A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
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Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
*I think I have an idea for a Greater Will? But I don't know what the domain would be and I still need to flesh him out*
*I could help*
*Can you help me pick out the domain? Basically my idea is a Greater Will that's manifested now, during a time mortals are uneasy and wanting to uproot the gods, because he plans to take the throne for himself once his rivals (the gods) are gone. I've thought of maybe war or fear? Or maybe something else*
*trickery or fear in my opinion*
*Trickery is more mischievous than evil in my opinion, I'll go fear I guess*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
”doesn’t usually happen.”
"Did he say anything before he vanished?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*idk what to do with Dave anymore so imma intro a greater will while im waiting until the opportunity presents itself for another Dave appearance*
A man in a long black coat, a fancy black shirt, black trousers, and black silk gloves descends from the sky, a murder of crows carrying him gracefully to the ground, holding him by the sleeves of his coat on his outstretched arms. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, his pale face stricken with solemnity. He touches a wilting flower and it begins to perk up again, slowly but surely. A flicker of a smile dashes across his face for a second, and he begins to build a home.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
”doesn’t usually happen.”
"Did he say anything before he vanished?"
“No.”
there’s a sudden new… energy? Something along those lines, in the air. Others can’t feel it yet as it’s extremely weak, but the valley smells of death. Or well, not exactly.
*idk what to do with Dave anymore so imma intro a greater will while im waiting until the opportunity presents itself for another Dave appearance*
A man in a long black coat, a fancy black shirt, black trousers, and black silk gloves descends from the sky, a murder of crows carrying him gracefully to the ground, holding him by the sleeves of his coat on his outstretched arms. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, his pale face stricken with solemnity. He touches a wilting flower and it begins to perk up again, slowly but surely. A flicker of a smile dashes across his face for a second, and he begins to build a home.
Cogintius approaches this man. "Ah, another god has arrived. Tell me, what is your name and domain?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
”doesn’t usually happen.”
"Did he say anything before he vanished?"
“No.”
there’s a sudden new… energy? Something along those lines, in the air. Others can’t feel it yet as it’s extremely weak, but the valley smells of death. Or well, not exactly.
"I can sense an energy. It feels like death. Herionidus must be in danger!"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
”doesn’t usually happen.”
"Did he say anything before he vanished?"
“No.”
there’s a sudden new… energy? Something along those lines, in the air. Others can’t feel it yet as it’s extremely weak, but the valley smells of death. Or well, not exactly.
"I can sense an energy. It feels like death. Herionidus must be in danger!"
*idk what to do with Dave anymore so imma intro a greater will while im waiting until the opportunity presents itself for another Dave appearance*
A man in a long black coat, a fancy black shirt, black trousers, and black silk gloves descends from the sky, a murder of crows carrying him gracefully to the ground, holding him by the sleeves of his coat on his outstretched arms. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, his pale face stricken with solemnity. He touches a wilting flower and it begins to perk up again, slowly but surely. A flicker of a smile dashes across his face for a second, and he begins to build a home.
Cogintius approaches this man. "Ah, another god has arrived. Tell me, what is your name and domain?"
I am... unsure... one moment I was there... and now, I... where exactly am I?
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
*Did anybody see this??*
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Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
He gets no response.
He warily approaches it and plays the can can on his lute to calm his nerves.
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Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
He gets no response.
He warily approaches it and plays the can can on his lute to calm his nerves.
The scuffling of claws on stone can be heard inside.
A man with horns and goat legs is walking through the wastes a path of flowers popping up behind him. Hes holding a rugsack and a lute while singing along.
A bit away from him is the castle that rose from the ground just moments ago.
He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
He gets no response.
He warily approaches it and plays the can can on his lute to calm his nerves.
The scuffling of claws on stone can be heard inside.
He looks around scared and starts playing it more vigorously.
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Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
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He looks up in shock. "Who put that here??"
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
*Trickery is more mischievous than evil in my opinion, I'll go fear I guess*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
The party has ended in Herionidus’ land. It’s quiet.
weird, it’s never quiet there.
birds aren’t chirping. Mice aren’t stirring. Foxes are hidden away safely in their dens. Even the flowers are waiting to bloom. The leaves of trees aren’t rustling, the river has slowed almost completely. The humans are resting after the celebration.
Herionidus isn’t there.
He gets no response.
Cogintius is wandering through the area. "Something... Feels off. Herionidus? Where are you?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
A nearby human is wading through the river, looking for any fish to spear. There aren’t any.
”nobody’s seen Lord Herionidus since the party ended. We’re assuming he’s busy somewhere else, but this,” he gestures to the silent valley.
”doesn’t usually happen.”
"Did he say anything before he vanished?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*idk what to do with Dave anymore so imma intro a greater will while im waiting until the opportunity presents itself for another Dave appearance*
A man in a long black coat, a fancy black shirt, black trousers, and black silk gloves descends from the sky, a murder of crows carrying him gracefully to the ground, holding him by the sleeves of his coat on his outstretched arms. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, his pale face stricken with solemnity. He touches a wilting flower and it begins to perk up again, slowly but surely. A flicker of a smile dashes across his face for a second, and he begins to build a home.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
“No.”
there’s a sudden new… energy? Something along those lines, in the air. Others can’t feel it yet as it’s extremely weak, but the valley smells of death. Or well, not exactly.
Cogintius approaches this man. "Ah, another god has arrived. Tell me, what is your name and domain?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"I can sense an energy. It feels like death. Herionidus must be in danger!"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
“What do you mean?”
*gtg continue this later?*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*sure!*
I am... unsure... one moment I was there... and now, I... where exactly am I?
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*Did anybody see this??*
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He warily approaches it and plays the can can on his lute to calm his nerves.
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
The scuffling of claws on stone can be heard inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks around scared and starts playing it more vigorously.
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird