Savut is planting her newest creations in the bed of the river that surrounds Ophidium: the pagidons. Grotesque mixtures of stargazer fish, antlion larvae, and carnivorous plants, they will brutally devour any who step near their jaws, and their venom will corrode the blood vessels of any who they bite, even if they avoid being eaten.
Balatro has set up a small camp with the evacuated devils on the eastern desert shore.
The UNKNOWABLE stands motionless at the top of the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is crossing the mountains, every traveler before them being horribly cursed.
While passing through the mountains, Rulundra spots Sarahphym wandering through the peaks, blanketing the mountaintops in fresh snow. Eventually, they stop, and notice Rulundra.
"Greetings. What brings you to my domain?"
They shrug, clavicles rattling faintly.
"Hmm... Well then, I suggest you tread lightly and quickly. This realm is rife with conflict, and while I do not wish to start a fight, I will finish one." The wind gains a biting chill to it as more snow begins to fall.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
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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.
Savut is planting her newest creations in the bed of the river that surrounds Ophidium: the pagidons. Grotesque mixtures of stargazer fish, antlion larvae, and carnivorous plants, they will brutally devour any who step near their jaws, and their venom will corrode the blood vessels of any who they bite, even if they avoid being eaten.
Balatro has set up a small camp with the evacuated devils on the eastern desert shore.
The UNKNOWABLE stands motionless at the top of the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is crossing the mountains, every traveler before them being horribly cursed.
While passing through the mountains, Rulundra spots Sarahphym wandering through the peaks, blanketing the mountaintops in fresh snow. Eventually, they stop, and notice Rulundra.
"Greetings. What brings you to my domain?"
They shrug, clavicles rattling faintly.
"Hmm... Well then, I suggest you tread lightly and quickly. This realm is rife with conflict, and while I do not wish to start a fight, I will finish one." The wind gains a biting chill to it as more snow begins to fall.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
The Snow Angel lets the avalanche continue down the mountain, not caring for the destruction it would wreak. "Not one for words? Understandable. In a realm this far flung into disorder, few have the time for conversation."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Savut is planting her newest creations in the bed of the river that surrounds Ophidium: the pagidons. Grotesque mixtures of stargazer fish, antlion larvae, and carnivorous plants, they will brutally devour any who step near their jaws, and their venom will corrode the blood vessels of any who they bite, even if they avoid being eaten.
Balatro has set up a small camp with the evacuated devils on the eastern desert shore.
The UNKNOWABLE stands motionless at the top of the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is crossing the mountains, every traveler before them being horribly cursed.
While passing through the mountains, Rulundra spots Sarahphym wandering through the peaks, blanketing the mountaintops in fresh snow. Eventually, they stop, and notice Rulundra.
"Greetings. What brings you to my domain?"
They shrug, clavicles rattling faintly.
"Hmm... Well then, I suggest you tread lightly and quickly. This realm is rife with conflict, and while I do not wish to start a fight, I will finish one." The wind gains a biting chill to it as more snow begins to fall.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
The Snow Angel lets the avalanche continue down the mountain, not caring for the destruction it would wreak. "Not one for words? Understandable. In a realm this far flung into disorder, few have the time for conversation."
They point to their stitched-up mouth.
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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.
Savut is planting her newest creations in the bed of the river that surrounds Ophidium: the pagidons. Grotesque mixtures of stargazer fish, antlion larvae, and carnivorous plants, they will brutally devour any who step near their jaws, and their venom will corrode the blood vessels of any who they bite, even if they avoid being eaten.
Balatro has set up a small camp with the evacuated devils on the eastern desert shore.
The UNKNOWABLE stands motionless at the top of the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is crossing the mountains, every traveler before them being horribly cursed.
While passing through the mountains, Rulundra spots Sarahphym wandering through the peaks, blanketing the mountaintops in fresh snow. Eventually, they stop, and notice Rulundra.
"Greetings. What brings you to my domain?"
They shrug, clavicles rattling faintly.
"Hmm... Well then, I suggest you tread lightly and quickly. This realm is rife with conflict, and while I do not wish to start a fight, I will finish one." The wind gains a biting chill to it as more snow begins to fall.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
The Snow Angel lets the avalanche continue down the mountain, not caring for the destruction it would wreak. "Not one for words? Understandable. In a realm this far flung into disorder, few have the time for conversation."
They point to their stitched-up mouth.
"I see... would you like help with that?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Savut is planting her newest creations in the bed of the river that surrounds Ophidium: the pagidons. Grotesque mixtures of stargazer fish, antlion larvae, and carnivorous plants, they will brutally devour any who step near their jaws, and their venom will corrode the blood vessels of any who they bite, even if they avoid being eaten.
Balatro has set up a small camp with the evacuated devils on the eastern desert shore.
The UNKNOWABLE stands motionless at the top of the entrance to the Underworld.
Rulundra is crossing the mountains, every traveler before them being horribly cursed.
While passing through the mountains, Rulundra spots Sarahphym wandering through the peaks, blanketing the mountaintops in fresh snow. Eventually, they stop, and notice Rulundra.
"Greetings. What brings you to my domain?"
They shrug, clavicles rattling faintly.
"Hmm... Well then, I suggest you tread lightly and quickly. This realm is rife with conflict, and while I do not wish to start a fight, I will finish one." The wind gains a biting chill to it as more snow begins to fall.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
The Snow Angel lets the avalanche continue down the mountain, not caring for the destruction it would wreak. "Not one for words? Understandable. In a realm this far flung into disorder, few have the time for conversation."
They point to their stitched-up mouth.
"I see... would you like help with that?"
They stoop, pluck a feather from their coat, and write in the snow, Honestly, I don’t think you can help. It’s just how I ended up. For now at least.
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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.
Zeon's still being guides by Xezithic, is following Cog and the others out of the Underworld, mostly out of curiosity.
Aalto is underwater with Sargassa.
Enki is exploring.
Talric is still with the Rats.
White butterflies are all over the Underworld, absorbing informations now that the Devil King is gone. Many have already left the Underworld, full of info.
*Do we know how the Next Overwill is being decided?*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"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.*
*hehe*
i’m… Sargassa…
this is Sargassa, the lady of the deep, lawful neutral Life, water, and flesh domain goddess of perfection, evolution, the deep Sea, and undiscovered sea life. Expect her to change a lot, she is constantly changing herself and she may change alignments often.
*I want to establish their appearance wont stop Slayer, he is someone who doesn't care about appearances. He's a good person.*
"Well it was nice to meet you Sargassa, I'll have to go back home now, but I'll visit you as regularly as I can." He then waves goodbye and rides off on his horse, back to his village.
*how wonderful*
Sargassa submerges into the deep ocean waters, into a dark trench, into a secret lair… where she will begin to make herself perfect.
along the way, she encounters a giant eel with a beard of tentacles.
She spies it from behind a rock jutting out of the seabed with one of her heads, contemplating whether or not to eat it.
one of its eyes swivels towards her. it speaks to her telepathically. "who are you?"
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
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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.
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
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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.
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Xezithic tenses a bit, sensing the strangeness in the atmosphere of the Underworld.
"I don't like the feeling of that, something is not right...."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Giratina senses a change in the power balance of this world. (A disturbance in the force) It rips open a tear in space and flies through to get a look at what's going on. Shrouded in a shadow, it watches and waits...
Level: Still 1
Power Points (Souls Reaped): 100
Domain: Fear
four mortals bearing a litter walk up and set it down. on it is a mummy with a staff, orb, and crown. its mouth opens, and a soft voice drifts out. "hmm... the cycle already repeats... a new demon of fear... with new dreams of domination... hello... giratina..."
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
They seem to be following the path back to the underworld. Dragons fly overhead, heading in the same direction.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Xezithic tenses a bit, sensing the strangeness in the atmosphere of the Underworld.
"I don't like the feeling of that, something is not right...."
The devils in the underworld don't seem to notice, tending to themselves and healing their own wounds. They could help each other, but many of them choose not to.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Xezithic tenses a bit, sensing the strangeness in the atmosphere of the Underworld.
"I don't like the feeling of that, something is not right...."
The devils in the underworld don't seem to notice, tending to themselves and healing their own wounds. They could help each other, but many of them choose not to.
Xezithic continues to follow Cog, but says vigilant now.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
They seem to be following the path back to the underworld. Dragons fly overhead, heading in the same direction.
“No…” Balatro whispers in amazement. “He can’t be…” He teleports back to the bottom of the staircase to the Underworld.
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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.
Rulundra nods. With the motion, a large mass of snow releases from the slope and begins quickly flowing downhill, forming a miniscule avalanche.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Snow Angel lets the avalanche continue down the mountain, not caring for the destruction it would wreak. "Not one for words? Understandable. In a realm this far flung into disorder, few have the time for conversation."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They point to their stitched-up mouth.
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 see... would you like help with that?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They stoop, pluck a feather from their coat, and write in the snow, Honestly, I don’t think you can help. It’s just how I ended up. For now at least.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"...Very well. What reason do you have for passing through here?"
*As fun as Sarah is, I'm thinking of having a second Will. Maybe one on the side of chaos...*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Going south. And around’s too long.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Zeon's still being guides by Xezithic, is following Cog and the others out of the Underworld, mostly out of curiosity.
Aalto is underwater with Sargassa.
Enki is exploring.
Talric is still with the Rats.
White butterflies are all over the Underworld, absorbing informations now that the Devil King is gone. Many have already left the Underworld, full of info.
*Do we know how the Next Overwill is being decided?*
"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
one of its eyes swivels towards her. it speaks to her telepathically. "who are you?"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Cogintius is leaving the palace.
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Xezithic tenses a bit, sensing the strangeness in the atmosphere of the Underworld.
"I don't like the feeling of that, something is not right...."
"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 mortals bearing a litter walk up and set it down. on it is a mummy with a staff, orb, and crown. its mouth opens, and a soft voice drifts out. "hmm... the cycle already repeats... a new demon of fear... with new dreams of domination... hello... giratina..."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
They seem to be following the path back to the underworld. Dragons fly overhead, heading in the same direction.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The devils in the underworld don't seem to notice, tending to themselves and healing their own wounds. They could help each other, but many of them choose not to.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Xezithic continues to follow Cog, but says vigilant now.
"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
“No…” Balatro whispers in amazement. “He can’t be…” He teleports back to the bottom of the staircase to the Underworld.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*which chaos?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye