The hole itself is not, but deep, deep within it the faintest smell of one arises, along with that of insects.
The seagulls are instinctively afraid and try to fly away, but the brave ones continue flying as if you aren’t there. A few of them seem to have missing wings as well, replaced by the typical spectral body part many Risen creatures have.
“That would be much appreciated. Our supplies our low after a party celebrating our chiefs birth. Or rebirth, if you want to be technical.”
They try to reach out to this will. “Why do” “Your followers” “Start wars”
“I… I don’t have parents. What are you? Are you going to eat me? O-or sacrifice m-me?” They seem more frightened of being sacrificed then being eaten.
Korzirak decides to shrink down just enough to be able to dive into the hole, swimming down.
Xezithic causes them no harm, even allowing them to perch on top of it if they get tired.
Rendy would begin to help collect things with the Tieflings.
The Twin Flames suddenly see brief flashes of a horrific calamity, the dying echoes of a past world where Wills and mortals fought and destroyed everything. Then a dark voice whispers out. “Conflict is the way of the world. Be it beast, man, or higher being. Only those willing to use the chaos to their advantage will survive to the bitter end”
The serpent chuckles. “I have no need for sacrifices, nor would I gain any sustenance or pleasure in devouring you. Knowledge is what I sustain myself with. I simply wish to explore this place”
*the hole isn’t filled with water, it is surrounded by a red liquid*
After a few hours, they can feel as if the walls are moving as thousands upon thousands of insects crawl on them. The hole still goes farther down, but the smell of the will has grown stronger.
They gladly do and enjoy their meal on them as well.
After a while, the caravan is full of grain, petrified meats, and other foods and drinks. The web horned tiefling checks on the stags before turning to Rendy. “Thank you. This should be enough to replenish our supplies.”
Sarahphym is looking for other Wills- whether they are looking for new friends or prey is not immediately apparent.
Orchid is working on their alchemy, waiting for Savut to finish creating their disease. *Technically, she's above the amount of Power Points necessary to level up, but that's being saved for the inciting incident for extra coolness.*
Zeon and the newly formed Marrea are watching Sarahphym’s army curiously, Marrea is especially intrigued by all the air elementals due to its own connection to wind as Xezithic’s Wind Aspect.
The elemental army seems to mostly be defending the Temple, patrolling the storm surrounding its island. Though, with their sheer numbers... something else is likely compelling the Snow Angel to create so many. It's the rare Will that creates an entire legion just for home security.
Marrea would walk over to one of the air elementals, who tower over the wind child. “Hello…who is the Will of this place?” The little air elemental says in a voice that sounds like blowing wind.
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
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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)
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
“I know not of this Sarahphym, my brother and I were just curious of the large army that has formed in this region. Is there conflict brewing” the small air elemental child speaks up. Zeon is a bit behind it, a bit more wary of these creatures.
Orchid is working on alchemy while they wait to hear from Savut. They're getting slightly better at it- if only slightly.
Savut appears behind her, holding a small wooden bowl filled with a frothy, viscous white fluid. “It is ready.”
Orchid looks ecstatic, carefully taking the bowl from Savut's hands. "Thank you so much! So, how do I... do I just drink this?"
“That’s one way. But it works all the same. I’ve poured some of the very essence of my divinity into this new creation. I know you will bear it properly.”
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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.
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
“I know not of this Sarahphym, my brother and I were just curious of the large army that has formed in this region. Is there conflict brewing” the small air elemental child speaks up. Zeon is a bit behind it, a bit more wary of these creatures.
"There is not conflict now, but there may be one on the horizon. The Angel simply wishes to be prepared should it occur."
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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)
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
“I know not of this Sarahphym, my brother and I were just curious of the large army that has formed in this region. Is there conflict brewing” the small air elemental child speaks up. Zeon is a bit behind it, a bit more wary of these creatures.
"There is not conflict now, but there may be one on the horizon. The Angel simply wishes to be prepared should it occur."
“I see, that is an understandable mindset to have. If I may ask, could I know more about your Will?”
Orchid is working on alchemy while they wait to hear from Savut. They're getting slightly better at it- if only slightly.
Savut appears behind her, holding a small wooden bowl filled with a frothy, viscous white fluid. “It is ready.”
Orchid looks ecstatic, carefully taking the bowl from Savut's hands. "Thank you so much! So, how do I... do I just drink this?"
“That’s one way. But it works all the same. I’ve poured some of the very essence of my divinity into this new creation. I know you will bear it properly.”
"I... I'm honored. I'll use this power to help you in any way I can- I swear upon it." With that, Orchid drinks the mixture.
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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)
Orchid is working on alchemy while they wait to hear from Savut. They're getting slightly better at it- if only slightly.
Savut appears behind them, holding a small wooden bowl filled with a frothy, viscous white fluid. “It is ready.”
Orchid looks ecstatic, carefully taking the bowl from Savut's hands. "Thank you so much! So, how do I... do I just drink this?"
“That’s one way. But it works all the same. I’ve poured some of the very essence of my divinity into this new creation. I know you will bear it properly.”
"I... I'm honored. I'll use this power to help you in any way I can- I swear upon it." With that, Orchid drinks the mixture.
In an instant, you feel as though your skin is unraveling. Hot razors stab at the inside of every cavity of your body. The only thing counteracting this awful pain is the feeling of raw power surging through your soul. It’s an overwhelming blend of the uplift of the newfound strength and the pain of the ravaging disease. You gain 1,000 power points. “Now, my dear, we need to get to the Fount as quickly as possible before the symptoms set in.” Savut says urgently, her voice distant through your swimming senses.
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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.
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
“I know not of this Sarahphym, my brother and I were just curious of the large army that has formed in this region. Is there conflict brewing” the small air elemental child speaks up. Zeon is a bit behind it, a bit more wary of these creatures.
"There is not conflict now, but there may be one on the horizon. The Angel simply wishes to be prepared should it occur."
“I see, that is an understandable mindset to have. If I may ask, could I know more about your Will?”
"They are the deity of Winter, of Cold, and of all those domains entail. They are younger than many of the most powerful Wills, but have grown strong enough to claim their own foothold in this world. As can be seen with this Temple."
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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)
Orchid is working on alchemy while they wait to hear from Savut. They're getting slightly better at it- if only slightly.
Savut appears behind them, holding a small wooden bowl filled with a frothy, viscous white fluid. “It is ready.”
Orchid looks ecstatic, carefully taking the bowl from Savut's hands. "Thank you so much! So, how do I... do I just drink this?"
“That’s one way. But it works all the same. I’ve poured some of the very essence of my divinity into this new creation. I know you will bear it properly.”
"I... I'm honored. I'll use this power to help you in any way I can- I swear upon it." With that, Orchid drinks the mixture.
In an instant, you feel as though your skin is unraveling. Hot razors stab at the inside of every cavity of your body. The only thing counteracting this awful pain is the feeling of raw power surging through your soul. It’s an overwhelming blend of the uplift of the newfound strength and the pain of the ravaging disease. You gain 1,000 power points. “Now, my dear, we need to get to the Fount as quickly as possible before the symptoms set in.” Savut says urgently, her voice distant through your swimming senses.
Orchid nods, following Savut to the best of their ability: If Savut teleports, so do they.
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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)
"They are the deity of Winter, of Cold, and of all those domains entail. They are younger than many of the most powerful Wills, but have grown strong enough to claim their own foothold in this world. As can be seen with this Temple."
“I see, that is impressive, it is always nice to meet others that showcase similar powers to ourselves, elemental beings composed of the fundamental elements of the world. I hope that when your Will meets the collective, it can be on cordial terms.”
"They are the deity of Winter, of Cold, and of all those domains entail. They are younger than many of the most powerful Wills, but have grown strong enough to claim their own foothold in this world. As can be seen with this Temple."
“I see, that is impressive, it is always nice to meet others that showcase similar powers to ourselves, elemental beings composed of the fundamental elements of the world. I hope that when your Will meets the collective, it can be on cordial terms.”
"I hope the Angel feels the same way. Is there any other reason that brings you here?"
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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)
"They are the deity of Winter, of Cold, and of all those domains entail. They are younger than many of the most powerful Wills, but have grown strong enough to claim their own foothold in this world. As can be seen with this Temple."
“I see, that is impressive, it is always nice to meet others that showcase similar powers to ourselves, elemental beings composed of the fundamental elements of the world. I hope that when your Will meets the collective, it can be on cordial terms.”
"I hope the Angel feels the same way. Is there any other reason that brings you here?"
“Nothing other then curiosity. However, if our presence is a concern we can depart from here.”
Everything inside is dusty, but TF can sense something still active, a portal on top of his desk, and two recently made extremely destructive weapons on top. Along with another note.
He takes the note, reads it, and then looks in alarm at the weapons.
The note says “Some gifts I made in my lab in the afterlife. These things should have the power to wipe out a mountain in one shot, do what you want with them. Also this portal is two way if you want to send notes.” The weapons are a blue sword that radiates the feeling of lightning and what looks like a red mechanical club that radiates heat.
"Hmm. Probably best to leave these here... Send notes? To who?" He queries aloud. *gotta go*
The back of the note says ‘Happy Chaos’ *See ya later then dude.*
He laughs. "How on earth, my friend, can I send notes to you? You're dead! Of course, if that isn't a signature..."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Rendy is flying around when he spots the burning remains of a tower. “Oh….what happened here?” The little moth Will says curiously in a child-like voice.
It looks like the spot of some sort of massacre. The bodies of fiends in all shapes and sizes litter the landscape. Mines are dug into the walls of nearby cliffs. Rendy also notices what appears to be a living, humanoid being in the middle of the ruins.
Rendy flies over. “Hello! What happened here?” The little moth asks the being curiously.
He sees that the creature is a blue, draconic humanoid. An Abishai. It jumps slightly before turning. "My lord lost a duel and exploded. Who are you?"
“Derendia, but you can call me Rendy. He exploded? Is that why everything is on fire?”
"Yes, that is why everything is on fire." Rendy notices that there is a sword jabbed into the ground behind the abishai. it looks like there's a helmet stood on the ground in front of it.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Hellfire has retreated into Kagorax's armour. While Thractius talks to Rendy, the armour slowly sits up. Fire glows from every crack. The armour picks up the helmet and puts it on. Fire glows from it too. Finally, Hellfire wrenches the sword from the ground. It looks up to the sky, then to Thractius and Rendy. Then to the burning remains of it's tower. It remembers everything now. Who it was. Why it's here. Power surges through it's shell of a body. And it screams an oath. An oath to kill Foreir. An oath to take the Crown of Slaughter. An oath of hatred and vengeance.
Kagorax has returned.
*Hellfire has reached level 3, and decides to take the Undeath domain.*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
*the hole isn’t filled with water, it is surrounded by a red liquid*
After a few hours, they can feel as if the walls are moving as thousands upon thousands of insects crawl on them. The hole still goes farther down, but the smell of the will has grown stronger.
They gladly do and enjoy their meal on them as well.
After a while, the caravan is full of grain, petrified meats, and other foods and drinks. The web horned tiefling checks on the stags before turning to Rendy. “Thank you. This should be enough to replenish our supplies.”
“Conflict of” “Of prey” “And predator” “Is different” “From war” “Chaos is” “Life and” “Death” “This is” “Not needed”
”O-ok”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"That would be the Snow Angel Sarahphym. On what business do you approach their temple?" The elemental can sense a Will's power in Marrea, and yet remains quite curt in their answers.
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)
Orchid is working on alchemy while they wait to hear from Savut. They're getting slightly better at it- if only slightly.
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)
Savut appears behind her, holding a small wooden bowl filled with a frothy, viscous white fluid. “It is ready.”
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 looks ecstatic, carefully taking the bowl from Savut's hands. "Thank you so much! So, how do I... do I just drink this?"
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 know not of this Sarahphym, my brother and I were just curious of the large army that has formed in this region. Is there conflict brewing” the small air elemental child speaks up. Zeon is a bit behind it, a bit more wary of these creatures.
“That’s one way. But it works all the same. I’ve poured some of the very essence of my divinity into this new creation. I know you will bear it properly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"There is not conflict now, but there may be one on the horizon. The Angel simply wishes to be prepared should it occur."
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 see, that is an understandable mindset to have. If I may ask, could I know more about your Will?”
"I... I'm honored. I'll use this power to help you in any way I can- I swear upon it." With that, Orchid drinks the mixture.
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)
In an instant, you feel as though your skin is unraveling. Hot razors stab at the inside of every cavity of your body. The only thing counteracting this awful pain is the feeling of raw power surging through your soul. It’s an overwhelming blend of the uplift of the newfound strength and the pain of the ravaging disease. You gain 1,000 power points. “Now, my dear, we need to get to the Fount as quickly as possible before the symptoms set in.” Savut says urgently, her voice distant through your swimming senses.
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 are the deity of Winter, of Cold, and of all those domains entail. They are younger than many of the most powerful Wills, but have grown strong enough to claim their own foothold in this world. As can be seen with this Temple."
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)
Orchid nods, following Savut to the best of their ability: If Savut teleports, so do they.
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 see, that is impressive, it is always nice to meet others that showcase similar powers to ourselves, elemental beings composed of the fundamental elements of the world. I hope that when your Will meets the collective, it can be on cordial terms.”
"I hope the Angel feels the same way. Is there any other reason that brings you here?"
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)
“Nothing other then curiosity. However, if our presence is a concern we can depart from here.”
He laughs. "How on earth, my friend, can I send notes to you? You're dead! Of course, if that isn't a signature..."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"Yes, that is why everything is on fire." Rendy notices that there is a sword jabbed into the ground behind the abishai. it looks like there's a helmet stood on the ground in front of it.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
TF is in happy's lab.
Hellfire has retreated into Kagorax's armour. While Thractius talks to Rendy, the armour slowly sits up. Fire glows from every crack. The armour picks up the helmet and puts it on. Fire glows from it too. Finally, Hellfire wrenches the sword from the ground. It looks up to the sky, then to Thractius and Rendy. Then to the burning remains of it's tower. It remembers everything now. Who it was. Why it's here. Power surges through it's shell of a body. And it screams an oath. An oath to kill Foreir. An oath to take the Crown of Slaughter. An oath of hatred and vengeance.
Kagorax has returned.
*Hellfire has reached level 3, and decides to take the Undeath domain.*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*(holds out torch) Who goes there? (Who goes there? who goes there...) I gtg at like 7:15 soooo*
Cogintius is studying avatars, and how he could use them to do multiple things at once efficiently.
The void is watching Kagorax's return, interested.
Gibber is pondering Will ideas and speaking in the third person.
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