After about ten minutes, he is given a smoked Peryton breast sandwich with golden leaf lettuce, a sliced purple fruit called a nocturine (nocturnal nectarine) and various herbs and spices collected from the Twilight Grove in the center of the Kingdom.
He looks at the sandwich for a while, very impressed by the look of things “This is very nice to see. That one person was very right about this place.” He grabs the sandwich and takes a bite, the taste exploding in his mouth. He then places the rest of the pay on the counter and then walks out of the shop munching on the sandwich, he goes to look for the second part of the duality.
His searching would take him through the Golden Fields, the lushes farmlands of Splendor before the sky starts to darken like dusk despite being midday. The Twilight Grove is a small dreamlike forested enclave where the leaves are various shades of dusk and twilight hues with various faerie lights fluttering around the space. Going beyond that, and the world is thrown into perpetual night time, where the only lights that exist are those given off as bioluminescence from the various shadowy flora and fauna that dot the lands of Tenebrous, and the always full moon when it is not obscured by cloud cover.
Unlike Splendor, the mortal settlements are more rural, giving off a strange mix of small village surrounded by dark and eerie woods vibe and a cozy village nestled among the hill vibes. The shadowed lands do look somewhat unsettling, but the aura of the entire realm is peaceful and comforting, like the shadows are giving you a soft and calming embrace. Happy can see that not only are there mortals that are living their daily lives here, but various forms of undead are as well.
"I cannot tell Mephilia this but I definitely like this side of the kingdom much better than the other side." He says bathing in the light and just enjoying the area immensely. He looks for some kind of temple or something similar so that he can speak to the Umberal Dragon he saw earlier. He just walks around eating his sandwich and breathing in the wonderful air and darkness of this side of the kingdom, his foot slapping the ground. He seems slightly cold because of his lack of clothes outside of his pants.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Kagorax is still waiting for confirmation about the city, getting impatient.
A devil walks out. "Uh, sir, Faltros wants to speak to you face to face."
Kagorax sighs. "Take me to him."
"You go. You know where the throne room is. And I'd rather not get my soul slowly burned if he's angry-- I mean, I'd rather not disturb his privacy." The door opens.
Kagorax gives the devil a burning look and stomps off to the throne room, calling back over his shoulder, "Thank your lucky stars that I don't report your cowardice."
"We live deep, deep underground. We don't have 'lucky stars'." He mutters to himself.
In the throne room, Faltros is psychologically torturing a seemingly random mortal from the surface. Kagorax doesn't see anything, but the mortal is terrified. "Is someone there? Help, please! Anything to end this--" Faltros looks and sees Kagorax, then snaps his fingers and the mortal sinks into the ground while screaming in panic. "Ah, Kagorax. You have arrived." He sits in his throne.
"To the point, lord. I have waited long enough and my army tires."
"Ah, yes. The city. Why do you wish to build it? Creating strongholds on the surface could very much draw the ire of other Wills."
"I know now that we cannot cower here forever. The location of this place is no longer a secret and..." He breaks off, unsure about whether the next thing he's going to say is a good idea.
*he cant build it. or at least cant call it the city of chaos.*
*why can’t he?*
*we agreed on determining by highest power points, right? tempor has higher than 36000(the number you stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*i don’t know if EJO ever agreed to that or whether you guys talked and discussed about it after, but I’m not sure. But Kagorax is doing it so I’ll just leave that up to you and EJO to discuss*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*how should we decide who does it?*
*Maybe the most powerful will? Kag has 36,000 power at the moment*
*148000 for tempor, and all the others are between that and yours*
*also, I just realized that I thought you were EJO. the response to 'why cant he' should have been: me and EJO agreed on determining by highest power points. tempor has higher than 36000(the number EJO stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
Kagorax is still waiting for confirmation about the city, getting impatient.
A devil walks out. "Uh, sir, Faltros wants to speak to you face to face."
Kagorax sighs. "Take me to him."
"You go. You know where the throne room is. And I'd rather not get my soul slowly burned if he's angry-- I mean, I'd rather not disturb his privacy." The door opens.
Kagorax gives the devil a burning look and stomps off to the throne room, calling back over his shoulder, "Thank your lucky stars that I don't report your cowardice."
"We live deep, deep underground. We don't have 'lucky stars'." He mutters to himself.
In the throne room, Faltros is psychologically torturing a seemingly random mortal from the surface. Kagorax doesn't see anything, but the mortal is terrified. "Is someone there? Help, please! Anything to end this--" Faltros looks and sees Kagorax, then snaps his fingers and the mortal sinks into the ground while screaming in panic. "Ah, Kagorax. You have arrived." He sits in his throne.
"To the point, lord. I have waited long enough and my army tires."
"Ah, yes. The city. Why do you wish to build it? Creating strongholds on the surface could very much draw the ire of other Wills."
"I know now that we cannot cower here forever. The location of this place is no longer a secret and..." He breaks off, unsure about whether the next thing he's going to say is a good idea.
*he cant build it. or at least cant call it the city of chaos.*
*why can’t he?*
*we agreed on determining by highest power points, right? tempor has higher than 36000(the number you stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*i don’t know if EJO ever agreed to that or whether you guys talked and discussed about it after, but I’m not sure. But Kagorax is doing it so I’ll just leave that up to you and EJO to discuss*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*how should we decide who does it?*
*Maybe the most powerful will? Kag has 36,000 power at the moment*
*148000 for tempor, and all the others are between that and yours*
*also, I just realized that I thought you were EJO. the response to 'why cant he' should have been: me and EJO agreed on determining by highest power points. tempor has higher than 36000(the number EJO stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*Thats not really an agreement. He just gave a suggestion*
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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!”
Kagorax is still waiting for confirmation about the city, getting impatient.
A devil walks out. "Uh, sir, Faltros wants to speak to you face to face."
Kagorax sighs. "Take me to him."
"You go. You know where the throne room is. And I'd rather not get my soul slowly burned if he's angry-- I mean, I'd rather not disturb his privacy." The door opens.
Kagorax gives the devil a burning look and stomps off to the throne room, calling back over his shoulder, "Thank your lucky stars that I don't report your cowardice."
"We live deep, deep underground. We don't have 'lucky stars'." He mutters to himself.
In the throne room, Faltros is psychologically torturing a seemingly random mortal from the surface. Kagorax doesn't see anything, but the mortal is terrified. "Is someone there? Help, please! Anything to end this--" Faltros looks and sees Kagorax, then snaps his fingers and the mortal sinks into the ground while screaming in panic. "Ah, Kagorax. You have arrived." He sits in his throne.
"To the point, lord. I have waited long enough and my army tires."
"Ah, yes. The city. Why do you wish to build it? Creating strongholds on the surface could very much draw the ire of other Wills."
"I know now that we cannot cower here forever. The location of this place is no longer a secret and..." He breaks off, unsure about whether the next thing he's going to say is a good idea.
*he cant build it. or at least cant call it the city of chaos.*
*why can’t he?*
*we agreed on determining by highest power points, right? tempor has higher than 36000(the number you stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*i don’t know if EJO ever agreed to that or whether you guys talked and discussed about it after, but I’m not sure. But Kagorax is doing it so I’ll just leave that up to you and EJO to discuss*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*how should we decide who does it?*
*Maybe the most powerful will? Kag has 36,000 power at the moment*
*148000 for tempor, and all the others are between that and yours*
*also, I just realized that I thought you were EJO. the response to 'why cant he' should have been: me and EJO agreed on determining by highest power points. tempor has higher than 36000(the number EJO stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*Thats not really an agreement. He just gave a suggestion*
*he told me how he wanted to decide, I accepted it. that's an agreement.*
After about ten minutes, he is given a smoked Peryton breast sandwich with golden leaf lettuce, a sliced purple fruit called a nocturine (nocturnal nectarine) and various herbs and spices collected from the Twilight Grove in the center of the Kingdom.
He looks at the sandwich for a while, very impressed by the look of things “This is very nice to see. That one person was very right about this place.” He grabs the sandwich and takes a bite, the taste exploding in his mouth. He then places the rest of the pay on the counter and then walks out of the shop munching on the sandwich, he goes to look for the second part of the duality.
His searching would take him through the Golden Fields, the lushes farmlands of Splendor before the sky starts to darken like dusk despite being midday. The Twilight Grove is a small dreamlike forested enclave where the leaves are various shades of dusk and twilight hues with various faerie lights fluttering around the space. Going beyond that, and the world is thrown into perpetual night time, where the only lights that exist are those given off as bioluminescence from the various shadowy flora and fauna that dot the lands of Tenebrous, and the always full moon when it is not obscured by cloud cover.
Unlike Splendor, the mortal settlements are more rural, giving off a strange mix of small village surrounded by dark and eerie woods vibe and a cozy village nestled among the hill vibes. The shadowed lands do look somewhat unsettling, but the aura of the entire realm is peaceful and comforting, like the shadows are giving you a soft and calming embrace. Happy can see that not only are there mortals that are living their daily lives here, but various forms of undead are as well.
"I cannot tell Mephilia this but I definitely like this side of the kingdom much better than the other side." He says bathing in the light and just enjoying the area immensely. He looks for some kind of temple or something similar so that he can speak to the Umberal Dragon he saw earlier. He just walks around eating his sandwich and breathing in the wonderful air and darkness of this side of the kingdom, his foot slapping the ground. He seems slightly cold because of his lack of clothes outside of his pants.
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Kagorax is still waiting for confirmation about the city, getting impatient.
A devil walks out. "Uh, sir, Faltros wants to speak to you face to face."
Kagorax sighs. "Take me to him."
"You go. You know where the throne room is. And I'd rather not get my soul slowly burned if he's angry-- I mean, I'd rather not disturb his privacy." The door opens.
Kagorax gives the devil a burning look and stomps off to the throne room, calling back over his shoulder, "Thank your lucky stars that I don't report your cowardice."
"We live deep, deep underground. We don't have 'lucky stars'." He mutters to himself.
In the throne room, Faltros is psychologically torturing a seemingly random mortal from the surface. Kagorax doesn't see anything, but the mortal is terrified. "Is someone there? Help, please! Anything to end this--" Faltros looks and sees Kagorax, then snaps his fingers and the mortal sinks into the ground while screaming in panic. "Ah, Kagorax. You have arrived." He sits in his throne.
"To the point, lord. I have waited long enough and my army tires."
"Ah, yes. The city. Why do you wish to build it? Creating strongholds on the surface could very much draw the ire of other Wills."
"I know now that we cannot cower here forever. The location of this place is no longer a secret and..." He breaks off, unsure about whether the next thing he's going to say is a good idea.
*he cant build it. or at least cant call it the city of chaos.*
*why can’t he?*
*we agreed on determining by highest power points, right? tempor has higher than 36000(the number you stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*i don’t know if EJO ever agreed to that or whether you guys talked and discussed about it after, but I’m not sure. But Kagorax is doing it so I’ll just leave that up to you and EJO to discuss*
*Now we need a City of Chaos to complete the trifecta*
*Kagorax would probably be able and willing to do that.*
*how should we decide who does it?*
*Maybe the most powerful will? Kag has 36,000 power at the moment*
*148000 for tempor, and all the others are between that and yours*
*also, I just realized that I thought you were EJO. the response to 'why cant he' should have been: me and EJO agreed on determining by highest power points. tempor has higher than 36000(the number EJO stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
*Thats not really an agreement. He just gave a suggestion*
*he told me how he wanted to decide, I accepted it. that's an agreement.*
*Keyword: MAYBE.*
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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
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
"Well that felt inappropriate to watch. I feel like I shouldn't have ever seen what I just witnessed, and yet that I was supposed to know it existed all along. Weird. Anyway I'm here by the way, sorry if I was intruding on something." He waves awkwardly.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
"Well that felt inappropriate to watch. I feel like I shouldn't have ever seen what I just witnessed, and yet that I was supposed to know it existed all along. Weird. Anyway I'm here by the way, sorry if I was intruding on something." He waves awkwardly.
“You are not intruding, though we don’t get many visitor to this side of the Kingdom. My undead tend to make people a bit wary, understandably so,” her voice whispers out gently as she adjusts herself on her hoard.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
"Well that felt inappropriate to watch. I feel like I shouldn't have ever seen what I just witnessed, and yet that I was supposed to know it existed all along. Weird. Anyway I'm here by the way, sorry if I was intruding on something." He waves awkwardly.
“You are not intruding, though we don’t get many visitor to this side of the Kingdom. My undead tend to make people a bit wary, understandably so,” her voice whispers out gently as she adjusts herself on her hoard.
"Ah yes. Well I don't think undead will end up being that concerning to me, considering I'm a walking anomaly myself. Although I only really came here because of my faith and trust in your partner. I am Happy Chaos, the pleasure is all mine." He bows his head with a slight sly smirk on every mouth on his body.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
"Well that felt inappropriate to watch. I feel like I shouldn't have ever seen what I just witnessed, and yet that I was supposed to know it existed all along. Weird. Anyway I'm here by the way, sorry if I was intruding on something." He waves awkwardly.
“You are not intruding, though we don’t get many visitor to this side of the Kingdom. My undead tend to make people a bit wary, understandably so,” her voice whispers out gently as she adjusts herself on her hoard.
"Ah yes. Well I don't think undead will end up being that concerning to me, considering I'm a walking anomaly myself. Although I only really came here because of my faith and trust in your partner. I am Happy Chaos, the pleasure is all mine." He bows his head with a slight sly smirk on every mouth on his body.
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
"Also let me apologize for this ahead of time. I may have destabilized the economy of the kingdom for a while." He says picking his teeth with a sharp nail, occasionally slicing his own gums, although they heal instantly after dropping bits of black and blue blood.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
"Also let me apologize for this ahead of time. I may have destabilized the economy of the kingdom for a while." He says picking his teeth with a sharp nail, occasionally slicing his own gums, although they heal instantly after dropping bits of black and blue blood.
“Giving Mephilia some extra work to deal with? And it’s not even her birthday. I’m sure she will appreciate that. She’s quite the busy body, always having to do something with herself.” She says with a playfully teasing tone, unbothered by his strangeness.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
"Also let me apologize for this ahead of time. I may have destabilized the economy of the kingdom for a while." He says picking his teeth with a sharp nail, occasionally slicing his own gums, although they heal instantly after dropping bits of black and blue blood.
“Giving Mephilia some extra work to deal with? And it’s not even her birthday. I’m sure she will appreciate that. She’s quite the busy body, always having to do something with herself.” She says with a playfully teasing tone, unbothered by his strangeness.
"Isn't that the truth." He chuckles "She can't stop working can she, always helping someone or another. Makes me feel a bit lazy for wanting to stay away from fighting and such." He rubs the back of his head, ruffling his hair "I haven't heard much about you though, which is something I wouldn't expect because I really enjoy this side of the kingdom, so calm."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
"Also let me apologize for this ahead of time. I may have destabilized the economy of the kingdom for a while." He says picking his teeth with a sharp nail, occasionally slicing his own gums, although they heal instantly after dropping bits of black and blue blood.
“Giving Mephilia some extra work to deal with? And it’s not even her birthday. I’m sure she will appreciate that. She’s quite the busy body, always having to do something with herself.” She says with a playfully teasing tone, unbothered by his strangeness.
"Isn't that the truth." He chuckles "She can't stop working can she, always helping someone or another. Makes me feel a bit lazy for wanting to stay away from fighting and such." He rubs the back of his head, ruffling his hair "I haven't heard much about you though, which is something I wouldn't expect because I really enjoy this side of the kingdom, so calm."
“Her way of relaxing is working in her forge. She just enjoys being busy and burning bright. As far as fighting…Mephilia and I are not foolish enough to think that we will remain free of the conflicts of the other Will’s machinations forever. But that doesn’t mean we are gunning to enter battle at the first chance either. Our people come first, and we will avoid exposing them to the conflict of the gods for as long as we can….”
”As for not knowing of me….I tend to try and not draw attention to myself if I can help it. I find myself not like many of the other Wills on the surface. My powers and appearance are more frightening…like those of the underworld, and with the domains of Shadiws and Undeath…. I worry misunderstandings might arise. Like with my soul collecting.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I'll send you a PM*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I cannot tell Mephilia this but I definitely like this side of the kingdom much better than the other side." He says bathing in the light and just enjoying the area immensely. He looks for some kind of temple or something similar so that he can speak to the Umberal Dragon he saw earlier. He just walks around eating his sandwich and breathing in the wonderful air and darkness of this side of the kingdom, his foot slapping the ground. He seems slightly cold because of his lack of clothes outside of his pants.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*its right here:*
*also, I just realized that I thought you were EJO. the response to 'why cant he' should have been: me and EJO agreed on determining by highest power points. tempor has higher than 36000(the number EJO stated kagorax had), at 148000, last i checked*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Thats not really an agreement. He just gave a suggestion*
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!”
*he told me how he wanted to decide, I accepted it. that's an agreement.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Happy would come across an ethereal river and begin to follow it upstream, a river filled with ghostly water where pure souls are flowing down, heading off to find new life in a reborn state. Soon his traveling brings him to a massive graveyard, solemn yet filled with respectful peace and gentle fog. Pass that is a lake that feeds the spirit river, filled with soul energy. At the center of this lake is a tall stone structure that looks to be a massive dragon skull and vertebrae open wide toward the sky with various multicolored souls seeming to be sucked in as if the stone dragon skeleton is breathing in.
