Elaraj has taken to the skies on his island again, and is flying towards a nearby river
*may i have a description for Elaraj?*
He finds the most prominent river in the world, one that stretches across the land for thousands of miles, its many offshoots feeding into smaller rivers and swamps everywhere: the River Herionidus. It’s lush with life of all varieties, colorful and overgrown. He comes across, at the bend of the river, a magnificent building, somewhere between a temple and a Manor, built upon the water, a bridge leading to shore. (Imagine the bathhouse from Spirited Away*
sure! he's a large humanoid crocodile in a fur-trimmed, purple royal robe. he flies around on a crystal floating island sporting a chaise lounge and bowl full of live, gem-encrusted tortoises. he eats them like popcorn.
lvl 1 decadence demon.
elaraj lands his island at the foot of the bridge, crosses it, and knocks at the door
The doors swing open, and it reveals what seems to be one part hotel, one part restaurant, one part temple, and all extremely decadent and opulent. Someone a red uniform greets him at the door. He has bright violet eyes and a darker olive skin. The Manor, from the outside, seems to be several stories tall, and even though Elaraj can only see the first story currently, it already feels enormous. Most of it is an open lounge area, a hot spring in the very center. Tables are set up around the lounge and on the sides are various bars and restaurants, as well as many hotel rooms. There are staircases to upper floors, as well as a primitive sort of elevator. Even inside, there are plants or every kind within the water, growing on the walls, producing many delicious looking fruits and gorgeous flowers. At the very front, near the entrance, is a front desk, manned by a little rat that seems to be checking people into the hotel and giving them keys to their rooms.
"howdy! how are you?"
(Assuming this is to the rat at the front desk?)
he gets a response within his mind, telepathically, from the rat.
Welcome! I am quite well. Are you here to check in to the Heir’s Bathhouse, hotel and resort?
"Not today. I'm thinking of settling down here, and I brought a gift basket!" *He creates a woven basket filled with deep red wines, fine cigars, and serval live gem encrusted tortoises*
Settling down? Gift basket… uh, you might need to talk to the boss about this. They’re on the top floor.
"of course." *he walks over to the primitive elevator and takes it up to the top floor*
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Elaraj has taken to the skies on his island again, and is flying towards a nearby river
*may i have a description for Elaraj?*
He finds the most prominent river in the world, one that stretches across the land for thousands of miles, its many offshoots feeding into smaller rivers and swamps everywhere: the River Herionidus. It’s lush with life of all varieties, colorful and overgrown. He comes across, at the bend of the river, a magnificent building, somewhere between a temple and a Manor, built upon the water, a bridge leading to shore. (Imagine the bathhouse from Spirited Away*
sure! he's a large humanoid crocodile in a fur-trimmed, purple royal robe. he flies around on a crystal floating island sporting a chaise lounge and bowl full of live, gem-encrusted tortoises. he eats them like popcorn.
lvl 1 decadence demon.
elaraj lands his island at the foot of the bridge, crosses it, and knocks at the door
The doors swing open, and it reveals what seems to be one part hotel, one part restaurant, one part temple, and all extremely decadent and opulent. Someone a red uniform greets him at the door. He has bright violet eyes and a darker olive skin. The Manor, from the outside, seems to be several stories tall, and even though Elaraj can only see the first story currently, it already feels enormous. Most of it is an open lounge area, a hot spring in the very center. Tables are set up around the lounge and on the sides are various bars and restaurants, as well as many hotel rooms. There are staircases to upper floors, as well as a primitive sort of elevator. Even inside, there are plants or every kind within the water, growing on the walls, producing many delicious looking fruits and gorgeous flowers. At the very front, near the entrance, is a front desk, manned by a little rat that seems to be checking people into the hotel and giving them keys to their rooms.
"howdy! how are you?"
(Assuming this is to the rat at the front desk?)
he gets a response within his mind, telepathically, from the rat.
Welcome! I am quite well. Are you here to check in to the Heir’s Bathhouse, hotel and resort?
"Not today. I'm thinking of settling down here, and I brought a gift basket!" *He creates a woven basket filled with deep red wines, fine cigars, and serval live gem encrusted tortoises*
Settling down? Gift basket… uh, you might need to talk to the boss about this. They’re on the top floor.
"of course." *he walks over to the primitive elevator and takes it up to the top floor*
It takes a while, but eventually you make it up to the very top floor. There isn’t much here, just a bunch of hallways and doors. Right out of the elevator, however, Elaraj can see, right in front of him, an enormous wood door with intricate carvings depicting ancient deities long past, a lush landscape with rivers and trees and reveling souls. The eyes of the people in the carvings are pure diamonds. He can assume this is where the Boss is.
It takes a while, but eventually you make it up to the very top floor. There isn’t much here, just a bunch of hallways and doors. Right out of the elevator, however, Elaraj can see, right in front of him, an enormous wood door with intricate carvings depicting ancient deities long past, a lush landscape with rivers and trees and reveling souls. The eyes of the people in the carvings are pure diamonds. He can assume this is where the Boss is.
*he goes up to the door and knocks, a little loudly*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It takes a while, but eventually you make it up to the very top floor. There isn’t much here, just a bunch of hallways and doors. Right out of the elevator, however, Elaraj can see, right in front of him, an enormous wood door with intricate carvings depicting ancient deities long past, a lush landscape with rivers and trees and reveling souls. The eyes of the people in the carvings are pure diamonds. He can assume this is where the Boss is.
*he goes up to the door and knocks, a little loudly*
The doors swing open magically, revealing an enormous office area with a desk, a fireplace and lots of expensive furniture. The entire place is full of colorful, opulent fabrics that must cost an absurd amount, there are also multiple plants in the room, as well as portraits, book cases, and wildly expensive baubles, jewels, and sculptures, almost all of them made of gold. At the desk, sitting on top of it, reviewing paper work, is a rabbit sized rat, with finely groomed fur and specially made jewelry. With its little hands, it holds a quill. Next to it on the desk, on a special stand made of wood but decorated with gold, is an ornate wooden smoke pipe, unlit, full of ground up fruits and herbs, as well as some dark energy… more sinister. It looks up, squeaks, and sets the quill down in a pot of ink.
“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
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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)
“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
"Communication. I see. I am Zeon, the Primordial Emperor."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
"Communication. I see. I am Zeon, the Primordial Emperor."
“Ooh, I’ve heard all about you, my dear, darling Zeon.”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
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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 is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
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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 is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
“It truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of live, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
As she does, movement would catch her eyes. Looking out over the distance she would see two colossal construct walking across the landscape, on the hunt for resources. Both stand several stories tall. One seems to be of a slightly more angelic design while the other is more devilish in detail.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
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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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"of course." *he walks over to the primitive elevator and takes it up to the top floor*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It takes a while, but eventually you make it up to the very top floor. There isn’t much here, just a bunch of hallways and doors. Right out of the elevator, however, Elaraj can see, right in front of him, an enormous wood door with intricate carvings depicting ancient deities long past, a lush landscape with rivers and trees and reveling souls. The eyes of the people in the carvings are pure diamonds. He can assume this is where the Boss is.
*he goes up to the door and knocks, a little loudly*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The doors swing open magically, revealing an enormous office area with a desk, a fireplace and lots of expensive furniture. The entire place is full of colorful, opulent fabrics that must cost an absurd amount, there are also multiple plants in the room, as well as portraits, book cases, and wildly expensive baubles, jewels, and sculptures, almost all of them made of gold. At the desk, sitting on top of it, reviewing paper work, is a rabbit sized rat, with finely groomed fur and specially made jewelry. With its little hands, it holds a quill. Next to it on the desk, on a special stand made of wood but decorated with gold, is an ornate wooden smoke pipe, unlit, full of ground up fruits and herbs, as well as some dark energy… more sinister. It looks up, squeaks, and sets the quill down in a pot of ink.
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
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)
"Communication. I see. I am Zeon, the Primordial Emperor."
"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
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
*Excuse? Please?*
“Ooh, I’ve heard all about you, my dear, darling Zeon.”
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. 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)
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
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)
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
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 truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of live, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
As she does, movement would catch her eyes. Looking out over the distance she would see two colossal construct walking across the landscape, on the hunt for resources. Both stand several stories tall. One seems to be of a slightly more angelic design while the other is more devilish in detail.
"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
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
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)