*How would you describe your Greater Wills ideals? For the Twin Flames, 'Everybody deserves to live, even after they died'.*
*Foréir: Optimization is the reason for existence. Create, destroy and build back better
SIN: Live life to the fullest, because it can be over before you know it. And when you do die, go out in a blaze of glory
C.O.D.D: Rid the world of diseases. By any means necessary. True innovation requires sacrifices to make, for the ends justify the means*
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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!”
*How would you describe your Greater Wills ideals? For the Twin Flames, 'Everybody deserves to live, even after they died'.*
Volumdremaak: 'In Life, Death, and Unlife, mortals deserve comfort and happiness. All mortals deserve the right to choose the fate of their souls. The shadows need not be feared, for their cool embrace can bring safety and peace.
Mephilia: 'Protect the life and will of those under her care, and all those seeking aid. To forge oneself and create a brighter future. To lead by example, command from the front lines, and always remain present to the people.'
Visk: 'Life is a collection of milestones, achievements, traditions, and wonders, and all should be celebrated. Life have no meaning if one can not take enjoyment from it, take the time to have fun and unwind. Laughter is the greatest gift of life, and it should be shared with all.'
Xezithic: 'The elements are the fundamental building blocks of the universe, there power commands respect. Mastering the elements is paramount to mastering oneself, for all life exists because of them. To follow one's instincts is to follow the call of the elemental forces within you, heed there call and hone them'
*How would you describe your Greater Wills ideals? For the Twin Flames, 'Everybody deserves to live, even after they died'.
*Tarcza: The gods are cruel, humans need a protector.*
*Looks like Happy Chaos would like Tarcza.*
*probably, but Tarcza like hated most gods and also most demons, especially Cogintius and the mythos of order. Very violent giant death lion.*
*Well Happy Chaos kinda hates everyone that disrespects mortals or thinks themselves more important than anyone else.*
*they might have actually gotten along!*
*also, fun fact: Tarcza, along with its twin Zarznac, was created by humans after Cogintius did the whole gibbering Mouther thing, in a ritual called the banquet of Travesties.*
*Technically, Xezithic is the least "overtly benevolent" Will I have, and even then they aren't really a hostile entity.*
*and it seems that Herionidus is the least ‘Overtly Malevolent,’ will I have, and even then they aren’t really a docile entity. You know, with the flesh eating priests and all. Quite fun*
*Technically, Xezithic is the least "overtly benevolent" Will I have, and even then they aren't really a hostile entity.*
*and it seems that Herionidus is the least ‘Overtly Malevolent,’ will I have, and even then they aren’t really a docile entity. You know, with the flesh eating priests and all. Quite fun*
*also Xezithic, in, opinion, is awesome.*
*I greatly enjoy them. They are actually part of a pair in my Homebrew world's pantheon. They are the Aboleth that took over the remnants of the Elemental Chaos and became master to all elementals, while their twin Giasis took over the remnant of the Astral Sea and controls the divine portion of the weave of magic, and is the leader of the celestials.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
C.O.D.D is ‘Kidnapping’ any remaining stragglers from the North as it can
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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!”
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
Hello… whatever you are. I have some questions. Why do you have the deathbloom, the great symbol of our god’s love and peace, the sacred flower placed on his equally sacred shrine in his crypt? How did you obtain it?
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
Hello… whatever you are. I have some questions. Why do you have the deathbloom, the great symbol of our god’s love and peace, the sacred flower placed on his equally sacred shrine in his crypt? How did you obtain it?
"Hm...I obtained the Deathbloom after entering the crypt after Savut's attack against the great tree and the Gravediggers. I was originally there to aid her but could not find her within. I instead found the artifact. I ended up making contact with it, which set off the rejuvenation of the Valley." A whispering female voice echoes through the darkness.
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
Hello… whatever you are. I have some questions. Why do you have the deathbloom, the great symbol of our god’s love and peace, the sacred flower placed on his equally sacred shrine in his crypt? How did you obtain it?
"Hm...I obtained the Deathbloom after entering the crypt after Savut's attack against the great tree and the Gravediggers. I was originally there to aid her but could not find her within. I instead found the artifact. I ended up making contact with it, which set off the rejuvenation of the Valley." A whispering female voice echoes through the darkness.
Okay… so you desecrated our god’s crypt, took their most prized possession, and are now using it to heal the valley. Okay, that last part actually isn’t bad. Now, what are you?
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
Hello… whatever you are. I have some questions. Why do you have the deathbloom, the great symbol of our god’s love and peace, the sacred flower placed on his equally sacred shrine in his crypt? How did you obtain it?
"Hm...I obtained the Deathbloom after entering the crypt after Savut's attack against the great tree and the Gravediggers. I was originally there to aid her but could not find her within. I instead found the artifact. I ended up making contact with it, which set off the rejuvenation of the Valley." A whispering female voice echoes through the darkness.
Okay… so you desecrated our god’s crypt, took their most prized possession, and are now using it to heal the valley. Okay, that last part actually isn’t bad. Now, what are you?
"I am a Greater Will, a Old One from before this world. I seek to bring comfort and peace to the souls whether living, dead, or undead. I am aware my actions in entering that tomb would be taboo to many, but the harm and destruction the vampires caused echoed through the souls of those they slaughtered, too traumatized to move on and twisted by fear and pain." She whispers, anger briefly swelling in her voice, imaging the suffering those souls endured.
