From its lair in the Fundamental Isles, the massive form of Xezithic dissapears. Throughout the land of this world, the aspects of Xezithic have locked themselves into an all out battle, the four members of the Elemental Quartet attempting to best the Emperor of Lightning. As their battle continues to rage, the lands they touch are wrought with destruction and unstable elemental forces. Rapid weather changes cause mass droughts, horrific storms, flash flooding, fissure creating earthquakes, and raging tornadoes. New mountains rise up from the earth as others crumble to rubble or explode in a volcanic eruption. New lakes and rivers form from the oversaturation of monsoon levels of rainwater. Every blow seems to change the environment they are in as they teleport around the world, leaving behind various elementals that begin to cause havoc.
Phantom works diligently to protect the mortals from these dangerous elemental monstrosities. Alabastor takes pause in his hunt for the scourge to take down some of the more powerful elemental beasts roaming around.
Ezeroc relishes in the challenges of fighting these new creatures, and begins the process of mutating her flock to be more resilient to the extreme environmental shifts and the elemental threats.
As a mountain shatters, something swells up from the shadows and dust. The massive, vile titan. Szerucharz, drooling, his four eyes open, one on each of the Quartet. He inhales deeply. "I smell... carnage. A million little miseries. A billion ants, snuffed out in an instant. Who dares whet my appetite so?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't give a damn how miserable you are. You have responsibilities due to your station. If you must drink, which I encourage, do it in private. Public drunkenness makes you look like a fool."
“WE ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERT!!! And not the bull skull, cactus, some animals desert. A wasteland where the only things that survives are the bugs, which I control.”
"And yet, I still see you crawling on the earth like a serpent. Get up. And do not raise your voice to me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
From its lair in the Fundamental Isles, the massive form of Xezithic dissapears. Throughout the land of this world, the aspects of Xezithic have locked themselves into an all out battle, the four members of the Elemental Quartet attempting to best the Emperor of Lightning. As their battle continues to rage, the lands they touch are wrought with destruction and unstable elemental forces. Rapid weather changes cause mass droughts, horrific storms, flash flooding, fissure creating earthquakes, and raging tornadoes. New mountains rise up from the earth as others crumble to rubble or explode in a volcanic eruption. New lakes and rivers form from the oversaturation of monsoon levels of rainwater. Every blow seems to change the environment they are in as they teleport around the world, leaving behind various elementals that begin to cause havoc.
Phantom works diligently to protect the mortals from these dangerous elemental monstrosities. Alabastor takes pause in his hunt for the scourge to take down some of the more powerful elemental beasts roaming around.
Ezeroc relishes in the challenges of fighting these new creatures, and begins the process of mutating her flock to be more resilient to the extreme environmental shifts and the elemental threats.
As a mountain shatters, something swells up from the shadows and dust. The massive, vile titan. Szerucharz, drooling, his four eyes open, one on each of the Quartet. He inhales deeply. "I smell... carnage. A million little miseries. A billion ants, snuffed out in an instant. Who dares whet my appetite so?"
Zeon rises from the rubble of the mountain, battle worn but otherwise alright. It glances over at Szerucharz, recognizing the titan. "The Collective has fractured....and not in the favor of the calm...chaos is the majority..." he says in a monotone voice as it stands, summoning its massive lightning sword again. Talric suddenly teleports in front of Zeon, but the more experienced Aspect had expected it, slamming the hilt of the sword into the Fire Aspects stomach and sending him flying, slamming into Enki the Earth Aspect. "I try to avoid the more populated places...to minimize the harm....but I am outnumbered...."
As a mountain shatters, something swells up from the shadows and dust. The massive, vile titan. Szerucharz, drooling, his four eyes open, one on each of the Quartet. He inhales deeply. "I smell... carnage. A million little miseries. A billion ants, snuffed out in an instant. Who dares whet my appetite so?"
Zeon rises from the rubble of the mountain, battle worn but otherwise alright. It glances over at Szerucharz, recognizing the titan. "The Collective has fractured....and not in the favor of the calm...chaos is the majority..." he says in a monotone voice as it stands, summoning its massive lightning sword again. Talric suddenly teleports in front of Zeon, but the more experienced Aspect had expected it, slamming the hilt of the sword into the Fire Aspects stomach and sending him flying, slamming into Enki the Earth Aspect. "I try to avoid the more populated places...to minimize the harm....but I am outnumbered...."
Szerucharz reaches out a gloved hand to grab at the Fire and Earth aspects. "What is the meaning of this? Was it mere boredom? A mad grab for power?"
"I don't give a damn how miserable you are. You have responsibilities due to your station. If you must drink, which I encourage, do it in private. Public drunkenness makes you look like a fool."
“WE ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERT!!! And not the bull skull, cactus, some animals desert. A wasteland where the only things that survives are the bugs, which I control.”
"And yet, I still see you crawling on the earth like a serpent. Get up. And do not raise your voice to me."
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this YOUR domain? Is it your ‘duty’ to judge me. I don’t know if you know this, but I am not a god anymore. I AM A DEVIL NOW!!! The meaning of the things I ruled no longer exist. They are now seen as icky, evil, and all the bad things.”
As a mountain shatters, something swells up from the shadows and dust. The massive, vile titan. Szerucharz, drooling, his four eyes open, one on each of the Quartet. He inhales deeply. "I smell... carnage. A million little miseries. A billion ants, snuffed out in an instant. Who dares whet my appetite so?"
Zeon rises from the rubble of the mountain, battle worn but otherwise alright. It glances over at Szerucharz, recognizing the titan. "The Collective has fractured....and not in the favor of the calm...chaos is the majority..." he says in a monotone voice as it stands, summoning its massive lightning sword again. Talric suddenly teleports in front of Zeon, but the more experienced Aspect had expected it, slamming the hilt of the sword into the Fire Aspects stomach and sending him flying, slamming into Enki the Earth Aspect. "I try to avoid the more populated places...to minimize the harm....but I am outnumbered...."
Szerucharz reaches out a gloved hand to grab at the Fire and Earth aspects. "What is the meaning of this? Was it mere boredom? A mad grab for power?"
Power Points(5000): 1724
The two Aspects seems to dissipate for the moment, and the weather seems to calm as the Water and Wind Aspect retreat as well. Zeon looks up at the Will. "No, this isn't a power grab....this is a clash, a...violet philosophical debate as to the nature of our intended purpose...the Collective....couldn't come to an agreement through conventional means...and an outside perspective suggested battling it out...the suggestion was taken over continual communication...much to my disagreement." The Lightning Aspect says as it desummons its sword.
"Wonderful! Now, let me see..." Orchid looks over to Rendy's developing cocoon, and invests a small amount of their power (4,000 Power Points) into his creation. The silken threads that form the shell glisten faintly with an amber sheen.
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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)
"Wonderful! Now, let me see..." Orchid looks over to Rendy's developing cocoon, and invests a small amount of their power (4,000 Power Points) into his creation. The silken threads that form the shell glisten faintly with an amber sheen.
"woah..." Rendy says looking at the amber sheen, before he continues spinning the cocoon which is about 60% done.
"Wonderful! Now, let me see..." Orchid looks over to Rendy's developing cocoon, and invests a small amount of their power (4,000 Power Points) into his creation. The silken threads that form the shell glisten faintly with an amber sheen.
"woah..." Rendy says looking at the amber sheen, before he continues spinning the cocoon which is about 60% done.
*Sorry 'bout the delay*
"Now, you should be especially safe when it is ready." Orchid grins, faintly showing the tips of her thorn fangs.
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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)
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As a mountain shatters, something swells up from the shadows and dust. The massive, vile titan. Szerucharz, drooling, his four eyes open, one on each of the Quartet. He inhales deeply. "I smell... carnage. A million little miseries. A billion ants, snuffed out in an instant. Who dares whet my appetite so?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And yet, I still see you crawling on the earth like a serpent. Get up. And do not raise your voice to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zeon rises from the rubble of the mountain, battle worn but otherwise alright. It glances over at Szerucharz, recognizing the titan. "The Collective has fractured....and not in the favor of the calm...chaos is the majority..." he says in a monotone voice as it stands, summoning its massive lightning sword again. Talric suddenly teleports in front of Zeon, but the more experienced Aspect had expected it, slamming the hilt of the sword into the Fire Aspects stomach and sending him flying, slamming into Enki the Earth Aspect. "I try to avoid the more populated places...to minimize the harm....but I am outnumbered...."
Szerucharz reaches out a gloved hand to grab at the Fire and Earth aspects. "What is the meaning of this? Was it mere boredom? A mad grab for power?"
Power Points(5000): 1813
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this YOUR domain? Is it your ‘duty’ to judge me. I don’t know if you know this, but I am not a god anymore. I AM A DEVIL NOW!!! The meaning of the things I ruled no longer exist. They are now seen as icky, evil, and all the bad things.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The two Aspects seems to dissipate for the moment, and the weather seems to calm as the Water and Wind Aspect retreat as well. Zeon looks up at the Will. "No, this isn't a power grab....this is a clash, a...violet philosophical debate as to the nature of our intended purpose...the Collective....couldn't come to an agreement through conventional means...and an outside perspective suggested battling it out...the suggestion was taken over continual communication...much to my disagreement." The Lightning Aspect says as it desummons its sword.
Orchid is back at the Amber Marsh, filling the rivers and ponds with coiling roots and water plants laden with thorns and pods of blistering acid.
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 Twin Flames watch in the form of two bull frogs, one black with white specks, the other neon colors.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Rendy is currently making a cocoon in the large cypress tree in the Amber Marsh.
The Verdant Blight notices the presence of other Wills in its domain, and moves over to the two. "Oh, hi 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)
Orchid slithers up the tree with creeping vines, spotting Rendy setting up his cocoon. "Oh, hello again, Rendy! What brings you to my domain?"
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)
"Hello! I'm making a cocoon!"
“Hello fellow” Will” “We are” “Called the” “Twin Flames” “You have” “Wonderful” “Domain”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Curious... what for?" She shambles a bit closer, her kaleidoscopic eyes turning their gaze to the moth Will's in-progress creation.
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)
"For my Metamorphosis! I'm going to become even stronger!"
"Oh, you as well? How fun! Say, would you like help setting it up?"
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)
"That would be awesome, thank you!" Rendy says happily.
"Wonderful! Now, let me see..." Orchid looks over to Rendy's developing cocoon, and invests a small amount of their power (4,000 Power Points) into his creation. The silken threads that form the shell glisten faintly with an amber sheen.
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)
"woah..." Rendy says looking at the amber sheen, before he continues spinning the cocoon which is about 60% done.
*Sorry 'bout the delay*
"Now, you should be especially safe when it is ready." Orchid grins, faintly showing the tips of her thorn fangs.
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)