*The form she emerges from, and the way her arc concludes, depends on certain things that happen while her new body is forming and things that happen to her soul while it is absent from the pupa. Many characters could theoretically influence this process, leading to three distinct Imago forms for Savut. I’m super excited for the next few days!*
*do any of my chars influence it?*
*if they mess with savut’s pupa after metamorphosis yes*
*cool. can okhmus and the storm lord know that the metamorphosis is happening? and can tempor know the current most likely outcome, and potentially a general outline of the various conditions for various end results?*
*i don’t see how Okhmus or the Storm Lord would know, but if it fits with Tempor’s abilities and domains, I don’t see why not. That might be interesting information. However, it’s worth noting that Savut herself doesn’t even know that she’s about to pupate. She is taking several of these actions subconsciously.*
*okhmus: nature guy, knows when species/entities are created(like when faltros made tarrasque eggs). storm lord: literally just a giant cloud that covers most of the world, including, occaisionally, the swamp. tempor is basically just a time guy, and thus sees the future.*
*so it makes sense for tempor, but i don't think okhmus would know until she actively pupates.*
*agreed. what about the storm lord?*
*i don't think he would know until she pupates either. You'll see what I mean when it happens.*
*cool. so does tempor just get a prediction of the current most likely outcome, or also an outline of how it could go?*
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
*That is Awesome! Also NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!*
*why thank thee as well*
as the great wheels of Yadathiel begin to rotate around it, it begins drifting, slowly, across the land, heading north. Slowly, slowly, slowly. It’s heading for the nearest small settlement.
a voice emanates from the clouds around it "hello."
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
*That is Awesome! Also NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!*
*why thank thee as well*
as the great wheels of Yadathiel begin to rotate around it, it begins drifting, slowly, across the land, heading north. Slowly, slowly, slowly. It’s heading for the nearest small settlement.
a voice emanates from the clouds around it "hello."
“OH HOW STRANGE IT IS TO HEAR THE SOUND… OF ANOTHER VOICE… HAVE YOU COME TO WITNESS DESTRUCTION?” it whispers, like flames flickering in a silent night, almost hard to hear among the grinding, shifting sounds of its enormous wheels.
"̵̻̀I̶̝͊ ̶̤̈́t̷̫̏ĥ̶̝i̴͈̓n̸̘̅k̵͈͐ ̸̳̅y̴̧̕ó̵̙u̷̜̅ ̸̲͋ą̴͝ṛ̸͂ȅ̴͜ ̴̑͜a̶͇̋ ̶̢͂b̵̳͝i̵̹͂t̸̨̏ ̵̮́c̷̭̈o̴̩͝n̷̺͊f̶̱̃u̶̠͊ŝ̶̠é̵͚d̵͕͛,̸̗͂ ̴̩̒b̵̘͛û̷̮t̵̮̐ ̸̡̀t̵̛͈h̴̲͆ă̷͔t̴̼̑ ̷̖̇î̸̞ş̶̿ ̸̜̎n̶̪̊ȏ̷ͅt̵̝͆ ̵͈̄m̷̼͆y̷̠͂ ̴͚̿c̵͔͐ó̶̤n̵̆ͅċ̴̳e̵̝͑ŕ̷̖n̵͍̂.̸̦̃ ̶̠̑I̷̳̎'̶̬̈m̶͙̏ ̷̛̜s̸̢̛u̵̲̐r̵͖͒é̸̝ ̶̬̈́o̷͓̕n̷̘̚e̴̜̾ ̷̖̾ȯ̷̰f̴̭͋ ̴̠͛m̸̭̽y̶̲̍ ̴̠̒a̴̬̚l̶̆͜l̵̳̒i̷̛͖e̵̙̕ŝ̸͙ ̵͉̀k̷͕̅n̵͖͝o̶̤͗w̴͇͝s̴̬̈́ ̴̣̊w̴̗̆h̴̞͐ǫ̵͆ ̸̩͂y̶͎͒ỏ̸͇u̴̯̍ ̵̢̇s̸̨͒ë̷̘r̴̙̐ṽ̶͕e̵̘̚,̷̱̿ ̷̪̓I̵͓͆'̷̞͠l̴̪̀l̷̖̽ ̶̗̈́j̶͋͜u̴̻̓s̵̖̏t̴̫̐ ̶͚́a̴̧̚s̵̯̾k̵̊͜ ̷̝͊ṫ̸͖h̴͈̀e̷̼͝m̴͚̎ ̸̝̌s̵̞͗i̷͍̍n̷͔͗ĉ̵͈e̶̮̽ ̷̝͒y̷͈͗ơ̶͇ṳ̷̈́ ̶͚͗d̷̡͊ő̴̪n̸̪̐'̷̡̓t̵̻͠ ̴̬̇k̸͕̈́n̷̹̒o̵̟͝w̵̩̿ ̸̟̈ṭ̴̚h̶̻̓e̸̳͗ ̷̨͊a̴̢͠n̷̘͝s̴͉̚w̵̝͝è̶͎r̸̳̅ ̶͔̌y̸̫̌o̵͉̐ū̶͖r̷̹̂s̸̥̈́e̸̢͆l̷̨̾f̶̯͊.̶͇͌"̷̢̈́ Xezithic bellows before it continues gliding, sending a powerful gale of wind around itself and buffeting the birds a bit. Despite the conversation earlier, the gale wasn't intentional. It just is a massively powerful force of elemental nature.
The bird follows after it
The aboleth doesn't seem to mind the bird near it, though its primordial power continues to flow out of it's body as the massive archipelago of islands are swirling and reforming. Volcanic islands forming more rock as it hardens only to break off and fuse with other islands. Rain flows over the surfaces only to turn into rivers that then seem to flow without gravity between neighboring islands. Wind churns and howls across everything, providing air to various islands despite how height up they are. The kingdom of Duality is still bathed in light and darkness that merges at the center of the now island kingdom.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I hope the Storm Lord is alright with having new neighbors*
*ye, he's fine with it. is it ok if a few small cults to him start up on the islands?*
*Mephilia and the rest would be open to it so long as they are peaceful. This was done to avoid the conflict that has been brewing down below after all.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"̵̻̀I̶̝͊ ̶̤̈́t̷̫̏ĥ̶̝i̴͈̓n̸̘̅k̵͈͐ ̸̳̅y̴̧̕ó̵̙u̷̜̅ ̸̲͋ą̴͝ṛ̸͂ȅ̴͜ ̴̑͜a̶͇̋ ̶̢͂b̵̳͝i̵̹͂t̸̨̏ ̵̮́c̷̭̈o̴̩͝n̷̺͊f̶̱̃u̶̠͊ŝ̶̠é̵͚d̵͕͛,̸̗͂ ̴̩̒b̵̘͛û̷̮t̵̮̐ ̸̡̀t̵̛͈h̴̲͆ă̷͔t̴̼̑ ̷̖̇î̸̞ş̶̿ ̸̜̎n̶̪̊ȏ̷ͅt̵̝͆ ̵͈̄m̷̼͆y̷̠͂ ̴͚̿c̵͔͐ó̶̤n̵̆ͅċ̴̳e̵̝͑ŕ̷̖n̵͍̂.̸̦̃ ̶̠̑I̷̳̎'̶̬̈m̶͙̏ ̷̛̜s̸̢̛u̵̲̐r̵͖͒é̸̝ ̶̬̈́o̷͓̕n̷̘̚e̴̜̾ ̷̖̾ȯ̷̰f̴̭͋ ̴̠͛m̸̭̽y̶̲̍ ̴̠̒a̴̬̚l̶̆͜l̵̳̒i̷̛͖e̵̙̕ŝ̸͙ ̵͉̀k̷͕̅n̵͖͝o̶̤͗w̴͇͝s̴̬̈́ ̴̣̊w̴̗̆h̴̞͐ǫ̵͆ ̸̩͂y̶͎͒ỏ̸͇u̴̯̍ ̵̢̇s̸̨͒ë̷̘r̴̙̐ṽ̶͕e̵̘̚,̷̱̿ ̷̪̓I̵͓͆'̷̞͠l̴̪̀l̷̖̽ ̶̗̈́j̶͋͜u̴̻̓s̵̖̏t̴̫̐ ̶͚́a̴̧̚s̵̯̾k̵̊͜ ̷̝͊ṫ̸͖h̴͈̀e̷̼͝m̴͚̎ ̸̝̌s̵̞͗i̷͍̍n̷͔͗ĉ̵͈e̶̮̽ ̷̝͒y̷͈͗ơ̶͇ṳ̷̈́ ̶͚͗d̷̡͊ő̴̪n̸̪̐'̷̡̓t̵̻͠ ̴̬̇k̸͕̈́n̷̹̒o̵̟͝w̵̩̿ ̸̟̈ṭ̴̚h̶̻̓e̸̳͗ ̷̨͊a̴̢͠n̷̘͝s̴͉̚w̵̝͝è̶͎r̸̳̅ ̶͔̌y̸̫̌o̵͉̐ū̶͖r̷̹̂s̸̥̈́e̸̢͆l̷̨̾f̶̯͊.̶͇͌"̷̢̈́ Xezithic bellows before it continues gliding, sending a powerful gale of wind around itself and buffeting the birds a bit. Despite the conversation earlier, the gale wasn't intentional. It just is a massively powerful force of elemental nature.
The bird follows after it
The aboleth doesn't seem to mind the bird near it, though its primordial power continues to flow out of it's body as the massive archipelago of islands are swirling and reforming. Volcanic islands forming more rock as it hardens only to break off and fuse with other islands. Rain flows over the surfaces only to turn into rivers that then seem to flow without gravity between neighboring islands. Wind churns and howls across everything, providing air to various islands despite how height up they are. The kingdom of Duality is still bathed in light and darkness that merges at the center of the now island kingdom.
It quickly takes all this information in, though likely not appreciating it’s beauty
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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!”
"̵̻̀I̶̝͊ ̶̤̈́t̷̫̏ĥ̶̝i̴͈̓n̸̘̅k̵͈͐ ̸̳̅y̴̧̕ó̵̙u̷̜̅ ̸̲͋ą̴͝ṛ̸͂ȅ̴͜ ̴̑͜a̶͇̋ ̶̢͂b̵̳͝i̵̹͂t̸̨̏ ̵̮́c̷̭̈o̴̩͝n̷̺͊f̶̱̃u̶̠͊ŝ̶̠é̵͚d̵͕͛,̸̗͂ ̴̩̒b̵̘͛û̷̮t̵̮̐ ̸̡̀t̵̛͈h̴̲͆ă̷͔t̴̼̑ ̷̖̇î̸̞ş̶̿ ̸̜̎n̶̪̊ȏ̷ͅt̵̝͆ ̵͈̄m̷̼͆y̷̠͂ ̴͚̿c̵͔͐ó̶̤n̵̆ͅċ̴̳e̵̝͑ŕ̷̖n̵͍̂.̸̦̃ ̶̠̑I̷̳̎'̶̬̈m̶͙̏ ̷̛̜s̸̢̛u̵̲̐r̵͖͒é̸̝ ̶̬̈́o̷͓̕n̷̘̚e̴̜̾ ̷̖̾ȯ̷̰f̴̭͋ ̴̠͛m̸̭̽y̶̲̍ ̴̠̒a̴̬̚l̶̆͜l̵̳̒i̷̛͖e̵̙̕ŝ̸͙ ̵͉̀k̷͕̅n̵͖͝o̶̤͗w̴͇͝s̴̬̈́ ̴̣̊w̴̗̆h̴̞͐ǫ̵͆ ̸̩͂y̶͎͒ỏ̸͇u̴̯̍ ̵̢̇s̸̨͒ë̷̘r̴̙̐ṽ̶͕e̵̘̚,̷̱̿ ̷̪̓I̵͓͆'̷̞͠l̴̪̀l̷̖̽ ̶̗̈́j̶͋͜u̴̻̓s̵̖̏t̴̫̐ ̶͚́a̴̧̚s̵̯̾k̵̊͜ ̷̝͊ṫ̸͖h̴͈̀e̷̼͝m̴͚̎ ̸̝̌s̵̞͗i̷͍̍n̷͔͗ĉ̵͈e̶̮̽ ̷̝͒y̷͈͗ơ̶͇ṳ̷̈́ ̶͚͗d̷̡͊ő̴̪n̸̪̐'̷̡̓t̵̻͠ ̴̬̇k̸͕̈́n̷̹̒o̵̟͝w̵̩̿ ̸̟̈ṭ̴̚h̶̻̓e̸̳͗ ̷̨͊a̴̢͠n̷̘͝s̴͉̚w̵̝͝è̶͎r̸̳̅ ̶͔̌y̸̫̌o̵͉̐ū̶͖r̷̹̂s̸̥̈́e̸̢͆l̷̨̾f̶̯͊.̶͇͌"̷̢̈́ Xezithic bellows before it continues gliding, sending a powerful gale of wind around itself and buffeting the birds a bit. Despite the conversation earlier, the gale wasn't intentional. It just is a massively powerful force of elemental nature.
The bird follows after it
The aboleth doesn't seem to mind the bird near it, though its primordial power continues to flow out of it's body as the massive archipelago of islands are swirling and reforming. Volcanic islands forming more rock as it hardens only to break off and fuse with other islands. Rain flows over the surfaces only to turn into rivers that then seem to flow without gravity between neighboring islands. Wind churns and howls across everything, providing air to various islands despite how height up they are. The kingdom of Duality is still bathed in light and darkness that merges at the center of the now island kingdom.
It quickly takes all this information in, though likely not appreciating it’s beauty
After some time, one of the Aboleth's eyes turns to the Bird.
"̵̻̀I̶̝͊ ̶̤̈́t̷̫̏ĥ̶̝i̴͈̓n̸̘̅k̵͈͐ ̸̳̅y̴̧̕ó̵̙u̷̜̅ ̸̲͋ą̴͝ṛ̸͂ȅ̴͜ ̴̑͜a̶͇̋ ̶̢͂b̵̳͝i̵̹͂t̸̨̏ ̵̮́c̷̭̈o̴̩͝n̷̺͊f̶̱̃u̶̠͊ŝ̶̠é̵͚d̵͕͛,̸̗͂ ̴̩̒b̵̘͛û̷̮t̵̮̐ ̸̡̀t̵̛͈h̴̲͆ă̷͔t̴̼̑ ̷̖̇î̸̞ş̶̿ ̸̜̎n̶̪̊ȏ̷ͅt̵̝͆ ̵͈̄m̷̼͆y̷̠͂ ̴͚̿c̵͔͐ó̶̤n̵̆ͅċ̴̳e̵̝͑ŕ̷̖n̵͍̂.̸̦̃ ̶̠̑I̷̳̎'̶̬̈m̶͙̏ ̷̛̜s̸̢̛u̵̲̐r̵͖͒é̸̝ ̶̬̈́o̷͓̕n̷̘̚e̴̜̾ ̷̖̾ȯ̷̰f̴̭͋ ̴̠͛m̸̭̽y̶̲̍ ̴̠̒a̴̬̚l̶̆͜l̵̳̒i̷̛͖e̵̙̕ŝ̸͙ ̵͉̀k̷͕̅n̵͖͝o̶̤͗w̴͇͝s̴̬̈́ ̴̣̊w̴̗̆h̴̞͐ǫ̵͆ ̸̩͂y̶͎͒ỏ̸͇u̴̯̍ ̵̢̇s̸̨͒ë̷̘r̴̙̐ṽ̶͕e̵̘̚,̷̱̿ ̷̪̓I̵͓͆'̷̞͠l̴̪̀l̷̖̽ ̶̗̈́j̶͋͜u̴̻̓s̵̖̏t̴̫̐ ̶͚́a̴̧̚s̵̯̾k̵̊͜ ̷̝͊ṫ̸͖h̴͈̀e̷̼͝m̴͚̎ ̸̝̌s̵̞͗i̷͍̍n̷͔͗ĉ̵͈e̶̮̽ ̷̝͒y̷͈͗ơ̶͇ṳ̷̈́ ̶͚͗d̷̡͊ő̴̪n̸̪̐'̷̡̓t̵̻͠ ̴̬̇k̸͕̈́n̷̹̒o̵̟͝w̵̩̿ ̸̟̈ṭ̴̚h̶̻̓e̸̳͗ ̷̨͊a̴̢͠n̷̘͝s̴͉̚w̵̝͝è̶͎r̸̳̅ ̶͔̌y̸̫̌o̵͉̐ū̶͖r̷̹̂s̸̥̈́e̸̢͆l̷̨̾f̶̯͊.̶͇͌"̷̢̈́ Xezithic bellows before it continues gliding, sending a powerful gale of wind around itself and buffeting the birds a bit. Despite the conversation earlier, the gale wasn't intentional. It just is a massively powerful force of elemental nature.
The bird follows after it
The aboleth doesn't seem to mind the bird near it, though its primordial power continues to flow out of it's body as the massive archipelago of islands are swirling and reforming. Volcanic islands forming more rock as it hardens only to break off and fuse with other islands. Rain flows over the surfaces only to turn into rivers that then seem to flow without gravity between neighboring islands. Wind churns and howls across everything, providing air to various islands despite how height up they are. The kingdom of Duality is still bathed in light and darkness that merges at the center of the now island kingdom.
It quickly takes all this information in, though likely not appreciating it’s beauty
After some time, one of the Aboleth's eyes turns to the Bird.
The bird lets loose a cold, mechanically laugh “Conflict is not a concern. If you attempted such, these islands would no collapsing as we speak. In the words of my lord:” his voice becomes a perfect echo of Foréir’s, the same cold, menacing and perpetually annoyed tone “You are worthless in my eyes. Little more than pathetic trash, not even worthy of becoming my kindling. You. Are. Insignificant.”
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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!”
The bird lets loose a cold, mechanically laugh “Conflict is not a concern. If you attempted such, these islands would no collapsing as we speak. In the words of my lord:” his voice becomes a perfect echo of Foréir’s, the same cold, menacing and perpetually annoyed tone “You are worthless in my eyes. Little more than pathetic trash, not even worthy of becoming my kindling. You. Are. Insignificant.”
The bird lets loose a cold, mechanically laugh “Conflict is not a concern. If you attempted such, these islands would no collapsing as we speak. In the words of my lord:” his voice becomes a perfect echo of Foréir’s, the same cold, menacing and perpetually annoyed tone “You are worthless in my eyes. Little more than pathetic trash, not even worthy of becoming my kindling. You. Are. Insignificant.”
”He is aware of what does and does not concern him. Such as this. If the city falls, so be it. No matter what, fire shall always remain.”
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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!”
The bird lets loose a cold, mechanically laugh “Conflict is not a concern. If you attempted such, these islands would no collapsing as we speak. In the words of my lord:” his voice becomes a perfect echo of Foréir’s, the same cold, menacing and perpetually annoyed tone “You are worthless in my eyes. Little more than pathetic trash, not even worthy of becoming my kindling. You. Are. Insignificant.”
*cool. so does tempor just get a prediction of the current most likely outcome, or also an outline of how it could go?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
a voice emanates from the clouds around it "hello."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“OH HOW STRANGE IT IS TO HEAR THE SOUND… OF ANOTHER VOICE… HAVE YOU COME TO WITNESS DESTRUCTION?” it whispers, like flames flickering in a silent night, almost hard to hear among the grinding, shifting sounds of its enormous wheels.
