*Every time I see that Szerucharz has impacted somebody, it makes me think.* *Like, how is Szerucharz not as if not more hated than Faltros? Hell, people like this guy to an extent!*
*He literally ascended to be an Elder Evil because he wanted to kill people better.*
*Well because he’s got morals, nearly everyone he’s interacted with have those same morals, or at least similar. Even Happy Chaos, who he killed, actually likes Szerucharz because he knows it was the right choice to make, and that they are actually quite similar. Anyway ima make Bedman now, can I make him at level 2?*
*I don't see why not! Thanks for asking!*
*Coolio, this is going to have to be my best work.*
*Yes, I’ve been inspired recently to try and make Danny as a D&D character, which led to me considering how I could rp him here in the Kitchen. Then I read the interaction between yours and Yvonne and thought that would be a great way for him to be “born”.*
Mortality is such a strange thing, something so fragile yet stronger than stone could ever be. Once pushed to the limit some fall, others rise farther, their limits broken and they grow as a result. Some seek to break their limits through strength, others enlightenment, but in the case of this newborn will, they gained their power through knowledge and intellect. Unfortunately they did gain the power to become a will, but that doesn’t remove their mortality in its entirety in this strange case. Their consciousness became their greatest weakness, limitless knowledge, crushing knowledge, divine knowledge, all trapped within a mortal form.
The will is simply a child, yet something much more. To remove the weakness of their own consciousness they made a contraption, a simple bed to allow their movement, so that they still exist outside of their coma, their dream-like reality. When the bed came to life, this will could truly live, although as a bed trapped demi-mortal. Resting in their pajamas, nailed to their bed by their shoulders is Bedman, Young Great One, wielding the domains of Knowledge and Arcana.
The Strata Skeleton is on it’s knees, shaping something out of clay
Voidras is amassing treasure for their hoard
A body is falling from the sky, screaming
A ladybug with 13 dots crawls out of the clay and flies unto their hand. (Lucky and unlucky)
A lone Tiefling stands at the border of their domain, an object wrapped by cloth in their hands. His horns are covered in a spiders web and silk.
A crow, all black except for these white spots that blink in and out of existence, falls alongside them, another, a bright mix of whirling neon colors, taking the opposite side. Two voices sound in the beings mind. “Why” “Do you” “Fall”
The newly reborn Phantom is leaving the frozen wastes left from Sarahphym’s destruction, trying to make sense of what he has become and what to do now.
Zath’taron is exploring the world beyond his Devilish realm, wishing to learn of the other places of civilization that could be potential allies, or future enemies.
The newly reborn Phantom is leaving the frozen wastes left from Sarahphym’s destruction, trying to make sense of what he has become and what to do now.
Rendy is doing his thing as always.
Slayer finds himself in the frozen wastes, a pipe in one hand as he blows smoke, a slight grin on his face. He continues to muttering to himself about something, writing down some haikus with one hand.
Bedman has finally gained the freedom of movement via his bed, and now is taking advantage while still asleep.
The newly reborn Phantom is leaving the frozen wastes left from Sarahphym’s destruction, trying to make sense of what he has become and what to do now.
Rendy is doing his thing as always.
Slayer finds himself in the frozen wastes, a pipe in one hand as he blows smoke, a slight grin on his face. He continues to muttering to himself about something, writing down some haikus with one hand.
Bedman has finally gained the freedom of movement via his bed, and now is taking advantage while still asleep.
As the ghost teen is floating around, unsure of where he should even go, a small wisp of cold air escapes from his mouth, as a strange sense causes a shiver to run down his spine. Panicking a little at what this could mean, he darts behind a large icy formation, before peeking around to see what could have cause this sensation.
Rendy would notice the walking bed and flies over curiously. “Hello?”
Sarahphym has made some decent progress on their icy fortress, and has returned to the Frostbitten Wastes to vent off their pent-up frustrations with the Butcher of Gods. They are creating colossal uneven pillars of ice and fragile statues bearing the God Butcher's likeness, destroying them with Nadir before the one who cursed these lands can ever get the gratification of seeing their spell come into effect.
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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 has made some decent progress on their icy fortress, and has returned to the Frostbitten Wastes to vent off their pent-up frustrations with the Butcher of Gods. They are creating colossal uneven pillars of ice and fragile statues bearing the God Butcher's likeness, destroying them with Nadir before the one who cursed these lands can ever get the gratification of seeing their spell come into effect.
Phantom would hear the commotion and peek out from his hiding spot. He sees the Snow Angel and ducks back down, nervous about being spotted by the Will that almost killed him before.
Thirteen souls collected. Thirteen sacrificed. In the remote, secluded field the horde of rats had Set up in, they burn the final soul in their smoke pipe, its screams fading amidst the crackling of the fire taken from the underworld. Their leader, sat atop a rock at which the pipe leans against, it sits in silent contemplation as the wild rodents frolicked and scurried around it, driven to a state of delirious, blissful madness by the smoke of the pipe.
the next day, at dawn’s first light, the leader is still sat at the rock with the pipe, and the other rats are resting. But amidst the field, are the hundreds of seeds of the Herionidian trees, planted overnight. And at the riverbank, is the start, only extending 20 feet into the river that is over a thousand feet across, of a magnificent stone bridge with wooden rails, murals and runes and scenes painted, carved, and told throughout the Runes, depicting the lost and reclaimed paradise of the Valley of Herionidus.
recently, in many parts of the world, a new cult has formed: one of the dozens of Herionidus, with one belief that differs significantly from the rest: Herionidus cannot truly die. They are nomadic, like most of them, but have well over a thousand followers in total and are growing day by day.
TF is somewhere. A note on his desk simply states he'll not be back for a while, and that High Mage Kreshenok Ilnarthi shall be in charge of the city while he is gone.
Hellfire is exploring when he finds himself in Szerchuarz's domain.
Savathún is watching her first aspect gestate.
Kalus has sent several scouts out to get the lay of the land near his palace.
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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%.
Xezithic is watching the progress of his followers on their new settlement from afar.
The Elemental Quintet is admiring the Bridge of Herionidus, Zeon especially taking interest in the murals and runes depicting the first Overwill's life.
Zath'taron is exploring around, followed by a small pack of powerful hellhounds.
Rendy is exploring some of the more remote places, curious of what he will find.
Phantom is trying to avoid the gaze of the Snow Angel Sarahphym while also steering clear of whatever presences seemed to set off his new "ghostly sense" (Slayer).
Xezithic is watching the progress of his followers on their new settlement from afar.
Zath'taron is exploring around, followed by a small pack of powerful hellhounds.
He senses a muted divine presence. It is coming from a hooded figure nearby.
He sees Hellfire, in armoured form.
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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%.
Savut is in her secret underground chambers, forming a new plague that she’s synthesized from strange organic deposits forming near the mouth of the river. In its base state, it causes painful boils around the neck. But what Savut’s really wondering is what would happen if it was used to transform one of her savotra…
Balatro is overseeing performances at his colosseum, his new bone devils keeping the area secure.
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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.
*Jobah is considering making a goddess of artillery, lightning, fireworks, and gunsmithing based on St. Barbara*
*Oooooh. Interesting*
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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!”
Slayer is traveling around doing Slayer things, if I had to elaborate more I would but you all know what I'm talking about, flirting with someone, gaining a new friend via being a bro, or fighting someone.
Bedman is moving atop his bed (as he always is due to his condition), the spiked tires leaving indents in the ground as it travels around the globe.
The Nameless King has stopped his travels to take a rest outside of the City of Order, rain drops falling into the wards rhythmically, making some sort of dance of sound.
Nago is traveling the world as well, seeking enlightenment in some form.
The Moon Presence is building a small settlement for the Hunters outside of the Hunter's dream, remnant of Yharman, a new Yharman for this new world.
The Frenzy is being the Frenzy, waiting for a new dark will to arrive and take Faltros's place so that they may ally themselves with them, and slowly gain greater power once more.
*Coolio, this is going to have to be my best work.*
*Yes, I’ve been inspired recently to try and make Danny as a D&D character, which led to me considering how I could rp him here in the Kitchen. Then I read the interaction between yours and Yvonne and thought that would be a great way for him to be “born”.*
Mortality is such a strange thing, something so fragile yet stronger than stone could ever be. Once pushed to the limit some fall, others rise farther, their limits broken and they grow as a result. Some seek to break their limits through strength, others enlightenment, but in the case of this newborn will, they gained their power through knowledge and intellect. Unfortunately they did gain the power to become a will, but that doesn’t remove their mortality in its entirety in this strange case. Their consciousness became their greatest weakness, limitless knowledge, crushing knowledge, divine knowledge, all trapped within a mortal form.
The will is simply a child, yet something much more. To remove the weakness of their own consciousness they made a contraption, a simple bed to allow their movement, so that they still exist outside of their coma, their dream-like reality. When the bed came to life, this will could truly live, although as a bed trapped demi-mortal. Resting in their pajamas, nailed to their bed by their shoulders is Bedman, Young Great One, wielding the domains of Knowledge and Arcana.
The Strata Skeleton is on it’s knees, shaping something out of clay
Voidras is amassing treasure for their hoard
A body is falling from the sky, screaming
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
A ladybug with 13 dots crawls out of the clay and flies unto their hand. (Lucky and unlucky)
A lone Tiefling stands at the border of their domain, an object wrapped by cloth in their hands. His horns are covered in a spiders web and silk.
A crow, all black except for these white spots that blink in and out of existence, falls alongside them, another, a bright mix of whirling neon colors, taking the opposite side. Two voices sound in the beings mind. “Why” “Do you” “Fall”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Anybody want to rp?*
*Sure.*
The newly reborn Phantom is leaving the frozen wastes left from Sarahphym’s destruction, trying to make sense of what he has become and what to do now.
Zath’taron is exploring the world beyond his Devilish realm, wishing to learn of the other places of civilization that could be potential allies, or future enemies.
Rendy is doing his thing as always.
Slayer finds himself in the frozen wastes, a pipe in one hand as he blows smoke, a slight grin on his face. He continues to muttering to himself about something, writing down some haikus with one hand.
Bedman has finally gained the freedom of movement via his bed, and now is taking advantage while still asleep.
As the ghost teen is floating around, unsure of where he should even go, a small wisp of cold air escapes from his mouth, as a strange sense causes a shiver to run down his spine. Panicking a little at what this could mean, he darts behind a large icy formation, before peeking around to see what could have cause this sensation.
Rendy would notice the walking bed and flies over curiously. “Hello?”
Sarahphym has made some decent progress on their icy fortress, and has returned to the Frostbitten Wastes to vent off their pent-up frustrations with the Butcher of Gods. They are creating colossal uneven pillars of ice and fragile statues bearing the God Butcher's likeness, destroying them with Nadir before the one who cursed these lands can ever get the gratification of seeing their spell come into effect.
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)
Phantom would hear the commotion and peek out from his hiding spot. He sees the Snow Angel and ducks back down, nervous about being spotted by the Will that almost killed him before.
*From Grand Moderator Archfey*
Thirteen souls collected. Thirteen sacrificed. In the remote, secluded field the horde of rats had Set up in, they burn the final soul in their smoke pipe, its screams fading amidst the crackling of the fire taken from the underworld. Their leader, sat atop a rock at which the pipe leans against, it sits in silent contemplation as the wild rodents frolicked and scurried around it, driven to a state of delirious, blissful madness by the smoke of the pipe.
the next day, at dawn’s first light, the leader is still sat at the rock with the pipe, and the other rats are resting. But amidst the field, are the hundreds of seeds of the Herionidian trees, planted overnight. And at the riverbank, is the start, only extending 20 feet into the river that is over a thousand feet across, of a magnificent stone bridge with wooden rails, murals and runes and scenes painted, carved, and told throughout the Runes, depicting the lost and reclaimed paradise of the Valley of Herionidus.
recently, in many parts of the world, a new cult has formed: one of the dozens of Herionidus, with one belief that differs significantly from the rest: Herionidus cannot truly die. They are nomadic, like most of them, but have well over a thousand followers in total and are growing day by day.
TF is somewhere. A note on his desk simply states he'll not be back for a while, and that High Mage Kreshenok Ilnarthi shall be in charge of the city while he is gone.
Hellfire is exploring when he finds himself in Szerchuarz's domain.
Savathún is watching her first aspect gestate.
Kalus has sent several scouts out to get the lay of the land near his palace.
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.
Korzirak is resting in the Kingdom of Concordia.
Xezithic is watching the progress of his followers on their new settlement from afar.
The Elemental Quintet is admiring the Bridge of Herionidus, Zeon especially taking interest in the murals and runes depicting the first Overwill's life.
Zath'taron is exploring around, followed by a small pack of powerful hellhounds.
Rendy is exploring some of the more remote places, curious of what he will find.
Phantom is trying to avoid the gaze of the Snow Angel Sarahphym while also steering clear of whatever presences seemed to set off his new "ghostly sense" (Slayer).
He senses a muted divine presence. It is coming from a hooded figure nearby.
He sees Hellfire, in armoured form.
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.
The Aboleth would glide over to the presence to investigate.
The Fiery Cerberus, curious of another demonic presence, would make his approach towards Hellfire.
Savut is in her secret underground chambers, forming a new plague that she’s synthesized from strange organic deposits forming near the mouth of the river. In its base state, it causes painful boils around the neck. But what Savut’s really wondering is what would happen if it was used to transform one of her savotra…
Balatro is overseeing performances at his colosseum, his new bone devils keeping the area secure.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jobah is considering making a goddess of artillery, lightning, fireworks, and gunsmithing based on St. Barbara*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oooooh. Interesting*
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!”
*My characters for the day*
Slayer is traveling around doing Slayer things, if I had to elaborate more I would but you all know what I'm talking about, flirting with someone, gaining a new friend via being a bro, or fighting someone.
Bedman is moving atop his bed (as he always is due to his condition), the spiked tires leaving indents in the ground as it travels around the globe.
The Nameless King has stopped his travels to take a rest outside of the City of Order, rain drops falling into the wards rhythmically, making some sort of dance of sound.
Nago is traveling the world as well, seeking enlightenment in some form.
The Moon Presence is building a small settlement for the Hunters outside of the Hunter's dream, remnant of Yharman, a new Yharman for this new world.
The Frenzy is being the Frenzy, waiting for a new dark will to arrive and take Faltros's place so that they may ally themselves with them, and slowly gain greater power once more.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)