Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
*The Nameless King is traveling. The Darkest Dungeon is spreading slowly, eating mortals and turning them into Eldrich monsters. Slayer isn’t doing anything but wants to see something interest, or talk up a lady. Happy clones are anywhere the altered are. The Frenzy is absorbing people, specifically altered that try to attack them.*
*Doing a bit of a timesplit*
Zeon, now back in control of it body as Xezithic has moved on to focus on other things, has noticed the presence of a storm, one not created naturally but one created by a will. It’s own storm aura activates, causing the area around itself to rage with lightning, thunder, wind, and heavy rain, before it takes at lightning speed towards the other storm.
Enki is traveling around, occasionally encountering some beast or hostile altered that she wards off with her massive stone and emerald encrusted hammer that is far larger then her 4 foot frame. She is enjoying the mild exercise. She doesn’t go out of her way to kill anyone instantly, but she does punt several creatures like they are golf balls many hundreds of feet away.
The power of the storm would be terrifying to anyone else, but to Zeon its almost like home, the tempest raging constantly, but it simply feels like a safe space. The Nameless King is within the eye of the storm, his swordspear in one hand, the lightning seemingly coming from the blade. The Nameless King seemingly doesn't notice Zeon until he begins to speak "Hello stranger."
Happy looks at Enki with a bit of disappointment and make a gesture, all the Altered then go focus on something else as he approaches, his face lacking the usual grin it normally has.
“Hello” the Emperor of Lightning replies, curiosity alight in his eyes despite his stoic expression. “I have not met a Will of the Tempest before”
Enki doesn’t pursue them once they choose to leave her alone. She isn’t malicious to mortals, but she is indifferent like the rest of the Quartet, and since they are not true wills, but mere aspects, they are limited in power unlike the Collective.
The Nameless Kign simply gesture them closer “Come child, I have never met someone quite like yourself. Rest upon my shoulder.”
Happy sits next to them, “Could you not do that, I’m kinda busy being the villain here and you killing my army makes it quite hard to do that. Although they don’t stay dead for long now do they.”
Zeon would fly up and land on The Nameless King’s shoulders. Its storm aura seems to blend seamlessly with his, almost indistinguishable to anyone but the tow of them. “I am Zeon, what are you called Will for he Tempest.”
Enki looks over at Happy and blinks, tilting her head a little. “They seemed to be attack me like the other beasts of this land, so I was defending myself.” She says, her voice sounding like the gentle rumbling of the ground. “If they are not hostile, I can leave them alone”
The Nameless King notices the storm auras blending together but doesn’t say anything, just making a hmm sound “I am the Nameless King, wielder of the dragonslayer swordspear, master of the tempest. Hello Zeon.”
Happy shakes his head and puts a hands on their shoulders “Please don’t ruin my plan, I am wasting my life on this, I am doing what I believe is right, no matter how evil it may be right now.”
Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
*Where is the crown, because Happy might be interested in snatching it. Or maybe The Frenzy will take it.*
The crown is… somewhere in the underworld I think. Being fought over by Foréir and Kagorax.
Oh then he doesn’t care enough to deal with that, although Foreir citizens are currently being turned into Altered by Happy’s army.
*Happy doesn’t know where foréir’s people are, and even then, that wouldn’t change anything. They’re almost always fighting each other.*
*Well technically, as long as they’re in the planet he does. If they’re fighting, 1. Now they’re strong, 2. They don’t want to fight each other anymore, and rather everyone else who isn’t altered. Happy is out here changing souls.*
*How? A, their fire giants B, Increasing any violent tendencies in them would just make it a blood bath*
*A, Domains are built for it, so unless they’re specifically protected against it. B, that’s kinda the point.*
*How could he manipulate the souls of a group of people, as far as he knows, doesn’t even exist? That’s my question and how could he be doing this across the planet, because his range of manipulative is not that big. That’s the problem I have.*
*He can create an infinite amount of clones, therefore he’s well traveled. If you just don’t want to have that as an issue I’ll just pretend I never said it at all, just say so dude.*
*Yeah I’m just ignoring it*
*Then I never said it at all, what are you ignoring man. I never said anything.*
Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Barbeau is walking around on top of The Gut, looking for more citizens for his eternally walking city. Altered, demons, and other dangerous beings are hanging from cages outside, many of them impaled by harpoons attached to the top of the vertically-opening traps. Barbeau's gleaming eyes scan the dark countryside, harpoon cages at the ready to pick up any hostiles. "What a fetid excuse for a new world..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
While she is doing this, she sees Sargassa leave the oyster for a few minutes, swim to the surface where there is actual life outside the pearl, and snatch a large shark from the water, swallowing it whole. She grows another shark dorsal fin and another row of teeth. She then swims back to the oyster, and examines the pearl again. It’s shaking more violently, and there seems to a crack in its surface.
the rats get to work, filling the pipe with the dried up fruits and taking a soul from a soul gem, a dozen of them working together to grapple it and bring it close to the pipe.
Barbeau is walking around on top of The Gut, looking for more citizens for his eternally walking city. Altered, demons, and other dangerous beings are hanging from cages outside, many of them impaled by harpoons attached to the top of the vertically-opening traps. Barbeau's gleaming eyes scan the dark countryside, harpoon cages at the ready to pick up any hostiles. "What a fetid excuse for a new world..."
Just want to say that even with the altered impaled they are alive. Happy is also in the city, he’s not doing anything, just watching the altered in their cages. Barbeau can tell that it’s a Happy Chaos clone.
*The Nameless King is traveling. The Darkest Dungeon is spreading slowly, eating mortals and turning them into Eldrich monsters. Slayer isn’t doing anything but wants to see something interest, or talk up a lady. Happy clones are anywhere the altered are. The Frenzy is absorbing people, specifically altered that try to attack them.*
*Doing a bit of a timesplit*
Zeon, now back in control of it body as Xezithic has moved on to focus on other things, has noticed the presence of a storm, one not created naturally but one created by a will. It’s own storm aura activates, causing the area around itself to rage with lightning, thunder, wind, and heavy rain, before it takes at lightning speed towards the other storm.
Enki is traveling around, occasionally encountering some beast or hostile altered that she wards off with her massive stone and emerald encrusted hammer that is far larger then her 4 foot frame. She is enjoying the mild exercise. She doesn’t go out of her way to kill anyone instantly, but she does punt several creatures like they are golf balls many hundreds of feet away.
The power of the storm would be terrifying to anyone else, but to Zeon its almost like home, the tempest raging constantly, but it simply feels like a safe space. The Nameless King is within the eye of the storm, his swordspear in one hand, the lightning seemingly coming from the blade. The Nameless King seemingly doesn't notice Zeon until he begins to speak "Hello stranger."
Happy looks at Enki with a bit of disappointment and make a gesture, all the Altered then go focus on something else as he approaches, his face lacking the usual grin it normally has.
“Hello” the Emperor of Lightning replies, curiosity alight in his eyes despite his stoic expression. “I have not met a Will of the Tempest before”
Enki doesn’t pursue them once they choose to leave her alone. She isn’t malicious to mortals, but she is indifferent like the rest of the Quartet, and since they are not true wills, but mere aspects, they are limited in power unlike the Collective.
The Nameless Kign simply gesture them closer “Come child, I have never met someone quite like yourself. Rest upon my shoulder.”
Happy sits next to them, “Could you not do that, I’m kinda busy being the villain here and you killing my army makes it quite hard to do that. Although they don’t stay dead for long now do they.”
Zeon would fly up and land on The Nameless King’s shoulders. Its storm aura seems to blend seamlessly with his, almost indistinguishable to anyone but the tow of them. “I am Zeon, what are you called Will for he Tempest.”
Enki looks over at Happy and blinks, tilting her head a little. “They seemed to be attack me like the other beasts of this land, so I was defending myself.” She says, her voice sounding like the gentle rumbling of the ground. “If they are not hostile, I can leave them alone”
The Nameless King notices the storm auras blending together but doesn’t say anything, just making a hmm sound “I am the Nameless King, wielder of the dragonslayer swordspear, master of the tempest. Hello Zeon.”
Happy shakes his head and puts a hands on their shoulders “Please don’t ruin my plan, I am wasting my life on this, I am doing what I believe is right, no matter how evil it may be right now.”
“Nameless King. We’re you never given one, or was it lost and forgotten about?” The storm child asks. “I also can control the storms, I am of Aspect of the Tempest created by the Collective”
”Oh, alright then.” She says simply.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
While she is doing this, she sees Sargassa leave the oyster for a few minutes, swim to the surface where there is actual life outside the pearl, and snatch a large shark from the water, swallowing it whole. She grows another shark dorsal fin and another row of teeth. She then swims back to the oyster, and examines the pearl again. It’s shaking more violently, and there seems to a crack in its surface.
the rats get to work, filling the pipe with the dried up fruits and taking a soul from a soul gem, a dozen of them working together to grapple it and bring it close to the pipe.
“What is this creation of your, if I may ask Great Will of the Water?” Aalto asks curiously.
Zeon would help wrangle the souls for the rats so they can get started on their drug trip, bracing himself for what is about to happen.
Barbeau is walking around on top of The Gut, looking for more citizens for his eternally walking city. Altered, demons, and other dangerous beings are hanging from cages outside, many of them impaled by harpoons attached to the top of the vertically-opening traps. Barbeau's gleaming eyes scan the dark countryside, harpoon cages at the ready to pick up any hostiles. "What a fetid excuse for a new world..."
Just want to say that even with the altered impaled they are alive. Happy is also in the city, he’s not doing anything, just watching the altered in their cages. Barbeau can tell that it’s a Happy Chaos clone.
*The city is The Gut, Barbeau's psuedo-living domain which he monitors and polices constantly.*
Barbeau descends his ladder. He pulls down a brass horn connected to the wall by a tune. "Attention all guests..." His voice echoes throughout the entire ship. His cold, soulless eyes are focused on Happy, despite not addressing them. "Be not afraid. This will be a short announcement. From here on out, any Greater Wills other than I who enter this complex by any means must be reported. Failure to do so will result in being banned for life, and I'm sure you all remember what the outside world is like."
Arsendir is helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
While she is doing this, she sees Sargassa leave the oyster for a few minutes, swim to the surface where there is actual life outside the pearl, and snatch a large shark from the water, swallowing it whole. She grows another shark dorsal fin and another row of teeth. She then swims back to the oyster, and examines the pearl again. It’s shaking more violently, and there seems to a crack in its surface.
the rats get to work, filling the pipe with the dried up fruits and taking a soul from a soul gem, a dozen of them working together to grapple it and bring it close to the pipe.
“What is this creation of your, if I may ask Great Will of the Water?” A lot asks curiously.
Zeon would help wrangle the souls for the rats so they can get started on their drug trip, bracing himself for what is about to happen.
She turns to Aalto with one head. It’s whats soon to be… what will hopefully become my perfect form. A form free of the judgement of mortals and able to live without the weight of human standards, that can do what they want… it will create its own world down here, where none are judged and the only important factor is strength…
the lead rat jumps up to the rock and smokes the pipe, drawing the soul into the cloud of smoke as its screams start, only overshadowed by the intense feelings of euphoria the smoke carries to all who inhale it. It almost seems stronger than last time.
*The Nameless King is traveling. The Darkest Dungeon is spreading slowly, eating mortals and turning them into Eldrich monsters. Slayer isn’t doing anything but wants to see something interest, or talk up a lady. Happy clones are anywhere the altered are. The Frenzy is absorbing people, specifically altered that try to attack them.*
*Doing a bit of a timesplit*
Zeon, now back in control of it body as Xezithic has moved on to focus on other things, has noticed the presence of a storm, one not created naturally but one created by a will. It’s own storm aura activates, causing the area around itself to rage with lightning, thunder, wind, and heavy rain, before it takes at lightning speed towards the other storm.
Enki is traveling around, occasionally encountering some beast or hostile altered that she wards off with her massive stone and emerald encrusted hammer that is far larger then her 4 foot frame. She is enjoying the mild exercise. She doesn’t go out of her way to kill anyone instantly, but she does punt several creatures like they are golf balls many hundreds of feet away.
The power of the storm would be terrifying to anyone else, but to Zeon its almost like home, the tempest raging constantly, but it simply feels like a safe space. The Nameless King is within the eye of the storm, his swordspear in one hand, the lightning seemingly coming from the blade. The Nameless King seemingly doesn't notice Zeon until he begins to speak "Hello stranger."
Happy looks at Enki with a bit of disappointment and make a gesture, all the Altered then go focus on something else as he approaches, his face lacking the usual grin it normally has.
“Hello” the Emperor of Lightning replies, curiosity alight in his eyes despite his stoic expression. “I have not met a Will of the Tempest before”
Enki doesn’t pursue them once they choose to leave her alone. She isn’t malicious to mortals, but she is indifferent like the rest of the Quartet, and since they are not true wills, but mere aspects, they are limited in power unlike the Collective.
The Nameless Kign simply gesture them closer “Come child, I have never met someone quite like yourself. Rest upon my shoulder.”
Happy sits next to them, “Could you not do that, I’m kinda busy being the villain here and you killing my army makes it quite hard to do that. Although they don’t stay dead for long now do they.”
Zeon would fly up and land on The Nameless King’s shoulders. Its storm aura seems to blend seamlessly with his, almost indistinguishable to anyone but the tow of them. “I am Zeon, what are you called Will for he Tempest.”
Enki looks over at Happy and blinks, tilting her head a little. “They seemed to be attack me like the other beasts of this land, so I was defending myself.” She says, her voice sounding like the gentle rumbling of the ground. “If they are not hostile, I can leave them alone”
The Nameless King notices the storm auras blending together but doesn’t say anything, just making a hmm sound “I am the Nameless King, wielder of the dragonslayer swordspear, master of the tempest. Hello Zeon.”
Happy shakes his head and puts a hands on their shoulders “Please don’t ruin my plan, I am wasting my life on this, I am doing what I believe is right, no matter how evil it may be right now.”
“Nameless King. We’re you never given one, or was it lost and forgotten about?” The storm child asks. “I also can control the storms, I am of Aspect of the Tempest created by the Collective”
”Oh, alright then.” She says simply.
“Even an immortal’s memory isn’t perfect is it?” He chuckles and shakes his head, which causes the entire tempest to shake as a result of a accidental display of his power.
He grins “Thank you for that. Now I need you to find me a cat boy.”
“Even an immortal’s memory isn’t perfect is it?” He chuckles and shakes his head, which causes the entire tempest to shake as a result of a accidental display of his power.
He grins “Thank you for that. Now I need you to find me a cat boy.”
“I’m not sure. The Collective was once a creature who’s memories were designed to be perfect, untaintable, and everlasting. Though…it’s been told that to be gifted such a mental boon, other things might suffer. In truth we no not the accuracy of such things. After all, even one with a perfect memory would not know all things…” Zeon contemplates for a bit before looking back up at the Nameless King. “Your name might be lost, but your title of king still define you. And maybe you can gain new monikers to describe the being you are now.”
*Wait Himy Happy and Forerir have met before! He knows where he lives!*
*That was before he made the giants. As far as he would know, he’s still alone. Also I don’t care.*
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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 helping Savut with the cover up, and is sending most of his harpies flying in random directions. Everything will be fine, he tells himself.
The crown is alerting every nearby Will to its location, as it does.
Sargassa’s left head has spat out a large pearl like egg on her resting area, and is curled around it, providing it warmth.
the rats are doing their thing.
(if you ever need another Summary of lore, Dragon, I will happily give it to you. Because you don’t even know about the Herionidus Saga)
Aalto is looking around the palace, curious about the Pearl Sargassa created.
Xezithic has returned with a soul gem containing the souls they need to continue their drug induced spirit quest.
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
While she is doing this, she sees Sargassa leave the oyster for a few minutes, swim to the surface where there is actual life outside the pearl, and snatch a large shark from the water, swallowing it whole. She grows another shark dorsal fin and another row of teeth. She then swims back to the oyster, and examines the pearl again. It’s shaking more violently, and there seems to a crack in its surface.
the rats get to work, filling the pipe with the dried up fruits and taking a soul from a soul gem, a dozen of them working together to grapple it and bring it close to the pipe.
“What is this creation of your, if I may ask Great Will of the Water?” A lot asks curiously.
Zeon would help wrangle the souls for the rats so they can get started on their drug trip, bracing himself for what is about to happen.
She turns to Aalto with one head. It’s whats soon to be… what will hopefully become my perfect form. A form free of the judgement of mortals and able to live without the weight of human standards, that can do what they want… it will create its own world down here, where none are judged and the only important factor is strength…
“That sounds like a wonderful goal. I hope you are able to achieve it. I’m sure the Collective would agree.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The palace is populated with numerous fish common near the surface, kept at perfect temperature and conditions by magic. The pearl wobbles ever so slightly, shaking… like an egg.
the leader examines the soul gem curiously, deeming it fitting. The other rats begin to prepare the pipe and the still burning fire from the underworld.
The Nameless King notices the storm auras blending together but doesn’t say anything, just making a hmm sound “I am the Nameless King, wielder of the dragonslayer swordspear, master of the tempest. Hello Zeon.”
Happy shakes his head and puts a hands on their shoulders “Please don’t ruin my plan, I am wasting my life on this, I am doing what I believe is right, no matter how evil it may be right now.”
*Then I never said it at all, what are you ignoring man. I never said anything.*
Aalto examines the fish delicately, enjoying sensing the intricate systems of their living vessel through her water sense. She would occasionally glance at the Pearl, but they don’t want to intrude.
Talric helps them with lighting the pipe again, as Xezithic relinquishes control of Zeon, the powerful aura around him diminishing back to what the rats were use to from the Emperor. Zeon blinks a bit, getting its bearing before seeing it is back with the rats and starts helping them again. Aalto and Enki are notified that Zeon has returned and are ready to head back if they are needed in the future.
"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
Barbeau is walking around on top of The Gut, looking for more citizens for his eternally walking city. Altered, demons, and other dangerous beings are hanging from cages outside, many of them impaled by harpoons attached to the top of the vertically-opening traps. Barbeau's gleaming eyes scan the dark countryside, harpoon cages at the ready to pick up any hostiles. "What a fetid excuse for a new world..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
While she is doing this, she sees Sargassa leave the oyster for a few minutes, swim to the surface where there is actual life outside the pearl, and snatch a large shark from the water, swallowing it whole. She grows another shark dorsal fin and another row of teeth. She then swims back to the oyster, and examines the pearl again. It’s shaking more violently, and there seems to a crack in its surface.
the rats get to work, filling the pipe with the dried up fruits and taking a soul from a soul gem, a dozen of them working together to grapple it and bring it close to the pipe.
Just want to say that even with the altered impaled they are alive. Happy is also in the city, he’s not doing anything, just watching the altered in their cages. Barbeau can tell that it’s a Happy Chaos clone.
“Nameless King. We’re you never given one, or was it lost and forgotten about?” The storm child asks. “I also can control the storms, I am of Aspect of the Tempest created by the Collective”
”Oh, alright then.” She says simply.
"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
“What is this creation of your, if I may ask Great Will of the Water?” Aalto asks curiously.
Zeon would help wrangle the souls for the rats so they can get started on their drug trip, bracing himself for what is about to happen.
"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 city is The Gut, Barbeau's psuedo-living domain which he monitors and polices constantly.*
Barbeau descends his ladder. He pulls down a brass horn connected to the wall by a tune. "Attention all guests..." His voice echoes throughout the entire ship. His cold, soulless eyes are focused on Happy, despite not addressing them. "Be not afraid. This will be a short announcement. From here on out, any Greater Wills other than I who enter this complex by any means must be reported. Failure to do so will result in being banned for life, and I'm sure you all remember what the outside world is like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She turns to Aalto with one head. It’s whats soon to be… what will hopefully become my perfect form. A form free of the judgement of mortals and able to live without the weight of human standards, that can do what they want… it will create its own world down here, where none are judged and the only important factor is strength…
the lead rat jumps up to the rock and smokes the pipe, drawing the soul into the cloud of smoke as its screams start, only overshadowed by the intense feelings of euphoria the smoke carries to all who inhale it. It almost seems stronger than last time.
“Even an immortal’s memory isn’t perfect is it?” He chuckles and shakes his head, which causes the entire tempest to shake as a result of a accidental display of his power.
He grins “Thank you for that. Now I need you to find me a cat boy.”
*Wait Himy Happy and Forerir have met before! He knows where he lives!*
“I’m not sure. The Collective was once a creature who’s memories were designed to be perfect, untaintable, and everlasting. Though…it’s been told that to be gifted such a mental boon, other things might suffer. In truth we no not the accuracy of such things. After all, even one with a perfect memory would not know all things…” Zeon contemplates for a bit before looking back up at the Nameless King. “Your name might be lost, but your title of king still define you. And maybe you can gain new monikers to describe the being you are now.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*That was before he made the giants. As far as he would know, he’s still alone. Also I don’t care.*
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!”
*Fair enough.*
“That sounds like a wonderful goal. I hope you are able to achieve it. I’m sure the Collective would agree.”
"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
*Arch, can my spider will start at level 3 or 4. I’m good with either.*
"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
*I would say 3 is better.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Works for me!*
"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