The aboleth doesn't seem to mind the bird near it, though its primordial power continues to flow out of it's body as the massive archipelago of islands are swirling and reforming. Volcanic islands forming more rock as it hardens only to break off and fuse with other islands. Rain flows over the surfaces only to turn into rivers that then seem to flow without gravity between neighboring islands. Wind churns and howls across everything, providing air to various islands despite how height up they are. The kingdom of Duality is still bathed in light and darkness that merges at the center of the now island kingdom.
"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
*Mephilia and the rest would be open to it so long as they are peaceful. This was done to avoid the conflict that has been brewing down below after all.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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It quickly takes all this information in, though likely not appreciating it’s beauty
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!”
A massive Talon bursts from the ground to meet with Yadathiel’s height.
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 just had an idea: I could bring in Chef Barbeau in his prime!*
*For those who don't know/remember, Barbeau is a recurring character of mine, a cambion Archfiend who tamed the chaos and evil within himself.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After some time, one of the Aboleth's eyes turns to the Bird.
"̵̼̀Ǐ̸̟n̵̗͊f̶̬͊o̴̥͗r̵̮̐m̶̺̑ ̵͎̌F̷̯͋o̵̰͂r̵͉͠ḛ̶́̂i̷̱̒r̵̽ͅ ̶̣̋t̴̢͂h̸̭̄ḁ̸͊t̷̞́ ̵̫̋w̵͍͗e̶̟̊ ̸͖͆u̸̮͋n̴͜͝d̸̟͛e̴̟͊r̷̰̆ș̵͐t̶̹̾a̴̯͘n̸̫̆d̷͍̓ ̸̳͛ö̸̟́b̴̗̀s̷͖͂e̴͈̓ȓ̴̝v̴̈́ͅă̸̲ț̵̽ĭ̸̲o̴̲̿n̴̤͝ ̸̛̖a̷̠͝n̴̟̄d̴̪͛ ̴̣̆c̴̨͝ạ̵̓u̸̖͆t̸̬͝i̸̻͂ỏ̴͍n̷̪̂,̷͇͂ ̴̙̃b̴͈͆u̶͕̎ṱ̸͊ ̸̬̉ẃ̸̢e̵͚̎ ̴̖̋a̶̼͒r̷̩͑ė̵͔n̵͇̕'̸͖̅ẗ̴͈ ̶̞̽ḯ̸͔n̴̫͝t̵̝̍ê̸̥r̶̛̯e̵̡͌s̴̨̅t̶̪͠ĕ̷͍d̴̨́ ̶͕̓ḭ̴̾n̵̲̈́ ̸̂͜ć̷̫o̶͓̊n̴̜̆ḟ̸̳l̷̼̆i̴̦͝c̴̞̃t̴̲͝.̸̟̎ ̴̃͜O̶̭̿ň̷̫e̵̦͘ ̵̛̣o̷̘͑f̷̼̆ ̵͈̌m̵̽ͅỵ̷̾ ̶̨̕a̸̙͘l̷̲͂ḷ̸̈i̶̟͆e̷̟̾s̴̫̈́ ̶̯̚o̵̫̔w̵̤̎n̷̼̄ ̸̳́ȁ̴͓l̶̍ͅļ̵̌y̶̲͂ ̷̨́i̴̤̋s̸̖̍ ̷͕̾a̷̗̕l̴̝̿r̶̞̿e̷̫͌ă̷̜d̶̲̕y̷̠͗ ̵̼̅a̸̬͛ţ̷̂t̵͎̀e̷̥̍m̷͈̌p̴͇͆ṯ̵͂i̴͔̇ǹ̷̗g̷͚͝ ̸́ͅt̷̼́ö̵̮ ̸͕̿ȃ̷̗ȋ̷̬d̶̥͌ ̸̜̑h̷͙̐i̸̬͛m̵͎̕ ̶̭͗a̸͓͑t̸͙͛ ̷̜͋t̸̫̑h̵͍̄ị̶̈́s̶̼͠ ̷̳̏m̵͖̀ơ̵̢m̶͚͊e̷̮̊n̴̥̐ṱ̴̇.̴̢̈́.̸͕̎.̸̗̚"̷̫̕
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*ooh, barbeau is always a good addition to a thread*
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 I love Barbeau. He was great.*
It pauses in its tracks, it’s core focusing its gaze on the talon.
