The Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
"Immortality does make things dull at times, and it doesn't help that things have been relatively quiet as of late. I almost miss that one duel I had with Balatro."
"I remember when I almost died against Forerir. Fun times." He smiles fondly "It is good to see someone else who understands my dilemma, do you enjoy poetry?"
"On occasion. I'm more into sculpting and architecture myself."
"Ah, another artist, truly rare to find among deities. Quite wonderful."
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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.'
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
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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)
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
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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.'
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
"I'm glad we can see eye to eye on this." They pause, realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to meet with this 'Phantom'. Do you know where they went?" They sit up from their throne, which crumbles into snow.
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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)
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
"I'm glad we can see eye to eye on this." They pause, realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to meet with this 'Phantom'. Do you know where they went?" They sit up from their throne, which crumbles into snow.
He sips the remainder of his wine before with a satisfied sigh saying "They left a while back. They are by all means terrified of you, and I rather enjoy your company so reconsider leaving."
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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.'
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
"I'm glad we can see eye to eye on this." They pause, realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to meet with this 'Phantom'. Do you know where they went?" They sit up from their throne, which crumbles into snow.
He sips the remainder of his wine before with a satisfied sigh saying "They left a while back. They are by all means terrified of you, and I rather enjoy your company so reconsider leaving."
The Snow Angel stops. "Why would they be frightened? They are a Will, same as us- what do we have to fear?"
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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 dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
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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.
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
"I'm glad we can see eye to eye on this." They pause, realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to meet with this 'Phantom'. Do you know where they went?" They sit up from their throne, which crumbles into snow.
He sips the remainder of his wine before with a satisfied sigh saying "They left a while back. They are by all means terrified of you, and I rather enjoy your company so reconsider leaving."
The Snow Angel stops. "Why would they be frightened? They are a Will, same as us- what do we have to fear?"
“You almost killed them while they were mortal, and they do not yet understand the power they have. I am attempting to assist them with such.”
The dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
*Szerucharz is going to leave this one alone for now... He's not good with new Wills, as it seems.*
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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.
The dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
They see a man sitting at a fire, his skin pitch black, his eyes burning like coals. The attire he wears is quite nice, a obsidian black jacket sits on a log next to him, his charcoal gray dress shirt and black vest pristine, though his jeans a dress shoes are speckled with burning fragments of something. He doesn’t seem to notice the other will, instead staring intently at the flames
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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!”
They seem surprised to hear this, summoning Nadir to their hand again.
"Ah, that complicates things- and makes my search more urgent. We can't have any potential usurpers, now, can we? Our chat has been lovely, but for now I must bid you farewell."
They start to head in the last direction they sensed Phantom.
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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 dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
*Szerucharz is going to leave this one alone for now... He's not good with new Wills, as it seems.*
*I’m still debating her character. Either I’ll make her a neutral arms dealer for all Wills, or I’ll have her be a kinder deity who helps the oppressed fight against tyrants and help heroes bring safety to those embroiled in deadly conflict.*
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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.
The dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
*Szerucharz is going to leave this one alone for now... He's not good with new Wills, as it seems.*
*I’m still debating her character. Either I’ll make her a neutral arms dealer for all Wills, or I’ll have her be a kinder deity who helps the oppressed fight against tyrants and help heroes bring safety to those embroiled in deadly conflict.*
*Maybe a combination of the two. Perhaps she's an arms dealer for the oppressed.*
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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.
They seem surprised to hear this, summoning Nadir to their hand again.
"Ah, that complicates things- and makes my search more urgent. We can't have any potential usurpers, now, can we? Our chat has been lovely, but for now I must bid you farewell."
They start to head in the last direction they sensed Phantom.
Slayer, after being immediately told goodbye, leaves the icy wastes back to his home to gather some things before searching for Phantom himself.
Phantom has found one of the mortal settlements near the Frostbitten Wastes. He has managed to transform back into his human form so he can explore the settlement, pretending to be a simple traveler. The people are friendly to him, if a bit concerned by how young he looks. He would get some food and just rest a bit before deciding what to do next.
Phantom has found one of the mortal settlements near the Frostbitten Wastes. He has managed to transform back into his human form so he can explore the settlement, pretending to be a simple traveler. The people are friendly to him, if a bit concerned by how young he looks. He would get some food and just rest a bit before deciding what to do next.
He can see a snowstorm growing on the horizon, seemingly approaching the village at a slow yet determined pace. Some of the people in the village look to the storm with fear. One steps outside their home to see it, clutching a small wooden idol of an all-too-familiar winged figure to their chest.
The Snow Angel is on its way here.
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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)
Phantom has found one of the mortal settlements near the Frostbitten Wastes. He has managed to transform back into his human form so he can explore the settlement, pretending to be a simple traveler. The people are friendly to him, if a bit concerned by how young he looks. He would get some food and just rest a bit before deciding what to do next.
He can see a snowstorm growing on the horizon, seemingly approaching the village at a slow yet determined pace. Some of the people in the village look to the storm with fear. One steps outside their home to see it, clutching a small wooden idol of an all-too-familiar winged figure to their chest.
The Snow Angel is on its way here.
Phantom panics a bit and decides to not stick around. He would find a quiet place to transform and then take off, hoping to gain some ground on the Snow Angel.
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"Ah, another artist, truly rare to find among deities. Quite wonderful."
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.)
"Indeed. In the rare moments where one can take a break from fighting tooth and nail for one's little piece of the world, we seek to make those fleeting moments enjoyable."
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)
"Someone who truly understands. That is why in these fleeting moments I attempt to enjoy life as much as I can. Spending time with those I care about or find interesting, finding revelations in the beauty of the world."
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.)
"I'm glad we can see eye to eye on this." They pause, realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. I have to meet with this 'Phantom'. Do you know where they went?" They sit up from their throne, which crumbles into snow.
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 sips the remainder of his wine before with a satisfied sigh saying "They left a while back. They are by all means terrified of you, and I rather enjoy your company so reconsider leaving."
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.)
The Snow Angel stops. "Why would they be frightened? They are a Will, same as us- what do we have to fear?"
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 dust-swept northern foothills are sparsely inhabited, save for the occasional rabbit feeding on grasses or hawk feeding on rabbits. But a stranger now walks between the rocky peaks. An eight-foot-tall woman clad in rough black fabric and an iron mask with only a thin strip near the eyes being exposed. Her skin is an ashen grey and her eyes are orange. In one hand is a small hammer, and in the other is a pick. Her every footstep is accompanied by sparks and plumes of smoke rising from the ground, and stormy clouds already trail in the air above her, giving her the appearance of being surrounded by darkness. This is Soubera, God of the Tempest and Fire domains.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You almost killed them while they were mortal, and they do not yet understand the power they have. I am attempting to assist them with such.”
*Szerucharz is going to leave this one alone for now... He's not good with new Wills, as it seems.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They see a man sitting at a fire, his skin pitch black, his eyes burning like coals. The attire he wears is quite nice, a obsidian black jacket sits on a log next to him, his charcoal gray dress shirt and black vest pristine, though his jeans a dress shoes are speckled with burning fragments of something. He doesn’t seem to notice the other will, instead staring intently at the flames
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!”
They seem surprised to hear this, summoning Nadir to their hand again.
"Ah, that complicates things- and makes my search more urgent. We can't have any potential usurpers, now, can we? Our chat has been lovely, but for now I must bid you farewell."
They start to head in the last direction they sensed Phantom.
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)
*I’m still debating her character. Either I’ll make her a neutral arms dealer for all Wills, or I’ll have her be a kinder deity who helps the oppressed fight against tyrants and help heroes bring safety to those embroiled in deadly conflict.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Maybe a combination of the two. Perhaps she's an arms dealer for the oppressed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Slayer, after being immediately told goodbye, leaves the icy wastes back to his home to gather some things before searching for Phantom himself.
Phantom has found one of the mortal settlements near the Frostbitten Wastes. He has managed to transform back into his human form so he can explore the settlement, pretending to be a simple traveler. The people are friendly to him, if a bit concerned by how young he looks. He would get some food and just rest a bit before deciding what to do next.
*Phantom has only been a Will for like a day and he is already being hunted by a much stronger Will. It’s kind of hilarious.*
He can see a snowstorm growing on the horizon, seemingly approaching the village at a slow yet determined pace. Some of the people in the village look to the storm with fear. One steps outside their home to see it, clutching a small wooden idol of an all-too-familiar winged figure to their chest.
The Snow Angel is on its way here.
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)
*Im pretty sure that has never happened in all of the anger provoking characters I’ve made. Impressive.*
*He didn’t even do anything yet. 😭*
Phantom panics a bit and decides to not stick around. He would find a quiet place to transform and then take off, hoping to gain some ground on the Snow Angel.