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.
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
"Hm...a festival you say?" A feminine voice replies. "What is this occasion celebrating?"
"Greetings to you as well. I noticed this lovely structure and thought I would see what this place was about." Visk says warmly.
*Absolutely, lets hear it!*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
"Hm...a festival you say?" A feminine voice replies. "What is this occasion celebrating?"
"Greetings to you as well. I noticed this lovely structure and thought I would see what this place was about." Visk says warmly.
*Absolutely, lets hear it!*
“OH, DARLING, YOU SIMPLY MUST KNOW- RECENTLY, THERE HAS BEEN A STRING OF DISASTERS. BURNING BUILDINGS, A MISSING INFANT, ET CETERA! And so now one of the Mythos of Order, Arsendir the flayed god, is putting on a festival to raise spirits. Lots of lights, dancing, it’s simply magnificent!”
”it’s a shrine, and a place of rest and revelry, of Herionidus, the dead king. It is a pleasure to have you here!”
*okay, so, one day, out of nowhere, a village pops up out of nowhere. Placeholder name being Fidelir. And it’s perfect. Currently uninhabited, it will attract wanderers who will take up residence there. It is simply wonderful. The sky is clear and it’s sunny, light rain to water the crops, no crime whatsoever, no need for guards, food is plentiful and everyone has their own house. As I said before, it’s perfect. Well, perfect except for the one original resident of the town. In some dungeon beneath some building, a prisoner is kept. A child or an elderly person, who knows, whatever the details are, they are what would make it the most horrible. The residents know, they all know about them. Nobody knows why they are kept prisoner, in such horrible conditions, but they are. And nobody tries to free them. That is because they know if they are ever to be freed, the entire city, this perfect paradise, will vanish and wither within the hour. The prisoner is the source of the power points, and the city itself is the Will. It was heavily inspired by those who walk away from Omelas, which follows a similar premise.*
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
"Hm...a festival you say?" A feminine voice replies. "What is this occasion celebrating?"
"Greetings to you as well. I noticed this lovely structure and thought I would see what this place was about." Visk says warmly.
*Absolutely, lets hear it!*
“OH, DARLING, YOU SIMPLY MUST KNOW- RECENTLY, THERE HAS BEEN A STRING OF DISASTERS. BURNING BUILDINGS, A MISSING INFANT, ET CETERA! And so now one of the Mythos of Order, Arsendir the flayed god, is putting on a festival to raise spirits. Lots of lights, dancing, it’s simply magnificent!”
”it’s a shrine, and a place of rest and revelry, of Herionidus, the dead king. It is a pleasure to have you here!”
*okay, so, one day, out of nowhere, a village pops up out of nowhere. Placeholder name being Fidelir. And it’s perfect. Currently uninhabited, it will attract wanderers who will take up residence there. It is simply wonderful. The sky is clear and it’s sunny, light rain to water the crops, no crime whatsoever, no need for guards, food is plentiful and everyone has their own house. As I said before, it’s perfect. Well, perfect except for the one original resident of the town. In some dungeon beneath some building, a prisoner is kept. A child or an elderly person, who knows, whatever the details are, they are what would make it the most horrible. The residents know, they all know about them. Nobody knows why they are kept prisoner, in such horrible conditions, but they are. And nobody tries to free them. That is because they know if they are ever to be freed, the entire city, this perfect paradise, will vanish and wither within the hour. The prisoner is the source of the power points, and the city itself is the Will. It was heavily inspired by those who walk away from Omelas, which follows a similar premise.*
"The Flayed God....I see" the Serpent says as her head turns towards the center of the massive library where the statues of every Will that ever existed stand on display, each with a plague about the Will and a pedestal with a tome on it. Some tomes are small while others are large, some are closed and others open with a magical quill writing in the tome. "You reside in the City of Order correct? A Will I assume?" She says as she slithers over to the statues.
"I have heard of the late Overwill of Revelry, quite the inspiration for a being such as myself. Thank you for having me"
*That sounds creepy and awesome. I could definitely see many Wills being conflicted about the nature of this town*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
"Hm...a festival you say?" A feminine voice replies. "What is this occasion celebrating?"
"Greetings to you as well. I noticed this lovely structure and thought I would see what this place was about." Visk says warmly.
*Absolutely, lets hear it!*
“OH, DARLING, YOU SIMPLY MUST KNOW- RECENTLY, THERE HAS BEEN A STRING OF DISASTERS. BURNING BUILDINGS, A MISSING INFANT, ET CETERA! And so now one of the Mythos of Order, Arsendir the flayed god, is putting on a festival to raise spirits. Lots of lights, dancing, it’s simply magnificent!”
”it’s a shrine, and a place of rest and revelry, of Herionidus, the dead king. It is a pleasure to have you here!”
*okay, so, one day, out of nowhere, a village pops up out of nowhere. Placeholder name being Fidelir. And it’s perfect. Currently uninhabited, it will attract wanderers who will take up residence there. It is simply wonderful. The sky is clear and it’s sunny, light rain to water the crops, no crime whatsoever, no need for guards, food is plentiful and everyone has their own house. As I said before, it’s perfect. Well, perfect except for the one original resident of the town. In some dungeon beneath some building, a prisoner is kept. A child or an elderly person, who knows, whatever the details are, they are what would make it the most horrible. The residents know, they all know about them. Nobody knows why they are kept prisoner, in such horrible conditions, but they are. And nobody tries to free them. That is because they know if they are ever to be freed, the entire city, this perfect paradise, will vanish and wither within the hour. The prisoner is the source of the power points, and the city itself is the Will. It was heavily inspired by those who walk away from Omelas, which follows a similar premise.*
"The Flayed God....I see" the Serpent says as her head turns towards the center of the massive library where the statues of every Will that ever existed stand on display, each with a plague about the Will and a pedestal with a tome on it. Some tomes are small while others are large, some are closed and others open with a magical quill writing in the tome. "You reside in the City of Order correct? A Will I assume?" She says as she slithers over to the statues.
"I have heard of the late Overwill of Revelry, quite the inspiration for a being such as myself. Thank you for having me"
*That sounds creepy and awesome. I could definitely see many Wills being conflicted about the nature of this town*
“Indeed! Been here for just a bit, but I appeared here right inside the borders! Where are you?”
”it’s a pleasure! Now, would you like a room? A meal? Anything you want, we can get.”
*thank you. As it gets more power points, it’ll get bigger, from a level 1 hamlet, to a village, a town, a bustling city and then a metropolis.*
*also, i forgot, but what did we decide on when it came to Hekzia’s knowledge on Arsendir and Aemulus? It came up when Arsendir was talking to Savut, you said Hekzia just learned about it, and I had said that Arsendir is too careful to have that happen without their knowledge, but I’m not sure if we ever came to an agreement on it. Aemulus does have power points invested to keep its facade from being discovered by anybody, and I believe that currently, no living will knows Aemulus’ name.*
“Indeed! Been here for just a bit, but I appeared here right inside the borders! Where are you?”
”it’s a pleasure! Now, would you like a room? A meal? Anything you want, we can get.”
*thank you. As it gets more power points, it’ll get bigger, from a level 1 hamlet, to a village, a town, a bustling city and then a metropolis.*
*also, i forgot, but what did we decide on when it came to Hekzia’s knowledge on Arsendir and Aemulus? It came up when Arsendir was talking to Savut, you said Hekzia just learned about it, and I had said that Arsendir is too careful to have that happen without their knowledge, but I’m not sure if we ever came to an agreement on it. Aemulus does have power points invested to keep its facade from being discovered by anybody, and I believe that currently, no living will knows Aemulus’ name.*
"My lair has no set location. However, I am currently anchored to the Kingdom of Concordia. Inside the borders..." she looks at the plaques before one catches her eye and realization hits her "That must mean you are Olliphander. Prince of Communications, Deity of Telephones, God of Industry and Gossip. A new god of this word, but one that is already making a name for himself. I wondered when we would speak."
"A meal sounds great my good fellow" Visk replies.
*Sweet, by the time the town becomes large enough to really gain notice, it will have a decent amount of power*
*So I believe we retconned that she was not able to listen in, but she does know her constructs were destroyed/dispelled when they were discovered in the temple. She technically does have a means of seeing what Arsendir/Aemulus could be up to due to the books she has of every Will recording them but she would have to actively read that book, and see doesn't interact with said books unless she speaks to a will with their respective book. Ultimately I have no intention of using her to interfere with Arsendir/Aemulus (that would be no fun). She is more sus of Savut anyways due to her active deception and hostile take over, and is unsure of Arsendir's role in all that if there was any, but knows both wills are under Cogin's protection and doesn't think rocking that boat would be wise at the moment.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Indeed! Been here for just a bit, but I appeared here right inside the borders! Where are you?”
”it’s a pleasure! Now, would you like a room? A meal? Anything you want, we can get.”
*thank you. As it gets more power points, it’ll get bigger, from a level 1 hamlet, to a village, a town, a bustling city and then a metropolis.*
*also, i forgot, but what did we decide on when it came to Hekzia’s knowledge on Arsendir and Aemulus? It came up when Arsendir was talking to Savut, you said Hekzia just learned about it, and I had said that Arsendir is too careful to have that happen without their knowledge, but I’m not sure if we ever came to an agreement on it. Aemulus does have power points invested to keep its facade from being discovered by anybody, and I believe that currently, no living will knows Aemulus’ name.*
"My lair has no set location. However, I am currently anchored to the Kingdom of Concordia. Inside the borders..." she looks at the plaques before one catches her eye and realization hits her "That must mean you are Olliphander. Prince of Communications, Deity of Telephones, God of Industry and Gossip. A new god of this word, but one that is already making a name for himself. I wondered when we would speak."
"A meal sounds great my good fellow" Visk replies.
*Sweet, by the time the town becomes large enough to really gain notice, it will have a decent amount of power*
*So I believe we retconned that she was not able to listen in, but she does know her constructs were destroyed/dispelled when they were discovered in the temple. She technically does have a means of seeing what Arsendir/Aemulus could be up to due to the books she has of every Will recording them but she would have to actively read that book, and see doesn't interact with said books unless she speaks to a will with their respective book. Ultimately I have no intention of using her to interfere with Arsendir/Aemulus (that would be no fun). She is more sus of Savut anyways due to her active deception and hostile take over, and is unsure of Arsendir's role in all that if there was any, but knows both wills are under Cogin's protection and doesn't think rocking that boat would be wise at the moment.*
“Well, wonder no more! Lovely to meet you, darling! You are?”
they lead Visk to an appropriate sized table, shaped out of wood and vines, rising out of the hot spring in the center of the first floor. “What can I get you? Our food is our specialty, so we have everything you’ve ever heard of, and likely a bit more.”
*alright! I think that even if she did read Arsendir’s book, it’d only tell the story of Arsendir, since, as I had mentioned, Aemulus has gone to extreme lengths to protect their grand deception, investing power points each day to keep it so that no knowledge of its existence can be divined or found out really short of like, someone somehow finding out. It puts half of all of their earned power points each day into it, and I’m not sure how much exactly that is, but it’s a lot.*
“Well, wonder no more! Lovely to meet you, darling! You are?”
they lead Visk to an appropriate sized table, shaped out of wood and vines, rising out of the hot spring in the center of the first floor. “What can I get you? Our food is our specialty, so we have everything you’ve ever heard of, and likely a bit more.”
*alright! I think that even if she did read Arsendir’s book, it’d only tell the story of Arsendir, since, as I had mentioned, Aemulus has gone to extreme lengths to protect their grand deception, investing power points each day to keep it so that no knowledge of its existence can be divined or found out really short of like, someone somehow finding out. It puts half of all of their earned power points each day into it, and I’m not sure how much exactly that is, but it’s a lot.*
"I am the Black Codex, the Grand Archivist. But you may call me Hekzia.
"Why don't you give me the Chef's specialty. If there is none, surprise me. What's life without surprises."
*That works even better, she would have to actively counter that (which she couldn't even do without knowing there is a barrier on the information to counter I feel), or manage to record information of him in other ways like with all the other info she has been collecting. So she just has her gut intuition that something is not right, but she is rather secretive and suspicious of a lot of things anyways so...*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
elaraj takes the castle down, and lands it in a large field. he steps out, and begins creating. he creates three golems built of chocolate, in the shapes of a knight, a cowboy, and a messenger. he creates three horses for them to ride, and send them out into the nearby settlements, before the castle takes to the air again
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!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
Eleraj gets on the radio and asks vex. "castle's done, should I bring it over?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
my turn to apologize, my wifi was down for a while
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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!!!!!!
*I think Hekzia and Olliphander would either be great buddies or Hekzia would die from information overload*
sensing that the construct is, in fact not an actual creature, the sending stone does not ring yet.
its bustling with activity, hundreds of Herionidians from nearby settlements or nomadic cults are flocking to it to experience the joys of the temple and bathhouse. An intoxicating smoke pours out of it’s chimneys, and across the bridge from the bathhouse to the riverbank is lush with wild orchards of dozens of Herionidian trees, growing as well as they do in the Valley, harvested for their fruits every few days.
*I’m deciding that even though most Herionidians are either nomadic or live in the Valley, any permanent Herionidian settlements, of which there may only just be one or two right now slowly being established over the years, are going to be referred to as a Garden. For flavor.*
*Information overload would be an absolute joy for a Will that wishes to document all knowledge.*
Soon the arcane constructs would reach one of the many perches in the lair of the Grand Archivist. the tip of a serpentine tail would wrap around the stone before lifting it up towards the head of the massive cobra, polished black scales covered in ever shifting runes that carry the many words and thoughts of the residence of this world in many languages, the most dangerous and secret of them in a language only the serpent can understand. She inspect the ringing stone with curiosity.
"Well this looks like a quite the delightful establishment." The Jovial Drake says as he makes his way to the entrance, various wildflowers blooming around him as he walks, a gentle swarm of butterflies following him.
"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
As she grabs it, it starts ringing loudly. Then, a voice. ”Hello, Hello, Hello! Who’s this? I haven’t talked to you before- OH DARLING I MUST TELL YOU EVERYTHING, THERE’S THIS WONDERFUL FESTIVAL IN THE CITY OF ORDER- OOH, AND YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT LADY TIANA GRAY IS WEARING TO THE BALL OF THE GOLDEN CHALICE-“
he sees a tiny rat at the front desk, who looks up at him in what he assumes to be awe. A Herionidian walks up to him, bowing. “Welcome!”
*i have a character idea for this thread, wanna hear it?*
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, deep in thought, looking over blueprints for machines she has made.
Orchid is continuing to construct the Arena of Thorns, adding decorative fields of wildflowers around its exterior walls.
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)
"Hm...a festival you say?" A feminine voice replies. "What is this occasion celebrating?"
"Greetings to you as well. I noticed this lovely structure and thought I would see what this place was about." Visk says warmly.
*Absolutely, lets hear 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
“OH, DARLING, YOU SIMPLY MUST KNOW- RECENTLY, THERE HAS BEEN A STRING OF DISASTERS. BURNING BUILDINGS, A MISSING INFANT, ET CETERA! And so now one of the Mythos of Order, Arsendir the flayed god, is putting on a festival to raise spirits. Lots of lights, dancing, it’s simply magnificent!”
”it’s a shrine, and a place of rest and revelry, of Herionidus, the dead king. It is a pleasure to have you here!”
*okay, so, one day, out of nowhere, a village pops up out of nowhere. Placeholder name being Fidelir. And it’s perfect. Currently uninhabited, it will attract wanderers who will take up residence there. It is simply wonderful. The sky is clear and it’s sunny, light rain to water the crops, no crime whatsoever, no need for guards, food is plentiful and everyone has their own house. As I said before, it’s perfect. Well, perfect except for the one original resident of the town. In some dungeon beneath some building, a prisoner is kept. A child or an elderly person, who knows, whatever the details are, they are what would make it the most horrible. The residents know, they all know about them. Nobody knows why they are kept prisoner, in such horrible conditions, but they are. And nobody tries to free them. That is because they know if they are ever to be freed, the entire city, this perfect paradise, will vanish and wither within the hour. The prisoner is the source of the power points, and the city itself is the Will. It was heavily inspired by those who walk away from Omelas, which follows a similar premise.*
"The Flayed God....I see" the Serpent says as her head turns towards the center of the massive library where the statues of every Will that ever existed stand on display, each with a plague about the Will and a pedestal with a tome on it. Some tomes are small while others are large, some are closed and others open with a magical quill writing in the tome. "You reside in the City of Order correct? A Will I assume?" She says as she slithers over to the statues.
"I have heard of the late Overwill of Revelry, quite the inspiration for a being such as myself. Thank you for having me"
*That sounds creepy and awesome. I could definitely see many Wills being conflicted about the nature of this town*
"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
“Indeed! Been here for just a bit, but I appeared here right inside the borders! Where are you?”
”it’s a pleasure! Now, would you like a room? A meal? Anything you want, we can get.”
*thank you. As it gets more power points, it’ll get bigger, from a level 1 hamlet, to a village, a town, a bustling city and then a metropolis.*
*also, i forgot, but what did we decide on when it came to Hekzia’s knowledge on Arsendir and Aemulus? It came up when Arsendir was talking to Savut, you said Hekzia just learned about it, and I had said that Arsendir is too careful to have that happen without their knowledge, but I’m not sure if we ever came to an agreement on it. Aemulus does have power points invested to keep its facade from being discovered by anybody, and I believe that currently, no living will knows Aemulus’ name.*
"My lair has no set location. However, I am currently anchored to the Kingdom of Concordia. Inside the borders..." she looks at the plaques before one catches her eye and realization hits her "That must mean you are Olliphander. Prince of Communications, Deity of Telephones, God of Industry and Gossip. A new god of this word, but one that is already making a name for himself. I wondered when we would speak."
"A meal sounds great my good fellow" Visk replies.
*Sweet, by the time the town becomes large enough to really gain notice, it will have a decent amount of power*
*So I believe we retconned that she was not able to listen in, but she does know her constructs were destroyed/dispelled when they were discovered in the temple. She technically does have a means of seeing what Arsendir/Aemulus could be up to due to the books she has of every Will recording them but she would have to actively read that book, and see doesn't interact with said books unless she speaks to a will with their respective book. Ultimately I have no intention of using her to interfere with Arsendir/Aemulus (that would be no fun). She is more sus of Savut anyways due to her active deception and hostile take over, and is unsure of Arsendir's role in all that if there was any, but knows both wills are under Cogin's protection and doesn't think rocking that boat would be wise at the moment.*
"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, wonder no more! Lovely to meet you, darling! You are?”
they lead Visk to an appropriate sized table, shaped out of wood and vines, rising out of the hot spring in the center of the first floor. “What can I get you? Our food is our specialty, so we have everything you’ve ever heard of, and likely a bit more.”
*alright! I think that even if she did read Arsendir’s book, it’d only tell the story of Arsendir, since, as I had mentioned, Aemulus has gone to extreme lengths to protect their grand deception, investing power points each day to keep it so that no knowledge of its existence can be divined or found out really short of like, someone somehow finding out. It puts half of all of their earned power points each day into it, and I’m not sure how much exactly that is, but it’s a lot.*
"I am the Black Codex, the Grand Archivist. But you may call me Hekzia.
"Why don't you give me the Chef's specialty. If there is none, surprise me. What's life without surprises."
*That works even better, she would have to actively counter that (which she couldn't even do without knowing there is a barrier on the information to counter I feel), or manage to record information of him in other ways like with all the other info she has been collecting. So she just has her gut intuition that something is not right, but she is rather secretive and suspicious of a lot of things anyways so...*
"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
elaraj takes the castle down, and lands it in a large field. he steps out, and begins creating. he creates three golems built of chocolate, in the shapes of a knight, a cowboy, and a messenger. he creates three horses for them to ride, and send them out into the nearby settlements, before the castle takes to the air again
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!!!!!!
*sorry about yesterday, my computer died*
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*its alright. I wondered where you were.*
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!!!!!!
*do u wanna actually roleplay now?*
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*sure*
Eleraj gets on the radio and asks vex. "castle's done, should I bring it over?"
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!!!!!!
"Sure! my troops would LOVE some delicacies."
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*hello?*
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my turn to apologize, my wifi was down for a while
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!!!!!!
i gotta get off soon cuz my school D&D club starts in 8 mins
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