On the island, by the shore is a raised platform of pure black marble where a dragon’s hoard rests, a strange assortment of items both extravagant and mundane, who’s meaning and value could only ever be known by its hoarder. Resting in top is a massive dragon of pitch darkness, with an endless amount of violet eyes covering her body and shadowy tendrils tapering of her ghostly black form like a strange eldritch horror. Within the endless void of her body float several little multi-colored souls, one of them resting in the dragon’s raised claw which she seems to be communicating with.
"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
*Keyword: MAYBE.*
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
He walks over to the island, making sure to keep his feet above the river slightly. He doesn't want to dip his toes in the spirit river and contaminate it. Once he is on the island he begins to hum 'Drift' softly to himself, snapping his fingers and making a seat for himself and waiting from them to acknowledge him, not trying to interrupt their rest or be too much of an annoyance just yet. So he just sits, eating his sandwich, humming his song, tapping his toes on the sand of the island. His body also become or eldritch, grins spreading across his flesh, sharp teeth sprouting from within.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He can here the soul and the dragon speak. The strange words seem to reverberate within, but not within his head like sound, or even his mind like telepathy. It seems to speak to the very soul, the deepest essence on oneself. Yet he can’t quite make out the meaning or feelings behind the words spoken at this moment. The dialect is whole unique to the one soul the dragon is communicating with, something so intimate and private. Yet the dragon can understand. She can understand all the millions, billions, maybe even infinite languages these souls have.
Then her other claw comes and gently covers the soul within her hand as necromantic power courses through the soul, changing its nature, before she opens her claws back up and there now stands a NightWalker. The creature looks down at itself in awe before looking back up at the dragon her lowers her head, briefly sharing a tender moment like a mother with their child, before she lifts up her claws and the Nightwalker flies off to join the rest of the undead that choose Tenebrous as their home.
"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
"Well that felt inappropriate to watch. I feel like I shouldn't have ever seen what I just witnessed, and yet that I was supposed to know it existed all along. Weird. Anyway I'm here by the way, sorry if I was intruding on something." He waves awkwardly.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“You are not intruding, though we don’t get many visitor to this side of the Kingdom. My undead tend to make people a bit wary, understandably so,” her voice whispers out gently as she adjusts herself on her hoard.
"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
*Question: Can I have my Void will start at Level 2, 3 or 4?*
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
"Ah yes. Well I don't think undead will end up being that concerning to me, considering I'm a walking anomaly myself. Although I only really came here because of my faith and trust in your partner. I am Happy Chaos, the pleasure is all mine." He bows his head with a slight sly smirk on every mouth on his body.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*lets say 3*
*Ok!*
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
“Happy Chaos….yes, my partner has spoken of you. Fair greetings to you as well. I’m a Volumdremaak, and welcome to Tenebrous.” She says and lowers her head in a bit of a bow.
"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
"Also let me apologize for this ahead of time. I may have destabilized the economy of the kingdom for a while." He says picking his teeth with a sharp nail, occasionally slicing his own gums, although they heal instantly after dropping bits of black and blue blood.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Giving Mephilia some extra work to deal with? And it’s not even her birthday. I’m sure she will appreciate that. She’s quite the busy body, always having to do something with herself.” She says with a playfully teasing tone, unbothered by his strangeness.
"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
"Isn't that the truth." He chuckles "She can't stop working can she, always helping someone or another. Makes me feel a bit lazy for wanting to stay away from fighting and such." He rubs the back of his head, ruffling his hair "I haven't heard much about you though, which is something I wouldn't expect because I really enjoy this side of the kingdom, so calm."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Her way of relaxing is working in her forge. She just enjoys being busy and burning bright. As far as fighting…Mephilia and I are not foolish enough to think that we will remain free of the conflicts of the other Will’s machinations forever. But that doesn’t mean we are gunning to enter battle at the first chance either. Our people come first, and we will avoid exposing them to the conflict of the gods for as long as we can….”
”As for not knowing of me….I tend to try and not draw attention to myself if I can help it. I find myself not like many of the other Wills on the surface. My powers and appearance are more frightening…like those of the underworld, and with the domains of Shadiws and Undeath…. I worry misunderstandings might arise. Like with my soul collecting.”
"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