They are silent for a few seconds, and don't seem bothered by their surroundings. "You know, I'm kinda surprised people are only just now noticing that I couldn't care less about these things. It's not like I've been hiding the fact that I don't care- not giving a damn, like, my whole thing."
He shrugs "Well most people assumed you had some kind of moral code considering you had the arrogance to judge others, but apparently you're the same scum you judge. And not caring is my thing, not yours." He says while sipping his wine "I would recommend you start caring if you plan to survive the winter though, wouldn't want to die to irony."
She clearly seems offended by his words, but can't articulate any sort of witty response- truly, they have no excuse for their actions or their fate. "...Well, it's a good thing I have plans to get power again. Not the same power, of course, but something else."
He sighs and shakes his head "Still haven't learned have you? Old and yet a child. You must learn to be content without power to be able to use it correctly." He says, like a parent disappointed with the words of their child "Young and foolish."
"Of course I'm not content with being able to do nothing! Besides, even if the best-case scenario happens, I'd still be dealing with a lot less power than I had before. Call me foolish all you want- I'm still ambitious."
"You aren't ambitious, you're stupid. You had power, you made a mistake and lost it all. You then turn around and try to get the power you lost back, even in a lesser degree that's entirely idiotic. You can do more than nothing, but you're too focused on what you no longer have to realize that."
They're visibly frustrated- but after a few seconds, they seem to give up on being mad: After all, they aren't a Will anymore, and he very much is. "...Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm still going to try. I'll have a lot of time to be humble or whatever while I'm doing that."
He stands up and the shadows around the room stop, going back to normal "You are disappointing indeed. When you return to power I will be watching. If you harm anyone again I will be watching. If you do not change from the person you are now I will know, and I will not show you mercy." He disappears, leaving them behind.
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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.'
the rats of Herionidus have seemingly been busy, a road snakes through their secluded orchard of Herionidian Trees, and the building project with the bridge and building has been going along nicely. Extending about 200 feet into the air at this point, the giant structure is a bright red with colorful roofs with intricate carvings of the Valley of Herionidus’ live, his death, and the original, intended grand purpose of the vampires, eternal happiness of humanity. The tiles are painted green, and hundreds of outcroppings jut out from the structure, strings of paper lanterns dot the entire building, and it smells as though a classic Herionidian feast was being prepared inside, a wonderfully smelling smoke drifting out of the windows and open doors. And they are still building upwards, when it’s done it seems it will be close to 500 feet tall. (Basically imagine the bathhouse from Spirited away)
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
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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)
*I wonder how Sara is gonna get her willhood back.*
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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!”
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*I wonder how Sara is gonna get her willhood back.*
*Honestly, I don't think they will. They're beyond a redemption arc what with the Frostbitten Wastes being their 'kick the puppy' moment fully cementing them as evil, and I feel them getting their powers back would kinda feel cheap. They're seeking power, sure- it just won't be that same power.*
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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)
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
*Ah, got it.*
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm just swinging by to check on how things have been before I head somewhere else."
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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)
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
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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.'
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
As they are travelling near the giant cypress, they notice a faint movement of something. A small creature resembling a snake slithers its way through the brambles and into the inner chambers of the tree.
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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)
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
As they are travelling near the giant cypress, they notice a faint movement of something. A small creature resembling a snake slithers its way through the brambles and into the inner chambers of the tree.
The Bed's head looks around for the snake, following after where it went as far as they can, their spiked tires making it easy to move through the swamp.
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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.'
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
<For after you finish the scene with Sarahphym>
Shortly after Cogintius meets with the now mortal Sarahphym, his guards return to his T.O.M., telling him another person has asked for his audience. They warn him about the swords, and the threatening gestures he first made when he arrived, and the strange garments he wears.
Dominition, after the close encounter with the Twin Flames, returns t making the town.He has noticed some strange rats scurrying about, all seem very obsessed with the dead apple trees. He ignores them and continues to build.
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
“Huh?” Phantoms slowly floats over to the lab and looks inside.
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
“Huh?” Phantoms slowly floats over to the lab and looks inside.
Inside is Happy Chaos in his gi, playing video games, which Phantom would have never seen before:
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
*Ah, got it.*
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm just swinging by to check on how things have been before I head somewhere else."
*I'm baaaaaaacccccccccckkkkk*
"That is none of your business, now that you have been evicted from the Mythos of Order. However, we have been doing well without you."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
He stands up and the shadows around the room stop, going back to normal "You are disappointing indeed. When you return to power I will be watching. If you harm anyone again I will be watching. If you do not change from the person you are now I will know, and I will not show you mercy." He disappears, leaving them behind.
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.)
*From Arch*
the rats of Herionidus have seemingly been busy, a road snakes through their secluded orchard of Herionidian Trees, and the building project with the bridge and building has been going along nicely. Extending about 200 feet into the air at this point, the giant structure is a bright red with colorful roofs with intricate carvings of the Valley of Herionidus’ live, his death, and the original, intended grand purpose of the vampires, eternal happiness of humanity. The tiles are painted green, and hundreds of outcroppings jut out from the structure, strings of paper lanterns dot the entire building, and it smells as though a classic Herionidian feast was being prepared inside, a wonderfully smelling smoke drifting out of the windows and open doors. And they are still building upwards, when it’s done it seems it will be close to 500 feet tall. (Basically imagine the bathhouse from Spirited away)
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
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 wonder how Sara is gonna get her willhood back.*
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!”
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Honestly, I don't think they will. They're beyond a redemption arc what with the Frostbitten Wastes being their 'kick the puppy' moment fully cementing them as evil, and I feel them getting their powers back would kinda feel cheap. They're seeking power, sure- it just won't be that same power.*
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, got it.*
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm just swinging by to check on how things have been before I head somewhere else."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Wait, gtg, back in a bit*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Anybody want to rp?*
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.)
*Sure!*
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
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)
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
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.)
As they are travelling near the giant cypress, they notice a faint movement of something. A small creature resembling a snake slithers its way through the brambles and into the inner chambers of the tree.
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 Bed's head looks around for the snake, following after where it went as far as they can, their spiked tires making it easy to move through the swamp.
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.)
<For after you finish the scene with Sarahphym>
Shortly after Cogintius meets with the now mortal Sarahphym, his guards return to his T.O.M., telling him another person has asked for his audience. They warn him about the swords, and the threatening gestures he first made when he arrived, and the strange garments he wears.
Dominition, after the close encounter with the Twin Flames, returns t making the town.He has noticed some strange rats scurrying about, all seem very obsessed with the dead apple trees. He ignores them and continues to build.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
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.)
“Huh?” Phantoms slowly floats over to the lab and looks inside.
Inside is Happy Chaos in his gi, playing video games, which Phantom would have never seen before:
*I'm baaaaaaacccccccccckkkkk*
"That is none of your business, now that you have been evicted from the Mythos of Order. However, we have been doing well without you."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