*Does anyone want to rp with me? Or just talk? Or have any form of interaction?*
*So... who's your favorite Bloodborne boss?*
*Hmm. Amygdala, Gehrman, or the Moon Presence probably.*
*I have to go with Orphan of Kos. He's very precious to me, deep down. Ludwig the Accursed is a second though (his second phase seems somehow less memorable to me).*
*I have a deep seated hatred for Orphan of Kos, and a deep seated love for Ludwig the Accursed. Ludwig is the only souls character other than the main character to use the moonlight greatsword.*
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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.
*Does anyone want to rp with me? Or just talk? Or have any form of interaction?*
*So... who's your favorite Bloodborne boss?*
*Hmm. Amygdala, Gehrman, or the Moon Presence probably.*
*I have to go with Orphan of Kos. He's very precious to me, deep down. Ludwig the Accursed is a second though (his second phase seems somehow less memorable to me).*
*I have a deep seated hatred for Orphan of Kos, and a deep seated love for Ludwig the Accursed. Ludwig is the only souls character other than the main character to use the moonlight greatsword.*
*I feel like the Orphan and I were on the same wavelength the entire fight. We both respected and hated each other, and we were both screaming and crying the entire fight.*
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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.
*Does anyone want to rp with me? Or just talk? Or have any form of interaction?*
*So... who's your favorite Bloodborne boss?*
*Hmm. Amygdala, Gehrman, or the Moon Presence probably.*
*I have to go with Orphan of Kos. He's very precious to me, deep down. Ludwig the Accursed is a second though (his second phase seems somehow less memorable to me).*
*I have a deep seated hatred for Orphan of Kos, and a deep seated love for Ludwig the Accursed. Ludwig is the only souls character other than the main character to use the moonlight greatsword.*
*I feel like the Orphan and I were on the same wavelength the entire fight. We both respected and hated each other, and we were both screaming and crying the entire fight.*
*The Orphan of Kos is something I hate because of how I approach boss fights. When I go into a boss fight I plan to win, but I'm going to treat them with the respect they deserve. Orphan not only beats me into the dirt without remorse, they also don't fight like someone who wants to beat you fair. Not hating on your love btw, just my opinion of the boss.*
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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.
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
“That’s certainly true.”
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
“Perhaps I’ve just become a less hostile person now that the war’s calmed down and I’m not managing the largest city in the world.” Savut turns and heads north, beckoning for Slayer to follow her.
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows, moving with casually steps "Perhaps, yet unlikely. People are capable of change, as well as wills, but when you are nearly all powerful you don't see the need to change. Perhaps though I am wrong in this case."
“That’s a fair point to make, but I certainly hope you are wrong about me.” She leads him to a small sunlit glade surrounded by trees where dozens of sun herons are roosting. Their flecked feathers shimmer in the light, and they occasionally snap down and grab an eel from the shallows. “These birds are the first living creatures I ever created that had never been seen in this world before. They’re my favorites.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
Xezithic lets out a bellowing whale cry in greeting as it descends further. The Aboleth seems prepared to dive into the ocean.
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
Xezithic lets out a bellowing whale cry in greeting as it descends further. The Aboleth seems prepared to dive into the ocean.
Tizhorram raises its head from the waters, its deep blue eyes focused on Xezithic.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
Xezithic lets out a bellowing whale cry in greeting as it descends further. The Aboleth seems prepared to dive into the ocean.
Tizhorram raises its head from the waters, its deep blue eyes focused on Xezithic.
The many aberrant eyes turn to look at Tizhorram, before it speaks, it’s voice booming out, more felt then heard. “You are the first being I have met who resides in these waters. Who might you be?”
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
Xezithic lets out a bellowing whale cry in greeting as it descends further. The Aboleth seems prepared to dive into the ocean.
Tizhorram raises its head from the waters, its deep blue eyes focused on Xezithic.
The many aberrant eyes turn to look at Tizhorram, before it speaks, it’s voice booming out, more felt then heard. “You are the first being I have met who resides in these waters. Who might you be?”
“I?” It growls, the mouths around its neck speaking in unison to give its voice a cacophonous harmony. “I am that which dwells beneath and beyond your horizon. Everything that neither light nor sky has touched will obey me.”
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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?” It growls, the mouths around its neck speaking in unison to give its voice a cacophonous harmony. “I am that which dwells beneath and beyond your horizon. Everything that neither light nor sky has touched will obey me.”
“I understand, I sense the familiar pool of power tied to the domain of water. So you have laid claim to the darken depths.” The Aboleth muses as he glides close to the water’s surface, his primordial storm aura mixing with the water below to form seater spouts and heavy storms, though neither would cause any harm to Tizhorram
“I?” It growls, the mouths around its neck speaking in unison to give its voice a cacophonous harmony. “I am that which dwells beneath and beyond your horizon. Everything that neither light nor sky has touched will obey me.”
“I understand, I sense the familiar pool of power tied to the domain of water. So you have laid claim to the darken depths.” The Aboleth muses as he glides close to the water’s surface, his primordial storm aura mixing with the water below to form seater spouts and heavy storms, though neither would cause any harm to Tizhorram
“Verily. And you have laid claim to this power beforehand?” It grumbles.
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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?” It growls, the mouths around its neck speaking in unison to give its voice a cacophonous harmony. “I am that which dwells beneath and beyond your horizon. Everything that neither light nor sky has touched will obey me.”
“I understand, I sense the familiar pool of power tied to the domain of water. So you have laid claim to the darken depths.” The Aboleth muses as he glides close to the water’s surface, his primordial storm aura mixing with the water below to form seater spouts and heavy storms, though neither would cause any harm to Tizhorram
“Verily. And you have laid claim to this power beforehand?” It grumbles.
“No, the ocean was not my creation, and as such is not mine to claim. I simply represent the fundamental nature of water, along with the other elements that make up the building blocks of this and all planes. The primordial churning of the elemental chaos.”
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
“That’s certainly true.”
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
“Perhaps I’ve just become a less hostile person now that the war’s calmed down and I’m not managing the largest city in the world.” Savut turns and heads north, beckoning for Slayer to follow her.
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows, moving with casually steps "Perhaps, yet unlikely. People are capable of change, as well as wills, but when you are nearly all powerful you don't see the need to change. Perhaps though I am wrong in this case."
“That’s a fair point to make, but I certainly hope you are wrong about me.” She leads him to a small sunlit glade surrounded by trees where dozens of sun herons are roosting. Their flecked feathers shimmer in the light, and they occasionally snap down and grab an eel from the shallows. “These birds are the first living creatures I ever created that had never been seen in this world before. They’re my favorites.”
He grabs one out of the air, calming it down as it squawks. He eventually calms it and puts it on his arm, and it rests there “I enjoy birds, truly good creatures, noble. Although I am one who prefers bats over them myself, I wonder why that is.” He says the last part sarcastically. He looks at the eel “Hmm, I wonder if there is anything worth eating here.”
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*I have a deep seated hatred for Orphan of Kos, and a deep seated love for Ludwig the Accursed. Ludwig is the only souls character other than the main character to use the moonlight greatsword.*
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 feel like the Orphan and I were on the same wavelength the entire fight. We both respected and hated each other, and we were both screaming and crying the entire fight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The Orphan of Kos is something I hate because of how I approach boss fights. When I go into a boss fight I plan to win, but I'm going to treat them with the respect they deserve. Orphan not only beats me into the dirt without remorse, they also don't fight like someone who wants to beat you fair. Not hating on your love btw, just my opinion of the boss.*
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
Korzirak is keeping watch over the Kingdom of Concordia along with his 4 Skull Aspects.
Xezithic is traversing the sky, while it’s aspects are exploring.
Many couatl have been helping the humans rebuild after the Altered event, gifting them wisdom and knowledge to help improve their lives.
Rendy is traveling, looking for more friends to meet.
Leonardo is hanging out with Snuffles and keeping an eye on him as they collect truffles.
*I would rp, but I think I have any characters that could, and I might just take a break for a few hours.*
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
*That’s all good*
“That’s a fair point to make, but I certainly hope you are wrong about me.” She leads him to a small sunlit glade surrounded by trees where dozens of sun herons are roosting. Their flecked feathers shimmer in the light, and they occasionally snap down and grab an eel from the shallows. “These birds are the first living creatures I ever created that had never been seen in this world before. They’re my favorites.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*other folks*
Balatro has returned to his camp with the few devils and skeletons still there.
Rulundra has been thinking about a way to combine violence and gambling.
Tizhorram has reached the shore. Mercury is building on the beach.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dinner is over :(*
*Thy mortal flesh must suffice for now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Primordial Aboleth is gliding near the shore when it notices the Mercury on the beach and in the water. Curiously, it begins to slowly descend down towards the shore.
*ye, but only with chansth, and as soon as we can determine how to do the ability scores for pillar men*
chansth is sleeping in a cavern
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The Deep Serpent is just below the surface of the water, its mantle of heads gnawing at the water while mercury boils on the surface of the sea.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Xezithic lets out a bellowing whale cry in greeting as it descends further. The Aboleth seems prepared to dive into the ocean.
Tizhorram raises its head from the waters, its deep blue eyes focused on Xezithic.
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 many aberrant eyes turn to look at Tizhorram, before it speaks, it’s voice booming out, more felt then heard. “You are the first being I have met who resides in these waters. Who might you be?”
“I?” It growls, the mouths around its neck speaking in unison to give its voice a cacophonous harmony. “I am that which dwells beneath and beyond your horizon. Everything that neither light nor sky has touched will obey me.”
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 understand, I sense the familiar pool of power tied to the domain of water. So you have laid claim to the darken depths.” The Aboleth muses as he glides close to the water’s surface, his primordial storm aura mixing with the water below to form seater spouts and heavy storms, though neither would cause any harm to Tizhorram
“Verily. And you have laid claim to this power beforehand?” It grumbles.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No, the ocean was not my creation, and as such is not mine to claim. I simply represent the fundamental nature of water, along with the other elements that make up the building blocks of this and all planes. The primordial churning of the elemental chaos.”
He grabs one out of the air, calming it down as it squawks. He eventually calms it and puts it on his arm, and it rests there “I enjoy birds, truly good creatures, noble. Although I am one who prefers bats over them myself, I wonder why that is.” He says the last part sarcastically. He looks at the eel “Hmm, I wonder if there is anything worth eating here.”