The bird lets loose a cold, mechanically laugh “Conflict is not a concern. If you attempted such, these islands would no collapsing as we speak. In the words of my lord:” his voice becomes a perfect echo of Foréir’s, the same cold, menacing and perpetually annoyed tone “You are worthless in my eyes. Little more than pathetic trash, not even worthy of becoming my kindling. You. Are. Insignificant.”
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!”
The Talon’s surface glows again, now displaying the image of The UNKNOWABLE on each one of its facets.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yadathiel’s core burns slightly brighter, and it’s wheels grind to a snail’s pace, as it watches the Unknowable with interest.
”THE TIME IS UPON US, FELLOW BEING OF THE UNSEEN WORLD.”
"̵͎̇Y̴̧̓ó̸̡ȕ̶̯ř̶͉ ̶͕́L̷͕͋o̴̹̚r̸͎͝d̷̪͌ ̸̟̐s̷͓͒ẖ̵̂o̴͐ͅủ̶̪l̴̖͠d̶͐͜ ̵̔͜w̶̠̐o̴̡͑r̸͔̈r̴̭͒ỵ̸̔ ̶͕͑ạ̴̌b̸̪̎ȏ̸̘ȕ̷̢t̸̻͌ ̷͕̄t̷̟̍h̴̞̎ȩ̴́ ̷̰̔l̵͈̑a̸̝͒ń̵̗d̶̹͝ ̷̳̿b̷̨̈́ę̶͒ĺ̴̲o̸̻͛w̶̟̿ ̶̫̔o̸̹̅u̸̪͌r̸͎̓š̸̖.̷̦̿ ̵̛̗T̸̖̀ḫ̶̛è̷͙ ̶͕͝C̶͉͊i̴͕̋ť̶̳y̴̠͐ ̷̨͐o̷̲̾f̶͙̈́ ̴̡̀O̵̭͂r̶̡͗d̴͈̋ë̵̯́r̶̭̈́ ̷͕͝ǐ̶̗s̵̜̀ ̵̹͆c̵̖̃o̸̧͂m̶͔͆p̷̼̊r̶͉͋ọ̵͆m̶͔̃ỉ̷̭s̸̻͝e̴̥͒d̸̹̀,̴̖͂ ̵̣̀a̸̲͗n̶̮̽d̷͚̓ ̴͇̏n̴̻̍ę̶̒w̵̲̒ ̷̯͘ḓ̴͗ǎ̷̲n̵͙̊g̶͎̊e̴͈͝ŗ̸̛o̶͍̒ṵ̴̊ṡ̴̺ ̷̥̋a̵̜̿r̷̪̒i̵̩͒s̶̼̈e̵̝͠.̸͍̌ ̴̳̐I̵͎̋ ̴̈́ͅw̵͈̆ǐ̴̡s̴̢͋h̷̥͆ ̵̥̂y̵̠͋ó̵̞ư̶̰r̵̜̔ ̴̠͛L̶͉̄ȍ̶͔r̸͎̎d̸͘͜ ̶̼͊l̷̺̽u̶̘͠č̵͓k̴̠͝ ̵̪̈́w̷̫̔e̶̱͛a̴̰̅ṯ̵̆h̵̠̿e̶̲͋r̸̥͑i̴̟̋n̴̞͠g̶̩̕ ̶̤̇t̴̮̿h̸̽ͅe̴͂͜ ̷̧̈c̵͙̍ȯ̵͇m̷͎̏i̴͒͜ń̸ͅg̶͎̀ ̸̰̀ş̴̔t̴͔̅o̵̩̓r̴̨̊m̶͙̿.̸̟̚ ̵̺͛H̴̝͠ǐ̶̧s̶͉͗ ̸̛̤"̸̰̄s̵̩̃i̷͓̐g̶̡̉n̶̬͘i̶͔͝f̴̰͘ỉ̷̤c̵͎͛a̴̗͊n̵͇̓c̸̥̽ë̶̩́"̷̯͒ ̸̙̒w̴̹̔i̸͖͗l̵͉̑ĺ̴̘ ̸̹̔b̶̘͂e̴͙͑ ̷̺͒t̸̠̎e̴̽ͅs̶̖̋t̵̼̒e̶̡͘d̸̡̀.̴̢̌ ̴̤͑M̸̰͛ḁ̶̈y̷̛̲ḇ̴̂é̸̬ ̵̢͛h̸̝͒ë̴̤́ ̸͙͋w̵̐͜ì̵͎l̸̩̈l̴̤͋ ̵̮̉ẽ̷̥v̷̪̀e̵̡̾n̸͜͝ ̵̓ͅë̶͚́n̴̗̄j̷̛͕o̶͌ͅy̴̱͆ ̵̤̄ṭ̸͒h̸͙͊ȇ̸̫ ̴͆ͅc̵̬̿h̷͙̊a̷͑ͅl̷̻̚l̶͎̋e̴̜͋ṉ̶͌ģ̴͛e̸̫͑.̵̲͝"̸̎ͅ
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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”He is aware of what does and does not concern him. Such as this. If the city falls, so be it. No matter what, fire shall always remain.”
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!”
It’s just an image upon the surface. Seems as though The UNKNOWABLE is merely communicating.
*to be clear, Yadathiel is the one who can actively create Talons and Rifts. The UNKNOWABLE can only control preexisting ones.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"̷̩͊T̵̘͑h̶͎́ḙ̷̑ ̷̹́ē̴̝v̴̯͒ë̸͔́r̸̰̂ ̴̞̍ḅ̶̊u̵̯͗r̷͍͆n̵̜̑ì̵̲n̶͕̕ǵ̷̘ ̵͎̏f̴̣̽l̶̬̑a̶͈͌m̵͖̃ȇ̷̳s̵̻̅ ̶͕̉i̷̫͋s̴̫͑ ̴͎͠ṡ̶̫o̴͚̽m̵̨͆e̵̮̾t̵̪̋h̵̤́ȉ̶̼n̵͙͒g̶̣͋ ̶͍̂I̶̟̔ ̴̣͂r̸̜̓e̸̝̍s̷̗̐p̸̳̉ë̶̟c̶̟͒t̴̗͌.̸̫́ ̴̗͌T̶͓̎h̴͉͆e̷̛̹y̵̜̾ ̴̥̓t̸̺̄e̷͇͂m̶̢̿p̶͖̐ȅ̷ͅr̵̖̈ ̷̮͘ā̵͉ǹ̶͉d̴͚͗ ̶̩̒b̵̡̓u̷͎̔r̶̮̀n̵̨͒ ̴̫̍a̴̩͌w̷̹͝a̵̾͜y̶̯͝ ̵̩̉t̷̬̓h̶̘͐ö̶̤́s̸̯͛e̸̤͗ ̸̫̄t̴̻̆o̵͇͛o̵̘̎ ̵̪̌ẃ̶̟ē̸̮a̵͔̔k̵̡̎ ̸̼̍t̸̘̍o̶̲̕ ̵̭͑ẇ̶̢i̷̡͒t̷͔̄h̷̤̋s̵̞̍t̷̟͒ā̶̱n̶͚̎d̶̠̓ ̵̘̅ǐ̸̝ṭ̵̉.̵̜̅"̵̢̽
Xezithic continues to glide around the isles as they continue to drift Northwest.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*alrighty!*
it pauses, before it’s wheels begin to pick up speed again, and it starts a course to the well of all worlds.