Some of the Derendians have reached the City of Order, drawn to the rebuilding and seeing a possibility to be helpful. A few have begun to assimilate with a few humans that suffered bad injuries during the attack against the Altered, and have begun to heal them, scars, burns, missing limbs and other bodily damages are fully healed as if they never happened.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
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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.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
*oh it’s gonna go down now. who will win, the apocalyptic living universe that seeks to give birth to the next world or the ancient butcher of all gods? this is gonna be fun*
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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.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
*oh it’s gonna go down now. who will win, the apocalyptic living universe that seeks to give birth to the next world or the ancient butcher of all gods? this is gonna be fun*
*Fun fact that probably holds little bearing here: Szerucharz is technically his own living universe as well! A dark and cold one, devoid of food or love or light or hope. It was abandoned by its twisted gods long before it became sapient, and so Szerucharz harbors a deep resentment toward those who neglect or abuse their creations.*
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
*oh it’s gonna go down now. who will win, the apocalyptic living universe that seeks to give birth to the next world or the ancient butcher of all gods? this is gonna be fun*
*Fun fact that probably holds little bearing here: Szerucharz is technically his own living universe as well! A dark and cold one, devoid of food or love or light or hope. It was abandoned by its twisted gods long before it became sapient, and so Szerucharz harbors a deep resentment toward those who neglect or abuse their creations.*
*Whoa I didn’t know that, that’s cool.*
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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.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
okhmus walks up and roars.
"HELLO, SIR."
The enormous figure looks down a bit, and is a bit surprised by Okhmus's appearance. "Oh! Hello there! Where'd you come from?"
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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.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
okhmus walks up and roars.
"HELLO, SIR."
The enormous figure looks down a bit, and is a bit surprised by Okhmus's appearance. "Oh! Hello there! Where'd you come from?"
"OVER THERE."
he nods towards an endless stretch of jungle behind him going as far back as the eye can see.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
okhmus walks up and roars.
"HELLO, SIR."
The enormous figure looks down a bit, and is a bit surprised by Okhmus's appearance. "Oh! Hello there! Where'd you come from?"
"OVER THERE."
he nods towards an endless stretch of jungle behind him going as far back as the eye can see.
"Ooh! Looks nice! Life is pretty rare where I'm from. It's quite exciting to see so much of it!"
The mountain-sized Great One glances around. "Do you own that land? I know there's a specific word for that type of land, but I can't remember it."
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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.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
okhmus walks up and roars.
"HELLO, SIR."
The enormous figure looks down a bit, and is a bit surprised by Okhmus's appearance. "Oh! Hello there! Where'd you come from?"
"OVER THERE."
he nods towards an endless stretch of jungle behind him going as far back as the eye can see.
"Ooh! Looks nice! Life is pretty rare where I'm from. It's quite exciting to see so much of it!"
The mountain-sized Great One glances around. "Do you own that land? I know there's a specific word for that type of land, but I can't remember it."
"THE WORD YOURE LOOKING FOR IS EITHER PROPERTY OR JUNGLE, AND NO, I JUST ADDED THE LIFE"
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
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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.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
"Every one of them? Incredible!" Orchid looks out at the surrounding forest and wetlands, in awe of its beauty."I can see why you're so comfortable here, being surrounded by all this beautiful lush growth..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
"Every one of them? Incredible!" Orchid looks out at the surrounding forest and wetlands, in awe of its beauty."I can see why you're so comfortable here, being surrounded by all this beautiful lush growth..."
“…Yes. However, I suppose the way in which I went about finding a place in this world was a bit different than others might have done… in my youth, I sought to acquire worshippers and allies among mortals, but wound up making myself a rival in the process. Sadly, I’ve dealt with conflict often in my life.”
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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.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
"Every one of them? Incredible!" Orchid looks out at the surrounding forest and wetlands, in awe of its beauty."I can see why you're so comfortable here, being surrounded by all this beautiful lush growth..."
“…Yes. However, I suppose the way in which I went about finding a place in this world was a bit different than others might have done… in my youth, I sought to acquire worshippers and allies among mortals, but wound up making myself a rival in the process. Sadly, I’ve dealt with conflict often in my life.”
"Hmm... I guess there are some Wills that aren't so friendly. It's a good thing you're the first one I met. It probably would have been really bad for me if I found a stronger Will that wasn't as nice as you." It's very apparent that Orchid doesn't know whether Savut has any ulterior motive- the thought never once crossed their mind.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
"Every one of them? Incredible!" Orchid looks out at the surrounding forest and wetlands, in awe of its beauty."I can see why you're so comfortable here, being surrounded by all this beautiful lush growth..."
“…Yes. However, I suppose the way in which I went about finding a place in this world was a bit different than others might have done… in my youth, I sought to acquire worshippers and allies among mortals, but wound up making myself a rival in the process. Sadly, I’ve dealt with conflict often in my life.”
"Hmm... I suppose there are some Wills that aren't so friendly. It's a good thing you're the first one I met. It probably would have been really bad for me if I found a stronger Will that wasn't as nice as you." It's very apparent that Orchid doesn't know whether Savut has any ulterior motive- the thought never once crossed their mind.
“Yes indeed. Now, if you like, you can stay in Vespart and I will gladly help you in any way you need. Though if you wish to see more of the world and meet others of our kind, I can give you some directions and advice.”
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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.
Some of the Derendians have reached the City of Order, drawn to the rebuilding and seeing a possibility to be helpful. A few have begun to assimilate with a few humans that suffered bad injuries during the attack against the Altered, and have begun to heal them, scars, burns, missing limbs and other bodily damages are fully healed as if they never happened.
A massive pigsplitter blade the size of a mountain bursts through the earth. "My prize, my morsel... someone has taken Faltros from me. He is not to walk this earth again! Who knows what he may do! But whosoever has stolen Faltros from my hell, my Darkest Kitchen... you left the damn door open."
Szerucharz's gloved hand shatters a massive swathe of land as the rest of his weapon is pushed through. He rises to the surface, dressed in his crudely stitched godskin finery. Four mismatched eyes scour the land. The Godeater has risen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh it’s gonna go down now. who will win, the apocalyptic living universe that seeks to give birth to the next world or the ancient butcher of all gods? this is gonna be fun*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
okhmus walks up and roars.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Fun fact that probably holds little bearing here: Szerucharz is technically his own living universe as well! A dark and cold one, devoid of food or love or light or hope. It was abandoned by its twisted gods long before it became sapient, and so Szerucharz harbors a deep resentment toward those who neglect or abuse their creations.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Whoa I didn’t know that, that’s cool.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The enormous figure looks down a bit, and is a bit surprised by Okhmus's appearance. "Oh! Hello there! Where'd you come from?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
he nods towards an endless stretch of jungle behind him going as far back as the eye can see.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Ooh! Looks nice! Life is pretty rare where I'm from. It's quite exciting to see so much of it!"
The mountain-sized Great One glances around. "Do you own that land? I know there's a specific word for that type of land, but I can't remember it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*is it ok if I split tempors true artifact into multiple parts, each giving part of the benefit?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*It's hard to cut quote chains with that formatting.*
"I see. Have you taken good care of the life that grows there?"
*Also, it's dinner time for me! Yay! (I love dinner)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Well, I came into being when the first swamp formed from a tributary of the River of Herionidius, and I eventually started to cultivate all the things that now live and die within swamps. I created these plants, animals, and other creatures in the image of what I discern to be beautiful. That’s why I only really feel at peace when I’m here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Every one of them? Incredible!" Orchid looks out at the surrounding forest and wetlands, in awe of its beauty. "I can see why you're so comfortable here, being surrounded by all this beautiful lush growth..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Anybody want to rp.*
“…Yes. However, I suppose the way in which I went about finding a place in this world was a bit different than others might have done… in my youth, I sought to acquire worshippers and allies among mortals, but wound up making myself a rival in the process. Sadly, I’ve dealt with conflict often in my life.”
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... I guess there are some Wills that aren't so friendly. It's a good thing you're the first one I met. It probably would have been really bad for me if I found a stronger Will that wasn't as nice as you." It's very apparent that Orchid doesn't know whether Savut has any ulterior motive- the thought never once crossed their mind.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Yes indeed. Now, if you like, you can stay in Vespart and I will gladly help you in any way you need. Though if you wish to see more of the world and meet others of our kind, I can give you some directions and advice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anyone? Please? Pretty please?*