He eventually stands up, making sure not to crush anyone underneath his form "I must continue my journey soon."
They shake their head again "No, I don't think so."
Slayer waves a hand, and a small plate of food appears next to Phantom "Eat, replenish yourself. An important part of training is rest."
The mortal would say their farewells to the Nameless King, wishing them luck on his journey and hoping he visits again.
”Oh, ok. So what do you like to do for fun?” Rendy asks.
”Thanks” Phantom says as he starts eating, the food being better then anything he has ever tasted.
The Nameless King gets on top of his dragon companion and flies off, waving them off.
“I usually just play games with the things my brother creates.”
Slayer just watches him eat, eating a bit himself, worried about the kid slightly.
“What sort of games do you like to play? I could play something with you” Rendy says.
”So, what else can you tell me about being a Will? The ones I’ve heard about are typically gods of some sort sort, like the Mighty God of Law or the Goddess of the Swamp and so on.“ Phantom asks.
He eventually stands up, making sure not to crush anyone underneath his form "I must continue my journey soon."
They shake their head again "No, I don't think so."
Slayer waves a hand, and a small plate of food appears next to Phantom "Eat, replenish yourself. An important part of training is rest."
The mortal would say their farewells to the Nameless King, wishing them luck on his journey and hoping he visits again.
”Oh, ok. So what do you like to do for fun?” Rendy asks.
”Thanks” Phantom says as he starts eating, the food being better then anything he has ever tasted.
The Nameless King gets on top of his dragon companion and flies off, waving them off.
“I usually just play games with the things my brother creates.”
Slayer just watches him eat, eating a bit himself, worried about the kid slightly.
“What sort of games do you like to play? I could play something with you” Rendy says.
”So, what else can you tell me about being a Will? The ones I’ve heard about are typically gods of some sort sort, like the Mighty God of Law or the Goddess of the Swamp and so on.“ Phantom asks.
“I usually play tag, sometimes brother brings a board game to play.” They say excitedly.
“Technically all wills have control over domains, fire, water, that sort of thing, or course your title may have nothing to do with what you control and rather who you are. I am Slayer, chill vampire lord. Actually what Is your name?”
“I usually play tag, sometimes brother brings a board game to play.” They say excitedly.
“Technically all wills have control over domains, fire, water, that sort of thing, or course your title may have nothing to do with what you control and rather who you are. I am Slayer, chill vampire lord. Actually what Is your name?”
“We can play a board game, or tag. I love games” Tendy says happily, little moth squeaks emanating from him.
”My name is Daniel, but my friends and family called me Danny.” He says, he face dropping for a moment at being reminded of their deaths, before he decides speak again. “So we have domains…I have ghostly powers, so I guess I have a death domain…? Is that how it works?”
“I usually play tag, sometimes brother brings a board game to play.” They say excitedly.
“Technically all wills have control over domains, fire, water, that sort of thing, or course your title may have nothing to do with what you control and rather who you are. I am Slayer, chill vampire lord. Actually what Is your name?”
“We can play a board game, or tag. I love games” Tendy says happily, little moth squeaks emanating from him.
”My name is Daniel, but my friends and family called me Danny.” He says, he face dropping for a moment at being reminded of their deaths, before he decides speak again. “So we have domains…I have ghostly powers, so I guess I have a death domain…? Is that how it works?”
They claps their hands excitedly “Let’s play tag, you can be it!” They clap their hands one more time and the realm around them shifts, like they are miles away.
“Well then Daniel, you most likely have the undeath domain.” He says calmly “I also have the undeath domain, but every will is different, even with the same domains.”
They claps their hands excitedly “Let’s play tag, you can be it!” They clap their hands one more time and the realm around them shifts, like they are miles away.
“Well then Daniel, you most likely have the undeath domain.” He says calmly “I also have the undeath domain, but every will is different, even with the same domains.”
Rendy blinks in confusion, before hoping up into the air. “Ready or not, here I come!” He shout as he starts flying and chasing after her at a moderate pace.
”I see. So I need to figure out what the Undeath domain means for me…” he says as he ponders.
They claps their hands excitedly “Let’s play tag, you can be it!” They clap their hands one more time and the realm around them shifts, like they are miles away.
“Well then Daniel, you most likely have the undeath domain.” He says calmly “I also have the undeath domain, but every will is different, even with the same domains.”
Rendy blinks in confusion, before hoping up into the air. “Ready or not, here I come!” He shout as he starts flying and chasing after her at a moderate pace.
”I see. So I need to figure out what the Undeath domain means for me…” he says as he ponders.
She begins to run, already enjoying herself, the terrain constantly shifting, Rendy getting closer as she runs. The area around them absolutely surreal.
“Ah, defining the meaning of things is actually one of my hobbies, I could help you with that as well.”
She begins to run, already enjoying herself, the terrain constantly shifting, Rendy getting closer as she runs. The area around them absolutely surreal.
“Ah, defining the meaning of things is actually one of my hobbies, I could help you with that as well.”
He makes sure not to go too fast so she gets some time to evade him, before he eventually taps her on the shoulder with his mandibles. “Tag, your it!” He says before he takes off at the same moderate pace.
”Sure, I’m going to have to figure this out eventually anyways.” He says as he sits up straight a bit in his chair. ”Then maybe I can do something with these powers. I could…protect other people…like a superhero.”
In that little Valley the rats have been staying in, their little bridge, overnight, extends to 100 feet long. Fog begins to swirl and flit around the river, and paper lanterns are positioned every 20 feet along the wood and stone bridge. A path is being constructed from the bridge out of the valley as well, although nobody sees who builds it either.
Word has spread of the new Herionidian cult to many corners of the Globe. Three nomadic groups of about 200 each and a main one set near the midway point of the River Herionidus inside the Miles long, lush valley. As is tradition in most Herionidian cults, they are setting up a large feast to celebrate the coming of the night.
In the city of order, Arsendir paces along the outer walls, in deep thought. Then, he climbs down out of sight of anyone, deep deep down to the sewers of the city, and even deeper down, down, down, down… into his birthplace, the temple of a long dead Titan, where he hatched and devoured his siblings. In this secret place, he sheds his ghostly skin for his true, serpentine form, and begins plotting.
The crown of slaughter is whispering words of hate, madness and revenge into its current bearer, its thorns digging deep into their flesh. Something is stirring inside its dark, spiteful mind. Across the world, its vengefulness inspires seeds of violence like a farmer sows his fields. In one village in the north, one not destroyed by Saraphym’s construction, a village fool is out one night fooling around with a horse’s skull and a black cloak, pretending to be a sort of vile monster, inspired by the horrors of the red festival. Late that night, as the crown’s influence spreads and takes root, a mob forms around this monster, blinded by rage… in the morning, the fool is dead.
The next week, the fool’s corpse is gone, and so is his grim costume. Two people, both having been part of the mob, have gone missing, and one villager has reported seeing a cloaked creature with a horse’s skull and a scythe in hand. The crown’s infectious spite has given rise to a hooden horse, a creature born from revenge.
*hey Yvonne, Arch asked me to ask you if you could look at your PM with them, as they can’t post new messages but they can edit their main post to add new messages.*
Foréir adjusts the crown “Patience my friend. You will have your revenge soon enough.”
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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!”
She begins to run, already enjoying herself, the terrain constantly shifting, Rendy getting closer as she runs. The area around them absolutely surreal.
“Ah, defining the meaning of things is actually one of my hobbies, I could help you with that as well.”
He makes sure not to go too fast so she gets some time to evade him, before he eventually taps her on the shoulder with his mandibles. “Tag, your it!” He says before he takes off at the same moderate pace.
”Sure, I’m going to have to figure this out eventually anyways.” He says as he sits up straight a bit in his chair. ”Then maybe I can do something with these powers. I could…protect other people…like a superhero.”
She laughs when she gets tagged and runs after them, although much slower than they are, obviously physically weak but passionate.
“Some kind of phantom? Oh wait I know a good name for you, how about…” he gives a dramatic pause “Danny Phantom?” He says with flare.
She begins to run, already enjoying herself, the terrain constantly shifting, Rendy getting closer as she runs. The area around them absolutely surreal.
“Ah, defining the meaning of things is actually one of my hobbies, I could help you with that as well.”
He makes sure not to go too fast so she gets some time to evade him, before he eventually taps her on the shoulder with his mandibles. “Tag, your it!” He says before he takes off at the same moderate pace.
”Sure, I’m going to have to figure this out eventually anyways.” He says as he sits up straight a bit in his chair. ”Then maybe I can do something with these powers. I could…protect other people…like a superhero.”
She laughs when she gets tagged and runs after them, although much slower than they are, obviously physically weak but passionate.
“Some kind of phantom? Oh wait I know a good name for you, how about…” he gives a dramatic pause “Danny Phantom?” He says with flare.
He would stay ahead for a little bit, before allowing her to start catching up to him.
”I like it!” Phantom says excitedly. “So ghost powers. I can fly, shoot green beans of energy, and turn invisible. Oh, ghosts can phase through stuff, maybe I can do that too!”
Sarahphym is back to searching for Phantom, four more Elder Tempests released from their floating temple like a hunter's hounds left to pursue fleeing game. Most of the tempests tear through fields and forests like the whirling storms they are, though one begins heading towards Slayer's manor.
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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)
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
I know about the plight of Arch. I wasn't sure if you could ask him though. I also read over some of the early posts so I know that Heronidian is Arch's creation.
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
I know about the plight of Arch. I wasn't sure if you could ask him though. I also read over some of the early posts so I know that Heronidian is Arch's creation.
*I got a reply from them.*
’The Herionidians are not protected by any wards, but aren’t exactly trusting of strangers. In addition, he would likely only interact with a small few of them, like a few hundred or thousand, as in the valley of Herionidus alone there are literal hundreds of thousands of them, because the valley goes on for hundreds of miles. In addition, the largest source of fresh water in the world is sourced from the valley, which is surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall cliffs besides the river entrance. The river is called the River Herionidus.’
The New Cult of Herionidus does not notice the greater will, partaking in a blissful, almost ritualistic celebration involving dancing, food, singing, and these strange small red and pink fruits, growing from some small trees around the valley, and an enormous one at the center, though nobody approaches that, as it has red leaves and vines that hang like nooses.
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
I know about the plight of Arch. I wasn't sure if you could ask him though. I also read over some of the early posts so I know that Heronidian is Arch's creation.
*I got a reply from them.*
’The Herionidians are not protected by any wards, but aren’t exactly trusting of strangers. In addition, he would likely only interact with a small few of them, like a few hundred or thousand, as in the valley of Herionidus alone there are literal hundreds of thousands of them, because the valley goes on for hundreds of miles. In addition, the largest source of fresh water in the world is sourced from the valley, which is surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall cliffs besides the river entrance. The river is called the River Herionidus.’
The New Cult of Herionidus does not notice the greater will, partaking in a blissful, almost ritualistic celebration involving dancing, food, singing, and these strange small red and pink fruits, growing from some small trees around the valley, and an enormous one at the center, though nobody approaches that, as it has red leaves and vines that hang like nooses.
<Oh cool thanks>
Dominition stares at the revelry in front of him, trying to comprehend what's happening.
"*Wheeze* These guys are weird... *wheeze* Why are they dancing around trees?"
However, Dominition feels a strange urge to pick one of the apples, even from the small tree high up on the cliff. He looks around quickly, then plucks one from the tree growing on the valleyside. He stuffs it in his back pocket. He stares at the small tree, then drips a small bit of his Bile Plague (affects vegetable matter) on it. It resists much longer than other trees, but till eventually withers at the roots, yet appears healthy. Dominition plucks another apple from it, but this one is slightly smaller. He picks the skin away and finds the inside completely white, with small black veins tracing through it. It has a stench of plague upon it.
"Ah, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
I know about the plight of Arch. I wasn't sure if you could ask him though. I also read over some of the early posts so I know that Heronidian is Arch's creation.
*I got a reply from them.*
’The Herionidians are not protected by any wards, but aren’t exactly trusting of strangers. In addition, he would likely only interact with a small few of them, like a few hundred or thousand, as in the valley of Herionidus alone there are literal hundreds of thousands of them, because the valley goes on for hundreds of miles. In addition, the largest source of fresh water in the world is sourced from the valley, which is surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall cliffs besides the river entrance. The river is called the River Herionidus.’
The New Cult of Herionidus does not notice the greater will, partaking in a blissful, almost ritualistic celebration involving dancing, food, singing, and these strange small red and pink fruits, growing from some small trees around the valley, and an enormous one at the center, though nobody approaches that, as it has red leaves and vines that hang like nooses.
<Oh cool thanks>
Dominition stares at the revelry in front of him, trying to comprehend what's happening.
"*Wheeze* These guys are weird... *wheeze* Why are they dancing around trees?"
