Sarahphym has added more to their developing city in the sky- which is large enough to almost look like a second, smaller moon- and is back in the Frostbitten Wastes to relax. With all the wintry desolation they caused here, this place is like their perfect vacation spot.
Orchid is helping tend to the divine tree they found, using their ambient godly power to keep the soil in peak condition.
Phantom sees her arrive and yelps, darting behind another structure to hide from her.
The Snow Angel hears them, stopping and turning to the snow-smothered remains of a cabin wall that Phantom ducked behind. They can sense the presence of Wills in their general area, though not their exact location.
"Who's there?" The angel of death calls out, summoning Nadir to their hand.
Phantom remains as quiet as he can, terrified at being found. As his fear sets in, he suddenly becomes invisible without realizing.
Sarah silently floats over to the ruin where he was hiding, looking around, yet not noticing him a few feet away. Near the snow angel, it's cold- It's so, so cold.
"Why do you hide? You, more than most, should know I arrive all the same..." They think it's a surviving mortal that they heard- not another Will.
Despite the cold intensifying, it seems to not bother him much due to the nature of his rebirth. He slowly tries to float back away from her.
Szerucharz is shaving ice off the mountaintops to prevent avalanches, and to put some ice in his enormous goblet of gods' blood. His cup is oversized even for him.
Phantom notices the colossal Will, initially fearful before recognizing a familiar energy about him. The Ghost teen would slowly and quietly fly over to the Butcher.
A third eye opens, this one orange, and slowly turns to Phantom. The Butcher takes a deep sniff with his invisible nose. "You seem like you'd make a good hero. Shame you were born from my power."
Phantom stops his movement as he looks up at the Will. "What do you mean by that?" He says, his voice laced with nervousness and curiosity.
"I can taste it in your aura. Your flavor is similar to mine. Occult and deathly in origin. The kind of strength found in a dying universe, but in the hands of a mere boy. I hope you use it well." He pauses his harvest for a second. "You know, I'm personally responsible for your existence, I believe. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't try and help you." He turns his massive body to face Danny.
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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.
Slayer begins to 'remove' ice structures though... less than slow and careful methods, leaving mist where ice used to be.
Bedman almost says something else but remains silent and follows after them.
Phantom is now invisible as he is actively hiding from Saraphym, trying to remain quiet.
The would enter Visk's forest. "And this is the giant forest made by a dragon Will, it border's the Fire Man's old domain before he disappeared. Everything here is massive and magical!"
Szerucharz is shaving ice off the mountaintops to prevent avalanches, and to put some ice in his enormous goblet of gods' blood. His cup is oversized even for him.
Phantom notices the colossal Will, initially fearful before recognizing a familiar energy about him. The Ghost teen would slowly and quietly fly over to the Butcher.
A third eye opens, this one orange, and slowly turns to Phantom. The Butcher takes a deep sniff with his invisible nose. "You seem like you'd make a good hero. Shame you were born from my power."
Phantom stops his movement as he looks up at the Will. "What do you mean by that?" He says, his voice laced with nervousness and curiosity.
"I can taste it in your aura. Your flavor is similar to mine. Occult and deathly in origin. The kind of strength found in a dying universe, but in the hands of a mere boy. I hope you use it well." He pauses his harvest for a second. "You know, I'm personally responsible for your existence, I believe. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't try and help you." He turns his massive body to face Danny.
"I'm still trying to cope with my new existence. A vampire said I'm a will now?" Phantom says as he looks down at his ghostly hands.
Sarahphym has added more to their developing city in the sky- which is large enough to almost look like a second, smaller moon- and is back in the Frostbitten Wastes to relax. With all the wintry desolation they caused here, this place is like their perfect vacation spot.
Orchid is helping tend to the divine tree they found, using their ambient godly power to keep the soil in peak condition.
Phantom sees her arrive and yelps, darting behind another structure to hide from her.
The Snow Angel hears them, stopping and turning to the snow-smothered remains of a cabin wall that Phantom ducked behind. They can sense the presence of Wills in their general area, though not their exact location.
"Who's there?" The angel of death calls out, summoning Nadir to their hand.
Phantom remains as quiet as he can, terrified at being found. As his fear sets in, he suddenly becomes invisible without realizing.
Sarah silently floats over to the ruin where he was hiding, looking around, yet not noticing him a few feet away. Near the snow angel, it's cold- It's so, so cold.
"Why do you hide? You, more than most, should know I arrive all the same..." They think it's a surviving mortal that they heard- not another Will.
Despite the cold intensifying, it seems to not bother him much due to the nature of his rebirth. He slowly tries to float back away from her.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
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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 is shaving ice off the mountaintops to prevent avalanches, and to put some ice in his enormous goblet of gods' blood. His cup is oversized even for him.
Phantom notices the colossal Will, initially fearful before recognizing a familiar energy about him. The Ghost teen would slowly and quietly fly over to the Butcher.
A third eye opens, this one orange, and slowly turns to Phantom. The Butcher takes a deep sniff with his invisible nose. "You seem like you'd make a good hero. Shame you were born from my power."
Phantom stops his movement as he looks up at the Will. "What do you mean by that?" He says, his voice laced with nervousness and curiosity.
"I can taste it in your aura. Your flavor is similar to mine. Occult and deathly in origin. The kind of strength found in a dying universe, but in the hands of a mere boy. I hope you use it well." He pauses his harvest for a second. "You know, I'm personally responsible for your existence, I believe. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't try and help you." He turns his massive body to face Danny.
"I'm still trying to cope with my new existence. A vampire said I'm a will now?" Phantom says as he looks down at his ghostly hands.
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
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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.
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
"Then go, see the world. Explore the vast reaches of this plane. You may call me for help whenever you need it, and when you are done, you may return to me if you need guidance. I will not coddle you, but I am responsible for your actions and safety."
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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.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
The Snow Angel turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
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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)
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
The Snow Angel turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
*Szerucharz is going to give Sarah a stern talking to after this.*
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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.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
The Snow Angel turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
*Szerucharz is going to give Sarah a stern talking to after this.*
*Yeah, I figured that'd be the case. I doubt these two would see eye to eye on anything, really. Well, except maybe a mutual disliking towards Faltros.*
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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)
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
"Then go, see the world. Explore the vast reaches of this plane. You may call me for help whenever you need it, and when you are done, you may return to me if you need guidance. I will not coddle you, but I am responsible for your actions and safety."
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
The Snow Angel turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
Once he thinks he is far enough away, he ducks behind something and takes some deep breaths despite not needing to breathe in his ghost form.
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
"Then go, see the world. Explore the vast reaches of this plane. You may call me for help whenever you need it, and when you are done, you may return to me if you need guidance. I will not coddle you, but I am responsible for your actions and safety."
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
"It is a terrible thing she did." The Butcher says, following Phantom's gaze. "I cannot fix things. I can only break them. I broke the ice, cursed this land so that nothing evil can stand for more than a day... but I cannot bring back any of the lost."
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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.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
The Snow Angel turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
*Szerucharz is going to give Sarah a stern talking to after this.*
*Yeah, I figured that'd be the case. I doubt these two would see eye to eye on anything, really. Well, except maybe a mutual disliking towards Faltros.*
*Two monsters, one with standards. It was never going to be okay.*
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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.
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
"Then go, see the world. Explore the vast reaches of this plane. You may call me for help whenever you need it, and when you are done, you may return to me if you need guidance. I will not coddle you, but I am responsible for your actions and safety."
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
"It is a terrible thing she did." The Butcher says, following Phantom's gaze. "I cannot fix things. I can only break them. I broke the ice, cursed this land so that nothing evil can stand for more than a day... but I cannot bring back any of the lost."
"I just hope they can find peace...are there wills that can grant that...?" Phantom asks looking back at them
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
"It is a terrible thing she did." The Butcher says, following Phantom's gaze. "I cannot fix things. I can only break them. I broke the ice, cursed this land so that nothing evil can stand for more than a day... but I cannot bring back any of the lost."
"I just hope they can find peace...are there wills that can grant that...?" Phantom asks looking back at them
"I am certain. There is a new Will. One with three heads. It seems to run the underworld. I'll try and make sure your friends and family find peace under their reign."
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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.
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
"It is a terrible thing she did." The Butcher says, following Phantom's gaze. "I cannot fix things. I can only break them. I broke the ice, cursed this land so that nothing evil can stand for more than a day... but I cannot bring back any of the lost."
"I just hope they can find peace...are there wills that can grant that...?" Phantom asks looking back at them
"I am certain. There is a new Will. One with three heads. It seems to run the underworld. I'll try and make sure your friends and family find peace under their reign."
Despite the cold intensifying, it seems to not bother him much due to the nature of his rebirth. He slowly tries to float back away from her.
"I can taste it in your aura. Your flavor is similar to mine. Occult and deathly in origin. The kind of strength found in a dying universe, but in the hands of a mere boy. I hope you use it well." He pauses his harvest for a second. "You know, I'm personally responsible for your existence, I believe. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't try and help you." He turns his massive body to face Danny.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Phantom is now invisible as he is actively hiding from Saraphym, trying to remain quiet.
The would enter Visk's forest. "And this is the giant forest made by a dragon Will, it border's the Fire Man's old domain before he disappeared. Everything here is massive and magical!"
"I'm still trying to cope with my new existence. A vampire said I'm a will now?" Phantom says as he looks down at his ghostly hands.
About a second after he floats out of her reach, The Angel whips around and slashes through the wall he was previously hiding behind, spraying snow and splinters in a wide arc as the structure is utterly destroyed. There is a second of silence, and then the Snow Angel continues their hunt in the general area of where the building once was.
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)
"It seems so. You can do anything. Be anything. But you cannot be mortal again. You can pretend to, but you'll outlive just everyone. So you're stuck like this until you are killed. Until then... what's something you've always wanted? Anything. Please don't say a girlfriend, though. So many Wills want mortal spouses and end up being terrible to them due to their contrasting natures."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Phantom takes a bit to think, still trying to calm his nerve from the revelations of the day. "I'd like to explore the world a bit...I never left my village before. My parents use to travel a lot before the settled here to do their experiments, they were a bit eccentric you see...maybe I could see the places they told me about."
Phantom is watching, wide eyed in terror as he floats further away slowly.
"Then go, see the world. Explore the vast reaches of this plane. You may call me for help whenever you need it, and when you are done, you may return to me if you need guidance. I will not coddle you, but I am responsible for your actions and safety."
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 turns once again to face Phantom, sensing a faint presence in a general direction but not knowing exactly where. As he flees, they just... stare, in his general direction. They're beginning to suspect that what they were chasing might not be mortal after all.
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 is going to give Sarah a stern talking to after this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, I figured that'd be the case. I doubt these two would see eye to eye on anything, really. Well, except maybe a mutual disliking towards Faltros.*
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)
"O-Okay, thank you sir." Phantom says a bit meekly, before they look back down at the wastes for a bit. Flashes of his old life, his family and friends, the village he grew up in. They are gone yet he remains. He only hopes he can make this second chance count for something.
Once he thinks he is far enough away, he ducks behind something and takes some deep breaths despite not needing to breathe in his ghost form.
"It is a terrible thing she did." The Butcher says, following Phantom's gaze. "I cannot fix things. I can only break them. I broke the ice, cursed this land so that nothing evil can stand for more than a day... but I cannot bring back any of the lost."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Two monsters, one with standards. It was never going to be okay.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I just hope they can find peace...are there wills that can grant that...?" Phantom asks looking back at them
"I am certain. There is a new Will. One with three heads. It seems to run the underworld. I'll try and make sure your friends and family find peace under their reign."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright, thank you." Phantom says.
The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
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)