From all across the world, various stations have been set up, looking like mortars for a world wide attack, obviously Foréir’s handy work. But that’s far from what they are. As they all fire at the same time, projectiles streaking across the sky. When they reach their highest point, they explode into the names of various wills, along with a befitting epithet. Cognitus, The God of Knowledge. Szerucharz, The God Butcher. Slayer, The Vampiric Dandy Man. Xezitihic, Commander of The Primordial Elements and many, many more. Once each will alive (and a few dead. Rest In Pieces, Faltros) have been listed, one fine firework rises into the sky, higher than all others “Happy New Year to you all!”-Foréir, Lord of The Forge
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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!”
From all across the world, various stations have been set up, looking like mortars for a world wide attack, obviously Foréir’s handy work. But that’s far from what they are. As they all fire at the same time, projectiles streaking across the sky. When they reach their highest point, they explode into the names of various wills, along with a befitting epithet. Cognitus, The God of Knowledge. Szerucharz, The God Butcher. Slayer, The Vampiric Dandy Man. Xezitihic, Commander of The Primordial Elements and many, many more. Once each will alive (and a few dead. Rest In Pieces, Faltros) have been listed, one fine firework rises into the sky, higher than all others “Happy New Year to you all!”-Foréir, Lord of The Forge
*Ill keep the reactions minimum*
Happy is cackling like a madman, same as the Artist. Having one of the best days of his life.
Slayer gives a slightly laugh, raising an eyebrow “Really Forerir? Vampiric Dandy man?” And toast to the new year.
The Frenzy lets everyone in their collective watch the fireworks, unanimously celebrating.
The Nameless King parts the storm, letting all in the Nameless City witness.
The Moon Presence does the same with New Yharnman, parting the rift in reality.
Bedman watches, not through some telepathic link, but with his eyes, him and Delilah both awake for this special event.
As the day comes to an end, and this world reaches another year of existence, something becomes noticeable as the sun begins to set. No matter where you are, mountains or valleys, cities or plains, the sky above, and the stars within begin to shift. At first the changes are small and slow, but as it progresses, the stars begin to take shape and constellations begin to be seen. First forms Happy Chaos, the grinning madman, then others soon follow, Cog and Slayer, Xezitihic and the Platylord, the Artist and Forerir. Eventually, everyone has their place in the sky, people who we've met, and places for the wills soon to come, all with their own personalities on full display, a family photo of the gods in the sky if you will. With Szerucharz in the middle, all with a signature of Happy's, marking his handiwork on the celestial tapestry, saying 'Happy new years.'
Cog, celebrating with the city in a grand, joyful yet organized party, nods. "Quite a high quality monument, even from the man who's done so much against humanity. I grant appreciation to him for this art."
Faltros is dead. But those who still follow him look to the sky and remember the things he did.
The followers of Somnium wake up both literally and metaphorically to admire the constellations. Although, like Faltros, the one they followed is dead, they also remember him.
The void watches this occasion from afar. For one planar year this realm has survived. Here's to it that it lasts for even longer.
The Tree of Divinity's forest is filled with joy and laughter as they look in the sky and play.
Cimex looks up at the sky. "Pretty nice, huh?"
Overall, everyone appreciates the moment and how far this world has come.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
As the day comes to an end, and this world reaches another year of existence, something becomes noticeable as the sun begins to set. No matter where you are, mountains or valleys, cities or plains, the sky above, and the stars within begin to shift. At first the changes are small and slow, but as it progresses, the stars begin to take shape and constellations begin to be seen. First forms Happy Chaos, the grinning madman, then others soon follow, Cog and Slayer, Xezitihic and the Platylord, the Artist and Forerir. Eventually, everyone has their place in the sky, people who we've met, and places for the wills soon to come, all with their own personalities on full display, a family photo of the gods in the sky if you will. With Szerucharz in the middle, all with a signature of Happy's, marking his handiwork on the celestial tapestry, saying 'Happy new years.'
