“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
Al would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.
For a moment they simply sit together, the silence filling the air as the moon turns crimson in the sky, a comforting sight despite it's commonly understood meaning. Eventually the Moon Presence speaks through his mind, its body shifting, flesh taking new place on its form "You have defeated a mighty foe, this is the beginning of a long journey to purge the Scourge."
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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.
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
Al would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.
For a moment they simply sit together, the silence filling the air as the moon turns crimson in the sky, a comforting sight despite it's commonly understood meaning. Eventually the Moon Presence speaks through his mind, its body shifting, flesh taking new place on its form "You have defeated a mighty foe, this is the beginning of a long journey to purge the Scourge."
“Hm….can you tell me more about this scourge…what exactly is is….how did it come to be?”
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
Al would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.
For a moment they simply sit together, the silence filling the air as the moon turns crimson in the sky, a comforting sight despite it's commonly understood meaning. Eventually the Moon Presence speaks through his mind, its body shifting, flesh taking new place on its form "You have defeated a mighty foe, this is the beginning of a long journey to purge the Scourge."
“Hm….can you tell me more about this scourge…what exactly is is….how did it come to be?”
"The scourge comes from the blasphemous use of the old blood. A cult of clerics first used the old blood, and you encountered the result of that. They are known as cleric beasts, and they are powerful for a beginning hunter like yourself." *Also I found this subclass for hunters if you want to take inspiration from it. https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/1325052-beast-hunter*
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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.
Sarahphym stands beside the body of Happy Chaos, quietly reflecting. After a while, snow begins to fall, to the point where it fully covers the corpse: As much as Sarah despised him, the least he deserves is a proper burial.
Orchid is eagerly experimenting with different types of plants and their alchemical properties, diluting very rudimentary oils, medicines, and poisons. Orchid's appearance has changed somewhat as well: The flowers and petals woven into their body have taken hues of blue and pink reminiscent to those found blooming along Savut's back and tail.
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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)
SIN and his gang have resurfaced after a long time. Having much higher numbers than when they were last seen.
Johnny is doing what he does best, which is wandering around aimlessly
The bubble has left the valley, having changed enough. Once wounded animals and people are now good as new, but others have gained similar ailments to those now fixed
The lord of fire has disappeared, his whereabouts unkown, but soon... Foreir will return...
The Artist has settled down in a mountain, surrounding themselves with unholy creations, as well as the (relatively) normal beings that are the changelings
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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!”
Sarahphym stands beside the body of Happy Chaos, quietly reflecting. After a while, snow begins to fall, to the point where it fully covers the corpse: As much as Sarah despised him, the least he deserves is a proper burial.
Orchid is eagerly experimenting with different types of plants and their alchemical properties, diluting very rudimentary oils, medicines, and poisons. Orchid's appearance has changed somewhat as well: The flowers and petals woven into their body have taken hues of blue and pink reminiscent to those found blooming along Savut's back and tail.
She hears a message from the afterlife in the voice of Happy Chaos, his last message to her that he made before fading into death, "Haha. Look's like my time is up snow queen. I hope things go well for you, because I'd rather not have to see you in the end one of these days."
They see Slayer there, not doing anything in particular, just talking with Savut, drinking wine, and enjoying life.
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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.
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
Al would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.
For a moment they simply sit together, the silence filling the air as the moon turns crimson in the sky, a comforting sight despite it's commonly understood meaning. Eventually the Moon Presence speaks through his mind, its body shifting, flesh taking new place on its form "You have defeated a mighty foe, this is the beginning of a long journey to purge the Scourge."
“Hm….can you tell me more about this scourge…what exactly is is….how did it come to be?”
"The scourge comes from the blasphemous use of the old blood. A cult of clerics first used the old blood, and you encountered the result of that. They are known as cleric beasts, and they are powerful for a beginning hunter like yourself." *Also I found this subclass for hunters if you want to take inspiration from it. https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/1325052-beast-hunter*
“A cult..? What Will do they serve?” Al asks.
*I’ll take a look at it. I’m also using the Bloodborne 5e supplement Himy posted earlier to make the character. Probably mix of warlock and something else.*
*I’ll take a look at it. I’m also using the Bloodborne 5e supplement Himy posted earlier to make the character. Probably mix of warlock and something else.*
"They do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
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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.
SIN and his gang have resurfaced after a long time. Having much higher numbers than when they were last seen.
Johnny is doing what he does best, which is wandering around aimlessly.
They see a giant wandering the land, an absolute colossus with a blade that would strike terror into any who would challenge them.
Slayer is doing the same, and encounters Johnny, a smirk crossing his face for just a moment in recognition.
“Huh. Big giant.”
He tips his hat “Been a while.”
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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!”
Sarahphym stands beside the body of Happy Chaos, quietly reflecting. After a while, snow begins to fall, to the point where it fully covers the corpse: As much as Sarah despised him, the least he deserves is a proper burial.
Orchid is eagerly experimenting with different types of plants and their alchemical properties, diluting very rudimentary oils, medicines, and poisons. Orchid's appearance has changed somewhat as well: The flowers and petals woven into their body have taken hues of blue and pink reminiscent to those found blooming along Savut's back and tail.
Savut watches from a distance with interest.
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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.
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
He smiles fully, his eyes holding the same smile on his face “Well that’s fun. So you are dedicated to helping people as well as make things more interesting for the world.” He continues to drink his wine, delighted in how this is going, he glances at the creature before placing a hand on it, softly pushing it back into the ground.
"They do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
“A Will-less cult? Well…that’s new….what do they hope to achieve though, this old blood just seems to turns people into mindless monsters? What is the point?” Al asks inquisitively.
"They do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
“A Will-less cult? Well…that’s new….what do they hope to achieve though, this old blood just seems to turns people into mindless monsters? What is the point?” Al asks inquisitively.
"They believe they can gain immortality through the old blood, and will sacrifice countless lives to obtain it. They shall shatter their own minds and become beasts to achieve such a goal."
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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.
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
He smiles fully, his eyes holding the same smile on his face “Well that’s fun. So you are dedicated to helping people as well as make things more interesting for the world.” He continues to drink his wine, delighted in how this is going, he glances at the creature before placing a hand on it, softly pushing it back into the ground.
*If you want to continue this.*
The pagidon emits a strangled cry as it returns to its earthy cradle. “Indeed, all I want to do is help people. Yet nobody seems to understand that.” Savut responds. “If one does not suffer, one shall not know peace nor joy. Without challenges, there would be no triumphs.”
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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 do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
“A Will-less cult? Well…that’s new….what do they hope to achieve though, this old blood just seems to turns people into mindless monsters? What is the point?” Al asks inquisitively.
"They believe they can gain immortality through the old blood, and will sacrifice countless lives to obtain it. They shall shatter their own minds and become beasts to achieve such a goal."
“They sound like fools then…so much wasted life….” Al says solemnly.
SIN and his gang have resurfaced after a long time. Having much higher numbers than when they were last seen.
Johnny is doing what he does best, which is wandering around aimlessly.
They see a giant wandering the land, an absolute colossus with a blade that would strike terror into any who would challenge them.
Slayer is doing the same, and encounters Johnny, a smirk crossing his face for just a moment in recognition.
“Huh. Big giant.”
He tips his hat “Been a while.”
He notices the words, turning down to them.
Slayer nods to him "Too long I'd say. How's it been Johnny?"
SIN leans back on his flag, unconcerned
“Not bad. Gotten much stronger, y’know?”
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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!”
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
He smiles fully, his eyes holding the same smile on his face “Well that’s fun. So you are dedicated to helping people as well as make things more interesting for the world.” He continues to drink his wine, delighted in how this is going, he glances at the creature before placing a hand on it, softly pushing it back into the ground.
*If you want to continue this.*
The pagidon emits a strangled cry as it returns to its earthy cradle. “Indeed, all I want to do is help people. Yet nobody seems to understand that.” Savut responds. “If one does not suffer, one shall not know peace nor joy. Without challenges, there would be no triumphs.”
His face fills with thought "You sound like someone I once knew, although I believe he is dead now. Have you heard of someone named Happy Chaos? Because I believe his ideals were similar to yours, although he went about them differently." He says before sighing "Either way, it doesn't matter now."
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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.
"They do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
“A Will-less cult? Well…that’s new….what do they hope to achieve though, this old blood just seems to turns people into mindless monsters? What is the point?” Al asks inquisitively.
"They believe they can gain immortality through the old blood, and will sacrifice countless lives to obtain it. They shall shatter their own minds and become beasts to achieve such a goal."
“They sound like fools then…so much wasted life….” Al says solemnly.
"They don't see wasted lives, they see progress to a goal they shall never reach." The Moon Presence says equally solemn.
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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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For a moment they simply sit together, the silence filling the air as the moon turns crimson in the sky, a comforting sight despite it's commonly understood meaning. Eventually the Moon Presence speaks through his mind, its body shifting, flesh taking new place on its form "You have defeated a mighty foe, this is the beginning of a long journey to purge the Scourge."
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
“Hm….can you tell me more about this scourge…what exactly is is….how did it come to be?”
"The scourge comes from the blasphemous use of the old blood. A cult of clerics first used the old blood, and you encountered the result of that. They are known as cleric beasts, and they are powerful for a beginning hunter like yourself." *Also I found this subclass for hunters if you want to take inspiration from it. https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/1325052-beast-hunter*
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
Sarahphym stands beside the body of Happy Chaos, quietly reflecting. After a while, snow begins to fall, to the point where it fully covers the corpse: As much as Sarah despised him, the least he deserves is a proper burial.
Orchid is eagerly experimenting with different types of plants and their alchemical properties, diluting very rudimentary oils, medicines, and poisons. Orchid's appearance has changed somewhat as well: The flowers and petals woven into their body have taken hues of blue and pink reminiscent to those found blooming along Savut's back and tail.
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)
SIN and his gang have resurfaced after a long time. Having much higher numbers than when they were last seen.
Johnny is doing what he does best, which is wandering around aimlessly
The bubble has left the valley, having changed enough. Once wounded animals and people are now good as new, but others have gained similar ailments to those now fixed
The lord of fire has disappeared, his whereabouts unkown, but soon... Foreir will return...
The Artist has settled down in a mountain, surrounding themselves with unholy creations, as well as the (relatively) normal beings that are the changelings
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!”
She hears a message from the afterlife in the voice of Happy Chaos, his last message to her that he made before fading into death, "Haha. Look's like my time is up snow queen. I hope things go well for you, because I'd rather not have to see you in the end one of these days."
They see Slayer there, not doing anything in particular, just talking with Savut, drinking wine, and enjoying life.
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
They see a giant wandering the land, an absolute colossus with a blade that would strike terror into any who would challenge them.
Slayer is doing the same, and encounters Johnny, a smirk crossing his face for just a moment in recognition.
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
“A cult..? What Will do they serve?” Al asks.
*I’ll take a look at it. I’m also using the Bloodborne 5e supplement Himy posted earlier to make the character. Probably mix of warlock and something else.*
"They do not serve a will, just themselves and the old blood." They say with a sigh. *I'm also checking that out too.*
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
“Huh. Big giant.”
He tips his hat “Been a while.”
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!”
Savut watches from a distance with interest.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He notices the words, turning down to them.
Slayer nods to him "Too long I'd say. How's it been Johnny?"
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
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
“A Will-less cult? Well…that’s new….what do they hope to achieve though, this old blood just seems to turns people into mindless monsters? What is the point?” Al asks inquisitively.
"They believe they can gain immortality through the old blood, and will sacrifice countless lives to obtain it. They shall shatter their own minds and become beasts to achieve such a goal."
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
The pagidon emits a strangled cry as it returns to its earthy cradle. “Indeed, all I want to do is help people. Yet nobody seems to understand that.” Savut responds. “If one does not suffer, one shall not know peace nor joy. Without challenges, there would be no triumphs.”
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 sound like fools then…so much wasted life….” Al says solemnly.
SIN leans back on his flag, unconcerned
“Not bad. Gotten much stronger, y’know?”
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!”
His face fills with thought "You sound like someone I once knew, although I believe he is dead now. Have you heard of someone named Happy Chaos? Because I believe his ideals were similar to yours, although he went about them differently." He says before sighing "Either way, it doesn't matter now."
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
"They don't see wasted lives, they see progress to a goal they shall never reach." The Moon Presence says equally solemn.
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