aura, they would sense the Twin Flames power.
The original Happy Chaos walks among the mortals, healing those he can, he notices the Twin Flames power and searches for the leader of the new refugees.
The one that stands out to him is an Aasimar with a spectral arm. She has a bow slung over her shoulder and an axe at her side. She is telling a story to a group of children about the ‘Scorpion Sleep’, a tall tale about a scorpion that enters your pillow to give you nightmares.
He makes a chair with a snap of his fingers, sitting cross legged. He waits for the story to be finish, he’s pissed but he isn’t going to get in the middle of someone’s story.
She finishes the story, and shoos the children off to their parents as she sets up her cot.
He looks at her, his voice and eyes frigid as an endless winter “Why the [gp] are you here.” His rage like an frozen inferno.
She looks up, surprised, then puts a smile on her face. “Whoa. Cool your jets, big guy. We died here from something a few decades ago, I think. The Twin Flames brought us back and sent us here to ‘continue living as you did before’ or something. I didn’t personally talk to him. Or them. Hard to get a read.”
He seems to become more calm “I don’t believe you, though that doesn’t matter. You shall be safe in this city regardless of if I think you should die or not.” He stands up, leaning forward to stare straight into her eyes “I cannot guarantee your safety outside of this city. I would do my best to but I can’t protect everyone.”
She does a semi-sarcastic bow. “I have no plans on leaving your godliness. Unless gave me a reason to.”
“Oh we are being sarcastic now. Fabulous.” He runs a hand through his hair, finally back to his normal self “Do you wish to join the counsel, deciding where this city goes?”
“Doesn’t it go here.” She points at the ground.
He chuckles “You know what I meant you sassy [gp].” He slaps her on the back “I like you, definitely someone I don’t hate.”
“Right back at ya. Sure, why not join the council?” She says the last word with extreme dramatic flair.”
“We could use someone who is more connected to the mortals so it’s great to have you.” He gives her a pin for being a counsel member before walking off.
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
hello again, Oh great one.
“Hello Marie. You seeked to contact me?”
yes… before we further discuss our possible deal, what do you know of the undying King Herionidus?
“That he created you along with all of the other vampires but was killed by the overgod the swarm. You must understand I am still a newborn compared to the age of other gods so my knowledge is much less.”
They join in the enjoyment of life, though if the original Happy Chaos inspected their aura, they would sense the Twin Flames power.
The original Happy Chaos walks among the mortals, healing those he can, he notices the Twin Flames power and searches for the leader of the new refugees.
The one that stands out to him is an Aasimar with a spectral arm. She has a bow slung over her shoulder and an axe at her side. She is telling a story to a group of children about the ‘Scorpion Sleep’, a tall tale about a scorpion that enters your pillow to give you nightmares.
He makes a chair with a snap of his fingers, sitting cross legged. He waits for the story to be finish, he’s pissed but he isn’t going to get in the middle of someone’s story.
She finishes the story, and shoos the children off to their parents as she sets up her cot.
He looks at her, his voice and eyes frigid as an endless winter “Why the [gp] are you here.” His rage like an frozen inferno.
She looks up, surprised, then puts a smile on her face. “Whoa. Cool your jets, big guy. We died here from something a few decades ago, I think. The Twin Flames brought us back and sent us here to ‘continue living as you did before’ or something. I didn’t personally talk to him. Or them. Hard to get a read.”
He seems to become more calm “I don’t believe you, though that doesn’t matter. You shall be safe in this city regardless of if I think you should die or not.” He stands up, leaning forward to stare straight into her eyes “I cannot guarantee your safety outside of this city. I would do my best to but I can’t protect everyone.”
She does a semi-sarcastic bow. “I have no plans on leaving your godliness. Unless gave me a reason to.”
“Oh we are being sarcastic now. Fabulous.” He runs a hand through his hair, finally back to his normal self “Do you wish to join the counsel, deciding where this city goes?”
“Doesn’t it go here.” She points at the ground.
He chuckles “You know what I meant you sassy [gp].” He slaps her on the back “I like you, definitely someone I don’t hate.”
“Right back at ya. Sure, why not join the council?” She says the last word with extreme dramatic flair.”
“We could use someone who is more connected to the mortals so it’s great to have you.” He gives her a pin for being a counsel member before walking off.
“Kinda of anticlimactic, but ok.” She continues setting up her cot.
“Kinda of anticlimactic, but ok.” She continues setting up her cot.
“Yes because drama is needed for this city to thrive.” He says as he walks away, a pillar of light appears over her and a booming voice shouts “COUNSEL MEMBER FOUND!”
The fire giants have gotten impatient waiting for Visk to complete the forest, now felling the trees, thousands falling and being transported to the Volcano by the hour
“Oh, a bit impatient are we. No matter, this will be a good gauge to determine the proper rate of growth it will need.” Visk says unfazed, increasing the growth rates.
”I hope they also enjoy the greater wildlife as well.”
The forest is filled with powerful beasts and monstrosities of sizes not seen elsewhere but this gargantuan forest. Even things like squirrels, songbirds, and insects are at least large in size category.
The head giant, a Forgecaller thinks out loud “Each tree is around 1,000 feet tall and 50 wide, such a tree can power one forge for a day, each giant has one forge, over 20,00 giant, Forgecallers count double and there are 10 normal giants for every one Forgecaller and 3 Dreadnaughts for every one Forgecaller, forging one suit of Dreadnaught armor takes 3 times the power than a regular day’s work and we have Dreadnaught repair days every week and repairing Dreadnaught armor takes half as much energy than a full suit…” He continues on, talking about food, repairs to building, building new forges and equipment and growth, doing a lot of math
*It is indeed questionable if Visk can keep it up in the long run or not, but he will give it a good old college try since Foréirwas willing to compromise at all and he wishes to honor his side of that compromise. Though he does wonder what is the heck they need all these resources for. It’s like they are building an army or something.*
*Because they are in a way. Foréir’s plan is to gain First Strike Capability in the event someone tries to attack his giants and the constant weapon testing is expensive and the amount of food they consume. Why did you think the giants have Russian accents? Also he’s building an entire city underground without using god powers. Why? Because the giants need a place to live and god power are ‘Cheating’*
*That is fair. Well, Visk will continue for as long as he can, with a possible spike in growth once he is level 4. Until then he enjoys his work, plays some fun music and enjoy some revelry and feasting as he does so.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“That is understandable. You mentioned you came back to life though…?” One Couatl says.
“Uh, yeah. Undead. My arm is proof. Wonder what happened to it.”
“That is fascinating. I know of a will that collects souls and turns them into demons, and another that collects souls for reincarnation. This is the first I have heard of a will bringing them back to their original life.”
All of the clones as well as the real Happy Chaos himself are in the city of peace working. The walls of the city are here and the people inside are well fed and safe.
a giant clockwork arthrpod walks up to the city
One of the clones stands on the city walls “Stay away from the city please. We wouldn’t like destruction.”
tempors voice booms from its head "i just want to look"
The clone holds its hands up “It’s not finished yet, I want it to be a surprise.”
"nothing is a surprise to me. also, i sorta wanted to show off my new creation."
“Firstly that no surprise statement is definitely false. Anyway show it off to someone who doesn’t have a city full of fragile mortals.”
All of the clones as well as the real Happy Chaos himself are in the city of peace working. The walls of the city are here and the people inside are well fed and safe.
a giant clockwork arthrpod walks up to the city
One of the clones stands on the city walls “Stay away from the city please. We wouldn’t like destruction.”
tempors voice booms from its head "i just want to look"
The clone holds its hands up “It’s not finished yet, I want it to be a surprise.”
"nothing is a surprise to me. also, i sorta wanted to show off my new creation."
“Firstly that no surprise statement is definitely false. Anyway show it off to someone who doesn’t have a city full of fragile mortals.”
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
hello again, Oh great one.
“Hello Marie. You seeked to contact me?”
yes… before we further discuss our possible deal, what do you know of the undying King Herionidus?
“That he created you along with all of the other vampires but was killed by the overgod the swarm. You must understand I am still a newborn compared to the age of other gods so my knowledge is much less.”
I see… well, I must have you know that even with whatever we agree to with your pact, I will not betray my lord Herionidus, for he still lives on beyond death.
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie is in a burned down house, trying to contact the frenzy while in a trance.
They find that many of the settlements of in the north have been recently abandoned, especially those near the domain of Foréir. They also would discover the edge of a massive forest that seems to have sprouted up out of nowhere despite the more hospitable weather. The forest is teeming with the energies of Revelry, the primal power of the Wilds, and a potent aura of Arcane fey magic.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Doesn’t it go here.” She points at the ground.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The gravediggers are up in the north, ransacking razed settlements and killing and eating any survivors. They always leave on or two alive to spread their story.
Marie is in a burned down house, trying to contact the frenzy while in a trance.
He chuckles “You know what I meant you sassy [gp].” He slaps her on the back “I like you, definitely someone I don’t hate.”
*Because they are in a way. Foréir’s plan is to gain First Strike Capability in the event someone tries to attack his giants and the constant weapon testing is expensive and the amount of food they consume. Why did you think the giants have Russian accents? Also he’s building an entire city underground without using god powers. Why? Because the giants need a place to live and god power are ‘Cheating’*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Marie feels the sound of a phone ringing in her head. (let’s just pretend that’s how telepathy works in this world.) She recognizes the signal coming from the Frenzy.
hello again, Oh great one.
“Hello Marie. You seeked to contact me?”
“Right back at ya. Sure, why not join the council?” She says the last word with extreme dramatic flair.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
yes… before we further discuss our possible deal, what do you know of the undying King Herionidus?
“We could use someone who is more connected to the mortals so it’s great to have you.” He gives her a pin for being a counsel member before walking off.
“That he created you along with all of the other vampires but was killed by the overgod the swarm. You must understand I am still a newborn compared to the age of other gods so my knowledge is much less.”
“Kinda of anticlimactic, but ok.” She continues setting up her cot.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Yes because drama is needed for this city to thrive.” He says as he walks away, a pillar of light appears over her and a booming voice shouts “COUNSEL MEMBER FOUND!”
*That is fair. Well, Visk will continue for as long as he can, with a possible spike in growth once he is level 4. Until then he enjoys his work, plays some fun music and enjoy some revelry and feasting as he does so.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“That is fascinating. I know of a will that collects souls and turns them into demons, and another that collects souls for reincarnation. This is the first I have heard of a will bringing them back to their original life.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*a pair of torches, maybe? lanterns? a branch?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"fine" the arthropod jumps away.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The clones waves them off.
I see… well, I must have you know that even with whatever we agree to with your pact, I will not betray my lord Herionidus, for he still lives on beyond death.
They find that many of the settlements of in the north have been recently abandoned, especially those near the domain of Foréir. They also would discover the edge of a massive forest that seems to have sprouted up out of nowhere despite the more hospitable weather. The forest is teeming with the energies of Revelry, the primal power of the Wilds, and a potent aura of Arcane fey magic.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills