Sargassa awakes from a long slumber within her oyster palace. She swims to the surface of the sea of storms, raising her marble statue head out of the water and letting out a beautiful siren song, echoing across the entire sea. One in every ten mortals who hear it receive visions of Sargassa’s terrifying form, but also of the sea life she has nurtured throughout her ocean. Strange, peculiar, but beautiful. A few of these people, about thirty of them, are given the chance to see it for themselves. They dive into the water and are granted gills, fins, spines, whatever other adaptations they would need to meet Sargassa and her beautiful deep sea habitat. They become the first Simic Hybrids, or as Sargassa will call them: the Hadanti.
A large, intimidating giant basilisk slowly moves over to Sargassa "Hello, who are you?" it says in a doubled voice
*Desc:
A gargantuan basilisk covered in red runes, with long horns, six eyes on it's head, a rattle with a point, and multiple eyes, and a huge hood with four eyes, two on the front and two on the back, that also has six arms on the hood.*
Upon seeing the basilisk, Sargassa shrieks and dives her main head back into the water, the titanic shape of her whale sized form sinking a bit beneath the waves. Slowly, out of curiosity, she begins to raise it again. Her main head, eel-like, it covered in chunks of marble making it appear as if it were some sort of fractured marble statue of some beautiful woman. “I-I… am not perfect yet…”
"Ha! Eel head! Very similar!" it says whilst it's left upper and lower jaw are bent left. It soon goes back to normal and says "how are you not perfect though?"
*I am has gremlin*
“T-they hate me… and I am not yet beautiful… my scales are dull, my chitin scarred… my claws are giant and threatening… but they find it terrifying… I thought it was n-nice… but I can’t decide what to do now…”
"Your scales are not dull, I think they are rather pretty, and your claws" They open their hood, their six clawed hands flailing about
“Y-you think so?” It says, raising its other two heads out of the water, those ones uncovered eel heads. It’s claws surface as well, enormous crustacean pincers that could crush an elephant.
"Yes, I do" The runes on it shine, and all of it's many eyes smile
“Why…” she stutters. “No deity, monster, demon, or anything of the sort has ever shown me such… kindness. You warm my hearts…” it surfaces fully, revealing its amalgamate whale, eel, squid, shrimp, crab… monstrosity of a form to the surface. She smells putrid, like rotting fish. The sea swirls around her.
Zeon is at the Manor and Bath House of Herionidus, looking over the finished work of the Rats. He goes in search of the Leader Rat.
The lead rat is at the very top floor of about a hundred, at a little desk next to a campfire. On the other side of the room is a shrine to Herionidus, with a stained glass window of him. It’s currently reviewing to make sure they have everything set before people start coming in, as it’s opening.
*i unfortunately have to go, see y’all in about 4 hours!*
The Emperor would walk up to the Leader as it admires the shrine and stain glass window. While Zeon doesn’t look any different, the Leader can sense that he is a true Will now, an Overwill in fact.
The leader looks up, a bit surprised.
what happened? It says telepathically.
"The collective became conflicted, disagreeing on whether we were to be a force of protection and guidance for mortals or a force of destruction and chaos. We became fragmented and fought. I won, gaining most our collected power. Though, the Primordial Aboleth escaped and is now in hiding." Zeon says walking over to the Leader.
I… wasn’t aware that was something that could happen. I thought it was one consciousness?
"We started that way, but due to the nature of our being our mind expanded as we gained more power, which was only exacerbated by implanting pieces of the collective into the aspects, allowing us to gain separate stimuli and perspective. Once we reached the status of Overwill, the responsibility of such a title brought about questions of our purpose. In the end, the internal debate fractured us, specifically myself and Will we came from." Zeon says, before going silent for a bit. Then he speaks again. "However that matter has been dealt with, so I returned to see how work on your mission was coming along and if any more help was needed, as I had promised to help you see this through."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Sargassa awakes from a long slumber within her oyster palace. She swims to the surface of the sea of storms, raising her marble statue head out of the water and letting out a beautiful siren song, echoing across the entire sea. One in every ten mortals who hear it receive visions of Sargassa’s terrifying form, but also of the sea life she has nurtured throughout her ocean. Strange, peculiar, but beautiful. A few of these people, about thirty of them, are given the chance to see it for themselves. They dive into the water and are granted gills, fins, spines, whatever other adaptations they would need to meet Sargassa and her beautiful deep sea habitat. They become the first Simic Hybrids, or as Sargassa will call them: the Hadanti.
A large, intimidating giant basilisk slowly moves over to Sargassa "Hello, who are you?" it says in a doubled voice
*Desc:
A gargantuan basilisk covered in red runes, with long horns, six eyes on it's head, a rattle with a point, and multiple eyes, and a huge hood with four eyes, two on the front and two on the back, that also has six arms on the hood.*
Upon seeing the basilisk, Sargassa shrieks and dives her main head back into the water, the titanic shape of her whale sized form sinking a bit beneath the waves. Slowly, out of curiosity, she begins to raise it again. Her main head, eel-like, it covered in chunks of marble making it appear as if it were some sort of fractured marble statue of some beautiful woman. “I-I… am not perfect yet…”
"Ha! Eel head! Very similar!" it says whilst it's left upper and lower jaw are bent left. It soon goes back to normal and says "how are you not perfect though?"
*I am has gremlin*
“T-they hate me… and I am not yet beautiful… my scales are dull, my chitin scarred… my claws are giant and threatening… but they find it terrifying… I thought it was n-nice… but I can’t decide what to do now…”
"Your scales are not dull, I think they are rather pretty, and your claws" They open their hood, their six clawed hands flailing about
“Y-you think so?” It says, raising its other two heads out of the water, those ones uncovered eel heads. It’s claws surface as well, enormous crustacean pincers that could crush an elephant.
"Yes, I do" The runes on it shine, and all of it's many eyes smile
“Why…” she stutters. “No deity, monster, demon, or anything of the sort has ever shown me such… kindness. You warm my hearts…” it surfaces fully, revealing its amalgamate whale, eel, squid, shrimp, crab… monstrosity of a form to the surface. She smells putrid, like rotting fish. The sea swirls around her.
"Well, you have shown me no harm, and you seem like a nice person to have around" The being of pure chaos is finally calmed
Sargassa awakes from a long slumber within her oyster palace. She swims to the surface of the sea of storms, raising her marble statue head out of the water and letting out a beautiful siren song, echoing across the entire sea. One in every ten mortals who hear it receive visions of Sargassa’s terrifying form, but also of the sea life she has nurtured throughout her ocean. Strange, peculiar, but beautiful. A few of these people, about thirty of them, are given the chance to see it for themselves. They dive into the water and are granted gills, fins, spines, whatever other adaptations they would need to meet Sargassa and her beautiful deep sea habitat. They become the first Simic Hybrids, or as Sargassa will call them: the Hadanti.
A large, intimidating giant basilisk slowly moves over to Sargassa "Hello, who are you?" it says in a doubled voice
*Desc:
A gargantuan basilisk covered in red runes, with long horns, six eyes on it's head, a rattle with a point, and multiple eyes, and a huge hood with four eyes, two on the front and two on the back, that also has six arms on the hood.*
Upon seeing the basilisk, Sargassa shrieks and dives her main head back into the water, the titanic shape of her whale sized form sinking a bit beneath the waves. Slowly, out of curiosity, she begins to raise it again. Her main head, eel-like, it covered in chunks of marble making it appear as if it were some sort of fractured marble statue of some beautiful woman. “I-I… am not perfect yet…”
"Ha! Eel head! Very similar!" it says whilst it's left upper and lower jaw are bent left. It soon goes back to normal and says "how are you not perfect though?"
*I am has gremlin*
“T-they hate me… and I am not yet beautiful… my scales are dull, my chitin scarred… my claws are giant and threatening… but they find it terrifying… I thought it was n-nice… but I can’t decide what to do now…”
"Your scales are not dull, I think they are rather pretty, and your claws" They open their hood, their six clawed hands flailing about
“Y-you think so?” It says, raising its other two heads out of the water, those ones uncovered eel heads. It’s claws surface as well, enormous crustacean pincers that could crush an elephant.
"Yes, I do" The runes on it shine, and all of it's many eyes smile
“Why…” she stutters. “No deity, monster, demon, or anything of the sort has ever shown me such… kindness. You warm my hearts…” it surfaces fully, revealing its amalgamate whale, eel, squid, shrimp, crab… monstrosity of a form to the surface. She smells putrid, like rotting fish. The sea swirls around her.
"Well, you have shown me no harm, and you seem like a nice person to have around" The being of pure chaos is finally calmed
“Thank you… I should introduce myself. I am Sargassa, but most humans know me as the mad goddess… a few of them even worship me. Out of fear, I think…”
Zeon is at the Manor and Bath House of Herionidus, looking over the finished work of the Rats. He goes in search of the Leader Rat.
The lead rat is at the very top floor of about a hundred, at a little desk next to a campfire. On the other side of the room is a shrine to Herionidus, with a stained glass window of him. It’s currently reviewing to make sure they have everything set before people start coming in, as it’s opening.
*i unfortunately have to go, see y’all in about 4 hours!*
The Emperor would walk up to the Leader as it admires the shrine and stain glass window. While Zeon doesn’t look any different, the Leader can sense that he is a true Will now, an Overwill in fact.
The leader looks up, a bit surprised.
what happened? It says telepathically.
"The collective became conflicted, disagreeing on whether we were to be a force of protection and guidance for mortals or a force of destruction and chaos. We became fragmented and fought. I won, gaining most our collected power. Though, the Primordial Aboleth escaped and is now in hiding." Zeon says walking over to the Leader.
I… wasn’t aware that was something that could happen. I thought it was one consciousness?
"We started that way, but due to the nature of our being our mind expanded as we gained more power, which was only exacerbated by implanting pieces of the collective into the aspects, allowing us to gain separate stimuli and perspective. Once we reached the status of Overwill, the responsibility of such a title brought about questions of our purpose. In the end, the internal debate fractured us, specifically myself and Will we came from." Zeon says, before going silent for a bit. Then he speaks again. "However that matter has been dealt with, so I returned to see how work on your mission was coming along and if any more help was needed, as I had promised to help you see this through."
I See… it sifts through some papers on its (human sized) desk.
tell me… are you planning on… staying as an overwill?
I See… it sifts through some papers on its (human sized) desk.
tell me… are you planning on… staying as an overwill?
"For the moment, simply due to the conflicts that have begun to arise...there seem to be talk of war. The power will come in handy to protect my allies, such as you and the other rats. After however...I do not know. I am fairly powerful even without the position. There will come a time where I'll have no more need for it." Zeon says, pondering a bit. "Why do you inquire. Are you in need of such power for your goals?"
Zeon is at the Manor and Bath House of Herionidus, looking over the finished work of the Rats. He goes in search of the Leader Rat.
The lead rat is at the very top floor of about a hundred, at a little desk next to a campfire. On the other side of the room is a shrine to Herionidus, with a stained glass window of him. It’s currently reviewing to make sure they have everything set before people start coming in, as it’s opening.
*i unfortunately have to go, see y’all in about 4 hours!*
The Emperor would walk up to the Leader as it admires the shrine and stain glass window. While Zeon doesn’t look any different, the Leader can sense that he is a true Will now, an Overwill in fact.
The leader looks up, a bit surprised.
what happened? It says telepathically.
"The collective became conflicted, disagreeing on whether we were to be a force of protection and guidance for mortals or a force of destruction and chaos. We became fragmented and fought. I won, gaining most our collected power. Though, the Primordial Aboleth escaped and is now in hiding." Zeon says walking over to the Leader.
I… wasn’t aware that was something that could happen. I thought it was one consciousness?
"We started that way, but due to the nature of our being our mind expanded as we gained more power, which was only exacerbated by implanting pieces of the collective into the aspects, allowing us to gain separate stimuli and perspective. Once we reached the status of Overwill, the responsibility of such a title brought about questions of our purpose. In the end, the internal debate fractured us, specifically myself and Will we came from." Zeon says, before going silent for a bit. Then he speaks again. "However that matter has been dealt with, so I returned to see how work on your mission was coming along and if any more help was needed, as I had promised to help you see this through."
I See… it sifts through some papers on its (human sized) desk.
tell me… are you planning on… staying as an overwill?
"For the moment, simply due to the conflicts that have begun to arise. The power will come in handy to protect my allies, such as you and the other rats. After however...I do not know. I am fairly powerful even without the position. There might come a time where I'll have no more need for it." Zeon says, pondering a bit. "Why do you inquire. Are you in need of such power for your goals?"
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
Yes… lord Herionidus. He was the god of happiness, patron deity of humanity, eternal Reveler, the first vampire.
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
Yes… lord Herionidus. He was the god of happiness, patron deity of humanity, eternal Reveler, the first vampire.
"How did he perish?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
Yes… lord Herionidus. He was the god of happiness, patron deity of humanity, eternal Reveler, the first vampire.
"How did he perish?"
he… sacrificed himself, eaten alive by a ravenous swarm of demonic hornets.
Orchid, having been swimming around in the amber pool within the Grand Cypress for the last few days while plotting what to do and accumulating power, now once again emerges into the realm- this time, with a plan. As the frankly terrifying False Serpent goes into the River Herionidus and swims to the City of Order, the one thing on her mind is looking for the grave flowers of the Eternal Reveler. The Amber Marsh grows vibrant in its hues once more, and the creations of the Will of Thorns are stirred into a blood-seeking frenzy, preparing to quench their roots in the spilled blood and ichor that will follow from the oncoming war.
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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)
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
Yes… lord Herionidus. He was the god of happiness, patron deity of humanity, eternal Reveler, the first vampire.
"How did he perish?"
he… sacrificed himself, eaten alive by a ravenous swarm of demonic hornets.
"I'm sorry to here that. It sounds like he was a great figure."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Orchid, having been swimming around in the amber pool within the Grand Cypress for the last few days while plotting what to do and accumulating power, now once again emerges into the realm- this time, with a plan. As the frankly terrifying False Serpent goes into the River Herionidus and swims to the City of Order, the one thing on her mind is looking for the grave flowers of the Eternal Reveler. The Amber Marsh grows vibrant in its hues once more, and the creations of the Will of Thorns are stirred into a blood-seeking frenzy, preparing to quench their roots in the spilled blood and ichor that will follow from the oncoming war.
“Your plants look… agitated. I am not sure that is good.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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“Why…” she stutters. “No deity, monster, demon, or anything of the sort has ever shown me such… kindness. You warm my hearts…” it surfaces fully, revealing its amalgamate whale, eel, squid, shrimp, crab… monstrosity of a form to the surface. She smells putrid, like rotting fish. The sea swirls around her.
"We started that way, but due to the nature of our being our mind expanded as we gained more power, which was only exacerbated by implanting pieces of the collective into the aspects, allowing us to gain separate stimuli and perspective. Once we reached the status of Overwill, the responsibility of such a title brought about questions of our purpose. In the end, the internal debate fractured us, specifically myself and Will we came from." Zeon says, before going silent for a bit. Then he speaks again. "However that matter has been dealt with, so I returned to see how work on your mission was coming along and if any more help was needed, as I had promised to help you see this through."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Well, you have shown me no harm, and you seem like a nice person to have around" The being of pure chaos is finally calmed
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Thank you… I should introduce myself. I am Sargassa, but most humans know me as the mad goddess… a few of them even worship me. Out of fear, I think…”
I See… it sifts through some papers on its (human sized) desk.
tell me… are you planning on… staying as an overwill?
*cut*
It fully smiles "I, am Urlat, god of chaos... if there aren't any other ones?... ah- I still am!" it pulls out a giant mug of beer from it's mouth
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“You are strange… I like you. I am a… deity… if that’s the right word… of perfection.”
"For the moment, simply due to the conflicts that have begun to arise...there seem to be talk of war. The power will come in handy to protect my allies, such as you and the other rats. After however...I do not know. I am fairly powerful even without the position. There will come a time where I'll have no more need for it." Zeon says, pondering a bit. "Why do you inquire. Are you in need of such power for your goals?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
we… are, in fact. Soon. Two deities, of which I will not disclose the names of, are already helping us, but neither are overdeities.
"So, ya want beer?" It shuts it's eyes a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Hm....I see, I'm glad you were getting assistance while I was...preoccupied. I will respect your desire to keep the others anonymous, things have grown tense in recent times, though I hope I will not find conflict with them in the future." Zeon says calmly. He then looks around the room again, his eyes falling back to the shrine before walking up to it, being dwarfed by it. "This is the individual from those visions, the First God and Overwill, correct?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Yes… lord Herionidus. He was the god of happiness, patron deity of humanity, eternal Reveler, the first vampire.
“What’s… beer?”
"It's a horrible tasting liquid, but you get drunk!"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"How did he perish?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Seems… unpleasant.”
he… sacrificed himself, eaten alive by a ravenous swarm of demonic hornets.
Orchid, having been swimming around in the amber pool within the Grand Cypress for the last few days while plotting what to do and accumulating power, now once again emerges into the realm- this time, with a plan. As the frankly terrifying False Serpent goes into the River Herionidus and swims to the City of Order, the one thing on her mind is looking for the grave flowers of the Eternal Reveler. The Amber Marsh grows vibrant in its hues once more, and the creations of the Will of Thorns are stirred into a blood-seeking frenzy, preparing to quench their roots in the spilled blood and ichor that will follow from the oncoming war.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I'm sorry to here that. It sounds like he was a great figure."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Your plants look… agitated. I am not sure that is good.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor