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.
Cautiously, they begin to explore the edges of the forest, within range to bolt out of it in an instant.
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.
Cautiously, they begin to explore the edges of the forest, within range to bolt out of it in an instant.
They would soon hear music echoing through the forest, a gentle and happy tune amidst the ambient forests noises.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
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.
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
good. Now, I would not like your full gifts yet as I am not sure I can yet trust you… but perhaps something smaller to make sure you are not masquerading as something trying to help me.
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.
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
good. Now, I would not like your full gifts yet as I am not sure I can yet trust you… but perhaps something smaller to make sure you are not masquerading as something trying to help me.
“Of course, trust is earned not given. I shall forge a weapon for you, something powerful that shall shake the world itself. Would that be of your liking Marie?”
Savut has organized a meeting with Heriondian leaders.
Balatro has animated a couple skeletons, but they are currently little more than shambling beasts.
Gallitsur is (presumably) now inside the city, marveling at its wonders.
There are around ten of them. Each accompanied by a few guards. One of them asks what the purpose of the meeting is.
“Well, as the past few months have indicated, the Gravediggers seem to no longer have any presence in the Valley. My searches conducted on the rim and in the nearby area have concluded that they seem to have left this region entirely.” She explains to the crowd.
Volumdremaak would collect the Deathbloom in a decorative pot filled with soil and hold it within her shadow mass before take off towards the Valley of Herionidus.
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Visk continues making his forest and playing music. He senses powerful creatures enter the forest. "Oh, seems we have visitors!"
The Elemental Quartet are outside the underworld.
The couatls in Happy's city continue to converse and share their wisdom.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
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.
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
good. Now, I would not like your full gifts yet as I am not sure I can yet trust you… but perhaps something smaller to make sure you are not masquerading as something trying to help me.
“Of course, trust is earned not given. I shall forge a weapon for you, something powerful that shall shake the world itself. Would that be of your liking Marie?”
Hmm… earth shaking you say? How about a shovel? They do call me a gravedigger after all…”
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
good. Now, I would not like your full gifts yet as I am not sure I can yet trust you… but perhaps something smaller to make sure you are not masquerading as something trying to help me.
“Of course, trust is earned not given. I shall forge a weapon for you, something powerful that shall shake the world itself. Would that be of your liking Marie?”
Hmm… earth shaking you say? How about a shovel? They do call me a gravedigger after all…”
She can hear amusement in the next words “Clever, this sounds like something we will enjoy. We will contact you soon.” The connection ends.
Cautiously, they begin to explore the edges of the forest, within range to bolt out of it in an instant.
They would soon hear music echoing through the forest, a gentle and happy tune amidst the ambient forests noises.
"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
“We would never ask something like that of you, we may do many things but Herionidus was your maker.”
Arch?
*sorry, I’ll respond to it now. Had to help my siblings with something and got distracted*
*Nah it’s good as long as it happens man. Live life.*
good. Now, I would not like your full gifts yet as I am not sure I can yet trust you… but perhaps something smaller to make sure you are not masquerading as something trying to help me.
“Of course, trust is earned not given. I shall forge a weapon for you, something powerful that shall shake the world itself. Would that be of your liking Marie?”
Savut has organized a meeting with Heriondian leaders.
Balatro has animated a couple skeletons, but they are currently little more than shambling beasts.
Gallitsur is (presumably) now inside the city, marveling at its wonders.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There are around ten of them. Each accompanied by a few guards. One of them asks what the purpose of the meeting is.
Happy Chaos tries to contact him through telepathy, like the ringing of a phone in his mind.
“Well, as the past few months have indicated, the Gravediggers seem to no longer have any presence in the Valley. My searches conducted on the rim and in the nearby area have concluded that they seem to have left this region entirely.” She explains to the crowd.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Volumdremaak would collect the Deathbloom in a decorative pot filled with soil and hold it within her shadow mass before take off towards the Valley of Herionidus.
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Visk continues making his forest and playing music. He senses powerful creatures enter the forest. "Oh, seems we have visitors!"
The Elemental Quartet are outside the underworld.
The couatls in Happy's city continue to converse and share their wisdom.
"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
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
"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
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
Hmm… earth shaking you say? How about a shovel? They do call me a gravedigger after all…”
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
"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
She can hear amusement in the next words “Clever, this sounds like something we will enjoy. We will contact you soon.” The connection ends.
Soon Volumdremaak is flying over the Valley in her draconic form.
"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