Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
They raise the glass high. “HAHA! Quite delicious my young friend. You simply must tell me the recipe. Extinction is only temporary, as you know.” Another, slightly madder, chuckle.
The Twin Flames, their summoned creatures, and the Risen watch until they are sure they are sure they are safe, for now, before leaving and vanishing into the slowly dissipating smoke.
“Oh but of course. It took quite a long time to perfect the recipe. It takes a lot to get it how it is now.” He chuckles softly “I would love to show you myself but not right now, I still have to defend this place while he isn’t here.”
The Ancestor smiles as they leave, the last things the Twin Flames see is his face shift to that of a disgusting flesh monster’s.
“And I would love to learn from such a young mind as yourself. I hold the knowledge of pre catastrophe, and you hold the knowledge of this post-world.”
well then. you are a god of the forge, correct? Will you build a new one?
“Indeed. It does seem like a good time for a…what do humans call it? When you change your appearance and what you wear?”
I’m… not sure, as I am not humanoid myself…
“Bah, doesn’t matter.”
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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!”
Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
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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.
They raise the glass high. “HAHA! Quite delicious my young friend. You simply must tell me the recipe. Extinction is only temporary, as you know.” Another, slightly madder, chuckle.
The Twin Flames, their summoned creatures, and the Risen watch until they are sure they are sure they are safe, for now, before leaving and vanishing into the slowly dissipating smoke.
“Oh but of course. It took quite a long time to perfect the recipe. It takes a lot to get it how it is now.” He chuckles softly “I would love to show you myself but not right now, I still have to defend this place while he isn’t here.”
The Ancestor smiles as they leave, the last things the Twin Flames see is his face shift to that of a disgusting flesh monster’s.
“And I would love to learn from such a young mind as yourself. I hold the knowledge of pre catastrophe, and you hold the knowledge of this post-world.”
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m young. Well either way it took me a long time to get it perfect.” He takes another sip, his body shivering a bit.
Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
“If we do, we better do it now before he gets back, explain it as he was injured in the fight and succumbed to his wounds afterwards, or something. Perhaps we elect a third elder on the spot to serve as an acting one until he gets back, then explain why he should continue to be one as he is a wise and intelligent leader?”
Yadathiel descends slowly, until it is about twenty feet from the ground at its outer ring. It’s core watches the Unknowable, unspeaking.
Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
“If we do, we better do it now before he gets back, explain it as he was injured in the fight and succumbed to his wounds afterwards, or something. Perhaps we elect a third elder on the spot to serve as an acting one until he gets back, then explain why he should continue to be one as he is a wise and intelligent leader?”
Yadathiel descends slowly, until it is about twenty feet from the ground at its outer ring. It’s core watches the Unknowable, unspeaking.
"Good idea. So how shall we do it? Should we leave a body for the people to mourn or say that the Altered took it, therefore increasing public anger towards them?"
"You are here." It whispers.
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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.
Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
“If we do, we better do it now before he gets back, explain it as he was injured in the fight and succumbed to his wounds afterwards, or something. Perhaps we elect a third elder on the spot to serve as an acting one until he gets back, then explain why he should continue to be one as he is a wise and intelligent leader?”
Yadathiel descends slowly, until it is about twenty feet from the ground at its outer ring. It’s core watches the Unknowable, unspeaking.
"Good idea. So how shall we do it? Should we leave a body for the people to mourn or say that the Altered took it, therefore increasing public anger towards them?"
"You are here." It whispers.
“Perhaps… that could work. Maybe once he died, one that had stayed behind for a few hours afterwards had devoured his corpse? And then, who should we elect as our next elder?”
Korzirak is still exploring, having entered the valley. It looks around, its kaiju sized footfalls not disrupting anything despite its massive size. The tarrasque opens its massive claw, revealing the Deathbloom inside. The Umbral Willow has returned to the Kingdom with it shortly before Volumdremaak's death, and now the Twilight King was here to continue to promise of revitalizing the land until someone else was worthy to take the artifact.
Talric and the rats continue with their drug induced festivities while Zeon watches on protectively (playing the sober friend).
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro is trying to glean further information from the sword, unsure once again of whether or not he should stay or go.
The UNKNOWABLE is waiting for Yadathiel at the Navel Temple.
Rulundra has left the Prometheus facility and is heading back to the City of Peace, bored.
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
“If we do, we better do it now before he gets back, explain it as he was injured in the fight and succumbed to his wounds afterwards, or something. Perhaps we elect a third elder on the spot to serve as an acting one until he gets back, then explain why he should continue to be one as he is a wise and intelligent leader?”
Yadathiel descends slowly, until it is about twenty feet from the ground at its outer ring. It’s core watches the Unknowable, unspeaking.
"Good idea. So how shall we do it? Should we leave a body for the people to mourn or say that the Altered took it, therefore increasing public anger towards them?"
"You are here." It whispers.
“Perhaps… that could work. Maybe once he died, one that had stayed behind for a few hours afterwards had devoured his corpse? And then, who should we elect as our next elder?”
it’s wheels slow to a halt. “finally… I am here…”
"I still believe that Ryphandin would make a worthy addition, but your suggestions are valued as well."
"So you are resolute in your decision to devour this world?"
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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.
*How do you imagine your wills sound.? For me, Mushisama always sounds sarcastic, with the humming of their insect body always present. The Twin Flames, one voice is wafty and quiet, while the other is loud and authoritative.*
*Crotalus’s voice is desert dry and it sounds like he speaks with a rattlesnake, scorpion, or buzzard for a tongue. His words are strengthened by a Texan accent.*
*How do you imagine your wills sound.? For me, Mushisama always sounds sarcastic, with the humming of their insect body always present. The Twin Flames, one voice is wafty and quiet, while the other is loud and authoritative.*
*Crotalus’s voice is desert dry and it sounds like he speaks with a rattlesnake, scorpion, or buzzard for a tongue. His words are strengthened by a Texan accent.*
*I NEED Crotalus to say Howdy right this instant. My health will decline if I don't see it happen.*
They raise the glass high. “HAHA! Quite delicious my young friend. You simply must tell me the recipe. Extinction is only temporary, as you know.” Another, slightly madder, chuckle.
The Twin Flames, their summoned creatures, and the Risen watch until they are sure they are sure they are safe, for now, before leaving and vanishing into the slowly dissipating smoke.
“Oh but of course. It took quite a long time to perfect the recipe. It takes a lot to get it how it is now.” He chuckles softly “I would love to show you myself but not right now, I still have to defend this place while he isn’t here.”
The Ancestor smiles as they leave, the last things the Twin Flames see is his face shift to that of a disgusting flesh monster’s.
“And I would love to learn from such a young mind as yourself. I hold the knowledge of pre catastrophe, and you hold the knowledge of this post-world.”
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m young. Well either way it took me a long time to get it perfect.” He takes another sip, his body shivering a bit.
“Heh. Everyone is young when you are the last of your generation.” Another drawn out sip. “I’m sent out for eons, for a quote on quote vile action, and when I finally return, the world isn’t different, but the people, creatures, and deities are.” A third sip. “I’d be surprised if your older then me.”
They raise the glass high. “HAHA! Quite delicious my young friend. You simply must tell me the recipe. Extinction is only temporary, as you know.” Another, slightly madder, chuckle.
The Twin Flames, their summoned creatures, and the Risen watch until they are sure they are sure they are safe, for now, before leaving and vanishing into the slowly dissipating smoke.
“Oh but of course. It took quite a long time to perfect the recipe. It takes a lot to get it how it is now.” He chuckles softly “I would love to show you myself but not right now, I still have to defend this place while he isn’t here.”
The Ancestor smiles as they leave, the last things the Twin Flames see is his face shift to that of a disgusting flesh monster’s.
“And I would love to learn from such a young mind as yourself. I hold the knowledge of pre catastrophe, and you hold the knowledge of this post-world.”
