Xezithic begins to glide towards the south with purpose, it’s haunting whale cry echoing out with the booming thunder of his primordial storm. Zeon looks up from where he has been helping the rats, and soon Talric, Enki, and Aalto also stop and look in direction. Something is happening. The whole of there collective seems concerned, as is the ally they maintain. They watch the Aboleth fade away as it heads south, before returning to their tasks with the rats.
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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.
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.
It bends, its point facing him like some living creature. A cloudy light burns deep within it, flashing a million colors in a single second.
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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.
Xezithic begins to glide towards the south with purpose, it’s haunting whale cry echoing out with the booming thunder of his primordial storm. Zeon looks up from where he has been helping the rats, and soon Talric, Enki, and Aalto also stop and look in direction. Something is happening. The whole of there collective seems concerned, as is the ally they maintain. They watch the Aboleth fade away as it heads south, before returning to their tasks with the rats.
Some of the rats ask what’s going on by miming with their little rat hands.
Xezithic begins to glide towards the south with purpose, it’s haunting whale cry echoing out with the booming thunder of his primordial storm. Zeon looks up from where he has been helping the rats, and soon Talric, Enki, and Aalto also stop and look in direction. Something is happening. The whole of there collective seems concerned, as is the ally they maintain. They watch the Aboleth fade away as it heads south, before returning to their tasks with the rats.
Some of the rats ask what’s going on by miming with their little rat hands.
“I can inquire further, but it seems like something big is happening…big enough for the whole to feel the need to start moving and take action…..”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
“Ahhh.” She grins wickedly. “We shall have to work out a way for your agents to signal to my soldiers of their true nature, such that they are not sent to the Fount.”
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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.
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
“Ahhh.” She grins wickedly. “We shall have to work out a way for your agents to signal to my soldiers of their true nature, such that they are not sent to the Fount.”
Hm… perhaps a code word? I could send them a message so it could change every day to prevent them from being found out and copied.
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
“Ahhh.” She grins wickedly. “We shall have to work out a way for your agents to signal to my soldiers of their true nature, such that they are not sent to the Fount.”
Hm… perhaps a code word? I could send them a message so it could change every day to prevent them from being found out and copied.
“A shibboleth! How delightful! I can tell we’ll do well together already.”
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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.
*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.
It bends, its point facing him like some living creature. A cloudy light burns deep within it, flashing a million colors in a single second.
He takes a step back apologetically and bows. He gestures toward the house, apparently... inviting the talon inside?
It doesn’t move or react. It seems to be a plantlike thing, only responding to the physical stimuli, with no conscious thought.
The humanoid thing tilts his head and heads inside. He brings out two glasses of iced lemonade and stands on tip-toe, offering one to the plant.
*i’m just now realizing that Talons are basically the exact same thing as crystal vines from Light of Xaryxis. Plantlike mineral formations that exist to destroy the very universe*
It dips slightly into the chalice and absorbs all present fluid.
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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.
“Not so fast. I have one last question: what do you stand to gain from this arrangement?”
the control of a city, of course. The largest city in the known world.
“Hm. Fair enough. I suppose I’ll accept your offer, then.”
wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
“Ahhh.” She grins wickedly. “We shall have to work out a way for your agents to signal to my soldiers of their true nature, such that they are not sent to the Fount.”
Hm… perhaps a code word? I could send them a message so it could change every day to prevent them from being found out and copied.
“A shibboleth! How delightful! I can tell we’ll do well together already.”
Now… a few more things. Your soldiers as well as mine will need to move quickly throughout the city… so how about an underground system to allow them to move more swiftly? Free from obstacles. And secondly, are we entirely getting rid of the elders, or should we recruit new ones on our side, figureheads for our cause?
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wonderful.
It slithers back to the pile of bones and Arsendir reconstitutes itself.
*hey Jobah do I have permission to also if I want to do some rift and talon shenanigans?*
*yeah, just keep in mind that they’re still pretty far south and only just beginning to enter Crotalus’s surface realm.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“So, what resources can you provide for the endeavor?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Xezithic begins to glide towards the south with purpose, it’s haunting whale cry echoing out with the booming thunder of his primordial storm. Zeon looks up from where he has been helping the rats, and soon Talric, Enki, and Aalto also stop and look in direction. Something is happening. The whole of there collective seems concerned, as is the ally they maintain. They watch the Aboleth fade away as it heads south, before returning to their tasks with the rats.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
It bends, its point facing him like some living creature. A cloudy light burns deep within it, flashing a million colors in a single second.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
spies. Spies everywwhere. And also, an army. An army right here, right now.
Some of the rats ask what’s going on by miming with their little rat hands.
He takes a step back apologetically and bows. He gestures toward the house, apparently... inviting the talon inside?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I have spies and an army as well. Purebloods in the shadows and malisons in the streets. What is the nature of your army?”
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 can inquire further, but it seems like something big is happening…big enough for the whole to feel the need to start moving and take action…..”
"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
It doesn’t move or react. It seems to be a plantlike thing, only responding to the physical stimuli, with no conscious thought.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
About one fiftieth of the civilians in this city actually work for me. I’ve granted them magics and blessings in exchange for service. But they do not know that I am the one who gave them those powers. In addition, the crows that have been flocking around the world, those giant ones? They are my eyes and ears.
The humanoid thing tilts his head and heads inside. He brings out two glasses of iced lemonade and stands on tip-toe, offering one to the plant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ahhh.” She grins wickedly. “We shall have to work out a way for your agents to signal to my soldiers of their true nature, such that they are not sent to the Fount.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hm… perhaps a code word? I could send them a message so it could change every day to prevent them from being found out and copied.
*I'm gonna have to go soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A shibboleth! How delightful! I can tell we’ll do well together already.”
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’m just now realizing that Talons are basically the exact same thing as crystal vines from Light of Xaryxis. Plantlike mineral formations that exist to destroy the very universe*
It dips slightly into the chalice and absorbs all present fluid.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Now… a few more things. Your soldiers as well as mine will need to move quickly throughout the city… so how about an underground system to allow them to move more swiftly? Free from obstacles. And secondly, are we entirely getting rid of the elders, or should we recruit new ones on our side, figureheads for our cause?