“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."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
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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!”
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
Savut slithers up behind him. "Interesting creations. Do you intend to use their songs to quell dissentation?"
“Indeed… they can calm others with their song, which can stall some criminal and stop them from fleeing, or prevent something from happening in the first place… any other ideas to secure the city?”
“I’d suggest... traps. Lots of traps.”
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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.
“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."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
"And yet you only kinda think it will be able to fend for itself. You give it many abilities but you don't know it, truly know it." He pets his dragon "I know what my friend is capable of, and their limits."
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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.
“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."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
"And yet you only kinda think it will be able to fend for itself. You give it many abilities but you don't know it, truly know it." He pets his dragon "I know what my friend is capable of, and their limits."
“Eh. Maybe.” He grins “I’m gonna make more!” He places his hand on the Beholder, causing it too split half, creating another one. The process seems incredibly painful. Then he does it again. And again, creating Beholder after Beholder, laughing maniacally all the time.
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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!”
Arsendir is creating some more guards: he calls them Harpies. Human with bird claws and feet, and wings sprouting from their back. They were created from a few of his cultists. Their songs are beautiful, sickly sweet, irresistible… they flock out around the city, making nests from stray twigs in trees or atop buildings, wherever they can see a lot.
Savut slithers up behind him. "Interesting creations. Do you intend to use their songs to quell dissentation?"
“Indeed… they can calm others with their song, which can stall some criminal and stop them from fleeing, or prevent something from happening in the first place… any other ideas to secure the city?”
“I’d suggest... traps. Lots of traps.”
“Good idea… anyways, did you have a plan for what would happen if Cogintius comes back?”
"Because life isn't about solitude, if it were you would be gone by now."
But… I could create creatures of the deep! To give me company.
"But would that ever be the same as simply meeting people you didn't create? Learning about them?"
I’m not sure… but I would like to stay in the depths for now… I’m hideous as of currently, by your standards at least…
"You aren't hideous, I'll visit you whenever you want, if you'll ever need the company." He whistles and his horse comes back.
am I not a monster to you mortals? But… that is sweet, thank you… the monster touches him with a marble hand and he gains the ability to breathe underwater and withstand the pressure of the deep.
Rulundra is slinking through the City of Peace. People around them keep tripping and dropping things.
Happy is walking through the streets, people becoming luckier, counteracting their effect. Happy spots the will, but says nothing.
Rulundra raises their head, bones clinking and emeralds glinting. They watch Happy as he passes.
He gesture for the will to follow him, slightly incentivizing their gap in power as a bit of motivation.
They tilt their head and slowly follow Happy.
Happy begins to speak once they knew they are following "Who are you? Do you know where you are?"
Rulundra’s mouth is stitched shut. As such, it only nods in response to the second question.
"Hmm, you cant speak?" He raises a hand, cloud form on his finger, and he writes the question out of clouds.
Rulundra looks agitated and attempts to pull their emaciated lips apart, but the red thread that binds their mouth (the same that connects the bones to their hat) doesn’t break. They pluck a jackdaw feather from their coat, poke the nib between their teeth, and then write on their palm in an odd green fluid, Yeah, I can’t. But I can hear, at least, so you don’t need to write it.
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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.
"Because life isn't about solitude, if it were you would be gone by now."
But… I could create creatures of the deep! To give me company.
"But would that ever be the same as simply meeting people you didn't create? Learning about them?"
I’m not sure… but I would like to stay in the depths for now… I’m hideous as of currently, by your standards at least…
"You aren't hideous, I'll visit you whenever you want, if you'll ever need the company." He whistles and his horse comes back.
am I not a monster to you mortals? But… that is sweet, thank you… the monster touches him with a marble hand and he gains the ability to breathe underwater and withstand the pressure of the deep.
what is your name?
"I'm Anthony. What's your name?" He feels the blessing from the creature and smiles at them "And the only monsters I've met are as human as I am." He gets unto of his horse and pets them. *I planned to RP this character once, now I have to keep them. Thank you.*
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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.
“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."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
"And yet you only kinda think it will be able to fend for itself. You give it many abilities but you don't know it, truly know it." He pets his dragon "I know what my friend is capable of, and their limits."
“Eh. Maybe.” He grins “I’m gonna make more!” He places his hand on the Beholder, causing it too split half, creating another one. The process seems incredibly painful. Then he does it again. And again, creating Beholder after Beholder, laughing maniacally all the time.
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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!”
Rulundra is slinking through the City of Peace. People around them keep tripping and dropping things.
Happy is walking through the streets, people becoming luckier, counteracting their effect. Happy spots the will, but says nothing.
Rulundra raises their head, bones clinking and emeralds glinting. They watch Happy as he passes.
He gesture for the will to follow him, slightly incentivizing their gap in power as a bit of motivation.
They tilt their head and slowly follow Happy.
Happy begins to speak once they knew they are following "Who are you? Do you know where you are?"
Rulundra’s mouth is stitched shut. As such, it only nods in response to the second question.
"Hmm, you cant speak?" He raises a hand, cloud form on his finger, and he writes the question out of clouds.
Rulundra looks agitated and attempts to pull their emaciated lips apart, but the red thread that binds their mouth (the same that connects the bones to their hat) doesn’t break. They pluck a jackdaw feather from their coat, poke the nib between their teeth, and then write on their palm in an odd green fluid, Yeah, I can’t. But I can hear, at least, so you don’t need to write it.
He nods "Magical bindings I assume. I would help you but that isn't my field of expertise. Although my partner is an expert in magical things. Now are you going to be a threat to this city?"
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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.
“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."
“I call it a Beholder. And art is subjective. To me, this is a wonderful creation.” The Behold groans, likely in pain “it’ll be fine.”
"Even if it does wish to exist, I think its in pain. It most likely considers you its parent, so you should probably help it." He watches the creature with a sympathetic frown.
“You want me to help it? It can fend for itself. Probably.”
"That sounds like you don't understand what you've created, which makes you very dangerous indeed."
“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
"And yet you only kinda think it will be able to fend for itself. You give it many abilities but you don't know it, truly know it." He pets his dragon "I know what my friend is capable of, and their limits."
“Eh. Maybe.” He grins “I’m gonna make more!” He places his hand on the Beholder, causing it too split half, creating another one. The process seems incredibly painful. Then he does it again. And again, creating Beholder after Beholder, laughing maniacally all the time.
*Sorry.*
The Nameless King frowns "And I was just starting to like you. Actually that's a lie, but I was very willing to tolerate you. Because you can make life doesn't make said life worthless, same as any other living thing, death gives life value, not life."
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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.
Etiam im librum scribo
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“Oh I know exactly what I created. It can do all kinds of magic with its eyes. Like charming people, canceling out magic or turning things into stone!”
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!”
"Because life isn't about solitude, if it were you would be gone by now."
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’d suggest... traps. Lots of traps.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And yet you only kinda think it will be able to fend for itself. You give it many abilities but you don't know it, truly know it." He pets his dragon "I know what my friend is capable of, and their limits."
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
They tilt their head and slowly follow Happy with a staggering gait.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Happy begins to speak once they knew they are following "Who are you? Do you know where you are?"
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
Rulundra’s mouth is stitched shut. As such, it only nods in response to the second question.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
But… I could create creatures of the deep! To give me company.
“Eh. Maybe.” He grins “I’m gonna make more!” He places his hand on the Beholder, causing it too split half, creating another one. The process seems incredibly painful. Then he does it again. And again, creating Beholder after Beholder, laughing maniacally all the time.
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!”
“Good idea… anyways, did you have a plan for what would happen if Cogintius comes back?”
"Hmm, you cant speak?" He raises a hand, cloud form on his finger, and he writes the question out of clouds.
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
"But would that ever be the same as simply meeting people you didn't create? Learning about them?"
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 not sure… but I would like to stay in the depths for now… I’m hideous as of currently, by your standards at least…
"You aren't hideous, I'll visit you whenever you want, if you'll ever need the company." He whistles and his horse comes back.
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
am I not a monster to you mortals? But… that is sweet, thank you… the monster touches him with a marble hand and he gains the ability to breathe underwater and withstand the pressure of the deep.
what is your name?
Rulundra looks agitated and attempts to pull their emaciated lips apart, but the red thread that binds their mouth (the same that connects the bones to their hat) doesn’t break. They pluck a jackdaw feather from their coat, poke the nib between their teeth, and then write on their palm in an odd green fluid, Yeah, I can’t. But I can hear, at least, so you don’t need to write it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm Anthony. What's your name?" He feels the blessing from the creature and smiles at them "And the only monsters I've met are as human as I am." He gets unto of his horse and pets them. *I planned to RP this character once, now I have to keep them. Thank you.*
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
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!”
He nods "Magical bindings I assume. I would help you but that isn't my field of expertise. Although my partner is an expert in magical things. Now are you going to be a threat to this city?"
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
*Sorry.*
The Nameless King frowns "And I was just starting to like you. Actually that's a lie, but I was very willing to tolerate you. Because you can make life doesn't make said life worthless, same as any other living thing, death gives life value, not life."
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