Cogintius is practicing battle on a floor in the T.O.M. He established a temporal magic training dummy, and is deliberately fighting with attacks that do not destroy anything.
Faltros is speaking with some of the more devoted Seventeen Warlocks, wondering what the others are doing.
Gibber has, after all his thinking, one singular Will idea.
The Mithril Dragon Paladin is watch Cog train in his Dragonborn form, wishing to gain any insight to hone his own abilities by observing him.
*What is this idea of you don’t mind sharing?*
He stabs with his spear, fires beams of divine energy that bounce harmlessly off the walls, and overall seems to be quite good at combat.
*So there's the Old World before the one the Smorgasboard is set in. I'm imagining there's some sort of void in-between that. This Will would be the embodiment of that void, watching the world before it's destruction that they believe will inevitably happen like the last one. It isn't a case of "I'm mad you disturbed the emptiness and now I'm going to destroy your world", since 1. It doesn't feel too original, 2. I already have Faltros as a villain character, and 3. They figure they will just bide their time as they believe there is no way to stop the destruction. They're just going to watch and see what happens. They might even have knowledge of worlds before the Old World, but I'm not sure if those exist. So basically just a really old elder void being beyond comprehension who just wants to see what the world will do before it kicks the bucket like any other.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
”Hm…what could this mean….” Volumdremaak questions.
Visk chuckles at the tree. “No need to concern yourself with the existential confusion of your nature. You are alive and that’s what’s important, worth celebrating.”
Zeon’s eyes light up recognizing the name “Twin Flames. You met the whole of our being before, Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth. It is good to see you again”
Once all the leaves colors are changed, the wind picks up and takes the leaves to the next tree, repeating the process once more.
“Life.” The tree goes silent. (When the giants try to cut this baby down, they’ll find a surprise)
“You are part of our first friend? Wondrous to meet you again as well, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
He seems completely unconcerned “The boss.”
The flame burn higher in rage.
“ꅐꍟ꒒꒒ ꓅ꑛꍟꁹ, ꓅ꍟ꒒꒒ ꐟꆂꐇ꒓ ꃃꆂꌚꌚ ꓅ꑛꋫ꓅ ꓅ꑛꂑꌚ ꓅꒓ꍟꍟ ꂑꌚ ꐇꁹꁕꍟ꒓ ꁒꐟ ꉣ꒓ꆂ꓅ꍟꏸ꓅ꂑꆂꁹ! ꋫꁹꁕ ꓅ꑛꍟꂑ꒓ꌚ.”^ The ground rumbles as pulses of light go from underground to the hole where the stump was. The branches, trunk, and stump of the tree float upwards and towards the hole. They fuse together, and the tree stands mightier than it did before. A final surge of light increases the height of the tree significantly. From the shadow of the tree climbs out multiple nightwalkers, each with a large bone in hand.
Moments, later, several more giants and over 3 dozen fire elementals “You come on our land and attempt to command us? The suffer the consequences.” The all swing their axes at the tree, as the elementals attack the nightwalkers
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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!”
Cogintius is practicing battle on a floor in the T.O.M. He established a temporal magic training dummy, and is deliberately fighting with attacks that do not destroy anything.
Faltros is speaking with some of the more devoted Seventeen Warlocks, wondering what the others are doing.
Gibber has, after all his thinking, one singular Will idea.
The Mithril Dragon Paladin is watch Cog train in his Dragonborn form, wishing to gain any insight to hone his own abilities by observing him.
*What is this idea of you don’t mind sharing?*
He stabs with his spear, fires beams of divine energy that bounce harmlessly off the walls, and overall seems to be quite good at combat.
*So there's the Old World before the one the Smorgasboard is set in. I'm imagining there's some sort of void in-between that. This Will would be the embodiment of that void, watching the world before it's destruction that they believe will inevitably happen like the last one. It isn't a case of "I'm mad you disturbed the emptiness and now I'm going to destroy your world", since 1. It doesn't feel too original, 2. I already have Faltros as a villain character, and 3. They figure they will just bide their time as they believe there is no way to stop the destruction. They're just going to watch and see what happens. They might even have knowledge of worlds before the Old World, but I'm not sure if those exist. So basically just a really old elder void being beyond comprehension who just wants to see what the world will do before it kicks the bucket like any other.*
*Ah, sounds neat. I’m curious how they would interact with the world and the other wills.*
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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?
"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..."
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
”Hm…what could this mean….” Volumdremaak questions.
Visk chuckles at the tree. “No need to concern yourself with the existential confusion of your nature. You are alive and that’s what’s important, worth celebrating.”
Zeon’s eyes light up recognizing the name “Twin Flames. You met the whole of our being before, Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth. It is good to see you again”
Once all the leaves colors are changed, the wind picks up and takes the leaves to the next tree, repeating the process once more.
“Life.” The tree goes silent. (When the giants try to cut this baby down, they’ll find a surprise)
“You are part of our first friend? Wondrous to meet you again as well, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
He seems completely unconcerned “The boss.”
The flame burn higher in rage.
