*this is so fun, if anything. Savut is just helping Aemulus’ plan*
Arsendir is on the wall of the city, surrounded by a flock of chorus hawks, a mixture of confusion and fake sadness on his face. He contacts Faltros to ask about Cogintius’ supposed death, as his chorus hawks spread throughout the city, singing a terrifying song.
*Oh yeah I didn’t even think about that. The yuan-ti (which I am officially now renaming Savotra, singular Savotrus) will probably be after him though, as a known ally of Cog*
*Arsendir might literally just team up with Savut, they are a slippery little snake. Literally, their true form is a snake*
Arsendir jumps off the wall and begins hurrying towards the T.O.M., a flock of birds following him. Anyone who gets close is suddenly confused, as by the confusion spell, for a few minutes.
Several savotra abominations raise shield and scimitar at the entrance to the tower. “Halt! State your business with Lady Savut!”
*One of Savut’s three potential Imago forms is indeed a giant snake, and Aemulus could certainly contribute to her pupation taking the Beast route. That would actually be really cool.*
*ooh, how fun*
”I wish to talk to her… about all of…” he gestures awkwardly to the city.
The guards look at each other, seemingly unsure about what to do. “I suppose She would want you to see Her then…” They move aside for Arsendir.
He walks in, accompanied by his three birds. As he enters the temple, his very presence becomes dark and toxic. He looks for Savut.
*wait a minute. i thought the t in t.o.m. stood for ‘tower’. Have I been thinking it was a tower this whole time when it was just a temple???*
“Hello.” A venomous voice whispers, quiet and deafening at once. Savut slithers out of the shadows, her green eyes flashing. “Nice of you to drop by. Were you seeing if your master was truly dead? Or did you think you could challenge me?”
*I’ve heard people refer to it as both*
Arsendir, with his skeletal body wrapped in a ghostly visage of mortal flesh, leans in.
”is anybody listening?” He hisses, a forked tongue darting out between his teeth.
*ok*
Savut seems confused. “I’m right here. What do you mean?”
“Anyone else… no mortals, or other wills besides us two must ever hear what is about to be spoken. Understood?”
“Oh. No. Nobody at all. My savotra would know better than to disturb me. And the people fear me too much.”
“Good… I am here to offer you a deal. I served Cogintius until now, but my connection with him was not more than a means of safety. I wish to work with you for control over this city. After all, I know many things you do not. And another thing, do you really care all that much of extinguishing the cult of Faltros, or is that a simple scapegoat for your actions?”
“If they are, I am doing nothing consciously to stop them. But you strike me as rather untrustworthy.” Savut slowly approaches him with an appraising look. “Who are you really?”
“Do you really wish to know?”
“Yes. I do. If you want to work with me, there has to be a trust between us.”
He grabs onto his lower jaw, and with a sickening crack, dislocates it. A shadowy form can be seen moving up from where his heart would be, up to his mouth, where emerging from his ghostly lips is a striking violet viper, black and blue underbelly, and fangs like adamantine. It slithers out of Arsendir’s body, which collapses into a pile of bones. It slither’s up a table to be closer to Savut’s eye level.
She smiles. “A snake knows another snake anywhere. Who have you truly been serving all this time?”
Faltros… but alliances are a fickle thing, don’t you agree? You’ve demonstrated that here today.
*hey would anyone be interested in playing a counterpart to the UNKNOWABLE? Instead of acting as the throat of the Unseen World, they would act as the hand, and attempt to bring more and more souls and worlds into the endless devouring reach of that fell, inconceivable plane*
*thaaaat could be fun!*
*yeah. the design would have to contrast the UNKNOWABLE’s form of a hooded, stooped old man*
*my idea is some sort of demented hand angel, sort of like a Cambium from tome of beasts (look it up) except to further contrast, it could disguise as a young child or something similar, i don’t know*
*or maybe something like an ophan but with hands instead of eyes. Either way, I have the perfect name: Yadathiel. It follows traditional angel naming conventions, and combines the name of a Mandaeistic angel with the hebrew word for hand*
*ooh I like the name, and Ophans are super cool. Maybe it could have different forms? And at one point it’s definitely going to say,*
”BE AFRAID.”
*awesome. this is gonna be sweet*
*sorry, plural for ophan is Ophanim, I got that wrong*
*but how do you think I should intro them?*
*maybe the many rifts formed by the Unseen Excursion form some kind of occult symbol with an ‘X’ in the middle. The two lines of the ‘X’ transform into long bands of multicolored steel, which rise into the air and curl into the two rings that make up an ophan. Hands and wings burst from the creature, with a single beckoning arm stretching from its flashing, misty core*
*I love it. Wait I might take inspiration from Galeem and its army of hands from super smash bros ultimate as well. Also, it’s been hard to keep up with all the stuff happening with all the wills so could you give me a small recap of stuff with the unknowable?*
*Basically, the Unseen World has always existed, it’s just been, well, unseen. But some event (possibly to do with something else happening in the world but i’ll work that out later) caused it to gain a conscious mind. This mind split into two aspects: an orderly one and a chaotic one, befitting the nature of the world. It then punched a hole into our reality, creating the Well of All Worlds, a pool of unstable stuff that draws in the souls of all who have died without a proper afterlife. The ordered side of the Unseen World turned into the UNKNOWABLE, who has created the Navel Temple around the Well and has issued a warning to Faltros about the doom that could befall all of creation. The chaotic side of the Unseen World has been forming Rifts and Talons in the south. The Rifts devour the physical and immaterial, and the Talons pull at the fabric of reality.*
*alright. So those rifts would soon form an x pattern covering a large area, which would then form Yadathiel.*
*yep*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*this is so fun, if anything. Savut is just helping Aemulus’ plan*
Arsendir is on the wall of the city, surrounded by a flock of chorus hawks, a mixture of confusion and fake sadness on his face. He contacts Faltros to ask about Cogintius’ supposed death, as his chorus hawks spread throughout the city, singing a terrifying song.
*Oh yeah I didn’t even think about that. The yuan-ti (which I am officially now renaming Savotra, singular Savotrus) will probably be after him though, as a known ally of Cog*
*Arsendir might literally just team up with Savut, they are a slippery little snake. Literally, their true form is a snake*
Arsendir jumps off the wall and begins hurrying towards the T.O.M., a flock of birds following him. Anyone who gets close is suddenly confused, as by the confusion spell, for a few minutes.
Several savotra abominations raise shield and scimitar at the entrance to the tower. “Halt! State your business with Lady Savut!”
*One of Savut’s three potential Imago forms is indeed a giant snake, and Aemulus could certainly contribute to her pupation taking the Beast route. That would actually be really cool.*
*ooh, how fun*
”I wish to talk to her… about all of…” he gestures awkwardly to the city.
The guards look at each other, seemingly unsure about what to do. “I suppose She would want you to see Her then…” They move aside for Arsendir.
He walks in, accompanied by his three birds. As he enters the temple, his very presence becomes dark and toxic. He looks for Savut.
*wait a minute. i thought the t in t.o.m. stood for ‘tower’. Have I been thinking it was a tower this whole time when it was just a temple???*
“Hello.” A venomous voice whispers, quiet and deafening at once. Savut slithers out of the shadows, her green eyes flashing. “Nice of you to drop by. Were you seeing if your master was truly dead? Or did you think you could challenge me?”
*I’ve heard people refer to it as both*
Arsendir, with his skeletal body wrapped in a ghostly visage of mortal flesh, leans in.
”is anybody listening?” He hisses, a forked tongue darting out between his teeth.
*ok*
Savut seems confused. “I’m right here. What do you mean?”
“Anyone else… no mortals, or other wills besides us two must ever hear what is about to be spoken. Understood?”
“Oh. No. Nobody at all. My savotra would know better than to disturb me. And the people fear me too much.”
“Good… I am here to offer you a deal. I served Cogintius until now, but my connection with him was not more than a means of safety. I wish to work with you for control over this city. After all, I know many things you do not. And another thing, do you really care all that much of extinguishing the cult of Faltros, or is that a simple scapegoat for your actions?”
“If they are, I am doing nothing consciously to stop them. But you strike me as rather untrustworthy.” Savut slowly approaches him with an appraising look. “Who are you really?”
“Do you really wish to know?”
“Yes. I do. If you want to work with me, there has to be a trust between us.”
He grabs onto his lower jaw, and with a sickening crack, dislocates it. A shadowy form can be seen moving up from where his heart would be, up to his mouth, where emerging from his ghostly lips is a striking violet viper, black and blue underbelly, and fangs like adamantine. It slithers out of Arsendir’s body, which collapses into a pile of bones. It slither’s up a table to be closer to Savut’s eye level.
She smiles. “A snake knows another snake anywhere. Who have you truly been serving all this time?”
Faltros… but alliances are a fickle thing, don’t you agree? You’ve demonstrated that here today.
“Indeed. Truth be told, I have no quarrel with Faltros… aside from his pointless destruction of Nurgul, but that hardly matters now. I am merely trying to secure my own power and trying to convert the world to a more perfect state of nature.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*this is so fun, if anything. Savut is just helping Aemulus’ plan*
Arsendir is on the wall of the city, surrounded by a flock of chorus hawks, a mixture of confusion and fake sadness on his face. He contacts Faltros to ask about Cogintius’ supposed death, as his chorus hawks spread throughout the city, singing a terrifying song.
*Oh yeah I didn’t even think about that. The yuan-ti (which I am officially now renaming Savotra, singular Savotrus) will probably be after him though, as a known ally of Cog*
*Arsendir might literally just team up with Savut, they are a slippery little snake. Literally, their true form is a snake*
Arsendir jumps off the wall and begins hurrying towards the T.O.M., a flock of birds following him. Anyone who gets close is suddenly confused, as by the confusion spell, for a few minutes.
Several savotra abominations raise shield and scimitar at the entrance to the tower. “Halt! State your business with Lady Savut!”
*One of Savut’s three potential Imago forms is indeed a giant snake, and Aemulus could certainly contribute to her pupation taking the Beast route. That would actually be really cool.*
*ooh, how fun*
”I wish to talk to her… about all of…” he gestures awkwardly to the city.
The guards look at each other, seemingly unsure about what to do. “I suppose She would want you to see Her then…” They move aside for Arsendir.
He walks in, accompanied by his three birds. As he enters the temple, his very presence becomes dark and toxic. He looks for Savut.
*wait a minute. i thought the t in t.o.m. stood for ‘tower’. Have I been thinking it was a tower this whole time when it was just a temple???*
“Hello.” A venomous voice whispers, quiet and deafening at once. Savut slithers out of the shadows, her green eyes flashing. “Nice of you to drop by. Were you seeing if your master was truly dead? Or did you think you could challenge me?”
*I’ve heard people refer to it as both*
Arsendir, with his skeletal body wrapped in a ghostly visage of mortal flesh, leans in.
”is anybody listening?” He hisses, a forked tongue darting out between his teeth.
*ok*
Savut seems confused. “I’m right here. What do you mean?”
“Anyone else… no mortals, or other wills besides us two must ever hear what is about to be spoken. Understood?”
“Oh. No. Nobody at all. My savotra would know better than to disturb me. And the people fear me too much.”
“Good… I am here to offer you a deal. I served Cogintius until now, but my connection with him was not more than a means of safety. I wish to work with you for control over this city. After all, I know many things you do not. And another thing, do you really care all that much of extinguishing the cult of Faltros, or is that a simple scapegoat for your actions?”
“If they are, I am doing nothing consciously to stop them. But you strike me as rather untrustworthy.” Savut slowly approaches him with an appraising look. “Who are you really?”
“Do you really wish to know?”
“Yes. I do. If you want to work with me, there has to be a trust between us.”
He grabs onto his lower jaw, and with a sickening crack, dislocates it. A shadowy form can be seen moving up from where his heart would be, up to his mouth, where emerging from his ghostly lips is a striking violet viper, black and blue underbelly, and fangs like adamantine. It slithers out of Arsendir’s body, which collapses into a pile of bones. It slither’s up a table to be closer to Savut’s eye level.
She smiles. “A snake knows another snake anywhere. Who have you truly been serving all this time?”
Faltros… but alliances are a fickle thing, don’t you agree? You’ve demonstrated that here today.
“Indeed. Truth be told, I have no quarrel with Faltros… aside from his pointless destruction of Nurgul, but that hardly matters now. I am merely trying to secure my own power and trying to convert the world to a more perfect state of nature.”
In the south, far south from most other settlements or areas touched by wills, rifts have been slowly opening, to the unseen world. Appearing without rhyme or reason, at first, but soon a pattern is more clear from a bird’s eye view. Majority of them are forming in lines, two of them, about to intersect, forming an X. The rifts slowly eat away at the world, whatever they are forming close to its completion.
In the south, far south from most other settlements or areas touched by wills, rifts have been slowly opening, to the unseen world. Appearing without rhyme or reason, at first, but soon a pattern is more clear from a bird’s eye view. Majority of them are forming in lines, two of them, about to intersect, forming an X. The rifts slowly eat away at the world, whatever they are forming close to its completion.
*this good?*
*this excellent*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh dear, I’m sandwich between multiple horrors. 😆*
*My wills might need to invest in more sky islands*
*quite. Soon, an Ophanim, and also Savut, Aemulus, and Herionidus knows what else*
*Lol. Realistically none of my wills would put a dent into any of the big players, and they know it. But that doesn’t mean they won’t find a way to consolidate power to protect themselves and their people. Also I really enjoy the fact that one of my wills is basically just me watching this thread and knowing everything is going down and saying “I’m recording everything”*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
A Talon erupts from the ground near the house, its curved prismatic amber-like surface glinting in the barren sun. It curls a bit, scraping at the veil between worlds.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
A Talon erupts from the ground near the house, its curved prismatic amber-like surface glinting in the barren sun. It curls a bit, scraping at the veil between worlds.
The man calmly walks back out of the garage after a couple of moments. He admires the talon, then deliberately pricks his finger on its tip.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
A Talon erupts from the ground near the house, its curved prismatic amber-like surface glinting in the barren sun. It curls a bit, scraping at the veil between worlds.
The man calmly walks back out of the garage after a couple of moments. He admires the talon, then deliberately pricks his finger on its tip.
*the talon is like 30 feet tall, my bad for not specifying*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
A Talon erupts from the ground near the house, its curved prismatic amber-like surface glinting in the barren sun. It curls a bit, scraping at the veil between worlds.
The man calmly walks back out of the garage after a couple of moments. He admires the talon, then deliberately pricks his finger on its tip.
*the talon is like 30 feet tall, my bad for not specifying*
*Ah, I was imagining only like 7 or 8 feet. Sorry, I haven't been here for a while.*
*In that case...*
The man walks out and places his hands on his hips. He raps his knuckles against the talon, seemingly unafraid.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Faltros… but alliances are a fickle thing, don’t you agree? You’ve demonstrated that here today.
*yep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Indeed. Truth be told, I have no quarrel with Faltros… aside from his pointless destruction of Nurgul, but that hardly matters now. I am merely trying to secure my own power and trying to convert the world to a more perfect state of nature.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I had an idea for a character.*
*Suburban dad from the Dark World.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i love it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
I see… so shall we work together?
In the south, far south from most other settlements or areas touched by wills, rifts have been slowly opening, to the unseen world. Appearing without rhyme or reason, at first, but soon a pattern is more clear from a bird’s eye view. Majority of them are forming in lines, two of them, about to intersect, forming an X. The rifts slowly eat away at the world, whatever they are forming close to its completion.
*this good?*
*cut*
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*this excellent*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
*Oh dear, I’m sandwich between multiple horrors. 😆*
*My wills might need to invest in more sky islands*
"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
*quite. Soon, an Ophanim, and also Savut, Aemulus, and Herionidus knows what else*
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Lol. Realistically none of my wills would put a dent into any of the big players, and they know it. But that doesn’t mean they won’t find a way to consolidate power to protect themselves and their people. Also I really enjoy the fact that one of my wills is basically just me watching this thread and knowing everything is going down and saying “I’m recording everything”*
"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
A nice little suburban house has appeared in the middle of nowhere. A man, looking like a dad out of a 1950s American propaganda poster (complete with a white shirt and beige golf pants), waters the dusty purple lawn with a garden hose in his gloved hands. On his head is a cow skull, not unlike the one above the door, completely obscuring his face. He whistles gaily as he looks over to the flowerbed filled with black-thorned rose bushes. He leans close, lifting up the skull slightly to take out his glasses, clean them, and put them back. Finally, he plucks out a large, cream-colored slug with a humanoid face from the garden. He holds it gently, heading for his garage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Darn, I think I chased everyone off.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A Talon erupts from the ground near the house, its curved prismatic amber-like surface glinting in the barren sun. It curls a bit, scraping at the veil between worlds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The man calmly walks back out of the garage after a couple of moments. He admires the talon, then deliberately pricks his finger on its tip.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*the talon is like 30 feet tall, my bad for not specifying*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ah, I was imagining only like 7 or 8 feet. Sorry, I haven't been here for a while.*
*In that case...*
The man walks out and places his hands on his hips. He raps his knuckles against the talon, seemingly unafraid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.