Many white ravens take to the sky to observe the sky, returning to the Veiled Archives where they fuse with a large domed ceilings of one of the owners of Hekzia's grand library, slowly replicating Happy Chaos's wonderful starry gift. The black serpent watches the highly detailed and accurately scaled mural with a smile. "Leaving your mark even in death? What a wonderful story you tell"
The three dragon wills, having only just returned to the land of the living, look up at the sky. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise for us to return too" Mephilia says. "He might be destructive and insane, but you can't argue that he has an interesting flare to him. It's nice to be reminded of the kindness he can express...." Volumdremaak adds. "Oh, how lovely. Can you feel it in the air, we must join in on this wonderful celebration." Visk jovially speaks.
Xezithic looks up at the sky at the constellations. It is uncertain if it will care for such platitudes in the coming days, but for today....he will bask in the lovely sentiment.
Rendy looks up at the sky in awe, happy that he got to see such a pretty sky before he goes into hibernation.
Alabastor and Leonardo have met up, looking up at the sky and reminiscing with each other of a simpler time before their ascensions, swapping stories of their times as the chosen of Mephilia and Volumdremaak respectively. They feast and drink with the celebrating mortals, enjoying the feeling of just being a mortal again, even for a moment.
Zath'Taron and Zakator are watching the sky together, the latter feeling great fortune at being born on such a wondrous day. The two discuss the future, and how they plan to bring greater prosperity and stability to their kingdoms and the world beyond.
Amidst the neverending fighting within her realm, only Ezeroc takes notice of the sky. So many wills, so much competition in her quest for dominion and survival. To see it so bluntly and plainly is frightening, and yet she can't help but feel a sense of cruel excitement. The greater and more numerous the competition, the greater the satisfaction will be when she conquers them all.
Phantom looks up at the sky, admiring Happy's work and delighted to see the joy and excitement the mortals and Will alike have for it. He would pop back into Szerucharz's realm where Happy is. "I think everyone really appreciates your gift Happy."
From all across the world, various stations have been set up, looking like mortars for a world wide attack, obviously Foréir’s handy work. But that’s far from what they are. As they all fire at the same time, projectiles streaking across the sky. When they reach their highest point, they explode into the names of various wills, along with a befitting epithet. Cognitus, The God of Knowledge. Szerucharz, The God Butcher. Slayer, The Vampiric Dandy Man. Xezitihic, Commander of The Primordial Elements and many, many more. Once each will alive (and a few dead. Rest In Pieces, Faltros) have been listed, one fine firework rises into the sky, higher than all others “Happy New Year to you all!”-Foréir, Lord of The Forge
Essentially the same reactions as Happy's. Cog smiles to see even more celebrations.
As the day comes to an end, and this world reaches another year of existence, something becomes noticeable as the sun begins to set. No matter where you are, mountains or valleys, cities or plains, the sky above, and the stars within begin to shift. At first the changes are small and slow, but as it progresses, the stars begin to take shape and constellations begin to be seen. First forms Happy Chaos, the grinning madman, then others soon follow, Cog and Slayer, Xezitihic and the Platylord, the Artist and Forerir. Eventually, everyone has their place in the sky, people who we've met, and places for the wills soon to come, all with their own personalities on full display, a family photo of the gods in the sky if you will. With Szerucharz in the middle, all with a signature of Happy's, marking
Phantom looks up at the sky, admiring Happy's work and delighted to see the joy and excitement the mortals and Will alike have for it. He would pop back into Szerucharz's realm where Happy is. "I think everyone really appreciates your gift Happy."
Happy smiles, pausing the TV “I’m happy I could do it, I didn’t know everyone would like it, but I did it because I knew I would.”
As the day comes to an end, and this world reaches another year of existence, something becomes noticeable as the sun begins to set. No matter where you are, mountains or valleys, cities or plains, the sky above, and the stars within begin to shift. At first the changes are small and slow, but as it progresses, the stars begin to take shape and constellations begin to be seen. First forms Happy Chaos, the grinning madman, then others soon follow, Cog and Slayer, Xezitihic and the Platylord, the Artist and Forerir. Eventually, everyone has their place in the sky, people who we've met, and places for the wills soon to come, all with their own personalities on full display, a family photo of the gods in the sky if you will. With Szerucharz in the middle, all with a signature of Happy's, marking
Phantom looks up at the sky, admiring Happy's work and delighted to see the joy and excitement the mortals and Will alike have for it. He would pop back into Szerucharz's realm where Happy is. "I think everyone really appreciates your gift Happy."
Happy smiles, pausing the TV “I’m happy I could do it, I didn’t know everyone would like it, but I did it because I knew I would.”
"Not surprising. Welp, hopefully this next year is a good one."
Cog decides to create something of his own. He takes out a book created at the very beginning of the Mythos of Order between him and Clepsydris. A book that details every event in history. The Book of Time. He flips through the pages. He reminisces on good times, solemnly remembers bad times, and recalls everything since his appearance into this world. Using the Book of Time as a reference source, he causes various lights to appear in the sky like others have done. They connect in depictions of key events-- the appearance of Wills into the realm, the Godless Ones' fall, the defeating of Faltros, as well as more sad moments such as the death of Herionidus. Overall, it summarizes the entirety of the world's history, as a message is written into the sky.
"We at the City of Order wish all a Happy New Year. May this world live in peace and harmony for more and more years to come.
Signed, Cogintius, God of Knowledge, Order, Arcana, Life and Peace, of The City of Order and its Mythos."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
amidst the ongoing celebrations, a child is born. Not a particularly important child, not with particularly important parents. Born in the city of order, of a baker and a waitress. The only remarkable thing about the family is that the waitress was the daughter of a cultist of the hate beneath the earth, an old cult dedicated to Faltros and who knows what else. When they were born, the old symbols of the cult appeared in the scorched wood of the nearby fire, a spiral staircase, infinitely circling down.
up in a high tower near the center of the city, Arsendir is spending the hours in an observatory, enjoying the show. This isn’t actually Arsendir, though, one of his many shades spread throughout the city to help keep the order, to do his part in keeping the city safe.
Where Arsendir’s true essence lies is deep beneath the earth in it’s hatching place, where it is in it’s true form, concocting scheme after scheme… and crafting a true artifact. With the finest silks, the most expensive feathers, the most pristine wood, everything of perfect quality… they craft.
Sargassa surfaces, almost unrecognizable after months of perfecting her form, for now…
the rats of Herionidus are busy adding the finishing touches to their new stronghold, a manor reaching into the sky, surrounded by an orchard of Herionidian trees, right on the bank of the world’s longest river, originally gifted to humanity by their patron god, Dead Herionidus.
the crown is silent for now, respecting both the new years and the anniversary of the birth of their first bearer.
As the day comes to an end, and this world reaches another year of existence, something becomes noticeable as the sun begins to set. No matter where you are, mountains or valleys, cities or plains, the sky above, and the stars within begin to shift. At first the changes are small and slow, but as it progresses, the stars begin to take shape and constellations begin to be seen. First forms Happy Chaos, the grinning madman, then others soon follow, Cog and Slayer, Xezitihic and the Platylord, the Artist and Forerir. Eventually, everyone has their place in the sky, people who we've met, and places for the wills soon to come, all with their own personalities on full display, a family photo of the gods in the sky if you will. With Szerucharz in the middle, all with a signature of Happy's, marking
Phantom looks up at the sky, admiring Happy's work and delighted to see the joy and excitement the mortals and Will alike have for it. He would pop back into Szerucharz's realm where Happy is. "I think everyone really appreciates your gift Happy."
Happy smiles, pausing the TV “I’m happy I could do it, I didn’t know everyone would like it, but I did it because I knew I would.”
"Not surprising. Welp, hopefully this next year is a good one."
“It’s definitely going to be better than last year, I’ll make it goes that way. Though no one may want that, considering I’m mentally ill.”
The Platylord rampages. He destroys a massive castle.
(Say, Gibber, what happened to the Void?)
Cimex is happily strolling through the world, then sees him. "Say, what's happened here?"
(Scrapped it because it was insanely boring and basically had its whole thing as doing nothing. It still watches, just from afar.)
The Platylord senses the presence of prey a potential new friend! Yeah, friend. That's it.
"Reckoning happened, rabbit."
He sweeps some rubble aside, then swats a fleeing human.
"What of you? I sense youth. Are you a newborn WIll?"
"Sure am! You seem new too, although not as much as me." He takes out a comically large stick from seemingly nowhere, dashes over to the ruins and begins poking the rubble. "Hmmmm, if I had to guess, I'd say this place was destroyed by you. What'd they do to make ya' mad?"
"Ah, yes. The castle. They decided to worship an Ancient Black Dragon. I put an end to it." With this statement, he nudges aside a chunk of rubble, revealing a massive diorama of a Black Dragon.
The Platylord rampages. He destroys a massive castle.
(Say, Gibber, what happened to the Void?)
Cimex is happily strolling through the world, then sees him. "Say, what's happened here?"
(Scrapped it because it was insanely boring and basically had its whole thing as doing nothing. It still watches, just from afar.)
The Platylord senses the presence of prey a potential new friend! Yeah, friend. That's it.
"Reckoning happened, rabbit."
He sweeps some rubble aside, then swats a fleeing human.
"What of you? I sense youth. Are you a newborn WIll?"
"Sure am! You seem new too, although not as much as me." He takes out a comically large stick from seemingly nowhere, dashes over to the ruins and begins poking the rubble. "Hmmmm, if I had to guess, I'd say this place was destroyed by you. What'd they do to make ya' mad?"
"Ah, yes. The castle. They decided to worship an Ancient Black Dragon. I put an end to it." With this statement, he nudges aside a chunk of rubble, revealing a massive diorama of a Black Dragon.
<Um Gibber you sort of left me hanging here...>
*Sorry, didn't see this*
"Oh, that's a real interesting creature. Also kinda terrifying. Whoever made that must've been a little crazy "
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Visk would visit the forest he created, learning that Foreir has moved on from the place. "Well, at least these woods held up for him. Hope the fellow is doing well. Now why don't we give you all a little boost." he muses as he pours his power into the forest, revitalizing it. Then he travels on, exploring other verdant locations.
Zeon and the Elemental quartet has resumed their "philosophical" battling, causing various natural disasters and surges of elemental destruction as the two sides of Xezithic seek to determine which side is stronger.
Rendy is still working on his cocoon on top of the huge cypress tree in the Amber Swamp.
Many chromatic dragons have begun to travel in mass to the Hellion Rings after sensing the birth of Zakator. The Chromatic Acquisitor meets with this dragons, offering them to join his following. Many of them do as they begin to carve out lairs in his newly forming dominion he calls The Prismatic Treasury.
Ezeroc continues to work on greater transformations for her strongest and most devout followers as she is close to reaching level 3.
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
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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.'
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
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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.'
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
Volumdremaak is momentarily startled by Happy's sudden appearance. "Happy?!"
Mephilia briefly looks up from her workbench, before her gaze returns to it. "You have quite a lot of nerve returning here after what you attempted Happy Chaos" she says, her tone stern but not all together hostile.
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
Volumdremaak is momentarily startled by Happy's sudden appearance. "Happy?!"
Mephilia briefly looks up from her workbench, before her gaze returns to it. "You have quite a lot of nerve returning here after what you attempted Happy Chaos" she says, her tone stern but not all together hostile.
He turns to her with a smile plastered onto his face "It's good to see you again, did you know I died?"
