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.
The noise stops. He hears rustling in the grass behind him as the sky seems to darken.
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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.
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.
The noise stops. He hears rustling in the grass behind him as the sky seems to darken.
He continues walking and gets his lute ready to smack anything that would pop out of the grass at him.
"Hello? Excuse me but I was just... talking to someone over there, but they left... *gibber had to go* would you mind telling me where exactly I am? I'm not sure... where I am or how I got here"
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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
He looks around scared and starts playing it more vigorously.
The noise stops. He hears rustling in the grass behind him as the sky seems to darken.
He continues walking and gets his lute ready to smack anything that would pop out of the grass at him.
A gurgling, agonized voice whispers to him. "Who... are... you?"
"Erm.. hello mister. Im Piris. Who are you?" He says in a squeaky voice.
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
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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.
He looks around scared and starts playing it more vigorously.
The noise stops. He hears rustling in the grass behind him as the sky seems to darken.
He continues walking and gets his lute ready to smack anything that would pop out of the grass at him.
A gurgling, agonized voice whispers to him. "Who... are... you?"
"Erm.. hello mister. Im Piris. Who are you?" He says in a squeaky voice.
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
*ah yes I keep forgetting where I am. Geez me and my character are like the same person. No clue where we are*
Feeling the presence of the birth of a new God, he teleports to the location of Luolis, in the hopes of finding someone who knows what happened to him.
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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 scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
"You... are... welcome..." a sharp inhale, and blood dribbles from the 15-ft tall monster's maw. "What... are you?"
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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.
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Clepsydris is sitting in the T.O.M.
PM me the word “Tomato”
The noise stops. He hears rustling in the grass behind him as the sky seems to darken.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He continues walking and gets his lute ready to smack anything that would pop out of the grass at him.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*this is the new greater will I introed*
"Hello? Excuse me but I was just... talking to someone over there, but they left... *gibber had to go* would you mind telling me where exactly I am? I'm not sure... where I am or how I got here"
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 gurgling, agonized voice whispers to him. "Who... are... you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
You are in the temple of the order mythos.
PM me the word “Tomato”
"Erm.. hello mister. Im Piris. Who are you?" He says in a squeaky voice.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
More specifically, I mean... I just appeared in this place, but I'm not... sure where 'here' is
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 scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
To be honest… neither do I.
PM me the word “Tomato”
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Oh. Well, I was somewhere else before, but I don't know what happened... it's all a flash... a glimpse of what once was...
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
PM me the word “Tomato”
The pale man in black walks over. "Luolis, you say? Hello."
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
He does not however crash into the T.O.M.
PM me the word “Tomato”
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*ah yes I keep forgetting where I am. Geez me and my character are like the same person. No clue where we are*
Feeling the presence of the birth of a new God, he teleports to the location of Luolis, in the hopes of finding someone who knows what happened to him.
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
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"You... are... welcome..." a sharp inhale, and blood dribbles from the 15-ft tall monster's maw. "What... are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.