“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
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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.
Orchid's attempts at alchemy are mostly consisting of using a mixture of water and plants crushed with a mortar and pestle. It's a rudimentary method, but the resulting products might have some effect- though, that might be due to their being handled by a nature Will rather than the technique employed.
Orchid sees Savut and excitedly heads over to her to show their teacher the fruits of their labor.
“So what are you working on? It looks to be coming along nicely.”
"Well," Orchid holds out several bottles and vials for Savut to see. "A lot of things, really. Some medicines, some poisons, some experiments that didn't work out like I hoped. How do they look?"
“They look excellent! You’ve made some intriguing discoveries here.” Savut gently takes a vial and holds it up to the light.
The vial contains mostly water, faintly colored by the mulched leaves and flower petals left to steep within. It glistens beautifully in the light.
"Thank you! If I may ask, what did you do to grow your power? You seem far stronger than I am now."
“Time. It’s all time. I’m rather old, and patience is the only way to grow your power. Or just make friends in high places and have them give you some of their strength.”
"That makes sense. I also heard of something called... the Order Mythos? What is that?" Orchid doesn't know much of the goings-on outside Savut's domain, mostly because they never left.
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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)
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithersiis to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
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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.
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithersiis to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
He rubs his chin in thought as he watches the beetles, before taking out a piece of paper and begins to write. If she looks at the paper she would see some profound haikus about the simple life in a village life this. Once he is finished he pockets the paper "This is a truly beautiful, if simply place. A home worth cherishing."
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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.
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
“Hm…I’m going to go check it out.” Rendy says with determination as he teleports over to the volcano and looks around.
The volcano is silent. No bubbling of lava. No hiss of steam. No whir of machinery. The top is sealed with a thick layer of solid obsidian
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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!”
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
“Hm…I’m going to go check it out.” Rendy says with determination as he teleports over to the volcano and looks around.
The volcano is silent. No bubbling of lava. No hiss of steam. No whir of machinery. The top is sealed with a thick layer of solid obsidian
The little Will looks for a place he can crawl into to get inside the volcano, his swampy form transforming into his fiery one.
None. Every crack and crevice has been filled in and completely sealed
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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.
Orchid's attempts at alchemy are mostly consisting of using a mixture of water and plants crushed with a mortar and pestle. It's a rudimentary method, but the resulting products might have some effect- though, that might be due to their being handled by a nature Will rather than the technique employed.
Orchid sees Savut and excitedly heads over to her to show their teacher the fruits of their labor.
“So what are you working on? It looks to be coming along nicely.”
"Well," Orchid holds out several bottles and vials for Savut to see. "A lot of things, really. Some medicines, some poisons, some experiments that didn't work out like I hoped. How do they look?"
“They look excellent! You’ve made some intriguing discoveries here.” Savut gently takes a vial and holds it up to the light.
The vial contains mostly water, faintly colored by the mulched leaves and flower petals left to steep within. It glistens beautifully in the light.
"Thank you! If I may ask, what did you do to grow your power? You seem far stronger than I am now."
“Time. It’s all time. I’m rather old, and patience is the only way to grow your power. Or just make friends in high places and have them give you some of their strength.”
"That makes sense. I also heard of something called... the Order Mythos? What is that?" Orchid doesn't know much of the goings-on outside Savut's domain, mostly because they never left.
“Ah yes, the Order Mythos. I am a member of it myself, as a matter of fact.”
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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.
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
“Hm…I’m going to go check it out.” Rendy says with determination as he teleports over to the volcano and looks around.
The volcano is silent. No bubbling of lava. No hiss of steam. No whir of machinery. The top is sealed with a thick layer of solid obsidian
The little Will looks for a place he can crawl into to get inside the volcano, his swampy form transforming into his fiery one.
None. Every crack and crevice has been filled in and completely sealed
Rendy think as he goes up to the Obsidian dome and uses his little mantis claw to knock on the obsidian dome. Despite his tiny size, the knock is powerful and makes a loud sound like a hammer hitting stone at full force. “Hello, mister Fire Man sir? Are you in there? Your Giants are worried about you”
Barbeau is outside of the Gut for the first time in a while and seems to be walking a man-sized pig, which snuffles at the ground like a tracking hound. Barbeau has a trowel in the hand not holding the pig's leash.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
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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.
"Really? What's it like? Who else is part of it?" Orchid is brimming with barely-contained excitement.
“It’s alright. Not a huge commitment… usually… but it certainly assures you plenty of protection from external threats. Aside from the founder Coginitius, there’s also the Snow Angel Sarahphym, though I’ve never actually met her.”
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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.