He leans against one of the walls, a wide grin on his face "Mephilia, you know me, I have a lot of nerve in everything I do. I'm not here to cause destruction, just here to visit my old friends, I'm dead now anyway."
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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.'
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
Volumdremaak is momentarily startled by Happy's sudden appearance. "Happy?!"
Mephilia briefly looks up from her workbench, before her gaze returns to it. "You have quite a lot of nerve returning here after what you attempted Happy Chaos" she says, her tone stern but not all together hostile.
He turns to her with a smile plastered onto his face "It's good to see you again, did you know I died?"
He leans against one of the walls, a wide grin on his face "Mephilia, you know me, I have a lot of nerve in everything I do. I'm not here to cause destruction, just here to visit my old friends, I'm dead now anyway."
"Dead? How were you slain? I mean, I'm not all that surprised considering what you were up to before but which pissed off Will ended up doing so?"
"Means very little when the dead freely roam around in our kingdom. However, I know my partner's domains don't extend to dead Wills, so how are you here?"Mephilia questions.
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
Volumdremaak is momentarily startled by Happy's sudden appearance. "Happy?!"
Mephilia briefly looks up from her workbench, before her gaze returns to it. "You have quite a lot of nerve returning here after what you attempted Happy Chaos" she says, her tone stern but not all together hostile.
He turns to her with a smile plastered onto his face "It's good to see you again, did you know I died?"
He leans against one of the walls, a wide grin on his face "Mephilia, you know me, I have a lot of nerve in everything I do. I'm not here to cause destruction, just here to visit my old friends, I'm dead now anyway."
"Dead? How were you slain? I mean, I'm not all that surprised considering what you were up to before but which pissed off Will ended up doing so?"
"Means very little when the dead freely roam around in our kingdom. However, I know my partner's domains don't extend to dead Wills, so how are you here?"Mephilia questions.
"The God butcher, we had a battle of philosophy, which we tied, and then a battle of power, which I get absolutely demolished in. I mean it wasn't even close, but it was fun, did you like my painting?"
He smiles genuinely "That's the thing, I'm not, still dead as a doornail. This is just a projection, also, quick hypothetical, what would you do if I give one of your citizens nearly divine power because of bias?"
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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.'
From all across the world, various stations have been set up, looking like mortars for a world wide attack, obviously Foréir’s handy work. But that’s far from what they are. As they all fire at the same time, projectiles streaking across the sky. When they reach their highest point, they explode into the names of various wills, along with a befitting epithet. Cognitus, The God of Knowledge. Szerucharz, The God Butcher. Slayer, The Vampiric Dandy Man. Xezitihic, Commander of The Primordial Elements and many, many more. Once each will alive (and a few dead. Rest In Pieces, Faltros) have been listed, one fine firework rises into the sky, higher than all others “Happy New Year to you all!”-Foréir, Lord of The Forge
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!”
*Ill keep the reactions minimum*
Happy is cackling like a madman, same as the Artist. Having one of the best days of his life.
Slayer gives a slightly laugh, raising an eyebrow “Really Forerir? Vampiric Dandy man?” And toast to the new year.
The Frenzy lets everyone in their collective watch the fireworks, unanimously celebrating.
The Nameless King parts the storm, letting all in the Nameless City witness.
The Moon Presence does the same with New Yharnman, parting the rift in reality.
Bedman watches, not through some telepathic link, but with his eyes, him and Delilah both awake for this special event.
Cog, celebrating with the city in a grand, joyful yet organized party, nods. "Quite a high quality monument, even from the man who's done so much against humanity. I grant appreciation to him for this art."
Faltros is dead. But those who still follow him look to the sky and remember the things he did.
The followers of Somnium wake up both literally and metaphorically to admire the constellations. Although, like Faltros, the one they followed is dead, they also remember him.
The void watches this occasion from afar. For one planar year this realm has survived. Here's to it that it lasts for even longer.
The Tree of Divinity's forest is filled with joy and laughter as they look in the sky and play.
Cimex looks up at the sky. "Pretty nice, huh?"
Overall, everyone appreciates the moment and how far this world has come.
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
Many white ravens take to the sky to observe the sky, returning to the Veiled Archives where they fuse with a large domed ceilings of one of the owners of Hekzia's grand library, slowly replicating Happy Chaos's wonderful starry gift. The black serpent watches the highly detailed and accurately scaled mural with a smile. "Leaving your mark even in death? What a wonderful story you tell"
The three dragon wills, having only just returned to the land of the living, look up at the sky. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise for us to return too" Mephilia says. "He might be destructive and insane, but you can't argue that he has an interesting flare to him. It's nice to be reminded of the kindness he can express...." Volumdremaak adds. "Oh, how lovely. Can you feel it in the air, we must join in on this wonderful celebration." Visk jovially speaks.
Xezithic looks up at the sky at the constellations. It is uncertain if it will care for such platitudes in the coming days, but for today....he will bask in the lovely sentiment.
Rendy looks up at the sky in awe, happy that he got to see such a pretty sky before he goes into hibernation.
Alabastor and Leonardo have met up, looking up at the sky and reminiscing with each other of a simpler time before their ascensions, swapping stories of their times as the chosen of Mephilia and Volumdremaak respectively. They feast and drink with the celebrating mortals, enjoying the feeling of just being a mortal again, even for a moment.
Zath'Taron and Zakator are watching the sky together, the latter feeling great fortune at being born on such a wondrous day. The two discuss the future, and how they plan to bring greater prosperity and stability to their kingdoms and the world beyond.
Amidst the neverending fighting within her realm, only Ezeroc takes notice of the sky. So many wills, so much competition in her quest for dominion and survival. To see it so bluntly and plainly is frightening, and yet she can't help but feel a sense of cruel excitement. The greater and more numerous the competition, the greater the satisfaction will be when she conquers them all.
Phantom looks up at the sky, admiring Happy's work and delighted to see the joy and excitement the mortals and Will alike have for it. He would pop back into Szerucharz's realm where Happy is. "I think everyone really appreciates your gift Happy."
Essentially the same reactions as Happy's. Cog smiles to see even more celebrations.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Happy smiles, pausing the TV “I’m happy I could do it, I didn’t know everyone would like it, but I did it because I knew I would.”
"Not surprising. Welp, hopefully this next year is a good one."
Cog decides to create something of his own. He takes out a book created at the very beginning of the Mythos of Order between him and Clepsydris. A book that details every event in history. The Book of Time. He flips through the pages. He reminisces on good times, solemnly remembers bad times, and recalls everything since his appearance into this world. Using the Book of Time as a reference source, he causes various lights to appear in the sky like others have done. They connect in depictions of key events-- the appearance of Wills into the realm, the Godless Ones' fall, the defeating of Faltros, as well as more sad moments such as the death of Herionidus. Overall, it summarizes the entirety of the world's history, as a message is written into the sky.
"We at the City of Order wish all a Happy New Year. May this world live in peace and harmony for more and more years to come.
Signed, Cogintius, God of Knowledge, Order, Arcana, Life and Peace, of The City of Order and its Mythos."
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*From Arch*
amidst the ongoing celebrations, a child is born. Not a particularly important child, not with particularly important parents. Born in the city of order, of a baker and a waitress. The only remarkable thing about the family is that the waitress was the daughter of a cultist of the hate beneath the earth, an old cult dedicated to Faltros and who knows what else. When they were born, the old symbols of the cult appeared in the scorched wood of the nearby fire, a spiral staircase, infinitely circling down.
up in a high tower near the center of the city, Arsendir is spending the hours in an observatory, enjoying the show. This isn’t actually Arsendir, though, one of his many shades spread throughout the city to help keep the order, to do his part in keeping the city safe.
Where Arsendir’s true essence lies is deep beneath the earth in it’s hatching place, where it is in it’s true form, concocting scheme after scheme… and crafting a true artifact. With the finest silks, the most expensive feathers, the most pristine wood, everything of perfect quality… they craft.
Sargassa surfaces, almost unrecognizable after months of perfecting her form, for now…
the rats of Herionidus are busy adding the finishing touches to their new stronghold, a manor reaching into the sky, surrounded by an orchard of Herionidian trees, right on the bank of the world’s longest river, originally gifted to humanity by their patron god, Dead Herionidus.
the crown is silent for now, respecting both the new years and the anniversary of the birth of their first bearer.
“It’s definitely going to be better than last year, I’ll make it goes that way. Though no one may want that, considering I’m mentally ill.”
<Um Gibber you sort of left me hanging here...>
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"Oh, that's a real interesting creature. Also kinda terrifying. Whoever made that must've been a little crazy "
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Volumdremaak, after resting from the celebrations of yesterday, takes off from the Kingdom of Concordia to explore the world and return to her duties of soul collecting. She shadowy form gliding across the sky.
Mephilia returns to her forge, ready to make more improvements to her kingdom's defenses and infrastructure.
Visk would visit the forest he created, learning that Foreir has moved on from the place. "Well, at least these woods held up for him. Hope the fellow is doing well. Now why don't we give you all a little boost." he muses as he pours his power into the forest, revitalizing it. Then he travels on, exploring other verdant locations.
Zeon and the Elemental quartet has resumed their "philosophical" battling, causing various natural disasters and surges of elemental destruction as the two sides of Xezithic seek to determine which side is stronger.
Rendy is still working on his cocoon on top of the huge cypress tree in the Amber Swamp.
Many chromatic dragons have begun to travel in mass to the Hellion Rings after sensing the birth of Zakator. The Chromatic Acquisitor meets with this dragons, offering them to join his following. Many of them do as they begin to carve out lairs in his newly forming dominion he calls The Prismatic Treasury.
Ezeroc continues to work on greater transformations for her strongest and most devout followers as she is close to reaching level 3.
Happy Chaos's ghostly, holographic forms decides to visit the resurrection of his old friends, now truly dead himself, he's curious how they will react. He makes sure that the mortals are unable to see him, though he does leave a 'gift' at his old sandwich place. The gift being a weapon that would grant the user power that rivals the divine. Two versions of him go to each temple, looking for his old chums.
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.)
Volumdremaak is currently collecting souls, but Mephilia is in her temple forge crafting new blueprints for city improvements.
One of the holograms appears next to Vol, flying like Superman and making wind sounds. The other just says "Knock knock." As soon as their in view.
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.)
Volumdremaak is momentarily startled by Happy's sudden appearance. "Happy?!"
Mephilia briefly looks up from her workbench, before her gaze returns to it. "You have quite a lot of nerve returning here after what you attempted Happy Chaos" she says, her tone stern but not all together hostile.
He turns to her with a smile plastered onto his face "It's good to see you again, did you know I died?"
He leans against one of the walls, a wide grin on his face "Mephilia, you know me, I have a lot of nerve in everything I do. I'm not here to cause destruction, just here to visit my old friends, I'm dead now anyway."
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.)
"Dead? How were you slain? I mean, I'm not all that surprised considering what you were up to before but which pissed off Will ended up doing so?"
"Means very little when the dead freely roam around in our kingdom. However, I know my partner's domains don't extend to dead Wills, so how are you here?" Mephilia questions.
"The God butcher, we had a battle of philosophy, which we tied, and then a battle of power, which I get absolutely demolished in. I mean it wasn't even close, but it was fun, did you like my painting?"
He smiles genuinely "That's the thing, I'm not, still dead as a doornail. This is just a projection, also, quick hypothetical, what would you do if I give one of your citizens nearly divine power because of bias?"
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.)