“ꅐꍟ꒒꒒ ꓅ꑛꍟꁹ, ꓅ꍟ꒒꒒ ꐟꆂꐇ꒓ ꃃꆂꌚꌚ ꓅ꑛꋫ꓅ ꓅ꑛꂑꌚ ꓅꒓ꍟꍟ ꂑꌚ ꐇꁹꁕꍟ꒓ ꁒꐟ ꉣ꒓ꆂ꓅ꍟꏸ꓅ꂑꆂꁹ! ꋫꁹꁕ ꓅ꑛꍟꂑ꒓ꌚ.”^ The ground rumbles as pulses of light go from underground to the hole where the stump was. The branches, trunk, and stump of the tree float upwards and towards the hole. They fuse together, and the tree stands mightier than it did before. A final surge of light increases the height of the tree significantly. From the shadow of the tree climbs out multiple nightwalkers, each with a large bone in hand.
Moments, later, several more giants and over 3 dozen fire elementals “You come on our land and attempt to command us? The suffer the consequences.” The all swing their axes at the tree, as the elementals attack the nightwalkers
“Oh dear…” Visk would back up and use his magic to protect the rest of the forest during this conflict.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
they see a child among tempors followers with such potential
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*Coronet is kinda right, as where GOOs aren’t specifically specified where they come from, just outside reality, and passing through a world doesn’t make you from there anyways.*
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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"
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
*So it's confirmed there is indeed worlds before the Old World?
BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY--*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
*So it's confirmed there is indeed worlds before the Old World?
BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY--*
*no, it’s not a theory, that’s confirmed. It isn’t confirmed however that the Universe canvas is the world directly before, but they both definitely take place in the same general timeline, with the canvas before the Smorgasbord.*
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..."
*technically a demon, then*
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
*So it's confirmed there is indeed worlds before the Old World?
*Sorry, Volumdremaak is an Old One and I meant that she was from a different multiverse, not the old world (she actually hails from my D&D homebrew world for the campaign I DM, all my Will technically come from there actually). *
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
“No child, though we did sense the magical potential. We are seeking those mortals born with a unique gift, magic that radiates from their very souls instead of through the machinations of any Will’s power”
“I practice magic from two sources. Aria’s Winds and the Demon’s Secrets. Neither come from my own bloodline.”
“I see. Do you happen to know of any with such innate potential?”
“Unfortunately not.” Despite her words, the Couatl clearly sees a potential for magic without the help of a Will, one that is exercised.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
He stabs with his spear, fires beams of divine energy that bounce harmlessly off the walls, and overall seems to be quite good at combat.
*So there's the Old World before the one the Smorgasboard is set in. I'm imagining there's some sort of void in-between that. This Will would be the embodiment of that void, watching the world before it's destruction that they believe will inevitably happen like the last one. It isn't a case of "I'm mad you disturbed the emptiness and now I'm going to destroy your world", since 1. It doesn't feel too original, 2. I already have Faltros as a villain character, and 3. They figure they will just bide their time as they believe there is no way to stop the destruction. They're just going to watch and see what happens. They might even have knowledge of worlds before the Old World, but I'm not sure if those exist. So basically just a really old elder void being beyond comprehension who just wants to see what the world will do before it kicks the bucket like any other.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Moments, later, several more giants and over 3 dozen fire elementals “You come on our land and attempt to command us? The suffer the consequences.” The all swing their axes at the tree, as the elementals attack the nightwalkers
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!”
*Ah, sounds neat. I’m curious how they would interact with the world and the other wills.*
"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
*technically a demon, then*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*a demon is specifically a creature from the world before this one, so if you are from a world before the world before this one, you could be a great one. They never specificed I think*
“Oh dear…” Visk would back up and use his magic to protect the rest of the forest during this conflict.
"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
they see a child among tempors followers with such potential
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*ehh... you'd still have to pass through the world before this one.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*cut with Hymy*
Nightwalker (5) initiative 5
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*but they wouldn’t be from that world either way, so you wouldn’t be a demon from just passing through the world.*
*you're the mod, I guess*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Coronet is kinda right, as where GOOs aren’t specifically specified where they come from, just outside reality, and passing through a world doesn’t make you from there anyways.*
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!”
*So it's confirmed there is indeed worlds before the Old World?
BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY--*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*no, it’s not a theory, that’s confirmed. It isn’t confirmed however that the Universe canvas is the world directly before, but they both definitely take place in the same general timeline, with the canvas before the Smorgasbord.*
*(Slurps up scrumptious lore)
also fixing it rq
BUT HEY THAT'S JUST CONFIRMED--*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*A GAME THEORY!*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*A SMORGASBOARD (CONFIRMATION)!*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Sorry, Volumdremaak is an Old One and I meant that she was from a different multiverse, not the old world (she actually hails from my D&D homebrew world for the campaign I DM, all my Will technically come from there actually). *
"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 not.” Despite her words, the Couatl clearly sees a potential for magic without the help of a Will, one that is exercised.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Volumdremaak is speaking to the Herionidian woman
Mephilia is working on improving her kingdom still.
Visk is just trying to grow some trees and the fire giants are fighting a nightwalker summoning fire tree in the middle of his forest.
The Elemental Quartet are traveling along the Herionidus River with their rat friends towards their next destination.
Alabastor has begun is travels around the areas beyond the Kingdom of Duality, heading towards the City of Order.
"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