However, Dominition feels a strange urge to pick one of the apples, even from the small tree high up on the cliff. He looks around quickly, then plucks one from the tree growing on the valleyside. He stuffs it in his back pocket. He stares at the small tree, then drips a small bit of his Bile Plague (affects vegetable matter) on it. It resists much longer than other trees, but till eventually withers at the roots, yet appears healthy. Dominition plucks another apple from it, but this one is slightly smaller. He picks the skin away and finds the inside completely white, with small black veins tracing through it. It has a stench of plague upon it.
"Oh this'll be fun. *wheeze*"
<On that ominous note, goodnight forums!>
*From Arch*
Despite the stench of plague, Dominition can taste in the air something so… Delicous, so forbidden, so terribly enticing… from the fruit. The rot can barely mask it. Whoever made these fruits, they smell real good.
The Herionidians are much too intoxicated and distracted by the party to notice any of this, from way down in the valley, away from the cliffs.
TF, under the disguise of a mortal man, with his divine aura disguised, is approaching Vespart.
Hellfire is approaching vespart with Zath'taron.
Kalus is doing the usual.
Savathún is exploring.
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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%.
I like cheese.
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“What sort of games do you like to play? I could play something with you” Rendy says.
”So, what else can you tell me about being a Will? The ones I’ve heard about are typically gods of some sort sort, like the Mighty God of Law or the Goddess of the Swamp and so on.“ Phantom asks.
“I usually play tag, sometimes brother brings a board game to play.” They say excitedly.
“Technically all wills have control over domains, fire, water, that sort of thing, or course your title may have nothing to do with what you control and rather who you are. I am Slayer, chill vampire lord. Actually what Is your name?”
“We can play a board game, or tag. I love games” Tendy says happily, little moth squeaks emanating from him.
”My name is Daniel, but my friends and family called me Danny.” He says, he face dropping for a moment at being reminded of their deaths, before he decides speak again. “So we have domains…I have ghostly powers, so I guess I have a death domain…? Is that how it works?”
They claps their hands excitedly “Let’s play tag, you can be it!” They clap their hands one more time and the realm around them shifts, like they are miles away.
“Well then Daniel, you most likely have the undeath domain.” He says calmly “I also have the undeath domain, but every will is different, even with the same domains.”
Rendy blinks in confusion, before hoping up into the air. “Ready or not, here I come!” He shout as he starts flying and chasing after her at a moderate pace.
”I see. So I need to figure out what the Undeath domain means for me…” he says as he ponders.
She begins to run, already enjoying herself, the terrain constantly shifting, Rendy getting closer as she runs. The area around them absolutely surreal.
“Ah, defining the meaning of things is actually one of my hobbies, I could help you with that as well.”
He makes sure not to go too fast so she gets some time to evade him, before he eventually taps her on the shoulder with his mandibles. “Tag, your it!” He says before he takes off at the same moderate pace.
”Sure, I’m going to have to figure this out eventually anyways.” He says as he sits up straight a bit in his chair. ”Then maybe I can do something with these powers. I could…protect other people…like a superhero.”
*From the great FriendlyArchfey themselves.*
In that little Valley the rats have been staying in, their little bridge, overnight, extends to 100 feet long. Fog begins to swirl and flit around the river, and paper lanterns are positioned every 20 feet along the wood and stone bridge. A path is being constructed from the bridge out of the valley as well, although nobody sees who builds it either.
Word has spread of the new Herionidian cult to many corners of the Globe. Three nomadic groups of about 200 each and a main one set near the midway point of the River Herionidus inside the Miles long, lush valley. As is tradition in most Herionidian cults, they are setting up a large feast to celebrate the coming of the night.
In the city of order, Arsendir paces along the outer walls, in deep thought. Then, he climbs down out of sight of anyone, deep deep down to the sewers of the city, and even deeper down, down, down, down… into his birthplace, the temple of a long dead Titan, where he hatched and devoured his siblings. In this secret place, he sheds his ghostly skin for his true, serpentine form, and begins plotting.
The crown of slaughter is whispering words of hate, madness and revenge into its current bearer, its thorns digging deep into their flesh. Something is stirring inside its dark, spiteful mind. Across the world, its vengefulness inspires seeds of violence like a farmer sows his fields. In one village in the north, one not destroyed by Saraphym’s construction, a village fool is out one night fooling around with a horse’s skull and a black cloak, pretending to be a sort of vile monster, inspired by the horrors of the red festival. Late that night, as the crown’s influence spreads and takes root, a mob forms around this monster, blinded by rage… in the morning, the fool is dead.
The next week, the fool’s corpse is gone, and so is his grim costume. Two people, both having been part of the mob, have gone missing, and one villager has reported seeing a cloaked creature with a horse’s skull and a scythe in hand. The crown’s infectious spite has given rise to a hooden horse, a creature born from revenge.
*hey Yvonne, Arch asked me to ask you if you could look at your PM with them, as they can’t post new messages but they can edit their main post to add new messages.*
Foréir adjusts the crown “Patience my friend. You will have your revenge soon enough.”
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!”
She laughs when she gets tagged and runs after them, although much slower than they are, obviously physically weak but passionate.
“Some kind of phantom? Oh wait I know a good name for you, how about…” he gives a dramatic pause “Danny Phantom?” He says with flare.
He would stay ahead for a little bit, before allowing her to start catching up to him.
”I like it!” Phantom says excitedly. “So ghost powers. I can fly, shoot green beans of energy, and turn invisible. Oh, ghosts can phase through stuff, maybe I can do that too!”
Sarahphym is back to searching for Phantom, four more Elder Tempests released from their floating temple like a hunter's hounds left to pursue fleeing game. Most of the tempests tear through fields and forests like the whirling storms they are, though one begins heading towards Slayer's manor.
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, here's that city the people told me about.*wheeze*"
Dominition pauses. He stares up at what looks like a shimmering field encompassing the City of Order, lacking any knowledge about this place.
"Shoot. *wheeze* This doesn't look easy to get into. *wheeze* Is that a Ward? *wheeze*"
Domintion stares dejectedly at the walls, then gives up on his pursuit.
"There's gotta be somewhere else that is a little less protected than that place, at least. *Wheeze* Maybe I should kill those guards after all..."
He walks away, back into the forest. Eventually, he comes upon a great river, with a lush valley aside it. He consults his map(?) and determines that this is, in fact, a big river. What intrigues him more, however, is the large number of peoples that are celebrating by the river.
<Is there a ward protecting the Heronidian nomads? Would Dominition be able to... give them great, nice things that are definitely not secretly plagues?>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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*Just as a heads up, the Heronidian and what is going on with them are part of TheFriendlyArchfey’s characters and their history. I was posting for them, but they don’t really have the ability to roleplay or speak on things without having someone else to speak for them due to the glitch that happened to their account*
I know about the plight of Arch. I wasn't sure if you could ask him though. I also read over some of the early posts so I know that Heronidian is Arch's creation.
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*I got a reply from them.*
’The Herionidians are not protected by any wards, but aren’t exactly trusting of strangers. In addition, he would likely only interact with a small few of them, like a few hundred or thousand, as in the valley of Herionidus alone there are literal hundreds of thousands of them, because the valley goes on for hundreds of miles. In addition, the largest source of fresh water in the world is sourced from the valley, which is surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall cliffs besides the river entrance. The river is called the River Herionidus.’
The New Cult of Herionidus does not notice the greater will, partaking in a blissful, almost ritualistic celebration involving dancing, food, singing, and these strange small red and pink fruits, growing from some small trees around the valley, and an enormous one at the center, though nobody approaches that, as it has red leaves and vines that hang like nooses.
<Oh cool thanks>
Dominition stares at the revelry in front of him, trying to comprehend what's happening.
"*Wheeze* These guys are weird... *wheeze* Why are they dancing around trees?"
However, Dominition feels a strange urge to pick one of the apples, even from the small tree high up on the cliff. He looks around quickly, then plucks one from the tree growing on the valleyside. He stuffs it in his back pocket. He stares at the small tree, then drips a small bit of his Bile Plague (affects vegetable matter) on it. It resists much longer than other trees, but till eventually withers at the roots, yet appears healthy. Dominition plucks another apple from it, but this one is slightly smaller. He picks the skin away and finds the inside completely white, with small black veins tracing through it. It has a stench of plague upon it.
"Oh this'll be fun. *wheeze*"
<On that ominous note, goodnight forums!>
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*From Arch*
Despite the stench of plague, Dominition can taste in the air something so… Delicous, so forbidden, so terribly enticing… from the fruit. The rot can barely mask it. Whoever made these fruits, they smell real good.
The Herionidians are much too intoxicated and distracted by the party to notice any of this, from way down in the valley, away from the cliffs.
TF, under the disguise of a mortal man, with his divine aura disguised, is approaching Vespart.
Hellfire is approaching vespart with Zath'taron.
Kalus is doing the usual.
Savathún is exploring.
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.