“I see. If I may ask, what powers do command, Nameless One.”
”It doesn’t look like any human I have seen”
"I am one of war, tempest, and fear. A true god of war if you will."
"It was once a human, and will be a human once more, when we are finished."
“Ah, a powerful set of domains for such role of War God. The collective counts Tempest as part of their being as well, and I have heard of others with such power. War and Gear are those I haven’t encountered, but am sure exist amongst others” Enki says.
”I see, so you are mixing together various creatures and creations of other wills in order to give them all these different abilities….but can one being handle so much…forced change…and rapid mutation without time to evolve naturally?” She asks inquisitively. It isn’t coming off as condescending or objecting to their goals, but from pure logical curiosity.
"Well I wouldn't know, I've only met a single will myself, and they were a very insane individual." He puts them back on the ground as the lightning strikes become more violent, keeping them from danger, "Things are simpler here, simply myself and the tempest itself."
"You will see, we are not making changes in that form, witness this." They place a hand on the body of the experiment and its body turns completely human, but there is something different about them, their body is seemingly able to maintain the power it gained from the other creatures "It is now more close to perfection."
“I understand. The Collective doesn’t venture far from the Fundamental Isles themselves, preferring the churning of primodial energies to the more structured and populated world on the surface. Though it occasionally feels the urge to explore.”
”I see, that is interesting” Aalto holds their hand up near the human but not touching them, allowing her control and understanding of water to sense the element within its body and it’s blood, feeling the pulsing and rushing on the liquids throughout every corner of it. *Aalto would be able to blood bend and plant bend using the water in all living creatures.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I see. If I may ask, what powers do command, Nameless One.”
”It doesn’t look like any human I have seen”
"I am one of war, tempest, and fear. A true god of war if you will."
"It was once a human, and will be a human once more, when we are finished."
“Ah, a powerful set of domains for such role of War God. The collective counts Tempest as part of their being as well, and I have heard of others with such power. War and Gear are those I haven’t encountered, but am sure exist amongst others” Enki says.
”I see, so you are mixing together various creatures and creations of other wills in order to give them all these different abilities….but can one being handle so much…forced change…and rapid mutation without time to evolve naturally?” She asks inquisitively. It isn’t coming off as condescending or objecting to their goals, but from pure logical curiosity.
"Well I wouldn't know, I've only met a single will myself, and they were a very insane individual." He puts them back on the ground as the lightning strikes become more violent, keeping them from danger, "Things are simpler here, simply myself and the tempest itself."
"You will see, we are not making changes in that form, witness this." They place a hand on the body of the experiment and its body turns completely human, but there is something different about them, their body is seemingly able to maintain the power it gained from the other creatures "It is now more close to perfection."
“I understand. The Collective doesn’t venture far from the Fundamental Isles themselves, preferring the churning of primodial energies to the more structured and populated world on the surface. Though it occasionally feels the urge to explore.”
”I see, that is interesting” Aalto holds their hand up near the human but not touching them, allowing her control and understanding of water to sense the element within its body and it’s blood, feeling the pulsing and rushing on the liquids throughout every corner of it. *Aalto would be able to blood bend and plant bend using the water in all living creatures.*
"I assume it's want to explore is the reason that you are here? Well if it is then please tell your creator that I say hello, and that their creations are quite pleasant company." He then continues working on his sword spear.
It feels exactly the same as any normal human, which is confusing because it had so many different part so of him just a moment ago "That took a long time to achieve, but now that we understand what we are going we can do it on a mass scale, improving all those we have effected, or rather my master has affected. His power is what makes this possible."
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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.
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
“I see. If I may ask, what powers do command, Nameless One.”
”It doesn’t look like any human I have seen”
"I am one of war, tempest, and fear. A true god of war if you will."
"It was once a human, and will be a human once more, when we are finished."
“Ah, a powerful set of domains for such role of War God. The collective counts Tempest as part of their being as well, and I have heard of others with such power. War and Gear are those I haven’t encountered, but am sure exist amongst others” Enki says.
”I see, so you are mixing together various creatures and creations of other wills in order to give them all these different abilities….but can one being handle so much…forced change…and rapid mutation without time to evolve naturally?” She asks inquisitively. It isn’t coming off as condescending or objecting to their goals, but from pure logical curiosity.
"Well I wouldn't know, I've only met a single will myself, and they were a very insane individual." He puts them back on the ground as the lightning strikes become more violent, keeping them from danger, "Things are simpler here, simply myself and the tempest itself."
"You will see, we are not making changes in that form, witness this." They place a hand on the body of the experiment and its body turns completely human, but there is something different about them, their body is seemingly able to maintain the power it gained from the other creatures "It is now more close to perfection."
“I understand. The Collective doesn’t venture far from the Fundamental Isles themselves, preferring the churning of primodial energies to the more structured and populated world on the surface. Though it occasionally feels the urge to explore.”
”I see, that is interesting” Aalto holds their hand up near the human but not touching them, allowing her control and understanding of water to sense the element within its body and it’s blood, feeling the pulsing and rushing on the liquids throughout every corner of it. *Aalto would be able to blood bend and plant bend using the water in all living creatures.*
"I assume it's want to explore is the reason that you are here? Well if it is then please tell your creator that I say hello, and that their creations are quite pleasant company." He then continues working on his sword spear.
It feels exactly the same as any normal human, which is confusing because it had so many different part so of him just a moment ago "That took a long time to achieve, but now that we understand what we are going we can do it on a mass scale, improving all those we have effected, or rather my master has affected. His power is what makes this possible."
“I will tell them so”
”Your Master?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
*Wiat, are the Twin Flames going to try and take the Crown too?
Now I’m just imaging poor Faltros trying to be all scary and monologging, yet The Devil King himself is being ignored while Kag, Foréir, and the Twin Flames are all fighting over this head accessory*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
*Wiat, are the Twin Flames going to try and take the Crown too?
Now I’m just imaging poor Faltros trying to be all scary and monologging, yet The Devil King himself is being ignored while Kag, Foréir, and the Twin Flames are all fighting over this head accessory*
*Oh, I have no idea what's going on, nor why this crown is important, but there are a lot of Greater Wills here, and the Twin Flames want to know why.*
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
He picks up the staff, holding it closer as he examines the curling part, the quill and book magically sketching it.
Faltros… I am the crown of slaughter, I give my bearers power…
she finds it curious and takes a few of them to her oyster garden, planting them there before returning to work on her algae body.
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
He picks up the staff, holding it closer as he examines the curling part, the quill and book magically sketching it.
Faltros… I am the crown of slaughter, I give my bearers power…
she finds it curious and takes a few of them to her oyster garden, planting them there before returning to work on her algae body.
The flame at the top disappears when picked. A voice, no two, can be heard within his mind. "This is our tool. An extension of our mind, and the wielders. This is nott to be kept as a prize, but to be used when needed and given to the hurt. Find it's next home, and use with humility."
"Can they kill" "All without you?" "Are you the" "Tool for their" "Grand scheme?"
Xezithic now sense three new wills in the Throne room. This is getting rather ridiculous. He glances at the Black Codex floating next to him in silence.
Xezithic now sense three new wills in the Throne room. This is getting rather ridiculous. He glances at the Black Codex floating next to him in silence.
Xezithic now sense three new wills in the Throne room. This is getting rather ridiculous. He glances at the Black Codex floating next to him in silence.
*four, but two seem to have a tied aura*
*Sorry, I was counting both of the Twin Flames and Foréir as the three new wills. The Crown, Kag, and Faltros were already in the room though Xezithic isn’t counting the crown because it hasn’t seem to do much of anything from what it sensed.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
He picks up the staff, holding it closer as he examines the curling part, the quill and book magically sketching it.
Faltros… I am the crown of slaughter, I give my bearers power…
she finds it curious and takes a few of them to her oyster garden, planting them there before returning to work on her algae body.
The flame at the top disappears when picked. A voice, no two, can be heard within his mind. "This is our tool. An extension of our mind, and the wielders. This is nott to be kept as a prize, but to be used when needed and given to the hurt. Find it's next home, and use with humility."
"Can they kill" "All without you?" "Are you the" "Tool for their" "Grand scheme?"
He smiles and leaves it on the desk, scheming in his tower. Dark clouds gather above, swirling around the miles tall structure. (Aemulus is like, one of the most evil wills on the thread lol)
I am… not sure, but even without me they can. But I can give a chance to his enemies.
Xezithic now sense three new wills in the Throne room. This is getting rather ridiculous. He glances at the Black Codex floating next to him in silence.
*four, but two seem to have a tied aura*
*Sorry, I was counting both of the Twin Flames and Foréir as the three new wills. The Crown, Kag, and Faltros were already in the room though Xezithic isn’t counting the crown because it hasn’t seem to do much of anything from what it sensed.*
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
He walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
He picks up the staff, holding it closer as he examines the curling part, the quill and book magically sketching it.
Faltros… I am the crown of slaughter, I give my bearers power…
she finds it curious and takes a few of them to her oyster garden, planting them there before returning to work on her algae body.
The flame at the top disappears when picked. A voice, no two, can be heard within his mind. "This is our tool. An extension of our mind, and the wielders. This is nott to be kept as a prize, but to be used when needed and given to the hurt. Find it's next home, and use with humility."
"Can they kill" "All without you?" "Are you the" "Tool for their" "Grand scheme?"
He smiles and leaves it on the desk, scheming in his tower. Dark clouds gather above, swirling around the miles tall structure. (Aemulus is like, one of the most evil wills on the thread lol)
I am… not sure, but even without me they can. But I can give a chance to his enemies.
(oh, no) The stick shivers slightly, but just for a second.
"These two" "What will they" "Do with your" "Power after" "Defeating Faltros?"
Kagorax is tied between trying to get the crown and trying to kill Faltros.
TF is in the city of peace.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
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“I understand. The Collective doesn’t venture far from the Fundamental Isles themselves, preferring the churning of primodial energies to the more structured and populated world on the surface. Though it occasionally feels the urge to explore.”
”I see, that is interesting” Aalto holds their hand up near the human but not touching them, allowing her control and understanding of water to sense the element within its body and it’s blood, feeling the pulsing and rushing on the liquids throughout every corner of it. *Aalto would be able to blood bend and plant bend using the water in all living creatures.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"I assume it's want to explore is the reason that you are here? Well if it is then please tell your creator that I say hello, and that their creations are quite pleasant company." He then continues working on his sword spear.
It feels exactly the same as any normal human, which is confusing because it had so many different part so of him just a moment ago "That took a long time to achieve, but now that we understand what we are going we can do it on a mass scale, improving all those we have effected, or rather my master has affected. His power is what makes this possible."
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
Aemulus is redecorating the tower, especially at the top where it is starting to resemble his original cave, although more furnished.
The crown is still at the battle, and is currently being fought over by Kag and Foréir.
Sargassa is nearly done with her possible perfect form, that she is growing from Sargassum, coral, and algae to design its shape, a few thousand feet below the surface.
A gust of wind blows a perfectly white leaf up through the tower, where it lands at the leg of a table.
Two squirrels stand to the side, one a multicolored neon, the other black with ever-changing white spots. There large eyes remain still.
A school of fish, spectral with their bones visible, swim by, causing the surrounding water an aura of warmth.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I will tell them so”
”Your Master?”
"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 walks to it and picks it up, looking at it curiously. (By the way, the tower is in the city of order, currently protected by 11,000 power point wards controlled by Aemulus and Savut.)
The crown’s conscience drifts towards them. Claim me…power in your hands, unlimited…
Sargassa looks at these fish curiously, with two of her heads, the other one crafting the giant mass of algae and kelp.
*Wiat, are the Twin Flames going to try and take the Crown too?
Now I’m just imaging poor Faltros trying to be all scary and monologging, yet The Devil King himself is being ignored while Kag, Foréir, and the Twin Flames are all fighting over this head accessory*
"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
The leaf curls at his touch, before folding in upon itself a million times over. With each fold, it becomes larger and thinner, until it takes the form of a wooden walking stick he now holds.
They look at each other and back at the crown, before two voices at the same time ask, "Why?"
These fish shake their bodies, dislodging a small seed each. As each seed drifts through the water, it sprouts, and grows at an enhanced speed. Eventually, they become kelp of neon, black, and white colors.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Oh, I have no idea what's going on, nor why this crown is important, but there are a lot of Greater Wills here, and the Twin Flames want to know why.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Intrigued, he places it on the table and sits down, magically having a blank book start to document what he sees.
if the king below gains a hold of me, all will die… all will suffer… I will help you stop him… grant you the power…
she extends her neck to better watch this, intrigued. She takes a small piece of kelp and swallows it in her eel jaws.
The wooden staff shines, developing a swirling mix of color, one neon, the other black. The tip cracks as it parts in four, curling outwards to hold a ring of flame.
"Who is this" "King?" "How can you" "Stop him?" "You are an" "Ornament."
The kelp she eats taste like a mix of another Greater Will and her own power.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He picks up the staff, holding it closer as he examines the curling part, the quill and book magically sketching it.
Faltros… I am the crown of slaughter, I give my bearers power…
she finds it curious and takes a few of them to her oyster garden, planting them there before returning to work on her algae body.
The flame at the top disappears when picked. A voice, no two, can be heard within his mind. "This is our tool. An extension of our mind, and the wielders. This is nott to be kept as a prize, but to be used when needed and given to the hurt. Find it's next home, and use with humility."
"Can they kill" "All without you?" "Are you the" "Tool for their" "Grand scheme?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Xezithic now sense three new wills in the Throne room. This is getting rather ridiculous. He glances at the Black Codex floating next to him in silence.
"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
*four, but two seem to have a tied aura*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Sorry, I was counting both of the Twin Flames and Foréir as the three new wills. The Crown, Kag, and Faltros were already in the room though Xezithic isn’t counting the crown because it hasn’t seem to do much of anything from what it sensed.*
"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 smiles and leaves it on the desk, scheming in his tower. Dark clouds gather above, swirling around the miles tall structure. (Aemulus is like, one of the most evil wills on the thread lol)
I am… not sure, but even without me they can. But I can give a chance to his enemies.
*oh, ok. no problem.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
(oh, no) The stick shivers slightly, but just for a second.
"These two" "What will they" "Do with your" "Power after" "Defeating Faltros?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Kagorax is tied between trying to get the crown and trying to kill Faltros.
TF is in the city of peace.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.