Sarahphym's wall of glaciers has now mowed down everything in the area they wish to construct in- every village torn to splinters, every hill and mountain ground to gravel. Now, construction can begin.
With a wave of their hand, the entire flat surface of this 1000-mile radius around them is coated in a layer of deep blue glacial ice- a foundation fit for a proper monument to the Snow Angel's power. They continue their construction, conjuring and carving intricate walls, stairways, and arches to begin building the City of Eternal Winter- all made of the Snow Angel's distinctive variety of never-melt ice.
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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)
Sarahphym's wall of glaciers has now mowed down everything in the area they wish to construct in- every village torn to splinters, every hill and mountain ground to gravel. Now, construction can begin.
With a wave of their hand, the entire flat surface of this 1000-mile radius around them is coated in a layer of deep blue glacial ice- a foundation fit for a proper monument to the Snow Angel's power. They continue their construction, conjuring and carving intricate walls, stairways, and arches to begin building the City of Eternal Winter- all made of the Snow Angel's distinctive variety of never-melt ice.
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
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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.
Sarahphym's wall of glaciers has now mowed down everything in the area they wish to construct in- every village torn to splinters, every hill and mountain ground to gravel. Now, construction can begin.
With a wave of their hand, the entire flat surface of this 1000-mile radius around them is coated in a layer of deep blue glacial ice- a foundation fit for a proper monument to the Snow Angel's power. They continue their construction, conjuring and carving intricate walls, stairways, and arches to begin building the City of Eternal Winter- all made of the Snow Angel's distinctive variety of never-melt ice.
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
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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)
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
"Ah. Well, in that case...." He draws his Godsplitter and jams it into the ice, shattering it with horrific strength. He could split this entire plane in two with this power. He twists it, causing all the permafrost construction to shatter. "Good day, Mx."
Power Points just casually thrown about like they were nothing: 25167
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
"Ah. Well, in that case...." He draws his Godsplitter and jams it into the ice, shattering it with horrific strength. He could split this entire plane in two with this power. He twists it, causing all the permafrost construction to shatter. "Good day, Mx."
Power Points just casually thrown about like they were nothing: 25178
The Snow Angel, looking only mildly annoyed, begins construction again. "If you have any other displays of strength you want to perform, I suggest you do get them all out of your system now. Might feel better."
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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)
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
"Ah. Well, in that case...." He draws his Godsplitter and jams it into the ice, shattering it with horrific strength. He could split this entire plane in two with this power. He twists it, causing all the permafrost construction to shatter. "Good day, Mx."
Power Points just casually thrown about like they were nothing: 25178
The Snow Angel, looking only mildly annoyed, begins construction again. "If you have any other displays of strength you want to perform, I suggest you do get them all out of your system now. Might feel better."
"You killed people who had no one to protect them. Any construction on this land that does not benefit humans will crumble in one day. Thus saith I, the Butcher."
The land is now cursed, as he said.
"And I will be keeping my eye on you. Consider this your first warning. Be less destructive, for I can match whatever you do."
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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.
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
"Ah. Well, in that case...." He draws his Godsplitter and jams it into the ice, shattering it with horrific strength. He could split this entire plane in two with this power. He twists it, causing all the permafrost construction to shatter. "Good day, Mx."
Power Points just casually thrown about like they were nothing: 25178
The Snow Angel, looking only mildly annoyed, begins construction again. "If you have any other displays of strength you want to perform, I suggest you do get them all out of your system now. Might feel better."
"You killed people who had no one to protect them. Any construction on this land that does not benefit humans will crumble in one day. Thus saith I, the Butcher."
The land is now cursed, as he said.
"And I will be keeping my eye on you. Consider this your first warning. Be less destructive, for I can match whatever you do."
Sarah is not impressed. "Then this place shall remain a barren waste for all of time. I ask you this, butcher of gods: If these mortals are so important to protect, why must us Wills coddle and shelter them from every possible threat there could be? Surely, it would be in their best interest to let them fight their own battles."
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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)
"You killed people who had no one to protect them. Any construction on this land that does not benefit humans will crumble in one day. Thus saith I, the Butcher."
The land is now cursed, as he said.
"And I will be keeping my eye on you. Consider this your first warning. Be less destructive, for I can match whatever you do."
Sarah is not impressed. "Then this place shall remain a barren waste for all of time. I ask you this, butcher of gods: If these mortals are so important to protect, why must us Wills coddle and shelter them from every possible threat there could be? Surely, it would be in their best interest to let them fight their own battles."
Szerucharz whips around, his eyes growing brighter. "You think a mortal can match a Will? You think it's fair to just kill thousands of them without a second thought? What if I killed you, and thousands of your kind without even considering the pain I caused, just because I wanted a pretty princess castle that I could have made anywhere else? I do not look to coddle mortals, wretch. I look to prevent vomit-inducing cowards like you from wiping them out for selfish reasons. Do not cross me, snowflake. I've killed and will kill things bigger than you ever will be."
*He has a very short temper. While physically impressive, mentally he may have some things to work on.*
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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.
"You killed people who had no one to protect them. Any construction on this land that does not benefit humans will crumble in one day. Thus saith I, the Butcher."
The land is now cursed, as he said.
"And I will be keeping my eye on you. Consider this your first warning. Be less destructive, for I can match whatever you do."
Sarah is not impressed. "Then this place shall remain a barren waste for all of time. I ask you this, butcher of gods: If these mortals are so important to protect, why must us Wills coddle and shelter them from every possible threat there could be? Surely, it would be in their best interest to let them fight their own battles."
Szerucharz whips around, his eyes growing brighter. "You think a mortal can match a Will? You think it's fair to just kill thousands of them without a second thought? What if I killed you, and thousands of your kind without even considering the pain I caused, just because I wanted a pretty princess castle that I could have made anywhere else? I do not look to coddle mortals, wretch. I look to prevent vomit-inducing cowards like you from wiping them out for selfish reasons. Do not cross me, snowflake. I've killed and will kill things bigger than you ever will be."
*He has a very short temper. While physically impressive, mentally he may have some things to work on.*
*Sarah's definitely got some things to work on too. Like, say, general apathy, lack of morals, and a bit of a god complex. They're not meant to be a sympathetic character.*
The Snow Angel is silent, too stubborn and- fittingly enough- too cold to see the flaw in their own logic. Without a further word, they teleport away, leaving a torrential blizzard that engulfs the entire demolished waste behind.
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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)
In the far north, the very lands that Foréir (Allegedly) burnt to the ground, a new will is formed. From the very ashes and smoke, a man rises up. His skin obsidian black, the same as the debris he came from. Wearing a red 3 piece suit, and a sliver pocket watch hanging at his waist. A black fedora on his head, adorned with a phoenix’s feather. He shakes of the soot on his shoulders, and looks around, seeing the destruction around him, greatly confused, yet for some reason he can’t help but smile, showing of his pointed pearly whites
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
The tree sapling is growing more and more over time. Despite not being sentient, it seems to affect the area around it-- making plants grow more and more, empowering animals, and creating an overall feeling of calm.
Orchid has found the sapling- drawn to its similar energy. They cautiously approach it, taking notes.
It gives off a feel of great power. The power of a Greater Will, except with no will.
*Oh shoot, I missed this. Sorry about the delay.*
Orchid walks up to the sapling, kneeling down beside it. Wanting to help a fellow nature Will flourish as Savut did for them, they place a hand on the soil amidst its roots, placing a small fraction of their godly power into the earth for it to absorb if it wishes (putting 1,000 Power Points into the ground for it to take if it wants).
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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)
Internally, the Snow Angel is fuming at the loss of their future domain to the God Butcher. If they can't have their temple on the land, then they'll build it in the skies.
They create another 1000-mile radius sheet of permafrost far above the land- to the point where it's close to the turning point where sky becomes space. Investing their divine power into the ice, they cause it to float in a similar manner to their other, much smaller floating temple, keeping it aloft with a perpetual whirling storm. Now, they begin their construction again, now adding large icy spikes to every exterior wall they construct.
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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)
The tree sapling is growing more and more over time. Despite not being sentient, it seems to affect the area around it-- making plants grow more and more, empowering animals, and creating an overall feeling of calm.
Orchid has found the sapling- drawn to its similar energy. They cautiously approach it, taking notes.
It gives off a feel of great power. The power of a Greater Will, except with no will.
*Oh shoot, I missed this. Sorry about the delay.*
Orchid walks up to the sapling, kneeling down beside it. Wanting to help a fellow nature Will flourish as Savut did for them, they place a hand on the soil amidst its roots, placing a small fraction of their godly power into the earth for it to absorb if it wishes (putting 1,000 Power Points into the ground for it to take if it wants).
*All good*
Orchid can sense the tree's roots digging into the ground, absorbing the offering. Suddenly, it begins to grow rapidly, it's branches expanding and it's trunk reaching higher and higher into the sky. It attempts to develop something, but fails. It still has a way to go. Nonetheless, it has reached the second stage of its life, and gained the Earth 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 tree sapling is growing more and more over time. Despite not being sentient, it seems to affect the area around it-- making plants grow more and more, empowering animals, and creating an overall feeling of calm.
Orchid has found the sapling- drawn to its similar energy. They cautiously approach it, taking notes.
It gives off a feel of great power. The power of a Greater Will, except with no will.
*Oh shoot, I missed this. Sorry about the delay.*
Orchid walks up to the sapling, kneeling down beside it. Wanting to help a fellow nature Will flourish as Savut did for them, they place a hand on the soil amidst its roots, placing a small fraction of their godly power into the earth for it to absorb if it wishes (putting 1,000 Power Points into the ground for it to take if it wants).
*All good*
Orchid can sense the tree's roots digging into the ground, absorbing the offering. Suddenly, it begins to grow rapidly, it's branches expanding and it's trunk reaching higher and higher into the sky. It attempts to develop something, but fails. It still has a way to go. Nonetheless, it has reached the second stage of its life, and gained the Earth domain.
They look up at the tree's boughs with a sense of wonder, before sitting against the tree's trunk and continuing to take notes.
*I just realized that there's a decent number of divine trees now. There's the Tree of Herionidus, Savut's sacred tupelo, Arbor, and probably some others I'm forgetting at the moment.*
Szerucharz is venting his frustration on the wastes, causing massive destruction where there is nothing to destroy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sarahphym's wall of glaciers has now mowed down everything in the area they wish to construct in- every village torn to splinters, every hill and mountain ground to gravel. Now, construction can begin.
With a wave of their hand, the entire flat surface of this 1000-mile radius around them is coated in a layer of deep blue glacial ice- a foundation fit for a proper monument to the Snow Angel's power. They continue their construction, conjuring and carving intricate walls, stairways, and arches to begin building the City of Eternal Winter- all made of the Snow Angel's distinctive variety of never-melt ice.
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)
Szerucharz climbs over the ice wall, careful not to break anything. "Hello. Do you know whose villages those were? Which Wills owned them, I mean?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sarah seems slightly startled- they weren't expecting anyone to follow them out this far.
"Hello there. I don't believe those villages belonged to any Wills at all. Simply mortals who were in the way." They seem unnervingly nonchalant about them massacring several towns.
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)
"Ah. Well, in that case...." He draws his Godsplitter and jams it into the ice, shattering it with horrific strength. He could split this entire plane in two with this power. He twists it, causing all the permafrost construction to shatter. "Good day, Mx."
Power Points just casually thrown about like they were nothing: 25167
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Snow Angel, looking only mildly annoyed, begins construction again. "If you have any other displays of strength you want to perform, I suggest you do get them all out of your system now. Might feel better."
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)
*Wait, that number was wrong, I forgot the exact rules. Anyway, it's a lot.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You killed people who had no one to protect them. Any construction on this land that does not benefit humans will crumble in one day. Thus saith I, the Butcher."
The land is now cursed, as he said.
"And I will be keeping my eye on you. Consider this your first warning. Be less destructive, for I can match whatever you do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Could my next will be level 3?*
*Sure! If you tell me what they are first.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m still debating between the Insect Queen Demon or the Cerberus Devil Lord (technically will also be a demon)*
Sarah is not impressed. "Then this place shall remain a barren waste for all of time. I ask you this, butcher of gods: If these mortals are so important to protect, why must us Wills coddle and shelter them from every possible threat there could be? Surely, it would be in their best interest to let them fight their own battles."
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)
*Cool. Take your three levels.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz whips around, his eyes growing brighter. "You think a mortal can match a Will? You think it's fair to just kill thousands of them without a second thought? What if I killed you, and thousands of your kind without even considering the pain I caused, just because I wanted a pretty princess castle that I could have made anywhere else? I do not look to coddle mortals, wretch. I look to prevent vomit-inducing cowards like you from wiping them out for selfish reasons. Do not cross me, snowflake. I've killed and will kill things bigger than you ever will be."
*He has a very short temper. While physically impressive, mentally he may have some things to work on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sarah's definitely got some things to work on too. Like, say, general apathy, lack of morals, and a bit of a god complex. They're not meant to be a sympathetic character.*
The Snow Angel is silent, too stubborn and- fittingly enough- too cold to see the flaw in their own logic. Without a further word, they teleport away, leaving a torrential blizzard that engulfs the entire demolished waste behind.
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 the far north, the very lands that Foréir (Allegedly) burnt to the ground, a new will is formed. From the very ashes and smoke, a man rises up. His skin obsidian black, the same as the debris he came from. Wearing a red 3 piece suit, and a sliver pocket watch hanging at his waist. A black fedora on his head, adorned with a phoenix’s feather. He shakes of the soot on his shoulders, and looks around, seeing the destruction around him, greatly confused, yet for some reason he can’t help but smile, showing of his pointed pearly whites
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Oh shoot, I missed this. Sorry about the delay.*
Orchid walks up to the sapling, kneeling down beside it. Wanting to help a fellow nature Will flourish as Savut did for them, they place a hand on the soil amidst its roots, placing a small fraction of their godly power into the earth for it to absorb if it wishes (putting 1,000 Power Points into the ground for it to take if it wants).
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)
Internally, the Snow Angel is fuming at the loss of their future domain to the God Butcher. If they can't have their temple on the land, then they'll build it in the skies.
They create another 1000-mile radius sheet of permafrost far above the land- to the point where it's close to the turning point where sky becomes space. Investing their divine power into the ice, they cause it to float in a similar manner to their other, much smaller floating temple, keeping it aloft with a perpetual whirling storm. Now, they begin their construction again, now adding large icy spikes to every exterior wall they construct.
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)
*All good*
Orchid can sense the tree's roots digging into the ground, absorbing the offering. Suddenly, it begins to grow rapidly, it's branches expanding and it's trunk reaching higher and higher into the sky. It attempts to develop something, but fails. It still has a way to go. Nonetheless, it has reached the second stage of its life, and gained the Earth 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, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
They look up at the tree's boughs with a sense of wonder, before sitting against the tree's trunk and continuing to take notes.
*I just realized that there's a decent number of divine trees now. There's the Tree of Herionidus, Savut's sacred tupelo, Arbor, and probably some others I'm forgetting at the moment.*
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)