Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak and Mephila have decided it is time to prepare themselves incase they are forced to battle others. Both begin working on their True Artifact, Mephilia working tirelessly within her forge, and Volumdremaak merging shadow magic, necrotic energies, and the spirit water of her Wellspring of Souls together.
Visk splits his time between creating his forest and exploring the lands of the Smorgasbord. Everywhere he trots, flowers bloom.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls while trying to not get too close to the commotion happening in the palace, and avoiding anyone else. The rest of the Quartet are maintaining things with the rats.
Leira is helping oversee the construction efforts in the City of Peace, aided by Alabastor and the two Mithril Dragons that are there as well.
Several Arcane constructs are hidden away, watching the monumental battle unfold. Still others are secretly following a certain devil heading directly towards the palace.
Some burning birds that likely don’t have permission to be there watch the two
The Dragons notice, seemingly aware of the birds already being in the Kingdom, but seem to mostly ignore them. Volumdremaak continues to conjure up her weapon, while Mephilia is actually forging it herself within her forge temple our of various metals.
The birds seem to watch Mephilia more intently
The Platinum Dragon would spend the whole day working tirelessly on this artifact. She blends various metals in a strange mixture: Iron, Brass, Copper, Bronze, Steel, Cobalt, Mercury, Orium, Silver, Gold, Adamantine, and Mithril. Each metal is infused with her breath weapon which seems to have the ability to unleash various types of damaging effects. Then, she infuses the mixture with 100% pure platinum.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak and Mephila have decided it is time to prepare themselves incase they are forced to battle others. Both begin working on their True Artifact, Mephilia working tirelessly within her forge, and Volumdremaak merging shadow magic, necrotic energies, and the spirit water of her Wellspring of Souls together.
Visk splits his time between creating his forest and exploring the lands of the Smorgasbord. Everywhere he trots, flowers bloom.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls while trying to not get too close to the commotion happening in the palace, and avoiding anyone else. The rest of the Quartet are maintaining things with the rats.
Leira is helping oversee the construction efforts in the City of Peace, aided by Alabastor and the two Mithril Dragons that are there as well.
Several Arcane constructs are hidden away, watching the monumental battle unfold. Still others are secretly following a certain devil heading directly towards the palace.
Some burning birds that likely don’t have permission to be there watch the two
The Dragons notice, seemingly aware of the birds already being in the Kingdom, but seem to mostly ignore them. Volumdremaak continues to conjure up her weapon, while Mephilia is actually forging it herself within her forge temple our of various metals.
The birds seem to watch Mephilia more intently
The Platinum Dragon would spend the whole day working tirelessly on this artifact. She blends various metals in a strange mixture: Iron, Brass, Copper, Bronze, Steel, Cobalt, Mercury, Orium, Silver, Gold, Adamantine, and Mithril. Each metal is infused with her breath weapon which seems to have the ability to unleash various types of damaging effects. Then, she infuses the mixture with 100% pure platinum.
The birds mutter amongst themselves, wondering about the logistics of such a weapon
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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!”
Barbeau, riding his gluttonous hotel death machine as usual, is hunting down monsters left behind by gods that either died or disappeared. The Gut scrabbles across the earth so fast that the flocks of crows have a hard time keeping up with it. Hundreds of monstrous bodies hang from nooses, which are in turn hung from the Gut itself, swinging from the rapid acceleration and cessation of movement. Many white spotlights shine wildly as the misshapen, crab-like limbs scramble to avoid hitting mortals, their constructions, and their livestock.
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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.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
The Platinum Dragon would spend the whole day working tirelessly on this artifact. She blends various metals in a strange mixture: Iron, Brass, Copper, Bronze, Steel, Cobalt, Mercury, Orium, Silver, Gold, Adamantine, and Mithril. Each metal is infused with her breath weapon which seems to have the ability to unleash various types of damaging effects. Then, she infuses the mixture with 100% pure platinum.
The birds mutter amongst themselves, wondering about the logistics of such a weapon
Her work continues, even as she is focusing on other tasks. At one point, several of her paladins would enter the temple to train with her. She doesn't stop working, but the birds watch as the strange metallic ridges along her back suddenly rises up, revealing dozens of master craft swords of various designs and metalwork. They would float around her, before going after the paladins in an intensive training session. All the while she continues work on her artifact.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
Barbeau, riding his gluttonous hotel death machine as usual, is hunting down monsters left behind by gods that either died or disappeared. The Gut scrabbles across the earth so fast that the flocks of crows have a hard time keeping up with it. Hundreds of monstrous bodies hang from nooses, which are in turn hung from the Gut itself, swinging from the rapid acceleration and cessation of movement. Many white spotlights shine wildly as the misshapen, crab-like limbs scramble to avoid hitting mortals, their constructions, and their livestock.
Visk would be walking and enjoying himself when he would suddenly hear the metallic skittering sounds of the Gut approaching. "Oh dear!"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
It doesn't take long for a giant draconic eye to suddenly appear in front of the crow, staring down at it with an intense gaze.
"You better have a good reason for entering my domain, corvid." She says, her voice a deadly cold whisper.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
It doesn't take long for a giant draconic eye to suddenly appear in front of the crow, staring down at it with an intense gaze.
"You have better had a good reason for entering my domain, corvid." She says, her voice a deadly cold whisper.
“Why did you do it?” It says, it’s speech more flawless than that of the other crows.
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
It doesn't take long for a giant draconic eye to suddenly appear in front of the crow, staring down at it with an intense gaze.
"You have better had a good reason for entering my domain, corvid." She says, her voice a deadly cold whisper.
“Why did you do it?” It says, it’s speech more flawless than that of the other crows.
"I am not interested in being spied on by your master. Nor do I trust your master's intent."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Crows are flocking around the world, to the far reaches, and up in the Sky. The acid crows are even exploring the newly risen kingdom of Duality, but only the unexplored, dark fringes where they can’t be seen.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
It doesn't take long for a giant draconic eye to suddenly appear in front of the crow, staring down at it with an intense gaze.
"You have better had a good reason for entering my domain, corvid." She says, her voice a deadly cold whisper.
“Why did you do it?” It says, it’s speech more flawless than that of the other crows.
"I am not interested in being spied on by your master. Nor do I trust your master's intent."
”what master?“ it caws, confused. ”you kill friends. Friends and babies! Why?” It screeches, distressed.
Xezithic would attack any crows they spot with avengence. They seem to not be given the same leniency that the burning birds are given. One in particular would get swallowed by Xezithic, who's primordial body begins to crush and mold it with his influence.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The Platinum Dragon would spend the whole day working tirelessly on this artifact. She blends various metals in a strange mixture: Iron, Brass, Copper, Bronze, Steel, Cobalt, Mercury, Orium, Silver, Gold, Adamantine, and Mithril. Each metal is infused with her breath weapon which seems to have the ability to unleash various types of damaging effects. Then, she infuses the mixture with 100% pure platinum.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The birds mutter amongst themselves, wondering about the logistics of such a weapon
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!”
*I am the back*
Barbeau, riding his gluttonous hotel death machine as usual, is hunting down monsters left behind by gods that either died or disappeared. The Gut scrabbles across the earth so fast that the flocks of crows have a hard time keeping up with it. Hundreds of monstrous bodies hang from nooses, which are in turn hung from the Gut itself, swinging from the rapid acceleration and cessation of movement. Many white spotlights shine wildly as the misshapen, crab-like limbs scramble to avoid hitting mortals, their constructions, and their livestock.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They keep screeching and squawking, Trying to flee when they’re found. More keep coming.
Xezithic continues to hunt and consume them when found, their bodies being torn apart and molded within the Aboleth, but keeping their essence within to create something new. It seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse, especially since these birds are foolish enough to enter it's territory. Not all of them are slaughtered and consumed, but many are.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Eventually, new sorts of varieties of crows start to flock in, still corrosive but showing mutations like some of the older ones did. They have those proto-claws on their wings, longer necks, and are generally larger. They also have more eyes, and start to resemble Volumdremaak’s dragon form, albeit vaguely.
Her work continues, even as she is focusing on other tasks. At one point, several of her paladins would enter the temple to train with her. She doesn't stop working, but the birds watch as the strange metallic ridges along her back suddenly rises up, revealing dozens of master craft swords of various designs and metalwork. They would float around her, before going after the paladins in an intensive training session. All the while she continues work on her artifact.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Xezithic sees these new crows and looks at them curiously. It lets out a deep bellow of a whale cry, before it would go after them.
Watching from a distance, several white ravens are flying around, observing the strange new crows intently as they start to fly closer.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Some of the mutated crows, seeing the white ravens, swoop towards them and curiously peck at them, trying to snatch them from the sky with their longer necks.
Visk would be walking and enjoying himself when he would suddenly hear the metallic skittering sounds of the Gut approaching. "Oh dear!"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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When the crows touch them, they see visions of things beyond their understanding, and things from their own lives but from the perspective of another as if they were being watched. The raven's bodies then absorb their biological information, shown as unreadable runes as they dart away.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Confused, they fly away to find other creatures to eat, seemingly much better at hiding than their more basic friends.
The raven's harry them, diving through them and collecting more information. It makes the birds creeped out and uncomfortable but doesn't actually hurt them. When any one raven is done collecting information, they take off before they soon dissolve away. Xezithic continues to hunt and consume. Any new crow variant suffers the same harrying.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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One very brave, and stealthy mutated crow tries to find their way to Volumdremaak, perching on a nearby tree.
It doesn't take long for a giant draconic eye to suddenly appear in front of the crow, staring down at it with an intense gaze.
"You better have a good reason for entering my domain, corvid." She says, her voice a deadly cold whisper.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“Why did you do it?” It says, it’s speech more flawless than that of the other crows.
"I am not interested in being spied on by your master. Nor do I trust your master's intent."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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”what master?“ it caws, confused. ”you kill friends. Friends and babies! Why?” It screeches, distressed.
"I am not interested in being lied to." She says angrily. Perched near by are a few of those white ravens, watching.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills