“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.”
"Like I said, I've lived for a long time, I can appreciate the simply things. I'm happy we can agree on that."
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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.
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?"
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
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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.
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.*
*thanks. didnt expect that high a cr, but it fits with the progression.*
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.
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
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?"
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
"Of course you did, and trust me, I don't think you're a major threat." He walks over "You're handling this all wrong, you need a captivating antagonist."
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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.
"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.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
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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.
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.”
"Like I said, I've lived for a long time, I can appreciate the simply things. I'm happy we can agree on that."
*I do indeed wonder if Slayer knows that Savut is just gonna steal every bit of his power and kill him*
Savut then begins heading southwest, and eventually reaches the mouth of the Heron Brook, the tributary of the River of Herionidius that feeds the Twilit Swamp. Several small merchant ships and plenty of canoes are drifting about and docking here. Barrels of preserved fish, native fruits, and handcrafted weapons and tools are being loaded on the ships, and nets are being cast onto the wider waters. Sun herons swoop back and forth over the dock.
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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.
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
"Yes." The pig begins to dig into the ground, at which point Barbeau gently pushes it aside and starts digging himself. He then pulls out a strange object, looking like a black, scaled lump. It emits a strong, earthy smell. "Found one. Still need to know if it's good." He stands up straight as a long arm reaches out of the Gut and places down a picnic table with a tablecloth and attached chairs. "You hungry?"
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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.
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?"
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
"Of course you did, and trust me, I don't think you're a major threat." He walks over "You're handling this all wrong, you need a captivating antagonist."
"I have plenty of stories. I just need a good location. And materials. I don't know. Maybe you're right, but it's too early to tell at the moment."
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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.
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.
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
"Yes." The pig begins to dig into the ground, at which point Barbeau gently pushes it aside and starts digging himself. He then pulls out a strange object, looking like a black, scaled lump. It emits a strong, earthy smell. "Found one. Still need to know if it's good." He stands up straight as a long arm reaches out of the Gut and places down a picnic table with a tablecloth and attached chairs. "You hungry?"
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
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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!”
"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.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
"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.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
“The concerned Wills must merely make a mental oath binding them to the other.”
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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.
"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.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
“The concerned Wills must merely make a mental oath binding them to the other.”
"So it's that simple... interesting. I still have a lot to learn..." Orchid pauses for a moment, thinking about something. "Speaking of which. is there anything I can help with? Any godly business that could use an assistant?"
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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)
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.
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
"Yes." The pig begins to dig into the ground, at which point Barbeau gently pushes it aside and starts digging himself. He then pulls out a strange object, looking like a black, scaled lump. It emits a strong, earthy smell. "Found one. Still need to know if it's good." He stands up straight as a long arm reaches out of the Gut and places down a picnic table with a tablecloth and attached chairs. "You hungry?"
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
The chef snaps his fingers and another mechanical arm places down a plate of some sort of small, round pasta in a thick, creamy sauce. He examines the plate closely as he conjures water to clean the black thing he found before he pulls out his speaker. "Thank you, Chef Mizerate, this will do nicely." Then, with tremendous fanfare, pulls out a square piece of metal with a wooden handle and an opening in the middle with a wavy blade on one edge. He then begins to use the tool to shave slices off of the object he pulled out of the ground, revealing the scaly marbling within. The slices fall onto the pasta liberally. There is no blood of any kind, but the earthy smell grows stronger.
"Please, tell me what you think." Barbeau pulls out the chair for Leonardo and bows.
*time to intro my brand new will, and the reason I made the request.*
In the deepest caverns of the earth, something lurks. Only glimpses of it can be seen in the darkness. A patch of scales here, a barbed tongue there, an eye somewhere else. A horrible slimy sound arises. From its toothless maw spills a glistening mass. An ochre jelly. The first ooze. This is Chansth, Flesh Domain Lawful Evil Great One of Slime, Acid, Poison, Blood, and Cleanliness.
"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.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
“The concerned Wills must merely make a mental oath binding them to the other.”
"So it's that simple... interesting. I still have a lot to learn..." Orchid pauses for a moment, thinking about something. "Speaking of which. is there anything I can help with? Any godly business that could use an assistant?"
“No, not really… As of right now, I’ve just been managing affairs 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.
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.
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
"Yes." The pig begins to dig into the ground, at which point Barbeau gently pushes it aside and starts digging himself. He then pulls out a strange object, looking like a black, scaled lump. It emits a strong, earthy smell. "Found one. Still need to know if it's good." He stands up straight as a long arm reaches out of the Gut and places down a picnic table with a tablecloth and attached chairs. "You hungry?"
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
The chef snaps his fingers and another mechanical arm places down a plate of some sort of small, round pasta in a thick, creamy sauce. He examines the plate closely as he conjures water to clean the black thing he found before he pulls out his speaker. "Thank you, Chef Mizerate, this will do nicely." Then, with tremendous fanfare, pulls out a square piece of metal with a wooden handle and an opening in the middle with a wavy blade on one edge. He then begins to use the tool to shave slices off of the object he pulled out of the ground, revealing the scaly marbling within. The slices fall onto the pasta liberally. There is no blood of any kind, but the earthy smell grows stronger.
"Please, tell me what you think." Barbeau pulls out the chair for Leonardo and bows.
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a sit. He would go and take a bit of the pasta.
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"Like I said, I've lived for a long time, I can appreciate the simply things. I'm happy we can agree on that."
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
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
*thanks. didnt expect that high a cr, but it fits with the progression.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Leonardo, still behaving like a normal mortal despite his divine nature, is watching Barbeau, a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the Will. “Are you looking for something?”
*not the level 1s*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Of course you did, and trust me, I don't think you're a major threat." He walks over "You're handling this all wrong, you need a captivating antagonist."
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
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
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 do indeed wonder if Slayer knows that Savut is just gonna steal every bit of his power and kill him*
Savut then begins heading southwest, and eventually reaches the mouth of the Heron Brook, the tributary of the River of Herionidius that feeds the Twilit Swamp. Several small merchant ships and plenty of canoes are drifting about and docking here. Barrels of preserved fish, native fruits, and handcrafted weapons and tools are being loaded on the ships, and nets are being cast onto the wider waters. Sun herons swoop back and forth over the dock.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes." The pig begins to dig into the ground, at which point Barbeau gently pushes it aside and starts digging himself. He then pulls out a strange object, looking like a black, scaled lump. It emits a strong, earthy smell. "Found one. Still need to know if it's good." He stands up straight as a long arm reaches out of the Gut and places down a picnic table with a tablecloth and attached chairs. "You hungry?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I have plenty of stories. I just need a good location. And materials. I don't know. Maybe you're right, but it's too early to tell at the moment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
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 concerned Wills must merely make a mental oath binding them to the other.”
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 tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
"So it's that simple... interesting. I still have a lot to learn..." Orchid pauses for a moment, thinking about something. "Speaking of which. is there anything I can help with? Any godly business that could use an assistant?"
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)
The chef snaps his fingers and another mechanical arm places down a plate of some sort of small, round pasta in a thick, creamy sauce. He examines the plate closely as he conjures water to clean the black thing he found before he pulls out his speaker. "Thank you, Chef Mizerate, this will do nicely." Then, with tremendous fanfare, pulls out a square piece of metal with a wooden handle and an opening in the middle with a wavy blade on one edge. He then begins to use the tool to shave slices off of the object he pulled out of the ground, revealing the scaly marbling within. The slices fall onto the pasta liberally. There is no blood of any kind, but the earthy smell grows stronger.
"Please, tell me what you think." Barbeau pulls out the chair for Leonardo and bows.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*time to intro my brand new will, and the reason I made the request.*
In the deepest caverns of the earth, something lurks. Only glimpses of it can be seen in the darkness. A patch of scales here, a barbed tongue there, an eye somewhere else. A horrible slimy sound arises. From its toothless maw spills a glistening mass. An ochre jelly. The first ooze. This is Chansth, Flesh Domain Lawful Evil Great One of Slime, Acid, Poison, Blood, and Cleanliness.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“No, not really… As of right now, I’ve just been managing affairs 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.
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a sit. He would go and take a bit of the pasta.