Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
As they are flying, they happen to notice a patch of earth, begin to darken mysteriously, and become dusty. As your birds investigate further, they notice the dusty black earth is sand, a black, ashen sand. All creatures that traveled over the area and were touching the black sand catch on fire immediately, are burned surprisingly quickly into ash that blends in with black landscape.
After a time, your birds see something rising out of the sand, a mountain whose top is carved open and filled with a bubbling lava. A .massive volcano has risen in the center, and it's lava flows down to meet the black desert. It's lava bores into the sand, creating a gorge and valley around it that the lava eventually fills. For a times, the circular valley grows, but eventually it stops, making a lava moat around the volcano.
Curious, a flock of seven crows flies to the top, avoiding touching any of the sand or flying too low, scanning The area, cawing.
Nearing the top of volcano, you see a strange set of naturally formed stairs in the inside rim of the volcano, and as the descend in a spiral, they enter the lava, and when they reach it's bubbling surface, a huge horizontal, circular obsidian gate sits at its bottom, and writing can be seen along its circumference.
They swoop down a bit, and if it’s safe to proceed, approach the gate, in pairs, the last one staying behind. That one watches what happens.
As they near the gate, they see the writing, and it's door is merely an obsidian sewer grate like door. The writing says....
*Gtg we are home and I got stuff my family wants me to do sigh* sorry!
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I have made a huge homebrew setting that I am still working on putting here in DDB. Please give me feedback, I want to know all of what I am doing wrong, and what I am doing right. The thread is a huge work in progress, so everything in it from content to layout is subject to change. Please check this forum:Welcome to Zionderia
Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
The sounds of Lucust's fill the air as a new god crawls their way towards the city.
'Buzz buzz' goes the bees wings. 'Sting sting' goes the scorpions tails. 'Chirp chirp' goes the crickets legs. "Hello" goes the somewhat humanoid figure created by these 3 and more species of insects climbing together to form their vague shape. Fireflies form the 8 large circular eyes, making such that at least one part is always illuminated. Four arms sprout from the incredibly thin mass, with clawed fingers on the end. The form is almost complete, as a large centipede, 5 times the length of a human, burrows up from the ground and picks up the shaped pile of insects. They raise one of their hands and a mask, depicting a mouth-less face with holes for the eyes, appears, to which they dawn. A cloak made from decayed leaves surrounding them forms. Finally, to complete the transformation, they dawn two pairs of gardeners gloves. "What a relief to have a form once more."
The ghostly apparition wrapping around bleached bones that is Arsendir teleports to the center of the wall, curious. Then he remembers the wards are down, and replenishes them with 1,000 power points.
The masked humanoid looks up and waves at them, their eyes blinking out of sync. "May I enter, Youngling?"
“What is your purpose here, creature?” He says, ghostly wisps of magic leaping around and spreading on the ground around him like flames. A flock of birds of paradise watch from nearby.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
The sounds of Lucust's fill the air as a new god crawls their way towards the city.
'Buzz buzz' goes the bees wings. 'Sting sting' goes the scorpions tails. 'Chirp chirp' goes the crickets legs. "Hello" goes the somewhat humanoid figure created by these 3 and more species of insects climbing together to form their vague shape. Fireflies form the 8 large circular eyes, making such that at least one part is always illuminated. Four arms sprout from the incredibly thin mass, with clawed fingers on the end. The form is almost complete, as a large centipede, 5 times the length of a human, burrows up from the ground and picks up the shaped pile of insects. They raise one of their hands and a mask, depicting a mouth-less face with holes for the eyes, appears, to which they dawn. A cloak made from decayed leaves surrounding them forms. Finally, to complete the transformation, they dawn two pairs of gardeners gloves. "What a relief to have a form once more."
The ghostly apparition wrapping around bleached bones that is Arsendir teleports to the center of the wall, curious. Then he remembers the wards are down, and replenishes them with 1,000 power points.
The masked humanoid looks up and waves at them, their eyes blinking out of sync. "May I enter, Youngling?"
“What is your purpose here, creature?” He says, ghostly wisps of magic leaping around and spreading on the ground around him like flames. A flock of birds of paradise watch from nearby.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
“Arsendir, flayed god, acting regent of the city of order. Why are you here?”
(I’m resisting having them make a comment about how chronologically they’re like four months old because in their true form they hatched only recently.)
Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
The sounds of Lucust's fill the air as a new god crawls their way towards the city.
'Buzz buzz' goes the bees wings. 'Sting sting' goes the scorpions tails. 'Chirp chirp' goes the crickets legs. "Hello" goes the somewhat humanoid figure created by these 3 and more species of insects climbing together to form their vague shape. Fireflies form the 8 large circular eyes, making such that at least one part is always illuminated. Four arms sprout from the incredibly thin mass, with clawed fingers on the end. The form is almost complete, as a large centipede, 5 times the length of a human, burrows up from the ground and picks up the shaped pile of insects. They raise one of their hands and a mask, depicting a mouth-less face with holes for the eyes, appears, to which they dawn. A cloak made from decayed leaves surrounding them forms. Finally, to complete the transformation, they dawn two pairs of gardeners gloves. "What a relief to have a form once more."
The ghostly apparition wrapping around bleached bones that is Arsendir teleports to the center of the wall, curious. Then he remembers the wards are down, and replenishes them with 1,000 power points.
The masked humanoid looks up and waves at them, their eyes blinking out of sync. "May I enter, Youngling?"
“What is your purpose here, creature?” He says, ghostly wisps of magic leaping around and spreading on the ground around him like flames. A flock of birds of paradise watch from nearby.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
“Arsendir, flayed god, acting regent of the city of order. Why are you here?”
(I’m resisting having them make a comment about how chronologically they’re like four months old because in their true form they hatched only recently.)
"Wandering. Seeing how the place is after my... absence. Quite chaotic from the looks of it." Mushisama inches closer, their eyes trained on the City of Order. "Though that makes me wonder how long it has been."
Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
The sounds of Lucust's fill the air as a new god crawls their way towards the city.
'Buzz buzz' goes the bees wings. 'Sting sting' goes the scorpions tails. 'Chirp chirp' goes the crickets legs. "Hello" goes the somewhat humanoid figure created by these 3 and more species of insects climbing together to form their vague shape. Fireflies form the 8 large circular eyes, making such that at least one part is always illuminated. Four arms sprout from the incredibly thin mass, with clawed fingers on the end. The form is almost complete, as a large centipede, 5 times the length of a human, burrows up from the ground and picks up the shaped pile of insects. They raise one of their hands and a mask, depicting a mouth-less face with holes for the eyes, appears, to which they dawn. A cloak made from decayed leaves surrounding them forms. Finally, to complete the transformation, they dawn two pairs of gardeners gloves. "What a relief to have a form once more."
The ghostly apparition wrapping around bleached bones that is Arsendir teleports to the center of the wall, curious. Then he remembers the wards are down, and replenishes them with 1,000 power points.
The masked humanoid looks up and waves at them, their eyes blinking out of sync. "May I enter, Youngling?"
“What is your purpose here, creature?” He says, ghostly wisps of magic leaping around and spreading on the ground around him like flames. A flock of birds of paradise watch from nearby.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
“Arsendir, flayed god, acting regent of the city of order. Why are you here?”
(I’m resisting having them make a comment about how chronologically they’re like four months old because in their true form they hatched only recently.)
"Wandering. Seeing how the place is after my... absence. Quite chaotic from the looks of it." Mushisama inches closer, their eyes trained on the City of Order. "Though that makes me wonder how long it has been."
*Do y'all remember that time I thought of a Mr Beast video inspired Will? Well, if I'm gonna use that I've decided to have it be two Wills in a sibling dynamic. One is a Will of pure generosity and charity, who gives their followers what they need for free with no price. Any time they visit a village or whatever, they might end up crashing the economy by creating so much value worth of gifts. Second is a Will of Gifts like their sibling, except they put up trials that must be completed for reward-- the bigger the request, the harder the challenge. They might even offer quests for immortality, Greek Mythology style.
Now, what would the origin of the two be?*
*Gibber needs be be able to roleplay with themselves. It’s what any sane Gibber would do*
*Exactly, I might lose my perfect sanity without good old talking to myself.
But in all seriousness, if anyone wants to play as one of the two then I'm fine with that. If not I'll just continue my trend of making two interacting Wills that are played by the same person.*
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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
Arsendir/Aemulus is in the city, working on pretending to improve things. Meanwhile, his crow servants are flocking across the world, ravenous for flesh, the husky sized, acid spitting birds multiply in a matter of weeks after nesting.
The sounds of Lucust's fill the air as a new god crawls their way towards the city.
'Buzz buzz' goes the bees wings. 'Sting sting' goes the scorpions tails. 'Chirp chirp' goes the crickets legs. "Hello" goes the somewhat humanoid figure created by these 3 and more species of insects climbing together to form their vague shape. Fireflies form the 8 large circular eyes, making such that at least one part is always illuminated. Four arms sprout from the incredibly thin mass, with clawed fingers on the end. The form is almost complete, as a large centipede, 5 times the length of a human, burrows up from the ground and picks up the shaped pile of insects. They raise one of their hands and a mask, depicting a mouth-less face with holes for the eyes, appears, to which they dawn. A cloak made from decayed leaves surrounding them forms. Finally, to complete the transformation, they dawn two pairs of gardeners gloves. "What a relief to have a form once more."
The ghostly apparition wrapping around bleached bones that is Arsendir teleports to the center of the wall, curious. Then he remembers the wards are down, and replenishes them with 1,000 power points.
The masked humanoid looks up and waves at them, their eyes blinking out of sync. "May I enter, Youngling?"
“What is your purpose here, creature?” He says, ghostly wisps of magic leaping around and spreading on the ground around him like flames. A flock of birds of paradise watch from nearby.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
“Arsendir, flayed god, acting regent of the city of order. Why are you here?”
(I’m resisting having them make a comment about how chronologically they’re like four months old because in their true form they hatched only recently.)
"Wandering. Seeing how the place is after my... absence. Quite chaotic from the looks of it." Mushisama inches closer, their eyes trained on the City of Order. "Though that makes me wonder how long it has been."
“Depends, how old are you?”
“Hmm. Well this body, or bodies (chuckle), is only a few hours by now. But my mind I believe dates to before whatever… incident happened here to make oh so many new gods.”
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
*Kag's tower is close to his desert I think*
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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%.
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
*Kag's tower is close to his desert I think*
Crotalus standing atop of his Mesa overseas his desert kingdom. He notices the tower rising up in the horizon. "New neighbors. I reckon I oughta pay them a visit." He quickly lassos a tornado and rides it bareback over to the base of the tower.
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
*Kag's tower is close to his desert I think*
Crotalus standing atop of his Mesa overseas his desert kingdom. He notices the tower rising up in the horizon. "New neighbors. I reckon I oughta pay them a visit." He quickly lassos a tornado and rides it bareback over to the base of the tower.
Kag himself isn't there.There is, however, a Tarrasque and about 1000 monsters, mostly demons but a few undead.
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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%.
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
*Kag's tower is close to his desert I think*
Crotalus standing atop of his Mesa overseas his desert kingdom. He notices the tower rising up in the horizon. "New neighbors. I reckon I oughta pay them a visit." He quickly lassos a tornado and rides it bareback over to the base of the tower.
Kag himself isn't there.There is, however, a Tarrasque and about 1000 monsters, mostly demons but a few undead.
"Dang neighbors got some no count company. He better keep them devils on his side of the fence." Sensing that the owner ain't home, Crotalus returns to his Mesa on the wings of buzzards.
Korzirak, the Skull of Shadows Vokun, and the Skull of Light Hezkun remain in the Kingdom of Concordia
The Skull of Undeath Dinok and the Skull of Life Laas are near the city of order, absorbing the souls of the fallen and healing the people and the landscape respectively.
Zeon and Talric are helping the rats in their plans.
Enki and Aalto are exploring.
More dangerous and wanted criminals have begun going missing in other parts of the world. The numbers are small, but with all the chaos and discord happen that number might rise.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Korzirak, the Skull of Shadows Vokun, and the Skull of Light Hezkun remain in the Kingdom of Concordia
The Skull of Undeath Dinok and the Skull of Life Laas are near the city of order, absorbing the souls of the fallen and healing the people and the landscape respectively.
Zeon and Talric are helping the rats in their plans.
Enki and Aalto are exploring.
More dangerous and wanted criminals have begun going missing in other parts of the world. The numbers are small, but with all the chaos and discord happen that number might rise.
Strangely, there are very few fallen souls in the area. Stranger still, the Skulls cannot enter the city proper.
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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.
Korzirak, the Skull of Shadows Vokun, and the Skull of Light Hezkun remain in the Kingdom of Concordia
The Skull of Undeath Dinok and the Skull of Life Laas are near the city of order, absorbing the souls of the fallen and healing the people and the landscape respectively.
Zeon and Talric are helping the rats in their plans.
Enki and Aalto are exploring.
More dangerous and wanted criminals have begun going missing in other parts of the world. The numbers are small, but with all the chaos and discord happen that number might rise.
Strangely, there are very few fallen souls in the area. Stranger still, the Skulls cannot enter the city proper.
They don't attempt to enter the City, as if they seem to already be aware that they can't past a certain threshold, instead focusing on the outskirts and nearby settlements.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*These are just updates to situations. I'll RP later.*
The most perceptive of the City of Order's guards can notice a frail old man approaching, still far away but getting closer and closer. *Question for Jobah and Aemulus: Did the cleanup involve anything about the mortal's memories? I'd imagine they'd probably mention Savut saying Cog is dead. Plus, the clerics and maybe the elders would have resistance to mind numbing effects due to their connection with Cog.*
The underworld continues to issue it's warning that all Wills within it should be destroyed. The 9 pillars of flame ominously hum.
Gibber is pondering new Will stuff, and summarizing his current Will stuff.
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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
As they near the gate, they see the writing, and it's door is merely an obsidian sewer grate like door. The writing says....
*Gtg we are home and I got stuff my family wants me to do sigh* sorry!
I have made a huge homebrew setting that I am still working on putting here in DDB. Please give me feedback, I want to know all of what I am doing wrong, and what I am doing right. The thread is a huge work in progress, so everything in it from content to layout is subject to change. Please check this forum: Welcome to Zionderia
Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
They cross their bottom arms and puts a third to their chin. "A curious one, aren't we? You may call me Mushisama. Now, my question in return. What might I call you, youngster?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Arsendir, flayed god, acting regent of the city of order. Why are you here?”
(I’m resisting having them make a comment about how chronologically they’re like four months old because in their true form they hatched only recently.)
"Wandering. Seeing how the place is after my... absence. Quite chaotic from the looks of it." Mushisama inches closer, their eyes trained on the City of Order. "Though that makes me wonder how long it has been."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Depends, how old are you?”
*Exactly, I might lose my perfect sanity without good old talking to myself.
But in all seriousness, if anyone wants to play as one of the two then I'm fine with that. If not I'll just continue my trend of making two interacting Wills that are played by the same person.*
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
*So when is Coginitius getting back?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Soon. Probably around the time I get home, after I finish my big as (GP) explanation of Faltros and Cog's lore to Arronlion.*
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
*gotcha. i just finished savut’s and am working on Balatro’s right now*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hmm. Well this body, or bodies (chuckle), is only a few hours by now. But my mind I believe dates to before whatever… incident happened here to make oh so many new gods.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A solitary figure walks through the sands of a desert. His poncho flutters in the dry wind, his bare skull is scarred with thin gashes, and the tip of one of his horns has been smashed off.
The desert seems to welcome his arrival. The sands stir happily, scorpions and rattlesnakes and desert owls and hares and lizards skitter and slither out from their crannies to greet his approach. The cacti, sage, and cypress, and thorn shrubs blossom and grow as he passes by, flashing their needles and leaves to make their god proud.
He makes his way back to the towering bloodstone monolith of the wasteland. His Holy Mesa.
*Kag's tower is close to his desert I think*
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.
Crotalus standing atop of his Mesa overseas his desert kingdom. He notices the tower rising up in the horizon. "New neighbors. I reckon I oughta pay them a visit." He quickly lassos a tornado and rides it bareback over to the base of the tower.
Kag himself isn't there.There is, however, a Tarrasque and about 1000 monsters, mostly demons but a few undead.
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.
"Dang neighbors got some no count company. He better keep them devils on his side of the fence." Sensing that the owner ain't home, Crotalus returns to his Mesa on the wings of buzzards.
Korzirak, the Skull of Shadows Vokun, and the Skull of Light Hezkun remain in the Kingdom of Concordia
The Skull of Undeath Dinok and the Skull of Life Laas are near the city of order, absorbing the souls of the fallen and healing the people and the landscape respectively.
Zeon and Talric are helping the rats in their plans.
Enki and Aalto are exploring.
More dangerous and wanted criminals have begun going missing in other parts of the world. The numbers are small, but with all the chaos and discord happen that number might rise.
"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
Strangely, there are very few fallen souls in the area. Stranger still, the Skulls cannot enter the city proper.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Mushisama Origin Form*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They don't attempt to enter the City, as if they seem to already be aware that they can't past a certain threshold, instead focusing on the outskirts and nearby settlements.
"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
*These are just updates to situations. I'll RP later.*
The most perceptive of the City of Order's guards can notice a frail old man approaching, still far away but getting closer and closer. *Question for Jobah and Aemulus: Did the cleanup involve anything about the mortal's memories? I'd imagine they'd probably mention Savut saying Cog is dead. Plus, the clerics and maybe the elders would have resistance to mind numbing effects due to their connection with Cog.*
The underworld continues to issue it's warning that all Wills within it should be destroyed. The 9 pillars of flame ominously hum.
Gibber is pondering new Will stuff, and summarizing his current Will stuff.
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