Orchid is also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
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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 also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
Orchid is also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
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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 also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
Zeon is walking around the world, getting some inspiration for more of his titan creations.
Volumdremaak is collecting lost souls in the world, gliding across the world like a black fog .
The two colossal constructs created by Mephilia and Zakator have found a mountain filled with rich adamantine and mithril ore and have begun to harvest some.
A white crow, one of Hekzia's arcane constructs, has found one of the strange sending stones and is taking it back to the Black Library.
Visk would be traveling along when he stumbles across a large bath house along the river.
Ezeroc watches the construction of Orchid's arena from a distance with intrigue.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Orchid is also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
"They gave her an entire star? Impressive." She stands up, walking back over to them. "What brings you to her 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)
Zeon is walking around the world, getting some inspiration for more of his titan creations.
Volumdremaak is collecting lost souls in the world, gliding across the world like a black fog.
The two colossal constructs created by Mephilia and Zakator have found a mountain filled with rich adamantine and mithril ore and have begun to harvest some.
A white crow, one of Hekzia's arcane constructs, has found one of the strange sending stones and is taking it back to the Black Library.
Visk would be traveling along when he stumbles across a large bath house along the river.
Ezeroc watches the construction of Orchid's arena from a distance with intrigue.
Eris finds the two constructs, and teleports closer to them, taking detailed notes of their construction.
Orchid is building the arena surprisingly quickly, creating enormous walls of carved amber that become overgrown with brambles and vines nearly as quickly as the Will of Thorns constructs them. The spots on the walls that aren't choked with plant life show carvings depicting the history of Orchid and the Amber Marsh.
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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 also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
"They gave her an entire star? Impressive." She stands up, walking back over to them. "What brings you to her domain?"
"Well, my god is sitting in her tree, still waiting for her"
Elaraj continues furnishing the castle in the sky, grandiose to the point of ostentatiousness. 14 large tables built of purest crystal, 7 fountains, each filled with a different kind of fondue, 101 chairs made from clouds, a kitchen outfitted with everything a chef might need to craft a feast of dreams, and so much more. it is night now, and the balls of lightning flare to life, filling the space with a cozy glow, and highlighting the golds and silvers of the interior.
elaraj speaks, his voice magically amplified, spreading across all the land. "Come One, Come All, To The Grand Opening Of ELARAJ'S CASTLE IN THE SKY!"
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!!!!!!
Eris finds the two constructs, and teleports closer to them, taking detailed notes of their construction.
Orchid is building the arena surprisingly quickly, creating enormous walls of carved amber that become overgrown with brambles and vines nearly as quickly as the Will of Thorns constructs them. The spots on the walls that aren't choked with plant life show carvings depicting the history of Orchid and the Amber Marsh.
Each of the two constructs has a unique design and decorum. One is larger and more elegant, giving off a bit of a more angelic appearance. The other is bulkier and brutish, shown more fiendish origins. Despite these differences, they work in perfect tandem to collect the ore and taking data of the area. If they have noticed her, they have chosen not reacted to her presence.
Ezeroc decides to comes closer, entering the Amber Marsh proper. It has been some time since she has seen her benefactor and Mythos partner after all.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Eris finds the two constructs, and teleports closer to them, taking detailed notes of their construction.
Orchid is building the arena surprisingly quickly, creating enormous walls of carved amber that become overgrown with brambles and vines nearly as quickly as the Will of Thorns constructs them. The spots on the walls that aren't choked with plant life show carvings depicting the history of Orchid and the Amber Marsh.
Each of the two constructs has a unique design and decorum. One is larger and more elegant, giving off a bit of a more angelic appearance. The other is bulkier and brutish, shown more fiendish origins. Despite these differences, they work in perfect tandem to collect the ore and taking data of the area. If they have noticed her, they have chosen not reacted to her presence.
Ezeroc decides to comes closer, entering the Amber Marsh proper. It has been some time since she has seen her benefactor and Mythos partner after all.
"How curious..." She mutters to herself, teleporting even closer- though, not in the direct path of the gargantuan machines- to try and discern what exactly is powering them.
Orchid notices her Mythos partner's approach, moving over towards her. They are in their humanoid form, though numerous vines emerging from their back lift them up to about eye level with the Malignant Malady. "Greetings, friend. How goes your hunting?" They ask, a wide smile on their face.
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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 also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
"They gave her an entire star? Impressive." She stands up, walking back over to them. "What brings you to her domain?"
"Well, my god is sitting in her tree, still waiting for her"
"How curious..." She mutters to herself, teleporting even closer- though, not in the direct path of the gargantuan machines- to try and discern what exactly is powering them.
Orchid notices her Mythos partner's approach, moving over towards her. They are in their humanoid form, though numerous vines emerging from their back lift them up to about eye level with the Malignant Malady. "Greetings, friend. How goes your hunting?" They ask, a wide smile on their face.
She can sense some sort of energy core within the chest cavity of each of these construct that seem to be infused with the power of a Will, a different will for each it seems. She watches as the infernal one is collecting huge chunks of rock that are them crushed with enough force to break them apart without harming the adamantine ore within, while the more angelic one seems to be using various mining lasers to dexterously cut out the mithril ore before collecting it.
"The hunt has been glorious, and my children grow stronger by the day." the insectile Will replies.
"How curious..." She mutters to herself, teleporting even closer- though, not in the direct path of the gargantuan machines- to try and discern what exactly is powering them.
Orchid notices her Mythos partner's approach, moving over towards her. They are in their humanoid form, though numerous vines emerging from their back lift them up to about eye level with the Malignant Malady. "Greetings, friend. How goes your hunting?" They ask, a wide smile on their face.
She can sense some sort of energy core within the chest cavity of each of these construct that seem to be infused with the power of a Will, a different will for each it seems. She watches as the infernal one is collecting huge chunks of rock that are them crushed with enough force to break them apart without harming the adamantine ore within, while the more angelic one seems to be using various mining lasers to dexterously cut out the mithril ore before collecting it.
"The hunt has been glorious, and my children grow stronger by the day." the insectile Will replies.
She notes all of this, before approaching just a touch more. "Hello there." She calls out to the two titans. "What are you harvesting this mountain's metals for?"
"That is very good to hear- May you and your horde never run dry of prey." The Will of Thorns continues. "I saw you looked interested in the arena I am constructing."
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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 also under the grand tupelo tree, kneeling before a little shrine of Savut, muttering something under their breath.
Asper wakes up "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
"They gave her an entire star? Impressive." She stands up, walking back over to them. "What brings you to her domain?"
"Well, my god is sitting in her tree, still waiting for her"
She notes all of this, before approaching just a touch more. "Hello there." She calls out to the two titans. "What are you harvesting this mountain's metals for?"
"That is very good to hear- May you and your horde never run dry of prey." The Will of Thorns continues. "I saw you looked interested in the arena I am constructing."
The more fiendish construct notices her presence and turns to Eris. It speaks out in a deep, monotone, and robotic voice. "I am collecting resources for my creator's forge."
"Yes, it seems a marvelous facility to pit various creations against one another. A great way to ensure one's offspring stay strong."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
im pretty sure you can invent stuff, just keep it non-mundane and not too advanced. like, radar, no, magical basin that shows glowing lights that correspond to objects, yes. if you wanna make something that alredy exists, make it esoteric, mad- sciencey, and non-mundane
*Ok i read the stuff yall were saying about my tech, what can i have that is invented (also, cant i invent stuff too?)*
*sorry if I came off as mean. steampunk, mad science, and tech-magic hybrids are all cool with me, and its also fine if you ease into more modern stuff slowly. just don't make stuff like planes in an instant.*
Ser is going insane slowly, as they are not ready to be a leader of the cult, yet they are
a voice comes from a cloud above: "cult problems?"
The crane their serpentine body upwards "And what might you know about it?..." their six eyes widen "What do you know about this... this... THIS HELL!!!?"
She looks over at Asper, a little surprised. "Oh, hello. I was just leaving an offering, is all. What are you doing?" Before the shrine sits a little amber bowl of wildflowers from the Amber Marsh.
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)
Asper walks over "An... offering... did she die?..."
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.
"No, the Lady of the Swamp is very much alive." She responds. "It's more a symbolic gesture of devotion, I suppose."
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)
"Ah good" Asper sits "Wish I could give 'er one, but I guess Tiku did give her that literal sun that one time"
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 is walking around the world, getting some inspiration for more of his titan creations.
Volumdremaak is collecting lost souls in the world, gliding across the world like a black fog .
The two colossal constructs created by Mephilia and Zakator have found a mountain filled with rich adamantine and mithril ore and have begun to harvest some.
A white crow, one of Hekzia's arcane constructs, has found one of the strange sending stones and is taking it back to the Black Library.
Visk would be traveling along when he stumbles across a large bath house along the river.
Ezeroc watches the construction of Orchid's arena from a distance with intrigue.
"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 gave her an entire star? Impressive." She stands up, walking back over to them. "What brings you to her 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)
Eris finds the two constructs, and teleports closer to them, taking detailed notes of their construction.
Orchid is building the arena surprisingly quickly, creating enormous walls of carved amber that become overgrown with brambles and vines nearly as quickly as the Will of Thorns constructs them. The spots on the walls that aren't choked with plant life show carvings depicting the history of Orchid and the Amber Marsh.
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)
"Well, my god is sitting in her tree, still waiting for her"
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.
Elaraj continues furnishing the castle in the sky, grandiose to the point of ostentatiousness. 14 large tables built of purest crystal, 7 fountains, each filled with a different kind of fondue, 101 chairs made from clouds, a kitchen outfitted with everything a chef might need to craft a feast of dreams, and so much more. it is night now, and the balls of lightning flare to life, filling the space with a cozy glow, and highlighting the golds and silvers of the interior.
elaraj speaks, his voice magically amplified, spreading across all the land. "Come One, Come All, To The Grand Opening Of ELARAJ'S CASTLE IN THE SKY!"
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!!!!!!
Each of the two constructs has a unique design and decorum. One is larger and more elegant, giving off a bit of a more angelic appearance. The other is bulkier and brutish, shown more fiendish origins. Despite these differences, they work in perfect tandem to collect the ore and taking data of the area. If they have noticed her, they have chosen not reacted to her presence.
Ezeroc decides to comes closer, entering the Amber Marsh proper. It has been some time since she has seen her benefactor and Mythos partner after all.
"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
"How curious..." She mutters to herself, teleporting even closer- though, not in the direct path of the gargantuan machines- to try and discern what exactly is powering them.
Orchid notices her Mythos partner's approach, moving over towards her. They are in their humanoid form, though numerous vines emerging from their back lift them up to about eye level with the Malignant Malady. "Greetings, friend. How goes your hunting?" They ask, a wide smile on their face.
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)
*blp*
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.
She can sense some sort of energy core within the chest cavity of each of these construct that seem to be infused with the power of a Will, a different will for each it seems. She watches as the infernal one is collecting huge chunks of rock that are them crushed with enough force to break them apart without harming the adamantine ore within, while the more angelic one seems to be using various mining lasers to dexterously cut out the mithril ore before collecting it.
"The hunt has been glorious, and my children grow stronger by the day." the insectile Will replies.
"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
She notes all of this, before approaching just a touch more. "Hello there." She calls out to the two titans. "What are you harvesting this mountain's metals for?"
"That is very good to hear- May you and your horde never run dry of prey." The Will of Thorns continues. "I saw you looked interested in the arena I am constructing."
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)
*blp*
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 more fiendish construct notices her presence and turns to Eris. It speaks out in a deep, monotone, and robotic voice. "I am collecting resources for my creator's forge."
"Yes, it seems a marvelous facility to pit various creations against one another. A great way to ensure one's offspring stay strong."
"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
*exactly.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*sorry if I came off as mean. steampunk, mad science, and tech-magic hybrids are all cool with me, and its also fine if you ease into more modern stuff slowly. just don't make stuff like planes in an instant.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
a voice comes from a cloud above: "cult problems?"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The crane their serpentine body upwards "And what might you know about it?..." their six eyes widen "What do you know about this... this... THIS HELL!!!?"
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.