*I’ve just had a fresh burst of inspiration for a new will! Can I start this one at level 3, Arch.*
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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!”
*Well honestly I'm perfectly fine with them starting at level 1.*
*Same here. But he isn’t necessarily wrong.*
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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!”
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
In an alley in the patchwork streets of the City of Peace, a mysterious creature sits hunched and cross-legged in the dust. It has a broad frame and looks to be perhaps seven feet tall or so. It wears a cloak of jackdaw feathers over its torso, with only its clasped, pale, emaciated hands visible, and also wears leather trousers, its feet similarly gaunt and blanched. On its head is something like an ushanka, also made of jackdaw feathers, with old human clavicles hanging from the flaps by pieces of red twine. A piece of black cloth hangs from the front of the ushanka and obscures the creature’s eyes, with two flat, round emeralds attached to the cloth in the place of eyes. The part of its face that can be seen is that of a body that has lain dead in a field for days, pale and withered. It has a hole of a nose and its mouth is stitched shut in a smiling shape. This being is Rulundra, Demon of ill fortune. Strife domain.
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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.
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
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*An artist at an ocean shore sculpting, and the statue, their muse, becomes a goddess of the truest form. Just a suggestion though.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Someone gotta keep Slayer chained to the land*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*If you think about it, Vampires would be great scuba divers. So he can't be stopped.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I’ve just had a fresh burst of inspiration for a new will! Can I start this one at level 3, Arch.*
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!”
*If the new Will can cause the water to move like a stream, would it damage him?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hypothetically most likely, but if someone doesn't want him somewhere he'll just leave.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Glad he’s respectful at least*
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 got a really good idea for another Will, can I start them a level 3 as well? Because I got an idea to make a Dark Souls boss in this thread.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*He's not so bad that he won't take no for an answer.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Powercreep has come for the smorgasbord*
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 gotta figure out if I want to adapt another God from my world....or even one of the Defilers...
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Well honestly I'm perfectly fine with them starting at level 1.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Same here. But he isn’t necessarily wrong.*
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!”
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*If I could get a hold of a Tarrasque....*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Well there's one in the City of Peace, but Happy has plans for that one.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
In an alley in the patchwork streets of the City of Peace, a mysterious creature sits hunched and cross-legged in the dust. It has a broad frame and looks to be perhaps seven feet tall or so. It wears a cloak of jackdaw feathers over its torso, with only its clasped, pale, emaciated hands visible, and also wears leather trousers, its feet similarly gaunt and blanched. On its head is something like an ushanka, also made of jackdaw feathers, with old human clavicles hanging from the flaps by pieces of red twine. A piece of black cloth hangs from the front of the ushanka and obscures the creature’s eyes, with two flat, round emeralds attached to the cloth in the place of eyes. The part of its face that can be seen is that of a body that has lain dead in a field for days, pale and withered. It has a hole of a nose and its mouth is stitched shut in a smiling shape. This being is Rulundra, Demon of ill fortune. Strife domain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody want to RP? Actually is anyone even on?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
"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
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.