Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
"Hmm... Killing a bunch of mortals don't seem to controlled..." Shadowy arms flow out of the holes in the bottom of their hood "Life... death- yes cycles are controlled, yet mass death is rather... uncontrolled"
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
"Hmm... Killing a bunch of mortals don't seem to controlled..." Shadowy arms flow out of the holes in the bottom of their hood "Life... death- yes cycles are controlled, yet mass death is rather... uncontrolled"
She circles around him, still atop a moving wave of floodwater. “Darling… you do not see what the order of the Monsoon is… I bring destruction, but once it passes, I cease the rain. The mortals will soon know when and where I will strike, and they can take advantage of my gifts…”
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
"Hmm... Killing a bunch of mortals don't seem to controlled..." Shadowy arms flow out of the holes in the bottom of their hood "Life... death- yes cycles are controlled, yet mass death is rather... uncontrolled"
She circles around him, still atop a moving wave of floodwater. “Darling… you do not see what the order of the Monsoon is… I bring destruction, but once it passes, I cease the rain. The mortals will soon know when and where I will strike, and they can take advantage of my gifts…”
"Tests meant to be controlled! If you plan to teach- make it simple. Mortal parents do not make their children pay taxes and such as soon as they are born" The arms curl
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the time
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
"Hmm... Killing a bunch of mortals don't seem to controlled..." Shadowy arms flow out of the holes in the bottom of their hood "Life... death- yes cycles are controlled, yet mass death is rather... uncontrolled"
She circles around him, still atop a moving wave of floodwater. “Darling… you do not see what the order of the Monsoon is… I bring destruction, but once it passes, I cease the rain. The mortals will soon know when and where I will strike, and they can take advantage of my gifts…”
"Tests meant to be controlled! If you plan to teach- make it simple. Mortal parents do not make their children pay taxes and such as soon as they are born" The arms curl
“Hmm.. No thanks! That is not how nature should work.” she claps her hands, and thunder rumbles in sync. “I have my methods, and you have yours. whether they fear or revel in the rain is up to them, but either way, they will get used to it.”
*Character concept: the Crucible from Elden Ring, but it's a shadow/nightmare entity. The missing link between Azathoth and life itself, in a way. Essentially, high lord/lady of the currently non-existent Creation domain. Not the domain of crafting things, but of the very act of conception, the spark that allows new things to be invented, born, literally conceived of.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Asper is sitting beneath the tree, bored
Tiku is still sitting on Savut's tree
Ser is still going insane
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.
Aaravi is continuing to follow the path of the new Monsoon winds, leaving a trail of storm clouds and an endless downpour in her wake.
Ser's cult just happens to be in the path at the 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.
First come the winds.
suddenly, with little warning, a torrential gale of terrifying proportions rages across the land. It brings hot, humid air with it. Animals flee, not used to the powerful winds, and made uncomfortable by the humidity.
In the distance, the winds propel enormous storm clouds through the sky, heading straight for the area.
soon come the Rains.
The cultists all continue... somthing
Ser looks at Aaravi "Well... Hello..." They say in a strange voice
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.
Aaravi travels along with the rains, arriving along with a torrential downpour. Cackling madly, she skates up to Ser on the wave of the oncoming flash flood. ”greetings! I bring the rains!”
Ser stares, their six eyes unblinking "Uncontrolled chaos I see... foolish foolish. You act like a mortal!" They make a few alters of teleportation for their cultists, and they open their hood (they are a giant snake)
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.
“You mistake the Monsoon for uncontrolled destruction, my dear! I am nothing if not controlled… and I am… much more than a mortal. I bring life, I bring death! I bring the rains…”
"Hmm... Killing a bunch of mortals don't seem to controlled..." Shadowy arms flow out of the holes in the bottom of their hood "Life... death- yes cycles are controlled, yet mass death is rather... uncontrolled"
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 circles around him, still atop a moving wave of floodwater. “Darling… you do not see what the order of the Monsoon is… I bring destruction, but once it passes, I cease the rain. The mortals will soon know when and where I will strike, and they can take advantage of my gifts…”
"Tests meant to be controlled! If you plan to teach- make it simple. Mortal parents do not make their children pay taxes and such as soon as they are born" The arms curl
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.
“Hmm.. No thanks! That is not how nature should work.” she claps her hands, and thunder rumbles in sync. “I have my methods, and you have yours. whether they fear or revel in the rain is up to them, but either way, they will get used to it.”
*Cut with Arch*
"Well, than I will protect my people 'til they are ready to protect themselves" The arms flop
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.
“Do so then! Because I will not halt my path, for my path is the wind!”
"Okay" They grab an orb from somewhere and throw it far away, where an explosion is soon seen
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.
*I still desperately need to come up with another Will for this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She seems not to notice, already hundreds of feet away, waltzing in the rain as the area begins to flood. Wind picks up even more.
*good place to end?*
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.
*yeah*
*Character concept: the Crucible from Elden Ring, but it's a shadow/nightmare entity. The missing link between Azathoth and life itself, in a way. Essentially, high lord/lady of the currently non-existent Creation domain. Not the domain of crafting things, but of the very act of conception, the spark that allows new things to be invented, born, literally conceived of.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.