The Nameless King is resting in the crater he had made the day prior after stepping off a sky island. The nearby village almost flattened by him, but luckily he saw them and moved himself slightly with his tempest power, helping the village with its drought problem.
The Darkest Dungeon is eating a village, the villagers witnessing strange flesh and bone creatures that were once human kill all of them without mercy.
All of Happy Chaos’s clones have disappeared, without fail, none can be found.
The Frenzy has decided to stay low for now, a lot of powerful people still around, choosing just to simply help Marie become powerful enough to truly be their herald.
Slayer is in Forerir’s lands, protecting it from any wills that might come, his body radiating power, shadows surrounding him, his arms crossed and his knuckle dusters on. *He can do other things than talk up ladies, he knows when he has a job to do.*
Asuka is stopping as many altered as he can, fixing them, obviously not under the control of Happy Chaos despite having his energy in his body.
He hears burrowing below him as from the ground, thousands of insects climb out, twisting and turning to the shape of a four armed humanoid with 8 out of sync glowing eyes, and the large body of a centipede for legs. A cloak of decayed leaves drape over it, a featureless mask with holes for eyes covers the face, and gloves cover the clawed hands. Even though it has no mouth, you sense a smile. “Hello child.”
He rolls his shoulder and walks over to them “There are other ways in, take them or die. This is Forerir’s land, and he isn’t here, which means I’m in charge. So your options are to go to the checkpoints, or to be turned into a paste, I recommend the first.” He picks them up with one hand by the shoulder and get ready to throw them there.
The shoulder quite literally comes off as Slayer feels the squirming of the bugs under the cloak. “Oh, I believe you’ll find that task” They stare straight through the Slayers immortal soul. “Quite difficult.”
He smiles and cracks his neck “Oh it seems you don’t know how much I like a good challenge. How about we see how things go another time though, when I have more wine to share with you?” He crushes the shoulder in his hand and rubs the rest off with a napkin.
“yowch. And all I wanted was a little small talk. How about I get you some wine then?”
“Oh, you want to stay so you try and bribe me. I’ll take the bait.” He falls into a chair made of flying bats and crosses his legs “Name?”
“Less a bribe and more… an extension of friendship.” They reach into their cloak and produce a bottle of finely aged wine. A scorpion crawls from under their glove, stings the cork, and pulls it out. “As for my name, I don’t like others having power, so just call me Mushisama.”
The Verdant Skull of Life Laas would arrive in Visk's forest which borders Foreir's lands, which has remained even after Visk's death. The Skull begins to exhale of breath of life energy into the forest, which starts to grow back exponentially back into it's true vibrant splendor. It patrols around, occasionally being spotted at the border of Foreir's lands and spooking the giants though it never approaches them or interacts.
Slayer sees this and sighs, before walking over to the border. He puts one sharps fingernail in the ground and draws a line in between them, purple shadow leaking from the line, making anything it touches disappear “Please don’t go across this line. You don’t have to say anything, if you cross this line I’ll just have to fight you. Goodbye.” He walks to a chair of bats and sits there, crossing his legs.
The Skull doesn't acknowledge the threat, but never crosses the line. It seems the Skull is here to handle the forest, not to intrude. The wildlife becomes more abundant so the giants can hunt or collect more live stock, mounts, or animal companions or fey beast companions and the trees grow the various fruits the giants like to eat while they work and the various types of magical wood that the giants use for various crafting uses.
He watches the giants, occasionally staring for what they’re hunting, and doing something to instantly kill it without getting close. He then decides he’s bored and walks into Visk’s forest, simply curious having the skull creature and what it’s doing, because he’s nosey.
After some time,the skull would turn to Slayer. He can see it seems to be made from hearty and heathy wood and verdant vines, ivy, and other foliage covered in multi-colored flowers. Green fire dances in the eye sockets. The Skull speaks, in a voice that is eerily similar to Visk's. "You are familiar to me...you have met the being my essence was created from....."
Slayer smirks and raises a hand before bowing deeply “I have met many, mostly because I find them interesting, or possibly even someone even more important than me. If I’ve met your essence then it was a pleasure, as it is a pleasure to meet you. I trust they were a truly incredible being.”
"He was the creator of this forest. I am simply here to honor his agreement to the Lord of Fire as he is incapable of doing so any longer." The skull says, the voice is even, not entirely robotic but not very emotive either.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Nameless King is resting in the crater he had made the day prior after stepping off a sky island. The nearby village almost flattened by him, but luckily he saw them and moved himself slightly with his tempest power, helping the village with its drought problem.
The Darkest Dungeon is eating a village, the villagers witnessing strange flesh and bone creatures that were once human kill all of them without mercy.
All of Happy Chaos’s clones have disappeared, without fail, none can be found.
The Frenzy has decided to stay low for now, a lot of powerful people still around, choosing just to simply help Marie become powerful enough to truly be their herald.
Slayer is in Forerir’s lands, protecting it from any wills that might come, his body radiating power, shadows surrounding him, his arms crossed and his knuckle dusters on. *He can do other things than talk up ladies, he knows when he has a job to do.*
Asuka is stopping as many altered as he can, fixing them, obviously not under the control of Happy Chaos despite having his energy in his body.
He hears burrowing below him as from the ground, thousands of insects climb out, twisting and turning to the shape of a four armed humanoid with 8 out of sync glowing eyes, and the large body of a centipede for legs. A cloak of decayed leaves drape over it, a featureless mask with holes for eyes covers the face, and gloves cover the clawed hands. Even though it has no mouth, you sense a smile. “Hello child.”
He rolls his shoulder and walks over to them “There are other ways in, take them or die. This is Forerir’s land, and he isn’t here, which means I’m in charge. So your options are to go to the checkpoints, or to be turned into a paste, I recommend the first.” He picks them up with one hand by the shoulder and get ready to throw them there.
The shoulder quite literally comes off as Slayer feels the squirming of the bugs under the cloak. “Oh, I believe you’ll find that task” They stare straight through the Slayers immortal soul. “Quite difficult.”
He smiles and cracks his neck “Oh it seems you don’t know how much I like a good challenge. How about we see how things go another time though, when I have more wine to share with you?” He crushes the shoulder in his hand and rubs the rest off with a napkin.
“yowch. And all I wanted was a little small talk. How about I get you some wine then?”
“Oh, you want to stay so you try and bribe me. I’ll take the bait.” He falls into a chair made of flying bats and crosses his legs “Name?”
“Less a bribe and more… an extension of friendship.” They reach into their cloak and produce a bottle of finely aged wine. A scorpion crawls from under their glove, stings the cork, and pulls it out. “As for my name, I don’t like others having power, so just call me Mushisama.”
“Mushisama it is.” He takes a deep breath, somehow breathing in the smell of the wine from a distance “Well aged. Nothing truly extraordinary but not bad by any means whatsoever, I would love this gift.”
The Verdant Skull of Life Laas would arrive in Visk's forest which borders Foreir's lands, which has remained even after Visk's death. The Skull begins to exhale of breath of life energy into the forest, which starts to grow back exponentially back into it's true vibrant splendor. It patrols around, occasionally being spotted at the border of Foreir's lands and spooking the giants though it never approaches them or interacts.
Slayer sees this and sighs, before walking over to the border. He puts one sharps fingernail in the ground and draws a line in between them, purple shadow leaking from the line, making anything it touches disappear “Please don’t go across this line. You don’t have to say anything, if you cross this line I’ll just have to fight you. Goodbye.” He walks to a chair of bats and sits there, crossing his legs.
The Skull doesn't acknowledge the threat, but never crosses the line. It seems the Skull is here to handle the forest, not to intrude. The wildlife becomes more abundant so the giants can hunt or collect more live stock, mounts, or animal companions or fey beast companions and the trees grow the various fruits the giants like to eat while they work and the various types of magical wood that the giants use for various crafting uses.
He watches the giants, occasionally staring for what they’re hunting, and doing something to instantly kill it without getting close. He then decides he’s bored and walks into Visk’s forest, simply curious having the skull creature and what it’s doing, because he’s nosey.
After some time,the skull would turn to Slayer. He can see it seems to be made from hearty and heathy wood and verdant vines, ivy, and other foliage covered in multi-colored flowers. Green fire dances in the eye sockets. The Skull speaks, in a voice that is eerily similar to Visk's. "You are familiar to me...you have met the being my essence was created from....."
Slayer smirks and raises a hand before bowing deeply “I have met many, mostly because I find them interesting, or possibly even someone even more important than me. If I’ve met your essence then it was a pleasure, as it is a pleasure to meet you. I trust they were a truly incredible being.”
"He was the creator of this forest. I am simply here to honor his agreement to the Lord of Fire as he is incapable of doing so any longer." The skull says, the voice is even, not entirely robotic but not very emotive either.
“Hmm, that is interesting indeed. Are you referring to Forerir when you say Lord of Fire? Because you must be referring to Visk then, I liked them from what I knew about them.” He says as to honor their memory, raising a glass of wine, before pouring it to the ground.
*Anybody else want to rp, I’m feeling like being stressed with three to four rps at once.*
*I can bring the Twin Flames in*
*If you want to I’m down for that.*
The Twin Flames are making sure a small group of rats make it safely to a new home.
They pass a village, being consumed by a group of monsters made of flesh and bone, that is wrong.
They shoo the rats to a safe distance, before bursting into their signature flames, casting shadow instead of light. Out of this shadows crawls out about half a dozen tall and slender Shadow walkers, who make their way to the village.
The Verdant Skull of Life Laas would arrive in Visk's forest which borders Foreir's lands, which has remained even after Visk's death. The Skull begins to exhale of breath of life energy into the forest, which starts to grow back exponentially back into it's true vibrant splendor. It patrols around, occasionally being spotted at the border of Foreir's lands and spooking the giants though it never approaches them or interacts.
Slayer sees this and sighs, before walking over to the border. He puts one sharps fingernail in the ground and draws a line in between them, purple shadow leaking from the line, making anything it touches disappear “Please don’t go across this line. You don’t have to say anything, if you cross this line I’ll just have to fight you. Goodbye.” He walks to a chair of bats and sits there, crossing his legs.
The Skull doesn't acknowledge the threat, but never crosses the line. It seems the Skull is here to handle the forest, not to intrude. The wildlife becomes more abundant so the giants can hunt or collect more live stock, mounts, or animal companions or fey beast companions and the trees grow the various fruits the giants like to eat while they work and the various types of magical wood that the giants use for various crafting uses.
He watches the giants, occasionally staring for what they’re hunting, and doing something to instantly kill it without getting close. He then decides he’s bored and walks into Visk’s forest, simply curious having the skull creature and what it’s doing, because he’s nosey.
After some time,the skull would turn to Slayer. He can see it seems to be made from hearty and heathy wood and verdant vines, ivy, and other foliage covered in multi-colored flowers. Green fire dances in the eye sockets. The Skull speaks, in a voice that is eerily similar to Visk's. "You are familiar to me...you have met the being my essence was created from....."
Slayer smirks and raises a hand before bowing deeply “I have met many, mostly because I find them interesting, or possibly even someone even more important than me. If I’ve met your essence then it was a pleasure, as it is a pleasure to meet you. I trust they were a truly incredible being.”
"He was the creator of this forest. I am simply here to honor his agreement to the Lord of Fire as he is incapable of doing so any longer." The skull says, the voice is even, not entirely robotic but not very emotive either.
“Hmm, that is interesting indeed. Are you referring to Forerir when you say Lord of Fire? Because you must be referring to Visk then, I liked them from what I knew about them.” He says as to honor their memory, raising a glass of wine, before pouring it to the ground.
"Yes. There passing was a sorrow but it gave birth to a new creation, who in turn created me." The skull says.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Anybody else want to rp, I’m feeling like being stressed with three to four rps at once.*
*I can bring the Twin Flames in*
*If you want to I’m down for that.*
The Twin Flames are making sure a small group of rats make it safely to a new home.
They pass a village, being consumed by a group of monsters made of flesh and bone, that is wrong.
They shoo the rats to a safe distance, before bursting into their signature flames, casting shadow instead of light. Out of this shadows crawls out about half a dozen tall and slender Shadow walkers, who make their way to the village.
The flesh creatures ignore the shadow walkers as if they weren’t there, upon touching any mortals they stop fighting against the flesh creatures, turning into one themselves. Some do still resist but they usually end up dead, some escape though.
The Nameless King is resting in the crater he had made the day prior after stepping off a sky island. The nearby village almost flattened by him, but luckily he saw them and moved himself slightly with his tempest power, helping the village with its drought problem.
The Darkest Dungeon is eating a village, the villagers witnessing strange flesh and bone creatures that were once human kill all of them without mercy.
All of Happy Chaos’s clones have disappeared, without fail, none can be found.
The Frenzy has decided to stay low for now, a lot of powerful people still around, choosing just to simply help Marie become powerful enough to truly be their herald.
Slayer is in Forerir’s lands, protecting it from any wills that might come, his body radiating power, shadows surrounding him, his arms crossed and his knuckle dusters on. *He can do other things than talk up ladies, he knows when he has a job to do.*
Asuka is stopping as many altered as he can, fixing them, obviously not under the control of Happy Chaos despite having his energy in his body.
He hears burrowing below him as from the ground, thousands of insects climb out, twisting and turning to the shape of a four armed humanoid with 8 out of sync glowing eyes, and the large body of a centipede for legs. A cloak of decayed leaves drape over it, a featureless mask with holes for eyes covers the face, and gloves cover the clawed hands. Even though it has no mouth, you sense a smile. “Hello child.”
He rolls his shoulder and walks over to them “There are other ways in, take them or die. This is Forerir’s land, and he isn’t here, which means I’m in charge. So your options are to go to the checkpoints, or to be turned into a paste, I recommend the first.” He picks them up with one hand by the shoulder and get ready to throw them there.
The shoulder quite literally comes off as Slayer feels the squirming of the bugs under the cloak. “Oh, I believe you’ll find that task” They stare straight through the Slayers immortal soul. “Quite difficult.”
He smiles and cracks his neck “Oh it seems you don’t know how much I like a good challenge. How about we see how things go another time though, when I have more wine to share with you?” He crushes the shoulder in his hand and rubs the rest off with a napkin.
“yowch. And all I wanted was a little small talk. How about I get you some wine then?”
“Oh, you want to stay so you try and bribe me. I’ll take the bait.” He falls into a chair made of flying bats and crosses his legs “Name?”
“Less a bribe and more… an extension of friendship.” They reach into their cloak and produce a bottle of finely aged wine. A scorpion crawls from under their glove, stings the cork, and pulls it out. “As for my name, I don’t like others having power, so just call me Mushisama.”
“Mushisama it is.” He takes a deep breath, somehow breathing in the smell of the wine from a distance “Well aged. Nothing truly extraordinary but not bad by any means whatsoever, I would love this gift.”
The Nameless King is resting in the crater he had made the day prior after stepping off a sky island. The nearby village almost flattened by him, but luckily he saw them and moved himself slightly with his tempest power, helping the village with its drought problem.
The Darkest Dungeon is eating a village, the villagers witnessing strange flesh and bone creatures that were once human kill all of them without mercy.
All of Happy Chaos’s clones have disappeared, without fail, none can be found.
The Frenzy has decided to stay low for now, a lot of powerful people still around, choosing just to simply help Marie become powerful enough to truly be their herald.
Slayer is in Forerir’s lands, protecting it from any wills that might come, his body radiating power, shadows surrounding him, his arms crossed and his knuckle dusters on. *He can do other things than talk up ladies, he knows when he has a job to do.*
Asuka is stopping as many altered as he can, fixing them, obviously not under the control of Happy Chaos despite having his energy in his body.
He hears burrowing below him as from the ground, thousands of insects climb out, twisting and turning to the shape of a four armed humanoid with 8 out of sync glowing eyes, and the large body of a centipede for legs. A cloak of decayed leaves drape over it, a featureless mask with holes for eyes covers the face, and gloves cover the clawed hands. Even though it has no mouth, you sense a smile. “Hello child.”
He rolls his shoulder and walks over to them “There are other ways in, take them or die. This is Forerir’s land, and he isn’t here, which means I’m in charge. So your options are to go to the checkpoints, or to be turned into a paste, I recommend the first.” He picks them up with one hand by the shoulder and get ready to throw them there.
The shoulder quite literally comes off as Slayer feels the squirming of the bugs under the cloak. “Oh, I believe you’ll find that task” They stare straight through the Slayers immortal soul. “Quite difficult.”
He smiles and cracks his neck “Oh it seems you don’t know how much I like a good challenge. How about we see how things go another time though, when I have more wine to share with you?” He crushes the shoulder in his hand and rubs the rest off with a napkin.
“yowch. And all I wanted was a little small talk. How about I get you some wine then?”
“Oh, you want to stay so you try and bribe me. I’ll take the bait.” He falls into a chair made of flying bats and crosses his legs “Name?”
“Less a bribe and more… an extension of friendship.” They reach into their cloak and produce a bottle of finely aged wine. A scorpion crawls from under their glove, stings the cork, and pulls it out. “As for my name, I don’t like others having power, so just call me Mushisama.”
“Mushisama it is.” He takes a deep breath, somehow breathing in the smell of the wine from a distance “Well aged. Nothing truly extraordinary but not bad by any means whatsoever, I would love this gift.”
“Lovely. The powdered snake scales needed for the recipe were rather difficult to get, now that they no longer have a god. Mayhaps, when a new one sprouts, they will save the… now extinct species.” A somewhat insane chuckle escapes the mouth less being.
"Yes. There passing was a sorrow but it gave birth to a new creation, who in turn created me." The skull says.
“I am sad I didn’t get to face them with my might before their passing. But I suppose you’ll have to do some other time.”
"Maybe once I have become more attuned to the essence and memories, I can prove a challenge to you. However, I will not be as strong as my creator, the Twilight King."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Anybody else want to rp, I’m feeling like being stressed with three to four rps at once.*
*I can bring the Twin Flames in*
*If you want to I’m down for that.*
The Twin Flames are making sure a small group of rats make it safely to a new home.
They pass a village, being consumed by a group of monsters made of flesh and bone, that is wrong.
They shoo the rats to a safe distance, before bursting into their signature flames, casting shadow instead of light. Out of this shadows crawls out about half a dozen tall and slender Shadow walkers, who make their way to the village.
The flesh creatures ignore the shadow walkers as if they weren’t there, upon touching any mortals they stop fighting against the flesh creatures, turning into one themselves. Some do still resist but they usually end up dead, some escape though.
The flames die down to the form of dragons, who fly above and roar. The voices, now in unison, scream. “IS THIS DEATH NEEDED! ARE YOU SOULLESS!”
"Yes. There passing was a sorrow but it gave birth to a new creation, who in turn created me." The skull says.
“I am sad I didn’t get to face them with my might before their passing. But I suppose you’ll have to do some other time.”
"Maybe once I have become more attuned to the essence and memories, I can prove a challenge to you. However, I will not be as strong as my creator, the Twilight King."
“I don’t need a challenge, I simply seek to see what you are. Truly. I must go back to protecting Forerir’s land, we will talk again soon enough, goodbye.” He walks away.
"Yes. There passing was a sorrow but it gave birth to a new creation, who in turn created me." The skull says.
“I am sad I didn’t get to face them with my might before their passing. But I suppose you’ll have to do some other time.”
"Maybe once I have become more attuned to the essence and memories, I can prove a challenge to you. However, I will not be as strong as my creator, the Twilight King."
“I don’t need a challenge, I simply seek to see what you are. Truly. I must go back to protecting Forerir’s land, we will talk again soon enough, goodbye.” He walks away.
"Farewell" The skull says before going back to revitalizing the forest.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Anybody else want to rp, I’m feeling like being stressed with three to four rps at once.*
*I can bring the Twin Flames in*
*If you want to I’m down for that.*
The Twin Flames are making sure a small group of rats make it safely to a new home.
They pass a village, being consumed by a group of monsters made of flesh and bone, that is wrong.
They shoo the rats to a safe distance, before bursting into their signature flames, casting shadow instead of light. Out of this shadows crawls out about half a dozen tall and slender Shadow walkers, who make their way to the village.
The flesh creatures ignore the shadow walkers as if they weren’t there, upon touching any mortals they stop fighting against the flesh creatures, turning into one themselves. Some do still resist but they usually end up dead, some escape though.
The flames die down to the form of dragons, who fly above and roar. The voices, now in unison, scream. “IS THIS DEATH NEEDED! ARE YOU SOULLESS!”
