Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
The Blood Presence appears next to him in a form it has not yet seen, taking the form of a middle aged woman, clasping her hands, a motherly look in her eyes. They watch Alabastor work in his training with the weapon they crafted for them.
Al would soon stop, confused by the woman’s presence. “Hello?”
The mouth of the woman moves but Alabastor hears the Moon Presence’s voice within in his head “Hello little Al.”
TF is in the City of Peace, explaining to the general public what happens now happy is dead.
The citizens are still panicking from learning the Happy, the city’s founder and generous leader, has died, only a few people are able to really focus on what TF has to say.
Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
The Blood Presence appears next to him in a form it has not yet seen, taking the form of a middle aged woman, clasping her hands, a motherly look in her eyes. They watch Alabastor work in his training with the weapon they crafted for them.
Al would soon stop, confused by the woman’s presence. “Hello?”
The mouth of the woman moves but Alabastor hears the Moon Presence’s voice within in his head “Hello little Al.”
He is momentarily startled by that, before realizing what is going on. "I didn't realize you could take on other forms..."
TF is in the City of Peace, explaining to the general public what happens now happy is dead.
The citizens are still panicking from learning the Happy, the city’s founder and generous leader, has died, only a few people are able to really focus on what TF has to say.
Ilnarthi steps up. "Calm yourselves! In his will, Happy bequeathed the city and everything he owned to Lord Fathomless. You still have a notable leader, who has also been there from the very start!" TF sighs. "I cannot replace Happy, but, through means even I do not fully understand, I can contact Happy in the spirit world. I lead through him, and hard decisions will not be made without Happy's good insight and opinion. There is no need to panic!"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Korzirak is watching over the Kingdom of Concordia
Xezithic is exploring the world more, now that he has mastered his primordial storm he can observe the world from a closer distance.
Hekzia is exploring the valley, many couatl are flocking to her, eager to greet and speak to their creator. Some couatl are seen flying over the City of Order, City of Peace, and the Swamp lands of Savut.
Rendy is also exploring, happily greeting any new will he sees.
Leonardo continues to travel, occasionally suffering from blackouts or moments where he doesn't remember what he was doing and it frightens him some. The whispering voice has been getting louder.
The Snow Angel is looking for Cogintius (or one of his avatars) to speak with.
Orchid, testing their new strength, begins to imbue some of the marsh plants around them with further life energy. The thorn bushes and vines around the Will twist themselves into crudely humanoid shapes, animated with the grim new purpose of nourishing the soil through the blood of the living, and to grow more of themselves in this manner- a purpose that Orchid is not readily aware of. These first Blights begin to wander into the surrounding wilds.
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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)
After creating the first Blights and leaving them to wreak havoc, Orchid returns to Vespart. Odds are, this is the first time the people here have seen their new form.
His avatars are exploring multiple other parts of the world.
Rendy would be flying about when he sees one of these Avatars. "Hello! Who are you?"
Xezithic would also spot one of these Avatars and would recognize Cog from its time in the underworld. It would approach the Avatar.
He looks up. "Ah, hello there. Who are you, little one?"
He sees the aboleth. "Hello, Xezithic. How are you?"
I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy! I'm looking to make friends. Who are you sir?" The little moth creature asks with excitement.
The massive Aboleth glides down to the Avatar, speaking in a booming voice. "Greeting Cogintius, it has been some time since we have spoken last."
He smiles. "I am Cogintius, god of Knowledge, Order, Arcana and Life. I am one of the founders of the Mythos of Order and it's city. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rendy."
"Indeed. That conversation was last at the underworld before it vanished, if I recall."
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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
*Lol
I somehow feel like he would get on well with TF*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, updating the Greater Will book to include avatars. Meanwhile, his avatars are exploring the world to meet with others.
The void is wandering, watching...
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
George bush’s army is marching without purpose towards nothing.
George bush leads the march, sitting in a cart pulled by a treant.
The mouth of the woman moves but Alabastor hears the Moon Presence’s voice within in his head “Hello little Al.”
The citizens are still panicking from learning the Happy, the city’s founder and generous leader, has died, only a few people are able to really focus on what TF has to say.
He is momentarily startled by that, before realizing what is going on. "I didn't realize you could take on other forms..."
Ilnarthi steps up. "Calm yourselves! In his will, Happy bequeathed the city and everything he owned to Lord Fathomless. You still have a notable leader, who has also been there from the very start!" TF sighs. "I cannot replace Happy, but, through means even I do not fully understand, I can contact Happy in the spirit world. I lead through him, and hard decisions will not be made without Happy's good insight and opinion. There is no need to panic!"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Korzirak is watching over the Kingdom of Concordia
Xezithic is exploring the world more, now that he has mastered his primordial storm he can observe the world from a closer distance.
Hekzia is exploring the valley, many couatl are flocking to her, eager to greet and speak to their creator. Some couatl are seen flying over the City of Order, City of Peace, and the Swamp lands of Savut.
Rendy is also exploring, happily greeting any new will he sees.
Leonardo continues to travel, occasionally suffering from blackouts or moments where he doesn't remember what he was doing and it frightens him some. The whispering voice has been getting louder.
"I'm exploring and looking to meet new friends! You wanna be friends?" Rendy asks excitedly.
"Of course, Rendy."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Good morning, everyone!*
The Snow Angel is looking for Cogintius (or one of his avatars) to speak with.
Orchid, testing their new strength, begins to imbue some of the marsh plants around them with further life energy. The thorn bushes and vines around the Will twist themselves into crudely humanoid shapes, animated with the grim new purpose of nourishing the soil through the blood of the living, and to grow more of themselves in this manner- a purpose that Orchid is not readily aware of. These first Blights begin to wander into the surrounding wilds.
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!" Rendy says. The little moth flies up to it. "So, what you up to?"
After creating the first Blights and leaving them to wreak havoc, Orchid returns to Vespart. Odds are, this is the first time the people here have seen their new form.
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 real Cogintius is in the T.O.M, writing in a large tome that Sarahphym can't see the title of.
His avatars are exploring multiple other parts of the world.
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
Rendy would be flying about when he sees one of these Avatars. "Hello! Who are you?"
Xezithic would also spot one of these Avatars and would recognize Cog from its time in the underworld. It would approach the Avatar.
They approach the real Cogintius, keeping their ambient cold to a minimum.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've last spoke." They speak in a friendly tone- which is unusual for Sarahphym, but no cause for concern.
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)
He looks up. "Ah, hello there. Who are you, little one?"
He sees the aboleth. "Hello, Xezithic. How 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
Hearing Sarahphym, he closes the book, and it flies away to a shelf and nearly sets itself there. "Hello! It has been a while, hasn't it?"
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'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy! I'm looking to make friends. Who are you sir?" The little moth creature asks with excitement.
The massive Aboleth glides down to the Avatar, speaking in a booming voice. "Greeting Cogintius, it has been some time since we have spoken last."
He smiles. "I am Cogintius, god of Knowledge, Order, Arcana and Life. I am one of the founders of the Mythos of Order and it's city. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rendy."
"Indeed. That conversation was last at the underworld before it vanished, if I recall."
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