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.”
"They're not agitated. They're excited for what's to come. They're hungry." Orchid replies with telepathy.
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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)
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.
The Malignant Malady, sensing the excitement of her partner in Strife, begins making her own preparations. "Yes my children, soon we may satiate our hunger and bloodlust on the helpless cattle of these warring wills."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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
“You are strange… I like you. I am a… deity… if that’s the right word… of perfection.”
"So, ya want beer?" It shuts it's eyes a bit
“What’s… beer?”
"It's a horrible tasting liquid, but you get drunk!"
“Seems… unpleasant.”
"Okay, If you don't want too" "Say, what is your 'backstory'? what was life like too you?"
“Well… I was born out of the mad dream of a demented artist… and I’ve been in this ocean ever since. I’ve been thought of as a monster for as long as people knew about me…”
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.”
"They're not agitated. They're excited for what's to come. They're hungry." Orchid replies with telepathy.
“You have very violent plants.”
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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
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
“You are strange… I like you. I am a… deity… if that’s the right word… of perfection.”
"So, ya want beer?" It shuts it's eyes a bit
“What’s… beer?”
"It's a horrible tasting liquid, but you get drunk!"
“Seems… unpleasant.”
"Okay, If you don't want too" "Say, what is your 'backstory'? what was life like too you?"
“Well… I was born out of the mad dream of a demented artist… and I’ve been in this ocean ever since. I’ve been thought of as a monster for as long as people knew about me…”
"Why, why did people think of you as a monster? where they stupid?!" It's right side of it's face swings right "I'LL TEAR THEM APEART!!! WHO?! WHO DARED TO!??! I'LL SHOW THEM WHAT A 'MONSTER REALLY IS!!! I WILL END THEM!!!!!"
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.
The Malignant Malady, sensing the excitement of her partner in Strife, begins making her own preparations. "Yes my children, soon we may satiate our hunger and bloodlust on the helpless cattle of these warring wills."
The Amber Pestilence can also sense her ally's anticipation, their creations howling and shrieking as they prepare to scavenge. "And from this slaughter, a beautiful garden shall flourish from the blood-fed soil. A place of constant new life and constant new death, of an eternal springtime."
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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)
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.
The Malignant Malady, sensing the excitement of her partner in Strife, begins making her own preparations. "Yes my children, soon we may satiate our hunger and bloodlust on the helpless cattle of these warring wills."
The Amber Pestilence can also sense her ally's anticipation, their creations howling and shrieking as they prepare to scavenge. "And from this slaughter, a beautiful garden shall flourish from the blood-fed soil. A place of constant new life and constant new death, of an eternal springtime."
"Nature will take back what is rightfully theirs. Only those that can adapt with reap her bounty. The rest will be our prey."
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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.”
"They're not agitated. They're excited for what's to come. They're hungry." Orchid replies with telepathy.
“You have very violent plants.”
"What plant isn't? My creations are just mobile enough for one to see their vicious nature in real time. After all, nature isn't known to take prisoners." She replies with a clear tone of joy in her voice.
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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)
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
“You are strange… I like you. I am a… deity… if that’s the right word… of perfection.”
"So, ya want beer?" It shuts it's eyes a bit
“What’s… beer?”
"It's a horrible tasting liquid, but you get drunk!"
“Seems… unpleasant.”
"Okay, If you don't want too" "Say, what is your 'backstory'? what was life like too you?"
“Well… I was born out of the mad dream of a demented artist… and I’ve been in this ocean ever since. I’ve been thought of as a monster for as long as people knew about me…”
"Why, why did people think of you as a monster? where they stupid?!" It's right side of it's face swings right "I'LL TEAR THEM APEART!!! WHO?! WHO DARED TO!??! I'LL SHOW THEM WHAT A 'MONSTER REALLY IS!!! I WILL END THEM!!!!!"
“N-no… you don’t have to do that… I mean, even if it was an accident… I have killed a few of them.”
Szerucharz is half-buried in the ground, forming a sleeping, organic mountain range.
He is disturbed by a tiny rock, a stone with an ear inscribed into It on side. It makes a hideous ringing sound, like... a telephone. Then a voice comes from it. “Hello? Is this thing on?”
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
“You are strange… I like you. I am a… deity… if that’s the right word… of perfection.”
"So, ya want beer?" It shuts it's eyes a bit
“What’s… beer?”
"It's a horrible tasting liquid, but you get drunk!"
“Seems… unpleasant.”
"Okay, If you don't want too" "Say, what is your 'backstory'? what was life like too you?"
“Well… I was born out of the mad dream of a demented artist… and I’ve been in this ocean ever since. I’ve been thought of as a monster for as long as people knew about me…”
"Why, why did people think of you as a monster? where they stupid?!" It's right side of it's face swings right "I'LL TEAR THEM APEART!!! WHO?! WHO DARED TO!??! I'LL SHOW THEM WHAT A 'MONSTER REALLY IS!!! I WILL END THEM!!!!!"
“N-no… you don’t have to do that… I mean, even if it was an accident… I have killed a few of them.”
It's jaw goes back to normal "Sorry- sorry! this idiot thinks it can solve everything with violence!" It's jaw swings left "Stop fighting, please..."
Szerucharz is half-buried in the ground, forming a sleeping, organic mountain range.
He is disturbed by a tiny rock, a stone with an ear inscribed into It on side. It makes a hideous ringing sound, like... a telephone. Then a voice comes from it. “Hello? Is this thing on?”
Two eyes open. "Hmmmm..." He reaches out and lifts it with enough strength that it moves the air around it instead of the rock itself, like telekinesis. He brings it close. "Hello there... who could this be?"
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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.
Zeon would walk over to the Rat Leader's desk. "Was is next needed for your plans. I am free to help if you are in need of it."
It chitters, smoking from it’s soul pipe.
currently… three things. The Crown of Slaughter, once Herionidus’ flower crown, the deathbloom, Herionidus’ grave flower, and power. Raw power. As much as we can get.
Szerucharz is half-buried in the ground, forming a sleeping, organic mountain range.
He is disturbed by a tiny rock, a stone with an ear inscribed into It on side. It makes a hideous ringing sound, like... a telephone. Then a voice comes from it. “Hello? Is this thing on?”
Two eyes open. "Hmmmm..." He reaches out and lifts it with enough strength that it moves the air around it instead of the rock itself, like telekinesis. He brings it close. "Hello there... who could this be?"
A voice responds.
”S-S-Say hello to Everyone’s favorite voice, I’m the W-W-World’s newest lord and deity of anything important, introducing, O-O-Olliphander!” The voice says, a bit glitchy at times.
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"They're not agitated. They're excited for what's to come. They're hungry." Orchid replies with telepathy.
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)
"Okay, If you don't want too" "Say, what is your 'backstory'? what was life like too you?"
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.
The Malignant Malady, sensing the excitement of her partner in Strife, begins making her own preparations. "Yes my children, soon we may satiate our hunger and bloodlust on the helpless cattle of these warring wills."
"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… I was born out of the mad dream of a demented artist… and I’ve been in this ocean ever since. I’ve been thought of as a monster for as long as people knew about me…”
“You have very violent plants.”
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
"Why, why did people think of you as a monster? where they stupid?!" It's right side of it's face swings right "I'LL TEAR THEM APEART!!! WHO?! WHO DARED TO!??! I'LL SHOW THEM WHAT A 'MONSTER REALLY IS!!! I WILL END THEM!!!!!"
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.
The Amber Pestilence can also sense her ally's anticipation, their creations howling and shrieking as they prepare to scavenge. "And from this slaughter, a beautiful garden shall flourish from the blood-fed soil. A place of constant new life and constant new death, of an eternal springtime."
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)
"Nature will take back what is rightfully theirs. Only those that can adapt with reap her bounty. The rest will be our prey."
"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
"What plant isn't? My creations are just mobile enough for one to see their vicious nature in real time. After all, nature isn't known to take prisoners." She replies with a clear tone of joy in her voice.
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)
Szerucharz is half-buried in the ground, forming a sleeping, organic mountain range.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“N-no… you don’t have to do that… I mean, even if it was an accident… I have killed a few of them.”
He is disturbed by a tiny rock, a stone with an ear inscribed into It on side. It makes a hideous ringing sound, like... a telephone. Then a voice comes from it. “Hello? Is this thing on?”
It's jaw goes back to normal "Sorry- sorry! this idiot thinks it can solve everything with violence!" It's jaw swings left "Stop fighting, please..."
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.
Zeon would walk over to the Rat Leader's desk. "Was is next needed for your plans. I am free to help if you are in need of it."
"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
*Anybody want to rp?*
Two eyes open. "Hmmmm..." He reaches out and lifts it with enough strength that it moves the air around it instead of the rock itself, like telekinesis. He brings it close. "Hello there... who could this be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It chitters, smoking from it’s soul pipe.
currently… three things. The Crown of Slaughter, once Herionidus’ flower crown, the deathbloom, Herionidus’ grave flower, and power. Raw power. As much as we can get.
*sure*
Tiku is sitting in the tree, sad
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.
Slayer is walking around, having himself a smoke from his pipe as he passes by them, humming to himself.
A voice responds.
”S-S-Say hello to Everyone’s favorite voice, I’m the W-W-World’s newest lord and deity of anything important, introducing, O-O-Olliphander!” The voice says, a bit glitchy at times.