Sarah is still at the T.O.M., looking around for anything of interest. They take one book off of its shelf, frost spreading across its covers, and begin reading.
Orchid has discovered the Fount, and is intrigued. They look down at the blood, sensing an odd energy to the place.
Savut slowly rises to the surface of the water, eyes still closed.
Orchid is looking around the room, curiously examining the chamber for something of note. They do not notice Savut.
Savut opens her eyes and sees Orchid. Smiling, she quickly lifts herself out of the Fount and onto its banks. “Hello!”
Orchid turns to see Savut. "Hi! What is this place? It looks important."
“It is. This is the Fount, where I combine the plagues I create with the mystic waters of the pool to allow organisms to radically change. This is how I create most of my most beloved creatures.”
Orchid looks down at the water with interest... "Cool! What were you doing inside of there? Changing yourself as well?"
“No, just thinking. It’s one of the few places around here that guarantees me full peace and quiet.”
"That makes sense. What are the creatures you made here?" Savut can notice that Orchid looks a little different than they did before. Some of their foliage has begun growing orange thorns about an inch long, and the plants composing their clothing have settled in a deeper emerald shade of green.
“Well, mostly the savotra, but also the rippers. They’re large mosquito-like creatures that serve as aerial cavalry mounts. You might see a few in the skies near dusk over Vespart.”
"That sounds awesome! I'll keep an eye out for them." Orchid begins thinking about it for a second, and then has another thought.
"The Fount rapidly changes normal creatures, right? What would happen to a Will? Or would it just have no effect?"
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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)
Sarah is still at the T.O.M., looking around for anything of interest. They take one book off of its shelf, frost spreading across its covers, and begin reading.
Orchid has discovered the Fount, and is intrigued. They look down at the blood, sensing an odd energy to the place.
Savut slowly rises to the surface of the water, eyes still closed.
Orchid is looking around the room, curiously examining the chamber for something of note. They do not notice Savut.
Savut opens her eyes and sees Orchid. Smiling, she quickly lifts herself out of the Fount and onto its banks. “Hello!”
Orchid turns to see Savut. "Hi! What is this place? It looks important."
“It is. This is the Fount, where I combine the plagues I create with the mystic waters of the pool to allow organisms to radically change. This is how I create most of my most beloved creatures.”
Orchid looks down at the water with interest... "Cool! What were you doing inside of there? Changing yourself as well?"
“No, just thinking. It’s one of the few places around here that guarantees me full peace and quiet.”
"That makes sense. What are the creatures you made here?" Savut can notice that Orchid looks a little different than they did before. Some of their foliage has begun growing orange thorns about an inch long, and the plants composing their clothing have settled in a deeper emerald shade of green.
“Well, mostly the savotra, but also the rippers. They’re large mosquito-like creatures that serve as aerial cavalry mounts. You might see a few in the skies near dusk over Vespart.”
"That sounds awesome! I'll keep an eye out for them." Orchid begins thinking about it for a second, and then has another thought.
"The Fount rapidly changes normal creatures, right? What would happen to a Will? Or would it just have no effect?"
“It doesn’t have any effect, at least to my knowledge. After all, the Fount only prompts the transformation by ‘activating’ the specific strain of magical disease engineered for the species of the creature that undergoes change.”
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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.
Sarah is still at the T.O.M., looking around for anything of interest. They take one book off of its shelf, frost spreading across its covers, and begin reading.
Orchid has discovered the Fount, and is intrigued. They look down at the blood, sensing an odd energy to the place.
Savut slowly rises to the surface of the water, eyes still closed.
Orchid is looking around the room, curiously examining the chamber for something of note. They do not notice Savut.
Savut opens her eyes and sees Orchid. Smiling, she quickly lifts herself out of the Fount and onto its banks. “Hello!”
Orchid turns to see Savut. "Hi! What is this place? It looks important."
“It is. This is the Fount, where I combine the plagues I create with the mystic waters of the pool to allow organisms to radically change. This is how I create most of my most beloved creatures.”
Orchid looks down at the water with interest... "Cool! What were you doing inside of there? Changing yourself as well?"
“No, just thinking. It’s one of the few places around here that guarantees me full peace and quiet.”
"That makes sense. What are the creatures you made here?" Savut can notice that Orchid looks a little different than they did before. Some of their foliage has begun growing orange thorns about an inch long, and the plants composing their clothing have settled in a deeper emerald shade of green.
“Well, mostly the savotra, but also the rippers. They’re large mosquito-like creatures that serve as aerial cavalry mounts. You might see a few in the skies near dusk over Vespart.”
"That sounds awesome! I'll keep an eye out for them." Orchid begins thinking about it for a second, and then has another thought.
"The Fount rapidly changes normal creatures, right? What would happen to a Will? Or would it just have no effect?"
“It doesn’t have any effect, at least to my knowledge. After all, the Fount only prompts the transformation by ‘activating’ the specific strain of magical disease engineered for the species of the creature that undergoes change.”
"Interesting..." Internally, Orchid is pondering about the workings of the Fount. They look back at the pool with curiosity- and perhaps even eagerness.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*i got a new char on auttumn! He's inspired by Irish folklore*
*i don't have any chars here, just lurking, but if anyone had time you could check grim out on the autumn forest*
*just here. Im sick so ill be here all day really*
*i’ve been thinking about making a character on there for a while, might do so soon*
*yay that would be sick! If you can find a way to make them dead or undead, that would allow some cool things to happen*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Sarah is still at the T.O.M., looking around for anything of interest. They take one book off of its shelf, frost spreading across its covers, and begin reading.
Orchid has discovered the Fount, and is intrigued. They look down at the blood, sensing an odd energy to the place.
Savut slowly rises to the surface of the water, eyes still closed.
Orchid is looking around the room, curiously examining the chamber for something of note. They do not notice Savut.
Savut opens her eyes and sees Orchid. Smiling, she quickly lifts herself out of the Fount and onto its banks. “Hello!”
Orchid turns to see Savut. "Hi! What is this place? It looks important."
“It is. This is the Fount, where I combine the plagues I create with the mystic waters of the pool to allow organisms to radically change. This is how I create most of my most beloved creatures.”
Orchid looks down at the water with interest... "Cool! What were you doing inside of there? Changing yourself as well?"
“No, just thinking. It’s one of the few places around here that guarantees me full peace and quiet.”
"That makes sense. What are the creatures you made here?" Savut can notice that Orchid looks a little different than they did before. Some of their foliage has begun growing orange thorns about an inch long, and the plants composing their clothing have settled in a deeper emerald shade of green.
“Well, mostly the savotra, but also the rippers. They’re large mosquito-like creatures that serve as aerial cavalry mounts. You might see a few in the skies near dusk over Vespart.”
"That sounds awesome! I'll keep an eye out for them." Orchid begins thinking about it for a second, and then has another thought.
"The Fount rapidly changes normal creatures, right? What would happen to a Will? Or would it just have no effect?"
“It doesn’t have any effect, at least to my knowledge. After all, the Fount only prompts the transformation by ‘activating’ the specific strain of magical disease engineered for the species of the creature that undergoes change.”
"Interesting..." Internally, Orchid is pondering about the workings of the Fount. They look back at the pool with curiosity- and perhaps even eagerness.
“When the submerged subject isn’t infected with anything, however, the only effect it has is getting the subject rather damp.”
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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.
Orchid can't help but chuckle a bit. "That makes sense. What about poisons? Or is it just disease that triggers it?"
“No. I have to specifically design the bacteria that affects the species of the subject as a whole. It’s dependent on the parasitic nature of the magical plague and its innate qualities melding with those of the subject.”
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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.
Orchid can't help but chuckle a bit. "That makes sense. What about poisons? Or is it just disease that triggers it?"
“No. I have to specifically design the bacteria that affects the species of the subject as a whole. It’s dependent on the parasitic nature of the magical plague and its innate qualities melding with those of the subject.”
"So you can modify the disease, and therefore the creature, however you wish? Awesome!" Orchid shows genuine enthusiasm in learning about Savut's way of going about their plans. After all, she's the only example Orchid has of a powerful Will.
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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)
Korzirak is exploring the elemental islands surrounding the Kingdom of Concordia to see what resources they have and looking for possible expansion with Xezithic’s blessing.
The four Skull Aspects are exploring around.
Xezithic is exploring around, his power swelling. He is flying high in the sky so his power doesn’t disturb the ground below.
The Elemental Quartet are exploring as well. Zeon is nearby the City of Order, Talric is near Foréir’s lands, Enki is in the desert, and Aalto is near the ocean.
Rendy is exploring and just having a good time.
Leonardo has been hanging out with Barbeau and Snuffles, trying to ignore the darkness that occasionally creeps in the corners of his vision.
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
He has mainly been working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
He has mainly be working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
He rolls over to Alabaster, resting next to him, pulling out his own pistol and saying “Hmm, you are a half decent shot for a new hunter. Have you been fighting for a long time?” He says, his flesh covered eyes looking at Alabaster.
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
He has mainly be working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
He rolls over to Alabaster, resting next to him, pulling out his own pistol and saying “Hmm, you are a half decent shot for a new hunter. Have you been fighting for a long time?” He says, his flesh covered eyes looking at Alabaster.
“A bit, though more with a sword and spells then with a weapon like this. I was a champion for another Will before her death.”
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
He has mainly be working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
He rolls over to Alabaster, resting next to him, pulling out his own pistol and saying “Hmm, you are a half decent shot for a new hunter. Have you been fighting for a long time?” He says, his flesh covered eyes looking at Alabaster.
“A bit, though more with a sword and spells then with a weapon like this. I was a champion for another Will before her death.”
“Hmm. I do not know much of wills, but I do understand firearms.” He shakily stands up, using his scythe as a cane and holds out his pistol, shooting five straight bullseyes in a row “It’s all in the wrist.”
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
He has mainly be working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
He rolls over to Alabaster, resting next to him, pulling out his own pistol and saying “Hmm, you are a half decent shot for a new hunter. Have you been fighting for a long time?” He says, his flesh covered eyes looking at Alabaster.
“A bit, though more with a sword and spells then with a weapon like this. I was a champion for another Will before her death.”
“Hmm. I do not know much of wills, but I do understand firearms.” He shakily stands up, using his scythe as a cane and holds out his pistol, shooting five straight bullseyes in a row “It’s all in the wrist.”
“I see” he says looking at the bullseyes for a bit before turning back to Gharman. “How long have you been a hunter?”
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*i’ve been thinking about making a character on there for a while, might do so soon*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That sounds awesome! I'll keep an eye out for them." Orchid begins thinking about it for a second, and then has another thought.
"The Fount rapidly changes normal creatures, right? What would happen to a Will? Or would it just have no effect?"
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)
“It doesn’t have any effect, at least to my knowledge. After all, the Fount only prompts the transformation by ‘activating’ the specific strain of magical disease engineered for the species of the creature that undergoes change.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Interesting..." Internally, Orchid is pondering about the workings of the Fount. They look back at the pool with curiosity- and perhaps even eagerness.
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)
*yay that would be sick! If you can find a way to make them dead or undead, that would allow some cool things to happen*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“When the submerged subject isn’t infected with anything, however, the only effect it has is getting the subject rather damp.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*snippet for Savut and Orchid*
Orchid can't help but chuckle a bit. "That makes sense. What about poisons? Or is it just disease that triggers it?"
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)
“No. I have to specifically design the bacteria that affects the species of the subject as a whole. It’s dependent on the parasitic nature of the magical plague and its innate qualities melding with those of the subject.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So you can modify the disease, and therefore the creature, however you wish? Awesome!" Orchid shows genuine enthusiasm in learning about Savut's way of going about their plans. After all, she's the only example Orchid has of a powerful Will.
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)
*Nope. Who has the highest power points?*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*I’m not sure. One of my wills, Xezithic, has 368,700 power points right now. Does anyone else have a Will higher then that?*
*Not me*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Korzirak is exploring the elemental islands surrounding the Kingdom of Concordia to see what resources they have and looking for possible expansion with Xezithic’s blessing.
The four Skull Aspects are exploring around.
Xezithic is exploring around, his power swelling. He is flying high in the sky so his power doesn’t disturb the ground below.
The Elemental Quartet are exploring as well. Zeon is nearby the City of Order, Talric is near Foréir’s lands, Enki is in the desert, and Aalto is near the ocean.
Rendy is exploring and just having a good time.
Leonardo has been hanging out with Barbeau and Snuffles, trying to ignore the darkness that occasionally creeps in the corners of his vision.
Alabastor has been training in the Hunter’s Dream.
chansth vomits up a grey ooze, gelatinous cube, and black pudding
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Gharman is watching him from his wheelchair while the Moon Presence works on something.
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
He has mainly been working on target practice, getting use to wielding a gun, which he has modified with his pact to the Moon Presence to shoot out Arcane, Bolt, Fire, and Bloodtinged bullets.
He rolls over to Alabaster, resting next to him, pulling out his own pistol and saying “Hmm, you are a half decent shot for a new hunter. Have you been fighting for a long time?” He says, his flesh covered eyes looking at Alabaster.
“A bit, though more with a sword and spells then with a weapon like this. I was a champion for another Will before her death.”
“Hmm. I do not know much of wills, but I do understand firearms.” He shakily stands up, using his scythe as a cane and holds out his pistol, shooting five straight bullseyes in a row “It’s all in the wrist.”
“I see” he says looking at the bullseyes for a bit before turning back to Gharman. “How long have you been a hunter?”