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m young. Well either way it took me a long time to get it perfect.” He takes another sip, his body shivering a bit.
“Heh. Everyone is young when you are the last of your generation.” Another drawn out sip. “I’m sent out for eons, for a quote on quote vile action, and when I finally return, the world isn’t different, but the people, creatures, and deities are.” A third sip. “I’d be surprised if your older then me.”
"Well it is a bit likely I'm older than you, although I don't look the part. It seems the addiction has started. It seems you'll have to visit me again, speaking of which I should build a home soon enough." He takes a long satisfied sip of his own.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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They see the march of the Altered, lead by the catboy Asuka, leading all the Altered citizens back to the city of peace.
I’m… not sure, as I am not humanoid myself…
Arsendir appears next to her. “Is everything ready, as it should be for his return?”
Yadathiel is seen in the sky, a mile away, its great steel wheels turning slowly as talons rip out of the ground and into the sky and its own hands reach out around it, grasping for nothingness.
“And I would love to learn from such a young mind as yourself. I hold the knowledge of pre catastrophe, and you hold the knowledge of this post-world.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Bah, doesn’t matter.”
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!”
*happy really does think he's the main villain doesn't he*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"not just yours. you may try to reduce casualties, but others do not. look at what the dragons did."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Absolutely not. But he knows he’s more relevant because Faltros is dead.*
"Yes. Everything is as it should be, unless we're going through with one of the elders' 'accidental' deaths so we can establish someone under our control to the gerontocracy."
The UNKNOWABLE lifts Itself from the Well of All Worlds and begins to approach Its counterpart slowly, Rifts dragging behind it like the train of some otherworldly gown.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m young. Well either way it took me a long time to get it perfect.” He takes another sip, his body shivering a bit.
“The dragons will return them to life. I know that they will. The causalities I cause will be fixed.”
“If we do, we better do it now before he gets back, explain it as he was injured in the fight and succumbed to his wounds afterwards, or something. Perhaps we elect a third elder on the spot to serve as an acting one until he gets back, then explain why he should continue to be one as he is a wise and intelligent leader?”
Yadathiel descends slowly, until it is about twenty feet from the ground at its outer ring. It’s core watches the Unknowable, unspeaking.
"Good idea. So how shall we do it? Should we leave a body for the people to mourn or say that the Altered took it, therefore increasing public anger towards them?"
"You are here." It whispers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Perhaps… that could work. Maybe once he died, one that had stayed behind for a few hours afterwards had devoured his corpse? And then, who should we elect as our next elder?”
it’s wheels slow to a halt.
“finally… I am here…”
Korzirak is still exploring, having entered the valley. It looks around, its kaiju sized footfalls not disrupting anything despite its massive size. The tarrasque opens its massive claw, revealing the Deathbloom inside. The Umbral Willow has returned to the Kingdom with it shortly before Volumdremaak's death, and now the Twilight King was here to continue to promise of revitalizing the land until someone else was worthy to take the artifact.
Talric and the rats continue with their drug induced festivities while Zeon watches on protectively (playing the sober friend).
"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 still believe that Ryphandin would make a worthy addition, but your suggestions are valued as well."
"So you are resolute in your decision to devour this world?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Crotalus’s voice is desert dry and it sounds like he speaks with a rattlesnake, scorpion, or buzzard for a tongue. His words are strengthened by a Texan accent.*
*I NEED Crotalus to say Howdy right this instant. My health will decline if I don't see it happen.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Heh. Everyone is young when you are the last of your generation.” Another drawn out sip. “I’m sent out for eons, for a quote on quote vile action, and when I finally return, the world isn’t different, but the people, creatures, and deities are.” A third sip. “I’d be surprised if your older then me.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Well it is a bit likely I'm older than you, although I don't look the part. It seems the addiction has started. It seems you'll have to visit me again, speaking of which I should build a home soon enough." He takes a long satisfied sip of his own.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo