Savut is in a small, swampy, fenced-off section she's set up behind the Tower, where she's making strange antlion-like creatures that are semi-fused to the ground.
Balatro is still leading the devils north. The Underworld is real far from the rest of the world, isn't it?
The UNKNOWABLE is, conversely, almost to the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is stalking the dusty foothills for travelers.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Visk would teleport to the Kingdom of Duality, and is speaking to Volumdremaak and Mephilia. No one but they know what the conversation of about, but onlookers can see it is a serious conversation. After some time, Mephilia and Volumdremaak return to their respective lairs and begin preparations while Visk goes and enhances the plant and wildlife within the Kingdom.
All of the will can sense I slight change in most of the mortals in the kingdom, their fundamental physical limits removed, allowing them to physically grow to an unlimited amount, along with a bit of power from Happy Chaos being noticeable, but that’s all they can sense on the surface. The vassal of Happy Chaos is seemingly responsible for this, but they have gone back to the city of peace.
*I’m imagining those who’s powers are directly enhanced by the wills of the kingdom would not have gotten the enhancements, so their champions and the clerics/paladins/warlocks. Everyone else though has.*
The three of them do notice, and are uncertain about to. However, soon it will be the concern for a new consciousness, a new being.
*Yes everyone regular has gotten enhancements but those who have already been… let’s say ‘claimed’ by another will had not been effected.*
Beholder’s have become much more prominent in this world, quickly multiplying. They hate everything that isn’t themselves, likely due to their creator abandoning them, causing them to become selfish and greedy. Their creator is wandering the world, looking for inspiration for his next art piece.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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!”
*Once Rulundra reaches Level 3 or something they'll make a True Artifact that they can use to cut apart the stitches*
*Im pretty sure you get a true artifact at level 2. Also completely unrelated but I think that if a mortal somehow gets their hands on a true artifact it should affect their mind, make them like the will who has it. Although not exactly the same.*
*Once Rulundra reaches Level 3 or something they'll make a True Artifact that they can use to cut apart the stitches*
*Im pretty sure you get a true artifact at level 2. Also completely unrelated but I think that if a mortal somehow gets their hands on a true artifact it should affect their mind, make them like the will who has it. Although not exactly the same.*
*Then Sarahphym is gonna be completely screwed soon*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Once Rulundra reaches Level 3 or something they'll make a True Artifact that they can use to cut apart the stitches*
*Im pretty sure you get a true artifact at level 2. Also completely unrelated but I think that if a mortal somehow gets their hands on a true artifact it should affect their mind, make them like the will who has it. Although not exactly the same.*
*Then Sarahphym is gonna be completely screwed soon*
*Once Rulundra reaches Level 3 or something they'll make a True Artifact that they can use to cut apart the stitches*
*Im pretty sure you get a true artifact at level 2. Also completely unrelated but I think that if a mortal somehow gets their hands on a true artifact it should affect their mind, make them like the will who has it. Although not exactly the same.*
*Then Sarahphym is gonna be completely screwed soon*
*Yeah, it’s absolutely great isn’t it?*
*yeh*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
Aemulus/Arsendir is in the tower, changing it to his liking, inscribing grim runes on the walls and lining the shelves with potions and magical devices.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
*I hope so, I love me some good ol’ madness.*
Anthony waves to her, smiling upon her form, much different from his original wariness. He swims through the currents and stays beside them, taking deep breaths in the deep abyss of water.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
*I hope so, I love me some good ol’ madness.*
Anthony waves to her, smiling upon her form, much different from his original wariness. He swims through the currents and stays beside them, taking deep breaths in the deep abyss of water.
Thank you for visiting me… I was experimenting a way to Make myself better… but you might not like it, so I won’t show you. I have yet to populate the deep, it is almost barren… but I could show you where i have taken up residence! Sargassa establishes a telepathic link between the two.
Mephilia and Volumdremaak would collect their two artifacts, knowing that part of the ritual they are preparing will require them. They head to the very center of the kingdom, placing the artifacts down. The massive body of Xezithic swimming around the kingdom, though it’s mind is elsewhere.
Visk is making final preparations. Knowing what will happen to him once this ritual is completed.
In the Valley of Herionidus, The Umbral Willow would suddenly teleport away, taking the Deathbloom with it.
Xezithic, controling Zeon, is beginning to make its way towards the throne room, though still taking its time.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro is still leading the devils north. The Underworld is real far from the rest of the world, isn't it.
Balatro can sense a Happy Chaos clone appear beside him before he can see it, a slightly disappointed aura on him.
*Do the clones count as wills for combat purposes?*
"What, come to kill me too?" He asks sarcastically, trudging across the cracked earth, as he did when he was young and first sought out an audience.
*He can use them in combat, but they need to be infused with power points for that.*
“Sorry, if I hadn’t threatened you, you wouldn’t have had the guts to leave. Literally and figuratively.” He says walking with him, his black ichor bleeding from his feet on the earth.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
*I hope so, I love me some good ol’ madness.*
Anthony waves to her, smiling upon her form, much different from his original wariness. He swims through the currents and stays beside them, taking deep breaths in the deep abyss of water.
Thank you for visiting me… I was experimenting a way to Make myself better… but you might not like it, so I won’t show you. I have yet to populate the deep, it is almost barren… but I could show you where i have taken up residence! Sargassa establishes a telepathic link between the two.
“Oh, thank you for that. I would love to see your home, I would show you mine but it isn’t anything special.” He says through the telepathic connection, grabbing one of her appendages as to keep up with her.
Balatro is still leading the devils north. The Underworld is real far from the rest of the world, isn't it.
Balatro can sense a Happy Chaos clone appear beside him before he can see it, a slightly disappointed aura on him.
*Do the clones count as wills for combat purposes?*
"What, come to kill me too?" He asks sarcastically, trudging across the cracked earth, as he did when he was young and first sought out an audience.
*He can use them in combat, but they need to be infused with power points for that.*
“Sorry, if I hadn’t threatened you, you wouldn’t have had the guts to leave. Literally and figuratively.” He says walking with him, his black ichor bleeding from his feet on the earth.
"I didn't WANT to leave! I wanted to help my boss!" He snaps. "YOU don't seem to understand that I'm not like you! I don't want to do good!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
*I hope so, I love me some good ol’ madness.*
Anthony waves to her, smiling upon her form, much different from his original wariness. He swims through the currents and stays beside them, taking deep breaths in the deep abyss of water.
Thank you for visiting me… I was experimenting a way to Make myself better… but you might not like it, so I won’t show you. I have yet to populate the deep, it is almost barren… but I could show you where i have taken up residence! Sargassa establishes a telepathic link between the two.
“Oh, thank you for that. I would love to see your home, I would show you mine but it isn’t anything special.” He says through the telepathic connection, grabbing one of her appendages as to keep up with her.
She brings him down, down, down, so much deeper, at least ten thousand feet, where in front of them is an enormous, palace sized oyster, barnacle encrusted and opened slightly, enough for both of them to fit through. Inside is almost a garden of kelps and sea plants, and corals. Small fish swim in the thousands throughout, and at the center of it is an equally enormous, misshapen pearl that glistens, reflecting the light of bioluminescent algae floating around. The pearl is mostly flat at the top, and Sargassa lands on it, setting Anthony down next to her.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Savut is in a small, swampy, fenced-off section she's set up behind the Tower, where she's making strange antlion-like creatures that are semi-fused to the ground.
Balatro is still leading the devils north. The Underworld is real far from the rest of the world, isn't it?
The UNKNOWABLE is, conversely, almost to the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is stalking the dusty foothills for travelers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yes everyone regular has gotten enhancements but those who have already been… let’s say ‘claimed’ by another will had not been effected.*
Beholder’s have become much more prominent in this world, quickly multiplying. They hate everything that isn’t themselves, likely due to their creator abandoning them, causing them to become selfish and greedy. Their creator is wandering the world, looking for inspiration for his next art piece.
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!”
*Once Rulundra reaches Level 3 or something they'll make a True Artifact that they can use to cut apart the stitches*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im pretty sure you get a true artifact at level 2. Also completely unrelated but I think that if a mortal somehow gets their hands on a true artifact it should affect their mind, make them like the will who has it. Although not exactly the same.*
*Then Sarahphym is gonna be completely screwed soon*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah, it’s absolutely great isn’t it?*
*yeh*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sargassa has retreated to her briny lair in the deep ocean, and there she is mutating herself, becoming a true monster… or, a part of her is. (Avatars, wooh!)
Aemulus/Arsendir is in the tower, changing it to his liking, inscribing grim runes on the walls and lining the shelves with potions and magical devices.
*Time to traumatize Anthony again! Also would Anthony technically be her champion?*
She can sense that Anthony has arrived at the ocean shore, and has began to walk into the water, moving slowly, not fully understanding her blessing just yet.
Balatro can sense a Happy Chaos clone appear beside him before he can see it, a slightly disappointed aura on him.
*possibly! Although he may also.. be subject to some of Sargassa’s insanity. Specifically of the flesh domain.*
ocean currents swirl around him and bring him deep, deep, deep, over a thousand feet beneath the water, but he is mostly fine. His clothes stay dry, he can breathe normally, and the pressure is barely felt. Sargassa swims up to him, having changed her Main body a bit. She has a shark’s dorsal fin, an extra pair of whale flippers, a blowhole, and she’s gained longer sea jelly tendrils, extending for fifty feet below her. With her disguised marble face, she greets Anthony.
*Do the clones count as wills for combat purposes?*
"What, come to kill me too?" He asks sarcastically, trudging across the cracked earth, as he did when he was young and first sought out an audience.
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 hope so, I love me some good ol’ madness.*
Anthony waves to her, smiling upon her form, much different from his original wariness. He swims through the currents and stays beside them, taking deep breaths in the deep abyss of water.
Thank you for visiting me… I was experimenting a way to Make myself better… but you might not like it, so I won’t show you. I have yet to populate the deep, it is almost barren… but I could show you where i have taken up residence! Sargassa establishes a telepathic link between the two.
Mephilia and Volumdremaak would collect their two artifacts, knowing that part of the ritual they are preparing will require them. They head to the very center of the kingdom, placing the artifacts down. The massive body of Xezithic swimming around the kingdom, though it’s mind is elsewhere.
Visk is making final preparations. Knowing what will happen to him once this ritual is completed.
In the Valley of Herionidus, The Umbral Willow would suddenly teleport away, taking the Deathbloom with it.
Xezithic, controling Zeon, is beginning to make its way towards the throne room, though still taking its time.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*He can use them in combat, but they need to be infused with power points for that.*
“Sorry, if I hadn’t threatened you, you wouldn’t have had the guts to leave. Literally and figuratively.” He says walking with him, his black ichor bleeding from his feet on the earth.
“Oh, thank you for that. I would love to see your home, I would show you mine but it isn’t anything special.” He says through the telepathic connection, grabbing one of her appendages as to keep up with her.
"I didn't WANT to leave! I wanted to help my boss!" He snaps. "YOU don't seem to understand that I'm not like you! I don't want to do good!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She brings him down, down, down, so much deeper, at least ten thousand feet, where in front of them is an enormous, palace sized oyster, barnacle encrusted and opened slightly, enough for both of them to fit through. Inside is almost a garden of kelps and sea plants, and corals. Small fish swim in the thousands throughout, and at the center of it is an equally enormous, misshapen pearl that glistens, reflecting the light of bioluminescent algae floating around. The pearl is mostly flat at the top, and Sargassa lands on it, setting Anthony down next to her.