A tempestuous wind blows from the sea of storms towards the land, pushing along colossal clouds with it. They storm across the landscape, bringing much needed rain, this far from the river Herionidus. The land the wind is flowing towards is rather dry, not wastes, but more of a sparse grassland with the occasional small forest.
then, the rain gets more intense. An otherworldly yet completely natural aura of foreboding power is felt throughout the region, as the rain turns into a hurricane force threat, causing the lands to flood a bit. In the very Deep South of the region, the storms begin to fill a deep, old lakebed in the landscape, having not had this much water since the start of the world. The wildlife in the entire region is in a state of panic, trying to escape the flood. At the same time, this much water, while devastating, could possibly let plantlife flourish once the flood drains. However long that will take.
the lake fills completely, and it begins to swell out of the newly filled lakebed. The scene is both terrifying and magical. In a single moment, the rain above the lake triples in intensity, before fading to its original, still unbelievably intense rainfall. In that moment, a figure appeared over the lake. A smiling woman with dark skin, a beautiful dress weaved from the raging rainfall around her, and many beads of jewelry which shake and rattle as she move. Barefoot, she dances upon the water’s surface, the rumbling of thunder, flashing of lighting, and sudden surges of rain following her movements.
this is the Wind, Water, Tempest and Order domain goddess of Monsoons, Aaravi, the Heavenly Cascade.
The gathering storm would surely attract one of two people, either the dapper vampire Slayer, or the noble lord of Storm’s, the Nameless King. Today comes the latter, the lightning crackling in the sky becoming a bright divine golden color as he falls from the clouds to the ground, accompanied by a massive lightning strike next to the lake. He is dressed in his armor as the dust settles around him, his arms crossed and eyes crackling with lightning through his helmet, as well as his mane. He does something unexpected, giving them a respectful bow despite his massive stature and exceeding power advantage, speaking with respect “Hello, and welcome to this world.”
Smiling madly, Aaravi turns to face the nameless king. Even this small movement causes a massive wave of rainwater to rush towards the nameless king, which would drench him if not for the fact he’s already probably soaking wet. Aaravi, in one swift movement, skates across the water to right up to the nameless king. She bows, her eyes wild, while her movements are simultaneously elegant, almost like a ballerina. “greetings! i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time… but now it’s here! Revel in or fear the rains, I care not which, I only bring them!”
He cracks his neck as he stands up, towering over the mad will, his voice booming as if it’s fueled by the storm itself “I hate to inform you, but I have been a bringer of storms long before you manifested in this world. Nonetheless, another will of any kind if welcome, no matter how deranged.” He says, smiling a bit under his helm.
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
A tempestuous wind blows from the sea of storms towards the land, pushing along colossal clouds with it. They storm across the landscape, bringing much needed rain, this far from the river Herionidus. The land the wind is flowing towards is rather dry, not wastes, but more of a sparse grassland with the occasional small forest.
then, the rain gets more intense. An otherworldly yet completely natural aura of foreboding power is felt throughout the region, as the rain turns into a hurricane force threat, causing the lands to flood a bit. In the very Deep South of the region, the storms begin to fill a deep, old lakebed in the landscape, having not had this much water since the start of the world. The wildlife in the entire region is in a state of panic, trying to escape the flood. At the same time, this much water, while devastating, could possibly let plantlife flourish once the flood drains. However long that will take.
the lake fills completely, and it begins to swell out of the newly filled lakebed. The scene is both terrifying and magical. In a single moment, the rain above the lake triples in intensity, before fading to its original, still unbelievably intense rainfall. In that moment, a figure appeared over the lake. A smiling woman with dark skin, a beautiful dress weaved from the raging rainfall around her, and many beads of jewelry which shake and rattle as she move. Barefoot, she dances upon the water’s surface, the rumbling of thunder, flashing of lighting, and sudden surges of rain following her movements.
this is the Wind, Water, Tempest and Order domain goddess of Monsoons, Aaravi, the Heavenly Cascade.
The gathering storm would surely attract one of two people, either the dapper vampire Slayer, or the noble lord of Storm’s, the Nameless King. Today comes the latter, the lightning crackling in the sky becoming a bright divine golden color as he falls from the clouds to the ground, accompanied by a massive lightning strike next to the lake. He is dressed in his armor as the dust settles around him, his arms crossed and eyes crackling with lightning through his helmet, as well as his mane. He does something unexpected, giving them a respectful bow despite his massive stature and exceeding power advantage, speaking with respect “Hello, and welcome to this world.”
Smiling madly, Aaravi turns to face the nameless king. Even this small movement causes a massive wave of rainwater to rush towards the nameless king, which would drench him if not for the fact he’s already probably soaking wet. Aaravi, in one swift movement, skates across the water to right up to the nameless king. She bows, her eyes wild, while her movements are simultaneously elegant, almost like a ballerina. “greetings! i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time… but now it’s here! Revel in or fear the rains, I care not which, I only bring them!”
He cracks his neck as he stands up, towering over the mad will, his voice booming as if it’s fueled by the storm itself “I hate to inform you, but I have been a bringer of storms long before you manifested in this world. Nonetheless, another will of any kind if welcome, no matter how deranged.” He says, smiling a bit under his helm.
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
“I certainly believe you when you say that, your rain is destructive and not firmly held without the grip of a stable hand. You seem like the type that is very selective in what you do, though you provide too much or too little. You already said your name, I have yet to say mine, I am the Nameless King.”
A tempestuous wind blows from the sea of storms towards the land, pushing along colossal clouds with it. They storm across the landscape, bringing much needed rain, this far from the river Herionidus. The land the wind is flowing towards is rather dry, not wastes, but more of a sparse grassland with the occasional small forest.
then, the rain gets more intense. An otherworldly yet completely natural aura of foreboding power is felt throughout the region, as the rain turns into a hurricane force threat, causing the lands to flood a bit. In the very Deep South of the region, the storms begin to fill a deep, old lakebed in the landscape, having not had this much water since the start of the world. The wildlife in the entire region is in a state of panic, trying to escape the flood. At the same time, this much water, while devastating, could possibly let plantlife flourish once the flood drains. However long that will take.
the lake fills completely, and it begins to swell out of the newly filled lakebed. The scene is both terrifying and magical. In a single moment, the rain above the lake triples in intensity, before fading to its original, still unbelievably intense rainfall. In that moment, a figure appeared over the lake. A smiling woman with dark skin, a beautiful dress weaved from the raging rainfall around her, and many beads of jewelry which shake and rattle as she move. Barefoot, she dances upon the water’s surface, the rumbling of thunder, flashing of lighting, and sudden surges of rain following her movements.
this is the Wind, Water, Tempest and Order domain goddess of Monsoons, Aaravi, the Heavenly Cascade.
The gathering storm would surely attract one of two people, either the dapper vampire Slayer, or the noble lord of Storm’s, the Nameless King. Today comes the latter, the lightning crackling in the sky becoming a bright divine golden color as he falls from the clouds to the ground, accompanied by a massive lightning strike next to the lake. He is dressed in his armor as the dust settles around him, his arms crossed and eyes crackling with lightning through his helmet, as well as his mane. He does something unexpected, giving them a respectful bow despite his massive stature and exceeding power advantage, speaking with respect “Hello, and welcome to this world.”
Smiling madly, Aaravi turns to face the nameless king. Even this small movement causes a massive wave of rainwater to rush towards the nameless king, which would drench him if not for the fact he’s already probably soaking wet. Aaravi, in one swift movement, skates across the water to right up to the nameless king. She bows, her eyes wild, while her movements are simultaneously elegant, almost like a ballerina. “greetings! i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time… but now it’s here! Revel in or fear the rains, I care not which, I only bring them!”
He cracks his neck as he stands up, towering over the mad will, his voice booming as if it’s fueled by the storm itself “I hate to inform you, but I have been a bringer of storms long before you manifested in this world. Nonetheless, another will of any kind if welcome, no matter how deranged.” He says, smiling a bit under his helm.
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
“I certainly believe you when you say that, your rain is destructive and not firmly held without the grip of a stable hand. You seem like the type that is very selective in what you do, though you provide too much or too little. You already said your name, I have yet to say mine, I am the Nameless King.”
“My tempests will bring what this desolate, dry waste of a grassland needs: life! Once my rains clear, this place will blossom in the dry season, and whatever managed to survive the floods will be better suited to nest year’s downpour. And the nameless king? What a peculiar name… it matters not! Care to dance with me upon these waters?” *how do you like Aaravi so far? She’s a bit… unstable, but thats just because it’s the rain season :>*
A tempestuous wind blows from the sea of storms towards the land, pushing along colossal clouds with it. They storm across the landscape, bringing much needed rain, this far from the river Herionidus. The land the wind is flowing towards is rather dry, not wastes, but more of a sparse grassland with the occasional small forest.
then, the rain gets more intense. An otherworldly yet completely natural aura of foreboding power is felt throughout the region, as the rain turns into a hurricane force threat, causing the lands to flood a bit. In the very Deep South of the region, the storms begin to fill a deep, old lakebed in the landscape, having not had this much water since the start of the world. The wildlife in the entire region is in a state of panic, trying to escape the flood. At the same time, this much water, while devastating, could possibly let plantlife flourish once the flood drains. However long that will take.
the lake fills completely, and it begins to swell out of the newly filled lakebed. The scene is both terrifying and magical. In a single moment, the rain above the lake triples in intensity, before fading to its original, still unbelievably intense rainfall. In that moment, a figure appeared over the lake. A smiling woman with dark skin, a beautiful dress weaved from the raging rainfall around her, and many beads of jewelry which shake and rattle as she move. Barefoot, she dances upon the water’s surface, the rumbling of thunder, flashing of lighting, and sudden surges of rain following her movements.
this is the Wind, Water, Tempest and Order domain goddess of Monsoons, Aaravi, the Heavenly Cascade.
The gathering storm would surely attract one of two people, either the dapper vampire Slayer, or the noble lord of Storm’s, the Nameless King. Today comes the latter, the lightning crackling in the sky becoming a bright divine golden color as he falls from the clouds to the ground, accompanied by a massive lightning strike next to the lake. He is dressed in his armor as the dust settles around him, his arms crossed and eyes crackling with lightning through his helmet, as well as his mane. He does something unexpected, giving them a respectful bow despite his massive stature and exceeding power advantage, speaking with respect “Hello, and welcome to this world.”
Smiling madly, Aaravi turns to face the nameless king. Even this small movement causes a massive wave of rainwater to rush towards the nameless king, which would drench him if not for the fact he’s already probably soaking wet. Aaravi, in one swift movement, skates across the water to right up to the nameless king. She bows, her eyes wild, while her movements are simultaneously elegant, almost like a ballerina. “greetings! i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time… but now it’s here! Revel in or fear the rains, I care not which, I only bring them!”
He cracks his neck as he stands up, towering over the mad will, his voice booming as if it’s fueled by the storm itself “I hate to inform you, but I have been a bringer of storms long before you manifested in this world. Nonetheless, another will of any kind if welcome, no matter how deranged.” He says, smiling a bit under his helm.
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
“I certainly believe you when you say that, your rain is destructive and not firmly held without the grip of a stable hand. You seem like the type that is very selective in what you do, though you provide too much or too little. You already said your name, I have yet to say mine, I am the Nameless King.”
“My tempests will bring what this desolate, dry waste of a grassland needs: life! Once my rains clear, this place will blossom in the dry season, and whatever managed to survive the floods will be better suited to nest year’s downpour. And the nameless king? What a peculiar name… it matters not! Care to dance with me upon these waters?” *how do you like Aaravi so far? She’s a bit… unstable, but thats just because it’s the rain season :>*
*I love a chaotic character, after all, my first here was Happy Chaos.*
He sheds his armor, the lightning dispersing off of him as it falls to the ground, revealing a towering, strong man with a long mane of hair “I would be honored, though I am not much of a dancer outside of the fields of battle.” He steps onto the water, causing it to ripple “Lead the way.”
A tempestuous wind blows from the sea of storms towards the land, pushing along colossal clouds with it. They storm across the landscape, bringing much needed rain, this far from the river Herionidus. The land the wind is flowing towards is rather dry, not wastes, but more of a sparse grassland with the occasional small forest.
then, the rain gets more intense. An otherworldly yet completely natural aura of foreboding power is felt throughout the region, as the rain turns into a hurricane force threat, causing the lands to flood a bit. In the very Deep South of the region, the storms begin to fill a deep, old lakebed in the landscape, having not had this much water since the start of the world. The wildlife in the entire region is in a state of panic, trying to escape the flood. At the same time, this much water, while devastating, could possibly let plantlife flourish once the flood drains. However long that will take.
the lake fills completely, and it begins to swell out of the newly filled lakebed. The scene is both terrifying and magical. In a single moment, the rain above the lake triples in intensity, before fading to its original, still unbelievably intense rainfall. In that moment, a figure appeared over the lake. A smiling woman with dark skin, a beautiful dress weaved from the raging rainfall around her, and many beads of jewelry which shake and rattle as she move. Barefoot, she dances upon the water’s surface, the rumbling of thunder, flashing of lighting, and sudden surges of rain following her movements.
this is the Wind, Water, Tempest and Order domain goddess of Monsoons, Aaravi, the Heavenly Cascade.
The gathering storm would surely attract one of two people, either the dapper vampire Slayer, or the noble lord of Storm’s, the Nameless King. Today comes the latter, the lightning crackling in the sky becoming a bright divine golden color as he falls from the clouds to the ground, accompanied by a massive lightning strike next to the lake. He is dressed in his armor as the dust settles around him, his arms crossed and eyes crackling with lightning through his helmet, as well as his mane. He does something unexpected, giving them a respectful bow despite his massive stature and exceeding power advantage, speaking with respect “Hello, and welcome to this world.”
Smiling madly, Aaravi turns to face the nameless king. Even this small movement causes a massive wave of rainwater to rush towards the nameless king, which would drench him if not for the fact he’s already probably soaking wet. Aaravi, in one swift movement, skates across the water to right up to the nameless king. She bows, her eyes wild, while her movements are simultaneously elegant, almost like a ballerina. “greetings! i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time… but now it’s here! Revel in or fear the rains, I care not which, I only bring them!”
He cracks his neck as he stands up, towering over the mad will, his voice booming as if it’s fueled by the storm itself “I hate to inform you, but I have been a bringer of storms long before you manifested in this world. Nonetheless, another will of any kind if welcome, no matter how deranged.” He says, smiling a bit under his helm.
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
“I certainly believe you when you say that, your rain is destructive and not firmly held without the grip of a stable hand. You seem like the type that is very selective in what you do, though you provide too much or too little. You already said your name, I have yet to say mine, I am the Nameless King.”
“My tempests will bring what this desolate, dry waste of a grassland needs: life! Once my rains clear, this place will blossom in the dry season, and whatever managed to survive the floods will be better suited to nest year’s downpour. And the nameless king? What a peculiar name… it matters not! Care to dance with me upon these waters?” *how do you like Aaravi so far? She’s a bit… unstable, but thats just because it’s the rain season :>*
*I love a chaotic character, after all, my first here was Happy Chaos.*
He sheds his armor, the lightning dispersing off of him as it falls to the ground, revealing a towering, strong man with a long mane of hair “I would be honored, though I am not much of a dancer outside of the fields of battle.” He steps onto the water, causing it to ripple “Lead the way.”
She grabs his hand, although she is much smaller than he is. She leads him in a graceful dance which seems to come naturally to him. Each step either of them take, a wave crashes into the shore in sync, every jump and every spin causes thunder and lightning to strike the rolling hills, fires snuffed out by the endless downpour before they could even begin. It’s utterly beautiful, and it’s so, so very destructive. This place hasn’t seen this much rain ever, and by the time the rains stop, the land will be completely changed: it will be lush, full of life, and ready for the next season of rain. But currently, this is but a flash flood: the soil is too hard and for now, too dry for the water to drain.
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
“You’re not half bad yourself!” she cackles, doing a twirl. The winds pick up drastically, and if Nameless weren’t a will, he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond the torrential downpour. “They’ll say I’m crazy, I know it, everyone will. But they need to know the good I’m doing for this world… how old is it now? There are still so many places, to the north, the south, the east… barely anything even grows there. It’s mostly just desert, some grassland. It’s barren, but I’m going to be changing that! Most you’ll find in the east at this point are boring old rolling grasslands, since no major river reaches there. But think about it! WHAT IF IT DID? oh, how wonderful this world will be!”
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
“You’re not half bad yourself!” she cackles, doing a twirl. The winds pick up drastically, and if Nameless weren’t a will, he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond the torrential downpour. “They’ll say I’m crazy, I know it, everyone will. But they need to know the good I’m doing for this world… how old is it now? There are still so many places, to the north, the south, the east… barely anything even grows there. It’s mostly just desert, some grassland. It’s barren, but I’m going to be changing that! Most you’ll find in the east at this point are boring old rolling grasslands, since no major river reaches there. But think about it! WHAT IF IT DID? oh, how wonderful this world will be!”
He chuckles with them “Sometimes it’s better when the world has a little crazy in it, maybe I’m out of line to say this, but I do find myself liking you, and I do hope you aren’t killed by someone who… finds themselves disagreeing.” He says, his dancing style less fluid, as a result of his massive size, but seems to be a trained dancer, formally at least.
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
“You’re not half bad yourself!” she cackles, doing a twirl. The winds pick up drastically, and if Nameless weren’t a will, he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond the torrential downpour. “They’ll say I’m crazy, I know it, everyone will. But they need to know the good I’m doing for this world… how old is it now? There are still so many places, to the north, the south, the east… barely anything even grows there. It’s mostly just desert, some grassland. It’s barren, but I’m going to be changing that! Most you’ll find in the east at this point are boring old rolling grasslands, since no major river reaches there. But think about it! WHAT IF IT DID? oh, how wonderful this world will be!”
He chuckles with them “Sometimes it’s better when the world has a little crazy in it, maybe I’m out of line to say this, but I do find myself liking you, and I do hope you aren’t killed by someone who… finds themselves disagreeing.” He says, his dancing style less fluid, as a result of his massive size, but seems to be a trained dancer, formally at least.
”who’d do that? I’d like to know, just in case….” She says, a hint of concern In Her voice. At this point, the lake has completely overflowed and the surrounding region is majorly flooded.
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
“You’re not half bad yourself!” she cackles, doing a twirl. The winds pick up drastically, and if Nameless weren’t a will, he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond the torrential downpour. “They’ll say I’m crazy, I know it, everyone will. But they need to know the good I’m doing for this world… how old is it now? There are still so many places, to the north, the south, the east… barely anything even grows there. It’s mostly just desert, some grassland. It’s barren, but I’m going to be changing that! Most you’ll find in the east at this point are boring old rolling grasslands, since no major river reaches there. But think about it! WHAT IF IT DID? oh, how wonderful this world will be!”
He chuckles with them “Sometimes it’s better when the world has a little crazy in it, maybe I’m out of line to say this, but I do find myself liking you, and I do hope you aren’t killed by someone who… finds themselves disagreeing.” He says, his dancing style less fluid, as a result of his massive size, but seems to be a trained dancer, formally at least.
”who’d do that? I’d like to know, just in case….” She says, a hint of concern In Her voice. At this point, the lake has completely overflowed and the surrounding region is majorly flooded.
“I certainly wouldn’t, and would happy to align with you as a matter of fact. Just the more… unstable wills, or those like Cogin who may you see as a threat.” With a snap of his fingers, the lightning stops.
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, testing a new weapon she created- what looks like a rotating wheel of serrated metal teeth on the end of a staff.
Orchid has almost completed the Arena of Thorns, and is preparing for its grand opening.
She senses the presence of four Charnel hounds in the area, as well as their undead riders.
a flock of crows is watching her work. They aren’t normal crows, though… the size of wild dogs, some have claws on their wings, extra eyes or tongues, or spines on their backs. Their feathers are tainted a sickly green, and their beaks drip with an acidic substance.
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, testing a new weapon she created- what looks like a rotating wheel of serrated metal teeth on the end of a staff.
Orchid has almost completed the Arena of Thorns, and is preparing for its grand opening.
She senses the presence of four Charnel hounds in the area, as well as their undead riders.
a flock of crows is watching her work. They aren’t normal crows, though… the size of wild dogs, some have claws on their wings, extra eyes or tongues, or spines on their backs. Their feathers are tainted a sickly green, and their beaks drip with an acidic substance.
She begins to stealthily (well, as stealthily as one with fourteen metal spider legs can be) head towards wherever the presence is, thinking that if Perseus is there, she can talk to him again, and that if not, she'll just have another excuse to test her new creation.
Upon seeing the crows, she seems especially curious, moving over to them to get a closer look. "How fascinating..." She mutters to herself.
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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)
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, testing a new weapon she created- what looks like a rotating wheel of serrated metal teeth on the end of a staff.
Orchid has almost completed the Arena of Thorns, and is preparing for its grand opening.
She senses the presence of four Charnel hounds in the area, as well as their undead riders.
a flock of crows is watching her work. They aren’t normal crows, though… the size of wild dogs, some have claws on their wings, extra eyes or tongues, or spines on their backs. Their feathers are tainted a sickly green, and their beaks drip with an acidic substance.
She begins to stealthily (well, as stealthily as one with fourteen metal spider legs can be) head towards wherever the presence is, thinking that if Perseus is there, she can talk to him again, and that if not, she'll just have another excuse to test her new creation.
Upon seeing the crows, she seems especially curious, moving over to them to get a closer look. "How fascinating..." She mutters to herself.
She finds them a few miles away from where she was, exploring the gray peaks in search of Mirth Manor. Following the four Mourns are an array of reanimated corpses, covered in fungi. Perseus is among them, on the far end of the group.
one of the crows flies right up to her, squawking. “H-o…w… How Fasc-… Fascinating!” it squawks, mimicking her.
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, testing a new weapon she created- what looks like a rotating wheel of serrated metal teeth on the end of a staff.
Orchid has almost completed the Arena of Thorns, and is preparing for its grand opening.
She senses the presence of four Charnel hounds in the area, as well as their undead riders.
a flock of crows is watching her work. They aren’t normal crows, though… the size of wild dogs, some have claws on their wings, extra eyes or tongues, or spines on their backs. Their feathers are tainted a sickly green, and their beaks drip with an acidic substance.
She begins to stealthily (well, as stealthily as one with fourteen metal spider legs can be) head towards wherever the presence is, thinking that if Perseus is there, she can talk to him again, and that if not, she'll just have another excuse to test her new creation.
Upon seeing the crows, she seems especially curious, moving over to them to get a closer look. "How fascinating..." She mutters to herself.
She finds them a few miles away from where she was, exploring the gray peaks in search of Mirth Manor. Following the four Mourns are an array of reanimated corpses, covered in fungi. Perseus is among them, on the far end of the group.
one of the crows flies right up to her, squawking. “H-o…w… How Fasc-… Fascinating!” it squawks, mimicking her.
Eris tries to stay out of sight, and takes notes of the fungus-covered corpses, figuring she might as well gather data while here.
She is even more intrigued, crouching down a bit to look closer at the crow that approached. "Whoever made you?" She wonders aloud.
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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)
With a Titan of Wind and Earth created, Zeon begins to consider what sort of titan to make next.
Both Ezeroc and Alabastor are intrigued by Orchid's new arena due to their shared Strife domain.
Asada begins setting plans in motion from the shadows to slow down the strange undead dragon and leaving information for Sophia's town alerting them of the coming danger.
The four dragon Wills are currently meeting within Visk's Twilight Temple to discuss matters pertaining to their respective regions and even beyond their kingdom.
Rendy is flying around, looking for any friends new and old to chat with.
Phantom has been hard at work helping various settlements prepare for the first signs of spring.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
With a Titan of Wind and Earth created, Zeon begins to consider what sort of titan to make next.
Both Ezeroc and Alabastor are intrigued by Orchid's new arena due to their shared Strife domain.
Asada begins setting plans in motion from the shadows to slow down the strange undead dragon and leaving information for Sophia's town alerting them of the coming danger.
The four dragon Wills are currently meeting within Visk's Twilight Temple to discuss matters pertaining to their respective regions and even beyond their kingdom.
Rendy is flying around, looking for any friends new and old to chat with.
Phantom has been hard at work helping various settlements prepare for the first signs of spring.
After a while longer, Orchid appears at the front entrance of the arena, a wide smile on their face. "Greetings, fellow beings of Strife. It is with great pleasure that I announce that the Arena of Thorns... is now open!" She snaps her fingers, the dense brambles that were previously denying access to inside the colossal structure dissolve into blistering amber ooze, revealing the entrance into the Arena of Thorns proper.
Rendy sees Eris is on the rooftop platform of the wandering Mirth Manor, making repairs to the large ballista-like energy weapon there alongside another of the Mirth Family, who seems to also be heavily augmented with machinery.
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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)
After a while longer, Orchid appears at the front entrance of the arena, a wide smile on their face. "Greetings, fellow beings of Strife. It is with great pleasure that I announce that the Arena of Thorns... is now open!" She snaps her fingers, the dense brambles that were previously denying access to inside the colossal structure dissolve into blistering amber ooze, revealing the entrance into the Arena of Thorns proper.
Rendy sees Eris is on the rooftop platform of the wandering Mirth Manor, making repairs to the large ballista-like energy weapon there alongside another of the Mirth Family, who seems to also be heavily augmented with machinery.
The Malignant Malady scurries inside, admiring the work of the grand arena. "Such a glorious battleground. I can't wait to break it in." The Moonlight Hunter takes in the interior. "This seems like a good place to practice."
"Oh, new people!" the little moth Will says excitedly as he flies to to get a closer look.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Deranged! Gasp! I am not deranged, good sir! You will find that I am very organized when it comes to my rain-bringing! I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! and you may have been doing this for a long time, but I can assure you: my rains are not the same as your rains.”
“I certainly believe you when you say that, your rain is destructive and not firmly held without the grip of a stable hand. You seem like the type that is very selective in what you do, though you provide too much or too little. You already said your name, I have yet to say mine, I am the Nameless King.”
“My tempests will bring what this desolate, dry waste of a grassland needs: life! Once my rains clear, this place will blossom in the dry season, and whatever managed to survive the floods will be better suited to nest year’s downpour. And the nameless king? What a peculiar name… it matters not! Care to dance with me upon these waters?”
*how do you like Aaravi so far? She’s a bit… unstable, but thats just because it’s the rain season :>*
*I love a chaotic character, after all, my first here was Happy Chaos.*
He sheds his armor, the lightning dispersing off of him as it falls to the ground, revealing a towering, strong man with a long mane of hair “I would be honored, though I am not much of a dancer outside of the fields of battle.” He steps onto the water, causing it to ripple “Lead the way.”
She grabs his hand, although she is much smaller than he is. She leads him in a graceful dance which seems to come naturally to him. Each step either of them take, a wave crashes into the shore in sync, every jump and every spin causes thunder and lightning to strike the rolling hills, fires snuffed out by the endless downpour before they could even begin. It’s utterly beautiful, and it’s so, so very destructive. This place hasn’t seen this much rain ever, and by the time the rains stop, the land will be completely changed: it will be lush, full of life, and ready for the next season of rain. But currently, this is but a flash flood: the soil is too hard and for now, too dry for the water to drain.
*Cut for Arch.*
He joins them in the dance, keeping pace and getting lost in what the moment is, the music and song that is nature’s catastrophes, booming all around them as he follows their lead. He hasn’t looked this happy in a while, noticing the effects in the moment, but knowing what will happen, as long as no mortals are harmed in the now, he lets it go, knowing the result will be better “You are an elegant dancer, I must admit.”
“You’re not half bad yourself!” she cackles, doing a twirl. The winds pick up drastically, and if Nameless weren’t a will, he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond the torrential downpour. “They’ll say I’m crazy, I know it, everyone will. But they need to know the good I’m doing for this world… how old is it now? There are still so many places, to the north, the south, the east… barely anything even grows there. It’s mostly just desert, some grassland. It’s barren, but I’m going to be changing that! Most you’ll find in the east at this point are boring old rolling grasslands, since no major river reaches there. But think about it! WHAT IF IT DID? oh, how wonderful this world will be!”
He chuckles with them “Sometimes it’s better when the world has a little crazy in it, maybe I’m out of line to say this, but I do find myself liking you, and I do hope you aren’t killed by someone who… finds themselves disagreeing.” He says, his dancing style less fluid, as a result of his massive size, but seems to be a trained dancer, formally at least.
”who’d do that? I’d like to know, just in case….” She says, a hint of concern In Her voice. At this point, the lake has completely overflowed and the surrounding region is majorly flooded.
“I certainly wouldn’t, and would happy to align with you as a matter of fact. Just the more… unstable wills, or those like Cogin who may you see as a threat.” With a snap of his fingers, the lightning stops.
*Good morning, everyone!*
Eris is at the Grey Peaks, testing a new weapon she created- what looks like a rotating wheel of serrated metal teeth on the end of a staff.
Orchid has almost completed the Arena of Thorns, and is preparing for its grand opening.
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)
She senses the presence of four Charnel hounds in the area, as well as their undead riders.
a flock of crows is watching her work. They aren’t normal crows, though… the size of wild dogs, some have claws on their wings, extra eyes or tongues, or spines on their backs. Their feathers are tainted a sickly green, and their beaks drip with an acidic substance.
She begins to stealthily (well, as stealthily as one with fourteen metal spider legs can be) head towards wherever the presence is, thinking that if Perseus is there, she can talk to him again, and that if not, she'll just have another excuse to test her new creation.
Upon seeing the crows, she seems especially curious, moving over to them to get a closer look. "How fascinating..." She mutters to herself.
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)
She finds them a few miles away from where she was, exploring the gray peaks in search of Mirth Manor. Following the four Mourns are an array of reanimated corpses, covered in fungi. Perseus is among them, on the far end of the group.
one of the crows flies right up to her, squawking. “H-o…w… How Fasc-… Fascinating!” it squawks, mimicking her.
Eris tries to stay out of sight, and takes notes of the fungus-covered corpses, figuring she might as well gather data while here.
She is even more intrigued, crouching down a bit to look closer at the crow that approached. "Whoever made you?" She wonders aloud.
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)
*sorry, I have to go!*
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
With a Titan of Wind and Earth created, Zeon begins to consider what sort of titan to make next.
Both Ezeroc and Alabastor are intrigued by Orchid's new arena due to their shared Strife domain.
Asada begins setting plans in motion from the shadows to slow down the strange undead dragon and leaving information for Sophia's town alerting them of the coming danger.
The four dragon Wills are currently meeting within Visk's Twilight Temple to discuss matters pertaining to their respective regions and even beyond their kingdom.
Rendy is flying around, looking for any friends new and old to chat with.
Phantom has been hard at work helping various settlements prepare for the first signs of spring.
"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
After a while longer, Orchid appears at the front entrance of the arena, a wide smile on their face. "Greetings, fellow beings of Strife. It is with great pleasure that I announce that the Arena of Thorns... is now open!" She snaps her fingers, the dense brambles that were previously denying access to inside the colossal structure dissolve into blistering amber ooze, revealing the entrance into the Arena of Thorns proper.
Rendy sees Eris is on the rooftop platform of the wandering Mirth Manor, making repairs to the large ballista-like energy weapon there alongside another of the Mirth Family, who seems to also be heavily augmented with machinery.
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)
The Malignant Malady scurries inside, admiring the work of the grand arena. "Such a glorious battleground. I can't wait to break it in." The Moonlight Hunter takes in the interior. "This seems like a good place to practice."
"Oh, new people!" the little moth Will says excitedly as he flies to to get a closer look.
"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