Sophia wakes up screaming. She’s had… visions again, of some horrible fate, everyone she knew died… everything she stood for gone… her life’s work destroyed… only it wasn’t her life. No, she was someone far more great than little Sophia. Like Sophia, she was a leader. But she was much, much more magnificent. Not a princess, no, not a Queen, no, an Empress…
but that doesn’t matter right now. She’s learned of some… undead horror marching towards the village. As she hears about it from one of her guards… her heart sinks. “How…” she rushes to the walls of the town, looking in the distance. She can See it just barely, shambling towards her home. At this rate, it’ll reach them within a day or two.
she suppresses the urge to give up, to flee, to run from the fate of her village. No, she’s going to save, it one way or another.
*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.*
*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.*
*ooh, fun! New domains!*
*if you're thinking about adding new domains, could we get a fate or future domain?*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*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.*
*ooh, fun! New domains!*
*if you're thinking about adding new domains, could we get a fate or future domain?*
*that would be nice. Maybe we could add a few new domains. Another idea I had (although this would be getting complicated and honestly wouldn’t serve much purpose) would be adding domains you can only get via a specific combination of other domains. Like Decadence+Strife=Taboo domain, or fear+shadows=nightmare domain, et cetera.*
*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.*
*ooh, fun! New domains!*
*if you're thinking about adding new domains, could we get a fate or future domain?*
*that would be great. I could finally give tempor a domain that actually fits its whole time thing, instead of the luck domain*
Zeon has decided to visit some places where volcanoes and fire not of its own making are prevalent in order to gain some inspiration for its Fire Titan. While traveling, it notices the flowing rain in the distance, moving with purpose instead of just appearing sporadically or by a wills whim. Curious about this new weather phenomenon, it goes to investigate, hoping to find the source of its power.
The visions have gotten more frequent, clearer then they have ever been before. Asada....or rather, Leonardo had gotten use to them after a time, but now they are a constant presence in his dreaming hours. So much death and destruction. Even those hiding in darkness could not escape that cruel fate. Yet he is still lives, or maybe he lives again? Reincarnation is not a foreign concept to the once Champion of Volumdremaak, she maintains the cycle of rebirth after all. But the world is still here, and while many dangers have plagued the land of "insert world name here", there is no evidence of such levels of destruction that seem to so vividly burn into him memories every night. He recalls the conversations with the few Wills he had interacted with since....the change. They called him a Demon, an echo of a past world. Did his own world perish, and he reborn into the next? Is that where his new powers come from? And if he could be reborn from his old world's destruction....could there be others? Is that why he is drawn here, to this town? Is that why his is drawn to her? For now, the looming threat of this strange undead dragon remains the focus, but still those thoughts linger.
Alabastor splits his time between hunting the scourge and other dangerous threats to the mortals of this land, and fighting in the Amber Arena to keep his hunter's instincts sharp. On occasion he would speak with the Will that created it or any of the other Wills that practice within such as the Malignant Malady, who always puts up a heck of a fight with her ravenous brood. These two other Wills of Strife are....of crueler company then the Black Peacock is use to, but there is something refreshing in spending time with beings that understand and even at times revel in the challenges of the hunt and the thrill of survival against harrowing odds. He finds he has formed a strange kinship with them, despite the difference in their passions and goals.
Phantom, ever the friendly spirit, has taken it upon himself to help the mortals deal with the coming monsoons, especially in places where his winter hasn't fully transitioned over to spring yet. He is fearful that the rains combining with his snowfall could cause great flooding, and the winds to only strengthen said snowfall into full blown blizzards or hailstorms. He gets many of the settlements and towns ready to face the coming rain, or helping them evacuate if near bodies of water that threaten to flood. Phantom can sense the Will associated with this new weather phenomenon riding along the coming storms, and braces for an interaction. He hopes the Will isn't dangerous, but feels confident in his ability to protect the mortals under his care. Many of these settlements have begun to properly worship the Spirit of Winter, housing shrines to the benevolent ghostly Will.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Asada watches the construction in silence, formulating his own plans. Despite the power he holds, he has found that he can't seem to access it to the same level as other wills of his stature and experience. His scouts have only been able to delay the monstrosity for short bursts, his creations also weaker then what they should be, and he has avoided risking his mortal followers to such a suicide mission. Really, he knows leaving this town to its fate would be the best course of action. But he finds that he can't, or more accurately, he can't seem to abandon the town's leader. Something about her is very familiar. Maybe from those dreams? He needs to figure this out, but the looming threat is the more pressing matter.
Phantom continues to prepare the mortals under his protection from the coming storm, setting up barricades to divert flood waters, boarding up windows to weather the winds, and setting up extra food supplies.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Asada watches the construction in silence, formulating his own plans. Despite the power he holds, he has found that he can't seem to access it to the same level as other wills of his stature and experience. His scouts have only been able to delay the monstrosity for short bursts, his creations also weaker then what they should be, and he has avoided risking his mortal followers to such a suicide mission. Really, he knows leaving this town to its fate would be the best course of action. But he finds that he can't, or more accurately, he can't seem to abandon the town's leader. Something about her is very familiar. Maybe from those dreams? He needs to figure this out, but the looming threat is the more pressing matter.
Phantom continues to prepare the mortals under his protection from the coming storm, setting up barricades to divert flood waters, boarding up windows to weather the winds, and setting up extra food supplies.
Sophia, any time she sees Leonardo, or one of the black roses, pauses for a moment, as if thinking of something. Quickly, she turns back to her work, ordering the craft of bundles of arrows so they can better fight it from afar. She is horribly stressed, but manages to maintain composure in front of the people who trust her. But she is constantly getting news of little inconvenience after inconvenience, every tiny tragedy is something she has to fix. A tear rolls down her cheek, but she doesn’t quite. She does her best to handle it. She walks back up to the wall from the smithy, looking at the progress the monster has made. It’s getting much closer.
Asada finds that where Sophia’s tear had fallen upon the ground, a single rose had suddenly bloomed. White. Only, it’s not a normal rose… it’s almost… made of marble, not organic material.
soon, Phantom sees the storm up close: just 20 or so miles away. He can already feel the wind, intense, humid, and surprisingly warm. The downpour the Monsoon will bring will be tremendous, and he thinks he can just barely make out a shape under the rain of the clouds… riding upon the enormous waves is a humanoid figure, dancing to the lightning and Thunder.
Sophia, any time she sees Leonardo, or one of the black roses, pauses for a moment, as if thinking of something. Quickly, she turns back to her work, ordering the craft of bundles of arrows so they can better fight it from afar. She is horribly stressed, but manages to maintain composure in front of the people who trust her. But she is constantly getting news of little inconvenience after inconvenience, every tiny tragedy is something she has to fix. A tear rolls down her cheek, but she doesn’t quite. She does her best to handle it. She walks back up to the wall from the smithy, looking at the progress the monster has made. It’s getting much closer.
Asada finds that where Sophia’s tear had fallen upon the ground, a single rose had suddenly bloomed. White. Only, it’s not a normal rose… it’s almost… made of marble, not organic material.
soon, Phantom sees the storm up close: just 20 or so miles away. He can already feel the wind, intense, humid, and surprisingly warm. The downpour the Monsoon will bring will be tremendous, and he thinks he can just barely make out a shape under the rain of the clouds… riding upon the enormous waves is a humanoid figure, dancing to the lightning and Thunder.
Asada picks up one of the white roses, looking it over. Its so familiar, and they seem to appear like those black roses do around him. He picks up one of his own roses,holding them up together. Both made of inorganic materials, hers marble and his shadows. Yet they both look the same save for the color. He has to get to the bottom of this, but he won't be able to if Sophia and her town perish to this threat. He decides to speak with Sophia.
Most of the mortals have either braced themselves for the storm or have evacuated to higher grounds. Phantom stands, or floats, directly in the storms path unafraid. He wants to know who created this storm and why.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
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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)
Sophia, any time she sees Leonardo, or one of the black roses, pauses for a moment, as if thinking of something. Quickly, she turns back to her work, ordering the craft of bundles of arrows so they can better fight it from afar. She is horribly stressed, but manages to maintain composure in front of the people who trust her. But she is constantly getting news of little inconvenience after inconvenience, every tiny tragedy is something she has to fix. A tear rolls down her cheek, but she doesn’t quite. She does her best to handle it. She walks back up to the wall from the smithy, looking at the progress the monster has made. It’s getting much closer.
Asada finds that where Sophia’s tear had fallen upon the ground, a single rose had suddenly bloomed. White. Only, it’s not a normal rose… it’s almost… made of marble, not organic material.
soon, Phantom sees the storm up close: just 20 or so miles away. He can already feel the wind, intense, humid, and surprisingly warm. The downpour the Monsoon will bring will be tremendous, and he thinks he can just barely make out a shape under the rain of the clouds… riding upon the enormous waves is a humanoid figure, dancing to the lightning and Thunder.
Asada picks up one of the white roses, looking it over. Its so familiar, and they seem to appear like those black roses do around him. He picks up one of his own roses,holding them up together. Both made of inorganic materials, hers marble and his shadows. Yet they both look the same save for the color. He has to get to the bottom of this, but he won't be able to if Sophia and her town perish to this threat. He decides to speak with Sophia.
Most of the mortals have either braced themselves for the storm or have evacuated to higher grounds. Phantom stands, or floats, directly in the storms path unafraid. He wants to know who created this storm and why.
He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
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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)
He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
"Hey....how are the preparations coming along?" Asada asks. "I've seen the...thing looming in the distance?"
"Um...hello?" Phantom calls out to Aaravi, the rain that falls around him turning into snow and ice on contact, creating a cold mist. "You weather is doing quite a bit of damage to the area....is this necessary?" He asks, trying to be polite despite the situation.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
"Hey....how are the preparations coming along?" Asada asks. "I've seen the...thing looming in the distance?"
"Um...hello?" Phantom calls out to Aaravi, the rain that falls around him turning into snow and ice on contact, creating a cold mist. "You weather is doing quite a bit of damage to the area....is this necessary?" He asks, trying to be polite despite the situation.
She sighs. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to fight…” she shivers. “Whatever that is by ourselves… we’re only human.”
Aaravi rushes up to Phantom, grinning madly. “You see destruction, I see nature!”
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Sophia wakes up screaming. She’s had… visions again, of some horrible fate, everyone she knew died… everything she stood for gone… her life’s work destroyed… only it wasn’t her life. No, she was someone far more great than little Sophia. Like Sophia, she was a leader. But she was much, much more magnificent. Not a princess, no, not a Queen, no, an Empress…
but that doesn’t matter right now. She’s learned of some… undead horror marching towards the village. As she hears about it from one of her guards… her heart sinks. “How…” she rushes to the walls of the town, looking in the distance. She can See it just barely, shambling towards her home. At this rate, it’ll reach them within a day or two.
she suppresses the urge to give up, to flee, to run from the fate of her village. No, she’s going to save, it one way or another.
*ooh, fun! New domains!*
*Or... just a possibility...*
*I could bring back Okropnosc...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okropnosc, my beloved…*
*The god of horrors shall rise again from his world, no longer painted in viscera but in the nightmares of mortalkind.*
*Let me remind you of the god we worship the most: our FEAR!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*if you're thinking about adding new domains, could we get a fate or future domain?*
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!!!!!!
*that would be nice. Maybe we could add a few new domains. Another idea I had (although this would be getting complicated and honestly wouldn’t serve much purpose) would be adding domains you can only get via a specific combination of other domains. Like Decadence+Strife=Taboo domain, or fear+shadows=nightmare domain, et cetera.*
*that would be great. I could finally give tempor a domain that actually fits its whole time thing, instead of the luck domain*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Zeon has decided to visit some places where volcanoes and fire not of its own making are prevalent in order to gain some inspiration for its Fire Titan. While traveling, it notices the flowing rain in the distance, moving with purpose instead of just appearing sporadically or by a wills whim. Curious about this new weather phenomenon, it goes to investigate, hoping to find the source of its power.
The visions have gotten more frequent, clearer then they have ever been before. Asada....or rather, Leonardo had gotten use to them after a time, but now they are a constant presence in his dreaming hours. So much death and destruction. Even those hiding in darkness could not escape that cruel fate. Yet he is still lives, or maybe he lives again? Reincarnation is not a foreign concept to the once Champion of Volumdremaak, she maintains the cycle of rebirth after all. But the world is still here, and while many dangers have plagued the land of "insert world name here", there is no evidence of such levels of destruction that seem to so vividly burn into him memories every night. He recalls the conversations with the few Wills he had interacted with since....the change. They called him a Demon, an echo of a past world. Did his own world perish, and he reborn into the next? Is that where his new powers come from? And if he could be reborn from his old world's destruction....could there be others? Is that why he is drawn here, to this town? Is that why his is drawn to her? For now, the looming threat of this strange undead dragon remains the focus, but still those thoughts linger.
Alabastor splits his time between hunting the scourge and other dangerous threats to the mortals of this land, and fighting in the Amber Arena to keep his hunter's instincts sharp. On occasion he would speak with the Will that created it or any of the other Wills that practice within such as the Malignant Malady, who always puts up a heck of a fight with her ravenous brood. These two other Wills of Strife are....of crueler company then the Black Peacock is use to, but there is something refreshing in spending time with beings that understand and even at times revel in the challenges of the hunt and the thrill of survival against harrowing odds. He finds he has formed a strange kinship with them, despite the difference in their passions and goals.
Phantom, ever the friendly spirit, has taken it upon himself to help the mortals deal with the coming monsoons, especially in places where his winter hasn't fully transitioned over to spring yet. He is fearful that the rains combining with his snowfall could cause great flooding, and the winds to only strengthen said snowfall into full blown blizzards or hailstorms. He gets many of the settlements and towns ready to face the coming rain, or helping them evacuate if near bodies of water that threaten to flood. Phantom can sense the Will associated with this new weather phenomenon riding along the coming storms, and braces for an interaction. He hopes the Will isn't dangerous, but feels confident in his ability to protect the mortals under his care. Many of these settlements have begun to properly worship the Spirit of Winter, housing shrines to the benevolent ghostly Will.
"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
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Asada watches the construction in silence, formulating his own plans. Despite the power he holds, he has found that he can't seem to access it to the same level as other wills of his stature and experience. His scouts have only been able to delay the monstrosity for short bursts, his creations also weaker then what they should be, and he has avoided risking his mortal followers to such a suicide mission. Really, he knows leaving this town to its fate would be the best course of action. But he finds that he can't, or more accurately, he can't seem to abandon the town's leader. Something about her is very familiar. Maybe from those dreams? He needs to figure this out, but the looming threat is the more pressing matter.
Phantom continues to prepare the mortals under his protection from the coming storm, setting up barricades to divert flood waters, boarding up windows to weather the winds, and setting up extra food supplies.
"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
Sophia, any time she sees Leonardo, or one of the black roses, pauses for a moment, as if thinking of something. Quickly, she turns back to her work, ordering the craft of bundles of arrows so they can better fight it from afar. She is horribly stressed, but manages to maintain composure in front of the people who trust her. But she is constantly getting news of little inconvenience after inconvenience, every tiny tragedy is something she has to fix. A tear rolls down her cheek, but she doesn’t quite. She does her best to handle it. She walks back up to the wall from the smithy, looking at the progress the monster has made. It’s getting much closer.
Asada finds that where Sophia’s tear had fallen upon the ground, a single rose had suddenly bloomed. White. Only, it’s not a normal rose… it’s almost… made of marble, not organic material.
soon, Phantom sees the storm up close: just 20 or so miles away. He can already feel the wind, intense, humid, and surprisingly warm. The downpour the Monsoon will bring will be tremendous, and he thinks he can just barely make out a shape under the rain of the clouds… riding upon the enormous waves is a humanoid figure, dancing to the lightning and Thunder.
Asada picks up one of the white roses, looking it over. Its so familiar, and they seem to appear like those black roses do around him. He picks up one of his own roses,holding them up together. Both made of inorganic materials, hers marble and his shadows. Yet they both look the same save for the color. He has to get to the bottom of this, but he won't be able to if Sophia and her town perish to this threat. He decides to speak with Sophia.
Most of the mortals have either braced themselves for the storm or have evacuated to higher grounds. Phantom stands, or floats, directly in the storms path unafraid. He wants to know who created this storm and why.
"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
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
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)
"Hey....how are the preparations coming along?" Asada asks. "I've seen the...thing looming in the distance?"
"Um...hello?" Phantom calls out to Aaravi, the rain that falls around him turning into snow and ice on contact, creating a cold mist. "You weather is doing quite a bit of damage to the area....is this necessary?" He asks, trying to be polite despite the situation.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
She sighs. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to fight…” she shivers. “Whatever that is by ourselves… we’re only human.”
Aaravi rushes up to Phantom, grinning madly. “You see destruction, I see nature!”