Himy has an idea for a new will and wonders if he can start them at level three
After about a day or so, Mephilia would fly down to the encampment with a huge sack of magically enchanted storm weapons.
Visk continues to grow more trees with his Tree Mothers, Treants, and Dryads. The back and forth have helped him perfect several of his types of tree, and his little Fey keep an eye on the giants to figure out which trees and other resources they seem to favor to prioritize those. Throughout the forest, music plays. Pleasant and vibrant music on Visk’s end and music that helps the giants keep up their spirits during there lumbering.
SIN opens the bag “Nice!”
They seem to go after the tallest and widest trees, as well as the ones with the most fruit
“These weapons have various properties of a storms power. Light weapons that boost the wielder’s speed and shock their opponents. Heavy Weapons with the concussive force of thunder that can knock down even the largest of threats, Range weapons that strike so fast they can shock the target, temporarily immobilizing their bodies. Slashing weapons that can create a slicing wave of gale winds when swung that can strike far away targets…” Mephilia continues to explain the various lightning, wind, and thunder based properties of the different weapons she created. All are beautiful and masterly crafted. She has also created some gauntlets and other accessories to gift storm based powers to any unarmed fighters or spellcasters in SIN’s group.
Visk and the Tree mothers decides to focus on those sorts of trees, ensuring they are at their biggest and most healthy with plenty of fruit.
“Perfect. Almost like the divided aspects of my weapon.”
The efficiency of the giants is impressive, some dedicated to cutting down the trees, using carts pulled by gold-forged sentinels to pull the trees away and others making sure they don’t cut down an unnecessary amount of trees
“Thank you. Luckily for myself I have a bit of experience crafting dragons with properties of the storms so it was helpful to apply that knowledge to this task. All the weapons are also crafted from pure Adamantine, so they will withstand almost and blow or damage they take….barring such damage from a greater will directly. I hope they serve you, and should you find you need weapons with different properties let me know.”
Visk works through the day, and when there is a bit of a rest period he enjoys small bouts of revelry to keep himself and his subjects spirits high. He doesn’t intrude on the giants due to past grievances, but they often find large baskets with all manner of food items, sweets, and alcohol left for them. As the master of celebrations and festivities, he wants everyone to have a good time.
“No, no. These are truly perfect. Such beautiful tools of war and battle.”
”Nope!” Foréir shouts “We cannot take a break right now!” He summons a clipboard in a burst of flame “We’re already 37 days behind schedule.”
”Not even the alcohol, boss?”
”Remember what happened last time?”
”Taking a botched great axe out of someone’s head was hard.”
”And messy. And put us behind schedule!” He summons a megaphone (likely the first one ever) “GET BACK TO WORK!”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Himy has an idea for a new will and wonders if he can start them at level three
After about a day or so, Mephilia would fly down to the encampment with a huge sack of magically enchanted storm weapons.
Visk continues to grow more trees with his Tree Mothers, Treants, and Dryads. The back and forth have helped him perfect several of his types of tree, and his little Fey keep an eye on the giants to figure out which trees and other resources they seem to favor to prioritize those. Throughout the forest, music plays. Pleasant and vibrant music on Visk’s end and music that helps the giants keep up their spirits during there lumbering.
SIN opens the bag “Nice!”
They seem to go after the tallest and widest trees, as well as the ones with the most fruit
“These weapons have various properties of a storms power. Light weapons that boost the wielder’s speed and shock their opponents. Heavy Weapons with the concussive force of thunder that can knock down even the largest of threats, Range weapons that strike so fast they can shock the target, temporarily immobilizing their bodies. Slashing weapons that can create a slicing wave of gale winds when swung that can strike far away targets…” Mephilia continues to explain the various lightning, wind, and thunder based properties of the different weapons she created. All are beautiful and masterly crafted. She has also created some gauntlets and other accessories to gift storm based powers to any unarmed fighters or spellcasters in SIN’s group.
Visk and the Tree mothers decides to focus on those sorts of trees, ensuring they are at their biggest and most healthy with plenty of fruit.
“Perfect. Almost like the divided aspects of my weapon.”
The efficiency of the giants is impressive, some dedicated to cutting down the trees, using carts pulled by gold-forged sentinels to pull the trees away and others making sure they don’t cut down an unnecessary amount of trees
“Thank you. Luckily for myself I have a bit of experience crafting dragons with properties of the storms so it was helpful to apply that knowledge to this task. All the weapons are also crafted from pure Adamantine, so they will withstand almost and blow or damage they take….barring such damage from a greater will directly. I hope they serve you, and should you find you need weapons with different properties let me know.”
Visk works through the day, and when there is a bit of a rest period he enjoys small bouts of revelry to keep himself and his subjects spirits high. He doesn’t intrude on the giants due to past grievances, but they often find large baskets with all manner of food items, sweets, and alcohol left for them. As the master of celebrations and festivities, he wants everyone to have a good time.
“No, no. These are truly perfect. Such beautiful tools of war and battle.”
”Nope!” Foréir shouts “We cannot take a break right now!” He summons a clipboard in a burst of flame “We’re already 37 days behind schedule.”
”Not even the alcohol, boss?”
”Remember what happened last time?”
”Taking a botched great axe out of someone’s head was hard.”
”And messy. And put us behind schedule!” He summons a megaphone (likely the first one ever) “GET BACK TO WORK!”
“I’m glad you like them. Now I’ll see to it that a supply chain of food is set up for your men.” Mephilia says before she takes off to get to work.
”Oh, well that was quite the loud.” Visk says surprised by the projected voice as he is continuing his growing, taking a swig from a floating goblet filled with a golden liquid.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Himy has an idea for a new will and wonders if he can start them at level three
After about a day or so, Mephilia would fly down to the encampment with a huge sack of magically enchanted storm weapons.
Visk continues to grow more trees with his Tree Mothers, Treants, and Dryads. The back and forth have helped him perfect several of his types of tree, and his little Fey keep an eye on the giants to figure out which trees and other resources they seem to favor to prioritize those. Throughout the forest, music plays. Pleasant and vibrant music on Visk’s end and music that helps the giants keep up their spirits during there lumbering.
SIN opens the bag “Nice!”
They seem to go after the tallest and widest trees, as well as the ones with the most fruit
“These weapons have various properties of a storms power. Light weapons that boost the wielder’s speed and shock their opponents. Heavy Weapons with the concussive force of thunder that can knock down even the largest of threats, Range weapons that strike so fast they can shock the target, temporarily immobilizing their bodies. Slashing weapons that can create a slicing wave of gale winds when swung that can strike far away targets…” Mephilia continues to explain the various lightning, wind, and thunder based properties of the different weapons she created. All are beautiful and masterly crafted. She has also created some gauntlets and other accessories to gift storm based powers to any unarmed fighters or spellcasters in SIN’s group.
Visk and the Tree mothers decides to focus on those sorts of trees, ensuring they are at their biggest and most healthy with plenty of fruit.
“Perfect. Almost like the divided aspects of my weapon.”
The efficiency of the giants is impressive, some dedicated to cutting down the trees, using carts pulled by gold-forged sentinels to pull the trees away and others making sure they don’t cut down an unnecessary amount of trees
“Thank you. Luckily for myself I have a bit of experience crafting dragons with properties of the storms so it was helpful to apply that knowledge to this task. All the weapons are also crafted from pure Adamantine, so they will withstand almost and blow or damage they take….barring such damage from a greater will directly. I hope they serve you, and should you find you need weapons with different properties let me know.”
Visk works through the day, and when there is a bit of a rest period he enjoys small bouts of revelry to keep himself and his subjects spirits high. He doesn’t intrude on the giants due to past grievances, but they often find large baskets with all manner of food items, sweets, and alcohol left for them. As the master of celebrations and festivities, he wants everyone to have a good time.
“No, no. These are truly perfect. Such beautiful tools of war and battle.”
”Nope!” Foréir shouts “We cannot take a break right now!” He summons a clipboard in a burst of flame “We’re already 37 days behind schedule.”
”Not even the alcohol, boss?”
”Remember what happened last time?”
”Taking a botched great axe out of someone’s head was hard.”
”And messy. And put us behind schedule!” He summons a megaphone (likely the first one ever) “GET BACK TO WORK!”
“I’m glad you like them. Now I’ll see to it that a supply chain of food is set up for your men.” Mephilia says before she takes off to get to work.
”Oh, well that was quite the loud.” Visk says surprised by the projected voice as he is continuing his growing, taking a swig from a floating goblet filled with a golden liquid.
“Thanks again!”
Foréir scowls him “I question why I even tolerate you.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
*hehe*
*Who even is Aemulus?*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The Fathomless is near the City of Peace. His cultists and mage-priests are adding the finishing touches to the Magic Nexus.
Kagorax is busily drilling his armies in the underworld.
*Boop*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP*
Flying overhead of the army is a murder of crows. Greenish tinted feathers, tongues sharp as razors, and they’re the size of huskies. They perch on nearby rocks and watch this going on.
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
*hehe*
*Who even is Aemulus?*
*Aemulus is one of Faltros’ servants, who happens to have infiltrated the city of order and is close to joining the mythos of order, in order to bring down the city from the inside.*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
*hehe*
*Who even is Aemulus?*
*Aemulus is one of Faltros’ servants, who happens to have infiltrated the city of order and is close to joining the mythos of order, in order to bring down the city from the inside.*
*already almost the opposite of Kag, who is warlike, brutal and very unsubtle.*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
*hehe*
*Who even is Aemulus?*
*Aemulus is one of Faltros’ servants, who happens to have infiltrated the city of order and is close to joining the mythos of order, in order to bring down the city from the inside.*
*already almost the opposite of Kag, who is warlike, brutal and very unsubtle.*
The Fathomless is near the City of Peace. His cultists and mage-priests are adding the finishing touches to the Magic Nexus.
Kagorax is busily drilling his armies in the underworld.
*Boop*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP*
Flying overhead of the army is a murder of crows. Greenish tinted feathers, tongues sharp as razors, and they’re the size of huskies. They perch on nearby rocks and watch this going on.
How did they get here…
A Balor, clearly a general, notices. It quickly tells Kag. Kagorax glances at the crows, instructs his two Balor generals to continue the drills and moves closer to the crows.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The Fathomless is near the City of Peace. His cultists and mage-priests are adding the finishing touches to the Magic Nexus.
Kagorax is busily drilling his armies in the underworld.
*Boop*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP*
Flying overhead of the army is a murder of crows. Greenish tinted feathers, tongues sharp as razors, and they’re the size of huskies. They perch on nearby rocks and watch this going on.
How did they get here…
A Balor, clearly a general, notices. It quickly tells Kag. Kagorax glances at the crows, instructs his two Balor generals to continue the drills and moves closer to the crows.
One of them hops closer to Kagorax.
”Faltros?” It caws in a strange mockery of a human voice.
”Friend of Faltros?”
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*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“No, no. These are truly perfect. Such beautiful tools of war and battle.”
”Nope!” Foréir shouts “We cannot take a break right now!” He summons a clipboard in a burst of flame “We’re already 37 days behind schedule.”
”Not even the alcohol, boss?”
”Remember what happened last time?”
”Taking a botched great axe out of someone’s head was hard.”
”And messy. And put us behind schedule!” He summons a megaphone (likely the first one ever) “GET BACK TO WORK!”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I’m glad you like them. Now I’ll see to it that a supply chain of food is set up for your men.” Mephilia says before she takes off to get to work.
”Oh, well that was quite the loud.” Visk says surprised by the projected voice as he is continuing his growing, taking a swig from a floating goblet filled with a golden liquid.
"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
*Boop*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Thanks again!”
Foréir scowls him “I question why I even tolerate you.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*i can do that.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*how should we decide who does it?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*and Aemulus would definitely establish their own base of worship in said city without telling Kagorax, despite the fact they are technically on the same side.*
*I am just saying. Kag is NOT fussy about who he gets rid of.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Maybe the most powerful will? Kag has 36,000 power at the moment*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*hehe*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Who even is Aemulus?*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Flying overhead of the army is a murder of crows. Greenish tinted feathers, tongues sharp as razors, and they’re the size of huskies. They perch on nearby rocks and watch this going on.
How did they get here…
*Aemulus is one of Faltros’ servants, who happens to have infiltrated the city of order and is close to joining the mythos of order, in order to bring down the city from the inside.*
*already almost the opposite of Kag, who is warlike, brutal and very unsubtle.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*well they’re gonna be fun together*
*Balatro really just wants his own cult*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Balor, clearly a general, notices. It quickly tells Kag. Kagorax glances at the crows, instructs his two Balor generals to continue the drills and moves closer to the crows.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
One of them hops closer to Kagorax.
”Faltros?” It caws in a strange mockery of a human voice.
”Friend of Faltros?”