"Those harrowing cries of agony fueled my desire to stop these creatures...but they have moved on it seems. The Deathbloom began to wilt after its effects were triggered, and I feared for what that could mean. It requires the power of a Will to use and keep it nurtured from what I have gathered. On top of that, I feared that the sudden rejuvenation would draw the attention of others....and was fearful of the artifact being taken by others less well meaning. So, I felt a bit at an impasse..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Kagorax is waiting for confirmation about the city.
The Fathomless has created another mountain near HC's City of Peace, a whole mile tall. On the top of this mountain is a sanctum for the residents of the CoP (City of Peace) to go to in an emergency, if one arises.
EJO is STILL thinking of new will ideas.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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*Foréir: Optimization is the reason for existence. Create, destroy and build back better
SIN: Live life to the fullest, because it can be over before you know it. And when you do die, go out in a blaze of glory
C.O.D.D: Rid the world of diseases. By any means necessary. True innovation requires sacrifices to make, for the ends justify the means*
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!”
*Looks like Happy Chaos would like Tarcza.*
Volumdremaak: 'In Life, Death, and Unlife, mortals deserve comfort and happiness. All mortals deserve the right to choose the fate of their souls. The shadows need not be feared, for their cool embrace can bring safety and peace.
Mephilia: 'Protect the life and will of those under her care, and all those seeking aid. To forge oneself and create a brighter future. To lead by example, command from the front lines, and always remain present to the people.'
Visk: 'Life is a collection of milestones, achievements, traditions, and wonders, and all should be celebrated. Life have no meaning if one can not take enjoyment from it, take the time to have fun and unwind. Laughter is the greatest gift of life, and it should be shared with all.'
Xezithic: 'The elements are the fundamental building blocks of the universe, there power commands respect. Mastering the elements is paramount to mastering oneself, for all life exists because of them. To follow one's instincts is to follow the call of the elemental forces within you, heed there call and hone them'
"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
*probably, but Tarcza like hated most gods and also most demons, especially Cogintius and the mythos of order. Very violent giant death lion.*
*Well Happy Chaos kinda hates everyone that disrespects mortals or thinks themselves more important than anyone else.*
*they might have actually gotten along!*
*also, fun fact: Tarcza, along with its twin Zarznac, was created by humans after Cogintius did the whole gibbering Mouther thing, in a ritual called the banquet of Travesties.*
*Technically, Xezithic is the least "overtly benevolent" Will I have, and even then they aren't really a hostile entity.*
"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
*and it seems that Herionidus is the least ‘Overtly Malevolent,’ will I have, and even then they aren’t really a docile entity. You know, with the flesh eating priests and all. Quite fun*
*also Xezithic, in, opinion, is awesome.*
*I greatly enjoy them. They are actually part of a pair in my Homebrew world's pantheon. They are the Aboleth that took over the remnants of the Elemental Chaos and became master to all elementals, while their twin Giasis took over the remnant of the Astral Sea and controls the divine portion of the weave of magic, and is the leader of the celestials.*
"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
Foréir has gone back to the volcano to supervisor
SIN is training his warriors
C.O.D.D is ‘Kidnapping’ any remaining stragglers from the North as it can
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!”
"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
Please do.
Suddenly, the woman finds herself completely in darkness, save for a few wisps providing a few specks of light in an otherwise total sea of black void. Despite this, she feels peace and comfort radiating from all corners. Then, a massive draconic eye opens up Infront of her, looking down at her. *If you have ever seen the animated opening of Critical Role for Campaign 2, its like that.*
"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
Hello… whatever you are. I have some questions. Why do you have the deathbloom, the great symbol of our god’s love and peace, the sacred flower placed on his equally sacred shrine in his crypt? How did you obtain it?
"Hm...I obtained the Deathbloom after entering the crypt after Savut's attack against the great tree and the Gravediggers. I was originally there to aid her but could not find her within. I instead found the artifact. I ended up making contact with it, which set off the rejuvenation of the Valley." A whispering female voice echoes through the darkness.
"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
Okay… so you desecrated our god’s crypt, took their most prized possession, and are now using it to heal the valley. Okay, that last part actually isn’t bad. Now, what are you?
"I am a Greater Will, a Old One from before this world. I seek to bring comfort and peace to the souls whether living, dead, or undead. I am aware my actions in entering that tomb would be taboo to many, but the harm and destruction the vampires caused echoed through the souls of those they slaughtered, too traumatized to move on and twisted by fear and pain." She whispers, anger briefly swelling in her voice, imaging the suffering those souls endured.
"Those harrowing cries of agony fueled my desire to stop these creatures...but they have moved on it seems. The Deathbloom began to wilt after its effects were triggered, and I feared for what that could mean. It requires the power of a Will to use and keep it nurtured from what I have gathered. On top of that, I feared that the sudden rejuvenation would draw the attention of others....and was fearful of the artifact being taken by others less well meaning. So, I felt a bit at an impasse..."
"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
*unfortunately I must go*
*all good, see ya!*
"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
Kagorax is waiting for confirmation about the city.
The Fathomless has created another mountain near HC's City of Peace, a whole mile tall. On the top of this mountain is a sanctum for the residents of the CoP (City of Peace) to go to in an emergency, if one arises.
EJO is STILL thinking of new will ideas.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.