Barbeau is outside of the Gut for the first time in a while and seems to be walking a man-sized pig, which snuffles at the ground like a tracking hound. Barbeau has a trowel in the hand not holding the pig's leash.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
*I suggest a slight rules change: for level one wills be capable of creating monsters, like other leveled wills can*
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
Happy is silently judging Szerucharz, his arms crossed and his orange X-shaped sunglasses slightly down "Hmm, you don't know how to do this do you?"
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
“Hm…I’m going to go check it out.” Rendy says with determination as he teleports over to the volcano and looks around.
The volcano is silent. No bubbling of lava. No hiss of steam. No whir of machinery. The top is sealed with a thick layer of solid obsidian
The little Will looks for a place he can crawl into to get inside the volcano, his swampy form transforming into his fiery one.
None. Every crack and crevice has been filled in and completely sealed
Rendy think as he goes up to the Obsidian dome and uses his little mantis claw to knock on the obsidian dome. Despite his tiny size, the knock is powerful and makes a loud sound like a hammer hitting stone at full force. “Hello, mister Fire Man sir? Are you in there? Your Giants are worried about you”
No reply. Only the hollow echo of his knock
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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!”
Barbeau is outside of the Gut for the first time in a while and seems to be walking a man-sized pig, which snuffles at the ground like a tracking hound. Barbeau has a trowel in the hand not holding the pig's leash.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
*I suggest a slight rules change: for level one wills be capable of creating monsters, like other leveled wills can*
*Good idea. Added. Level 1 Wills can create creatures up to CR 5.*
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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.
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithersiis to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
He rubs his chin in thought as he watches the beetles, before taking out a piece of paper and begins to write. If she looks at the paper she would see some profound haikus about the simple life in a village life this. Once he is finished he pockets the paper "This is a truly beautiful, if simply place. A home worth cherishing."
“That’s exactly how I feel. I’m glad you appreciate it.”
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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.
Barbeau is outside of the Gut for the first time in a while and seems to be walking a man-sized pig, which snuffles at the ground like a tracking hound. Barbeau has a trowel in the hand not holding the pig's leash.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
*I suggest a slight rules change: for level one wills be capable of creating monsters, like other leveled wills can*
*They can. Always could create monsters.*
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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!”
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“Well that’s not good, has anyone checked his home?” Rendy asks as he looks towards the volcano.
Yep. Wasn’t there, and it went dormant, started sealing up the top.”
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!”
"That makes sense. I also heard of something called... the Order Mythos? What is that?" Orchid doesn't know much of the goings-on outside Savut's domain, mostly because they never left.
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)
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hm…I’m going to go check it out.” Rendy says with determination as he teleports over to the volcano and looks around.
He rubs his chin in thought as he watches the beetles, before taking out a piece of paper and begins to write. If she looks at the paper she would see some profound haikus about the simple life in a village life this. Once he is finished he pockets the paper "This is a truly beautiful, if simply place. A home worth cherishing."
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 volcano is silent. No bubbling of lava. No hiss of steam. No whir of machinery. The top is sealed with a thick layer of solid obsidian
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!”
The little Will looks for a place he can crawl into to get inside the volcano, his swampy form transforming into his fiery one.
None. Every crack and crevice has been filled in and completely sealed
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!”
“Ah yes, the Order Mythos. I am a member of it myself, as a matter of fact.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rendy think as he goes up to the Obsidian dome and uses his little mantis claw to knock on the obsidian dome. Despite his tiny size, the knock is powerful and makes a loud sound like a hammer hitting stone at full force. “Hello, mister Fire Man sir? Are you in there? Your Giants are worried about you”
*snippet for Savut and Orchid*
"Really? What's it like? Who else is part of it?" Orchid is brimming with barely-contained excitement.
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 am here now.*
Barbeau is outside of the Gut for the first time in a while and seems to be walking a man-sized pig, which snuffles at the ground like a tracking hound. Barbeau has a trowel in the hand not holding the pig's leash.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It’s alright. Not a huge commitment… usually… but it certainly assures you plenty of protection from external threats. Aside from the founder Coginitius, there’s also the Snow Angel Sarahphym, though I’ve never actually met her.”
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 suggest a slight rules change: for level one wills be capable of creating monsters, like other leveled wills can*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Happy is silently judging Szerucharz, his arms crossed and his orange X-shaped sunglasses slightly down "Hmm, you don't know how to do this do you?"
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
No reply. Only the hollow echo of his knock
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!”
*Good idea. Added. Level 1 Wills can create creatures up to CR 5.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That’s exactly how I feel. I’m glad you appreciate it.”
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 can. Always could create monsters.*
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!”