*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
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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!”
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
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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!”
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
“I thought it takes one to know one?” He fully smiles once more and sits, the ground shaking a bit.
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
He continues to move, the creature can’t tell but he is sobbing, a very ugly cry, as he swims slower and slower as he begins to drown, his mind going dark slowly but steadily. He begins to go limp, his muscles and limbs going out.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
“I thought it takes one to know one?” He fully smiles once more and sits, the ground shaking a bit.
“I’m well aware.” He tears the flesh off his right arm and begins sculpting it, as the flensed arm heals
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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!”
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
He continues to move, the creature can’t tell but he is sobbing, a very ugly cry, as he swims slower and slower as he begins to drown, his mind going dark slowly but steadily. He begins to go limp, his muscles and limbs going out.
It snatches him up in its Eel maw, and it swims to shore swiftly before he can fully drown, placing him there. It’s other heads are beneath the water, just one eel head watching him.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
“I thought it takes one to know one?” He fully smiles once more and sits, the ground shaking a bit.
“I’m well aware.” He tears the flesh off his right arm and begins sculpting it, as the flensed arm heals
He sticks the broken spear into the ground, the weapon bigger than the creature “At least you are aware. What are you doing?”
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
He continues to move, the creature can’t tell but he is sobbing, a very ugly cry, as he swims slower and slower as he begins to drown, his mind going dark slowly but steadily. He begins to go limp, his muscles and limbs going out.
It snatches him up in its Eel maw, and it swims to shore swiftly before he can fully drown, placing him there. It’s other heads are beneath the water, just one eel head watching him.
After a while he awakes, and upon sees the Eel head screams in fear before realizing it saved him. He sits up and looks at the creature “Thank you, but if you want to interact with mortal, you will need to look more presentable.”
*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.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down its eyes.
He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
He continues to move, the creature can’t tell but he is sobbing, a very ugly cry, as he swims slower and slower as he begins to drown, his mind going dark slowly but steadily. He begins to go limp, his muscles and limbs going out.
It snatches him up in its Eel maw, and it swims to shore swiftly before he can fully drown, placing him there. It’s other heads are beneath the water, just one eel head watching him.
After a while he awakes, and upon sees the Eel head screams in fear before realizing it saved him. He sits up and looks at the creature “Thank you, but if you want to interact with mortal, you will need to look more presentable.”
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
“How do you lose a name?”
“Well most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
“I thought it takes one to know one?” He fully smiles once more and sits, the ground shaking a bit.
“I’m well aware.” He tears the flesh off his right arm and begins sculpting it, as the flensed arm heals
He sticks the broken spear into the ground, the weapon bigger than the creature “At least you are aware. What are you doing?”
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
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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!”
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
It seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
“I’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
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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.
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He makes it to about ten feet from the woman, above the shadow slowly moving in the waves. As he looks closely, he realizes that the woman’s face… almost seems to be made of polished rock, the same rock in the cliff side. It moves as if it were alive, though. She reaches a hand towards him, the hand also rocky, and not coming out the water more than the wrist.
He tilts his head, and his smile drops a bit “Hmm, so you’re one of those kind of people. I’ve seen many like you myself in my day and in my home. I neither have a name, I did, but it was lost. I am simply known as the Nameless King.”
He holds out his hand, grabbing the polished stone hand, rubbing the palm with his own hand as he goes even deeper into the water “You look like the art piece he was trying to make, but that doesn’t make sense? Something like that could only exist by the work of a will.” He wipes away his tears and totally submerges himself.
“How do you lose a name?”
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 most expect mortals to have good memories, unfortunately mine isn’t exactly perfect. Especially after all these years.”
As he submerges himself, he sees what is actually happening. It’s horrifying.
the face of the woman? It’s a polished, sculpted mask from the cliff side, covering the face of the creature. Same with the hand, a hollowed out disguise. The creature’s top half is… vaguely humanoid, but the bottom half? He can barely even tell what he’s looking at. The tail of a seal, the body of an old, barnacle encrusted whale, covered in dull, black and grey chitinous plates, the bottom of the body atop a scuttling mass of crab legs, wrapped with the flowing tendrils of a hundred sea jellies. At the side of the Body are two enormous crab claws, one larger than the other, and three heads. One head leads to the humanoid body, it’s monstrous features hidden by the mask, and the other are at the least twenty feet long, topped with the faces of eels, wrapped in seaweed vaguely resembling human hair. Each of them have human appendages, a deep grey and adapted for the ocean, tipped with sharp claws. The disguised on is likely the same underneath.
He screams in fear, very little sound being able to be hear through the water, air bubbles floating to the surface. He tries to swim back up to the land, terrified of what he has saw, scarring him for the rest of his life. The frantic swimming making him slower than he would be if he was calm.
“Wow.” It’s flesh ripples “You’re an idiot.”
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 thought it takes one to know one?” He fully smiles once more and sits, the ground shaking a bit.
The disguised head slinks back underwater, and the creature rears back, before dashing forward, revealing four whale fins it is propelling itself with. It keeps pace with him, not attacking. The two regular eel heads watch him closely, one on either side, seeming ready to strike.
He continues to move, the creature can’t tell but he is sobbing, a very ugly cry, as he swims slower and slower as he begins to drown, his mind going dark slowly but steadily. He begins to go limp, his muscles and limbs going out.
“I’m well aware.” He tears the flesh off his right arm and begins sculpting it, as the flensed arm heals
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 snatches him up in its Eel maw, and it swims to shore swiftly before he can fully drown, placing him there. It’s other heads are beneath the water, just one eel head watching him.
He sticks the broken spear into the ground, the weapon bigger than the creature “At least you are aware. What are you doing?”
After a while he awakes, and upon sees the Eel head screams in fear before realizing it saved him. He sits up and looks at the creature “Thank you, but if you want to interact with mortal, you will need to look more presentable.”
Upon hearing this, it shrieks, almost in pain, before its eel head darts back beneath the water and it’s disguised, statue head replaces it.
He walks over to the water, remaining in the shallow end, speaking slowly "Mortals. Scared. Look. Safe." He gestures to his own body slowly "I. Safe."
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’m an artist. I’m making art.” He shapes the flesh into a round shape. Creating a creature with a gigantic eye and a massive maw taking up most of is round body, several eye stalks surrounding its body. He then tosses it into the air, where it grows in size and gains color, floating in the air. “Beautiful. True art.” The being seems to be talking more to himself than the other will or the grotesque creature.
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 seems to understand, and it looks towards the half broken statue near the water. It’s three heads reach towards it at once, and bring it to the water. A few moments later, the disguised head now has an entire marble body. And it’s slowly gaining color as well, the marble becoming more flexible and the clothes of it becoming like actual fabric. The only thing that doesn’t change is the hair, made of seaweed. is this better? says a voice in the boy’s mind.
"I wouldn't consider that art, although I consider my friend here to be art themself." He says placing a hand on the dragon, petting their mane softly "Whatever that is, I don't believe it wishes to exist."
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