The Flesh Creatures put on some black cloaks and looks up the flames, an elderly yet fit man in noble clothing walks over “This is not death, this is new life, this is what the Darkest Dungeon wishes.”
Aemulus did not do any mind manipulation, as they have a plan, but now they are currently in the process of reinstating the Elders as major authority figures along with Savut and Arsendir. (They’re doing a surprisingly good job covering their tracks)
The Nameless King is resting in the crater he had made the day prior after stepping off a sky island. The nearby village almost flattened by him, but luckily he saw them and moved himself slightly with his tempest power, helping the village with its drought problem.
All of Happy Chaos’s clones have disappeared, without fail, none can be found.
The Frenzy has decided to stay low for now, a lot of powerful people still around, choosing just to simply help Marie become powerful enough to truly be their herald.
Asuka is traveling the globe and stopping as many altered as he can, fixing them, obviously not under the control of Happy Chaos despite having his energy in his body.
“Less a bribe and more… an extension of friendship.” They reach into their cloak and produce a bottle of finely aged wine. A scorpion crawls from under their glove, stings the cork, and pulls it out. “As for my name, I don’t like others having power, so just call me Mushisama.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"He was the creator of this forest. I am simply here to honor his agreement to the Lord of Fire as he is incapable of doing so any longer." The skull says, the voice is even, not entirely robotic but not very emotive 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
“Mushisama it is.” He takes a deep breath, somehow breathing in the smell of the wine from a distance “Well aged. Nothing truly extraordinary but not bad by any means whatsoever, I would love this gift.”
“Hmm, that is interesting indeed. Are you referring to Forerir when you say Lord of Fire? Because you must be referring to Visk then, I liked them from what I knew about them.” He says as to honor their memory, raising a glass of wine, before pouring it to the ground.
They shoo the rats to a safe distance, before bursting into their signature flames, casting shadow instead of light. Out of this shadows crawls out about half a dozen tall and slender Shadow walkers, who make their way to the village.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Yes. There passing was a sorrow but it gave birth to a new creation, who in turn created me." The skull says.
"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 flesh creatures ignore the shadow walkers as if they weren’t there, upon touching any mortals they stop fighting against the flesh creatures, turning into one themselves. Some do still resist but they usually end up dead, some escape though.
“I am sad I didn’t get to face them with my might before their passing. But I suppose you’ll have to do some other time.”
“Lovely. The powdered snake scales needed for the recipe were rather difficult to get, now that they no longer have a god. Mayhaps, when a new one sprouts, they will save the… now extinct species.” A somewhat insane chuckle escapes the mouth less being.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Maybe once I have become more attuned to the essence and memories, I can prove a challenge to you. However, I will not be as strong as my creator, the Twilight King."
"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 flames die down to the form of dragons, who fly above and roar. The voices, now in unison, scream. “IS THIS DEATH NEEDED! ARE YOU SOULLESS!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Cut for Draken*
“Ah so it is rare. I like it, possibly someone will recreate such a species.”
“I don’t need a challenge, I simply seek to see what you are. Truly. I must go back to protecting Forerir’s land, we will talk again soon enough, goodbye.” He walks away.
"Farewell" The skull says before going back to revitalizing the forest.
"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 Flesh Creatures put on some black cloaks and looks up the flames, an elderly yet fit man in noble clothing walks over “This is not death, this is new life, this is what the Darkest Dungeon wishes.”
“Hopefully. I’m sad to say that I’m quite addicted to the poisonous, for mortals, taste.”
*put in same post the interaction with Darkest Dungeon*
The shadow walkers halt, leering over the corrupted. “Is this new life needed?” They all say in unison, as the dragons leer from even higher.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Hmm, well maybe I could help with that, or possibly it will just give you a new addiction.”
The shadow walkers know the name of the noble as the Ancester, and he clasps his hands together “New life is always needed. This is pure bliss.”
Aemulus did not do any mind manipulation, as they have a plan, but now they are currently in the process of reinstating the Elders as major authority figures along with Savut and Arsendir. (They’re doing a surprisingly good job covering their tracks)
*sorry ive been gone for so long*
"calm down a bit, would you?"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye