He seems to noting things before saying “You realize that would only be useful for mining and a war? It isn’t a great invention otherwise.”
"Hmm... but isn't a war weapon something we need? Oh- and we do have a event where the people throw them"
“When you have near absolute power, only rivaled by other wills, just protect them. Though I do like when stuff blows up, would you like to visit my lab?”
"Hmm..." They freeze for a second and the shadows in their hood pulsate, as their six eyes grow bright. The snakeish cultists all murmur
He grins at them, looking among all of the cultists “I would understand if you don’t want to have as much knowledge as you can possibly get. I mean, I’m a genius, but I don’t trust me.”
Ser seems to have not heard that "Yes- the answer is yes. I will go"
He shrugs, and with a snap of his fingers, there is a portal in front of them “My real body is inside.” He tosses the weapon he made inside.
Ser crawls inside the portal
Inside is a very well kept laboratory, along with Happy Chaos working on something, the heat coming off of what he’s working on immense “Come on over.”
“You do?” She asks, her eyes wide. “I knew… there was something special about you… the roses… please, help us.”
”well… yes and no. I’ll be doing this all through spring and summer. Not everywhere though, oh, I’d never. The path of the monsoon follows the monsoon winds, and at fall, they switch directions, and i no longer bring rain until the winds change again, in Spring. I will change the climate the monsoon passes through, but it will grow healthy, and lush, and beautiful! Spring is a time for rain, but the rain i bring changes entire regions permanently.”
"Tell your people, all of your people, to gather their things, everything they can't bare to leave behind. Once they are prepared to leave, I will open a portal using the largest shadow within the village walls. It would be better to wait until nightfall, but with the creature lumbering ever closer, I don't want to risk waiting too long. I will send word to mine to be ready for their arrival. Don't worry about needing men to stay and patrol. I can handle that." Asada says. "I'll be at the wall, inform me when the first round of people are ready to be send through."
"That makes sense. Heck, it sounds like it will help better define the seasons over time once things settle into a proper cycle. Still, this first cycle." He says looking at the current destruction. "I still would rather minimize the casualties as best as possible, but if you are following a general path, I can focus on getting people out of the way as best I can. Since winter is ending, maintaining said season isn't taking up my time, so my main priority can be towards that." Phantom says. He is silent for a moment, lost in thought before looking back up Aavari. "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself. My bad. I'm Phantom, Spirit of Winter and sort of a guardian to the mortals of the various settlements scattered around. since it sounds like we might end up working together, it seems only fair to give proper introductions."
“It will be done.” She says, rushing to the center of town, bringing as many guards as she can with her.
”I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! I am the rains, the Monsoon winds itself! You say that this world has only had one cycle of these, ‘seasons,’? And that you are the spirit of winter? Who is to usher in the spring? Who shall be the one in charge of the warmest days? the nights the trees weep their leaves and die until next spring?”
He seems to noting things before saying “You realize that would only be useful for mining and a war? It isn’t a great invention otherwise.”
"Hmm... but isn't a war weapon something we need? Oh- and we do have a event where the people throw them"
“When you have near absolute power, only rivaled by other wills, just protect them. Though I do like when stuff blows up, would you like to visit my lab?”
"Hmm..." They freeze for a second and the shadows in their hood pulsate, as their six eyes grow bright. The snakeish cultists all murmur
He grins at them, looking among all of the cultists “I would understand if you don’t want to have as much knowledge as you can possibly get. I mean, I’m a genius, but I don’t trust me.”
Ser seems to have not heard that "Yes- the answer is yes. I will go"
He shrugs, and with a snap of his fingers, there is a portal in front of them “My real body is inside.” He tosses the weapon he made inside.
Ser crawls inside the portal
Inside is a very well kept laboratory, along with Happy Chaos working on something, the heat coming off of what he’s working on immense “Come on over.”
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He seems to noting things before saying “You realize that would only be useful for mining and a war? It isn’t a great invention otherwise.”
"Hmm... but isn't a war weapon something we need? Oh- and we do have a event where the people throw them"
“When you have near absolute power, only rivaled by other wills, just protect them. Though I do like when stuff blows up, would you like to visit my lab?”
"Hmm..." They freeze for a second and the shadows in their hood pulsate, as their six eyes grow bright. The snakeish cultists all murmur
He grins at them, looking among all of the cultists “I would understand if you don’t want to have as much knowledge as you can possibly get. I mean, I’m a genius, but I don’t trust me.”
Ser seems to have not heard that "Yes- the answer is yes. I will go"
He shrugs, and with a snap of his fingers, there is a portal in front of them “My real body is inside.” He tosses the weapon he made inside.
Ser crawls inside the portal
Inside is a very well kept laboratory, along with Happy Chaos working on something, the heat coming off of what he’s working on immense “Come on over.”
They stare at whatever is happening
He seems to be making something out of, what they can sense, is the corpse of a will “Welcome to my home. Make yourself comfortable.”
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
“You do?” She asks, her eyes wide. “I knew… there was something special about you… the roses… please, help us.”
”well… yes and no. I’ll be doing this all through spring and summer. Not everywhere though, oh, I’d never. The path of the monsoon follows the monsoon winds, and at fall, they switch directions, and i no longer bring rain until the winds change again, in Spring. I will change the climate the monsoon passes through, but it will grow healthy, and lush, and beautiful! Spring is a time for rain, but the rain i bring changes entire regions permanently.”
"Tell your people, all of your people, to gather their things, everything they can't bare to leave behind. Once they are prepared to leave, I will open a portal using the largest shadow within the village walls. It would be better to wait until nightfall, but with the creature lumbering ever closer, I don't want to risk waiting too long. I will send word to mine to be ready for their arrival. Don't worry about needing men to stay and patrol. I can handle that." Asada says. "I'll be at the wall, inform me when the first round of people are ready to be send through."
"That makes sense. Heck, it sounds like it will help better define the seasons over time once things settle into a proper cycle. Still, this first cycle." He says looking at the current destruction. "I still would rather minimize the casualties as best as possible, but if you are following a general path, I can focus on getting people out of the way as best I can. Since winter is ending, maintaining said season isn't taking up my time, so my main priority can be towards that." Phantom says. He is silent for a moment, lost in thought before looking back up Aavari. "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself. My bad. I'm Phantom, Spirit of Winter and sort of a guardian to the mortals of the various settlements scattered around. since it sounds like we might end up working together, it seems only fair to give proper introductions."
“It will be done.” She says, rushing to the center of town, bringing as many guards as she can with her.
”I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! I am the rains, the Monsoon winds itself! You say that this world has only had one cycle of these, ‘seasons,’? And that you are the spirit of winter? Who is to usher in the spring? Who shall be the one in charge of the warmest days? the nights the trees weep their leaves and die until next spring?”
Asada would then summon several of his own guards, shadowy figures dressed in black armor to stand watch, while his shades continue to scout the creatures approach. As he watches the gate, his travelers clothes transform into black regal leather armor with rose embroidery, his right arm from shoulders to fingers covered in black armor that ends in a clawed gauntlet, and a black hood that shrouds his face. He keeps watch over the horizon as Sophia gets her people ready to evacuate.
"Truth be told, I'm not sure. I wasn't even the original Will of Winter. The first was...demoted after using her powers in a manner that was against her duties to the Mythos of Order. I was...created from the actions that caused that demotion..." he says a bit somberly, remembering the death and destruction that killed him and everyone he ever knew. "I have tried to bring winter in line with what I had learned was a proper manner, but I have not yet met any other will that claims the other seasons...they have mostly occurred through the actions of other wills in...indirect ways. I know that spring is to come soon...well, its more like a feeling I get that winter should transition, but other then that I'm currently alone in dealing with the seasons..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
She skates right up to him on the wave, the storm beginning to pick up speed, though of Less intensity than the previous ones. “We meet again!”
the oyster is decorated like a palace, but all of the furniture is built to accommodate Sargassa. At the center is a pearl the size of an elephant, on top of a nest of kelps, sea weeds, and fish bones. Sargassa’s middle head reaches over to Slayer, hissing. Welcome…
“You do?” She asks, her eyes wide. “I knew… there was something special about you… the roses… please, help us.”
”well… yes and no. I’ll be doing this all through spring and summer. Not everywhere though, oh, I’d never. The path of the monsoon follows the monsoon winds, and at fall, they switch directions, and i no longer bring rain until the winds change again, in Spring. I will change the climate the monsoon passes through, but it will grow healthy, and lush, and beautiful! Spring is a time for rain, but the rain i bring changes entire regions permanently.”
"Tell your people, all of your people, to gather their things, everything they can't bare to leave behind. Once they are prepared to leave, I will open a portal using the largest shadow within the village walls. It would be better to wait until nightfall, but with the creature lumbering ever closer, I don't want to risk waiting too long. I will send word to mine to be ready for their arrival. Don't worry about needing men to stay and patrol. I can handle that." Asada says. "I'll be at the wall, inform me when the first round of people are ready to be send through."
"That makes sense. Heck, it sounds like it will help better define the seasons over time once things settle into a proper cycle. Still, this first cycle." He says looking at the current destruction. "I still would rather minimize the casualties as best as possible, but if you are following a general path, I can focus on getting people out of the way as best I can. Since winter is ending, maintaining said season isn't taking up my time, so my main priority can be towards that." Phantom says. He is silent for a moment, lost in thought before looking back up Aavari. "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself. My bad. I'm Phantom, Spirit of Winter and sort of a guardian to the mortals of the various settlements scattered around. since it sounds like we might end up working together, it seems only fair to give proper introductions."
“It will be done.” She says, rushing to the center of town, bringing as many guards as she can with her.
”I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! I am the rains, the Monsoon winds itself! You say that this world has only had one cycle of these, ‘seasons,’? And that you are the spirit of winter? Who is to usher in the spring? Who shall be the one in charge of the warmest days? the nights the trees weep their leaves and die until next spring?”
Asada would then summon several of his own guards, shadowy figures dressed in black armor to stand watch, while his shades continue to scout the creatures approach. As he watches the gate, his travelers clothes transform into black regal leather armor with rose embroidery, his right arm from shoulders to fingers covered in black armor that ends in a clawed gauntlet, and a black hood that shrouds his face. He keeps watch over the horizon as Sophia gets her people ready to evacuate.
"Truth be told, I'm not sure. I wasn't even the original Will of Winter. The first was...demoted after using her powers in a manner that was against her duties to the Mythos of Order. I was...created from the actions that caused that demotion..." he says a bit somberly, remembering the death and destruction that killed him and everyone he ever knew. "I have tried to bring winter in line with what I had learned was a proper manner, but I have not yet met any other will that claims the other seasons...they have mostly occurred through the actions of other wills in...indirect ways. I know that spring is to come soon...well, its more like a feeling I get that winter should transition, but other then that I'm currently alone in dealing with the seasons..."
Sophia frantically spreads the word that they are all evacuating, and the entire village is suddenly scrambling to get ready for the evacuation. Soon, fifty people are ready, and more are joining them by the second.
”I see… well, if we are to have proper, regular seasons, then that simply won’t do, will it? I am not a Will of the seasons, I am the goddess of Monsoons, but my actions cause the wet and the dry times of the year… we must figure this out.”
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
She skates right up to him on the wave, the storm beginning to pick up speed, though of Less intensity than the previous ones. “We meet again!”
the oyster is decorated like a palace, but all of the furniture is built to accommodate Sargassa. At the center is a pearl the size of an elephant, on top of a nest of kelps, sea weeds, and fish bones. Sargassa’s middle head reaches over to Slayer, hissing. Welcome…
He gets off of his blade, leaning down to them “It seems this one isn’t as destructive as the one when we met, a pleasure to see you again dear Aaravi.” He says, letting the water wash over him.
He tosses the gift basket it float beside them “A gift for such a beautiful will. I am quite happy to be welcome. You have a magnificent singing voice, I am honored to share that moment of song with you. I am Slayer.” He bows deeply to them, smiling charismatically.
Sophia frantically spreads the word that they are all evacuating, and the entire village is suddenly scrambling to get ready for the evacuation. Soon, fifty people are ready, and more are joining them by the second.
”I see… well, if we are to have proper, regular seasons, then that simply won’t do, will it? I am not a Will of the seasons, I am the goddess of Monsoons, but my actions cause the wet and the dry times of the year… we must figure this out.”
Asada would head to the largest building in the town that casts the largest shadow. He then pulls out two large black and red blades shaped similarly to khopesh. He would take them and stab them into the shadow on the ground which grows darker and darker, shadowy energy swirling within its mass. "Step through here, this will teleport them to a safe haven within my dominion."
"Well, there are several Wills of the Wild domain, we could see if any of them could take up the mantle of spring. Otherwise...we would have to wait for one to emerge..." Phantom replies.
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
She skates right up to him on the wave, the storm beginning to pick up speed, though of Less intensity than the previous ones. “We meet again!”
the oyster is decorated like a palace, but all of the furniture is built to accommodate Sargassa. At the center is a pearl the size of an elephant, on top of a nest of kelps, sea weeds, and fish bones. Sargassa’s middle head reaches over to Slayer, hissing. Welcome…
He gets off of his blade, leaning down to them “It seems this one isn’t as destructive as the one when we met, a pleasure to see you again dear Aaravi.” He says, letting the water wash over him.
He tosses the gift basket it float beside them “A gift for such a beautiful will. I am quite happy to be welcome. You have a magnificent singing voice, I am honored to share that moment of song with you. I am Slayer.” He bows deeply to them, smiling charismatically.
Sophia frantically spreads the word that they are all evacuating, and the entire village is suddenly scrambling to get ready for the evacuation. Soon, fifty people are ready, and more are joining them by the second.
”I see… well, if we are to have proper, regular seasons, then that simply won’t do, will it? I am not a Will of the seasons, I am the goddess of Monsoons, but my actions cause the wet and the dry times of the year… we must figure this out.”
Asada would head to the largest building in the town that casts the largest shadow. He then pulls out two large black and red blades shaped similarly to khopesh. He would take them and stab them into the shadow on the ground which grows darker and darker, shadowy energy swirling within its mass. "Step through here, this will teleport them to a safe haven within my dominion."
"Well, there are several Wills of the Wild domain, we could see if any of them could take up the mantle of spring. Otherwise...we would have to wait for one to emerge..." Phantom replies.
The people begin to flood into the portal, Sophia still helping people elsewhere in the village. Asada hears something… like the beating of wings. The Wyrm has taken flight.
”I see… well, how about we get as many wills as possible, and we work together to make a plan… what each season will bring and when, so that we know what we are to expect, and what the mortals should expect.” (she is in fact Order Domain)
*sure! I have Aaravi, Olliphander, Arsendir, Sophia, Sargassa, the rats of Herionidus, as well as a myriad of little side characters, including an old woman who stole a baby*
*Well that’s overwhelming, would you mind picking from my slightly smaller cast of characters?*
*hmm, I believe that Nameless and Aaravi could be fun. Perhaps also Slayer and Sargassa?*
*Of course, I would be happy to provide.*
The Nameless King is helping a town of people who don’t have the manpower to feed everyone, so the giant man is helping til the fields and such.
Slayer is going for a walk along the sea floor. He doesn’t have any way to smoke his pipe or drink wine, but he’s entertaining himself by singing songs with his excellent singing that ring out through the water.
Nameless feels a few drops of rain, as well as a sudden hot, humid breeze. The same conditions as when he had first met Aaravi. Dark storm clouds loom overhead, and it starts to shower. Aaravi can be seen a few miles away, rapidly approaching on a much smaller flood wave than before.
Slayer suddenly hears something sing back. It sounds like a whale… only off. So, very off. It’s eerie and beautiful to hear, and he can see shadows move in the deep of the water, only visible because of their bioluminescence that outline their forms.
He smiles upon seeing them, before realizing what the issue is with all these people here. With a whistle, he calls down an absolutely gargantuan dragon, and begins getting people on it so they don’t end up drowning.
He looks around with curious eyes, breathing in the air under the water and beginning to walk toward the sound, matching the sound as best he can, his sharp ears twitching as he goes through the water, walking in a way where you know he could go faster.
She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
She skates right up to him on the wave, the storm beginning to pick up speed, though of Less intensity than the previous ones. “We meet again!”
the oyster is decorated like a palace, but all of the furniture is built to accommodate Sargassa. At the center is a pearl the size of an elephant, on top of a nest of kelps, sea weeds, and fish bones. Sargassa’s middle head reaches over to Slayer, hissing. Welcome…
He gets off of his blade, leaning down to them “It seems this one isn’t as destructive as the one when we met, a pleasure to see you again dear Aaravi.” He says, letting the water wash over him.
He tosses the gift basket it float beside them “A gift for such a beautiful will. I am quite happy to be welcome. You have a magnificent singing voice, I am honored to share that moment of song with you. I am Slayer.” He bows deeply to them, smiling charismatically.
“Have you been helping these people?” She asks.
slayer…. Have we met before?
He nods, his mane wet and shaking “Of course, a king must help those he can.”
“Oh we have if I remember correctly, though I may be mistaken.”
Sophia frantically spreads the word that they are all evacuating, and the entire village is suddenly scrambling to get ready for the evacuation. Soon, fifty people are ready, and more are joining them by the second.
”I see… well, if we are to have proper, regular seasons, then that simply won’t do, will it? I am not a Will of the seasons, I am the goddess of Monsoons, but my actions cause the wet and the dry times of the year… we must figure this out.”
Asada would head to the largest building in the town that casts the largest shadow. He then pulls out two large black and red blades shaped similarly to khopesh. He would take them and stab them into the shadow on the ground which grows darker and darker, shadowy energy swirling within its mass. "Step through here, this will teleport them to a safe haven within my dominion."
"Well, there are several Wills of the Wild domain, we could see if any of them could take up the mantle of spring. Otherwise...we would have to wait for one to emerge..." Phantom replies.
The people begin to flood into the portal, Sophia still helping people elsewhere in the village. Asada hears something… like the beating of wings. The Wyrm has taken flight.
”I see… well, how about we get as many wills as possible, and we work together to make a plan… what each season will bring and when, so that we know what we are to expect, and what the mortals should expect.” (she is in fact Order Domain)
"[gp], the beast has taken to the air, we are running out of time!" Asada shouts. His guards and shades prepare to act as distraction to give the mortals some time to escape.
"If you are wanting to get a bunch of wills together to discuss things, we will probably need the help of an Overwill. They comand a lot of respect." Phantom replies.
Inside is a very well kept laboratory, along with Happy Chaos working on something, the heat coming off of what he’s working on immense “Come on over.”
“It will be done.” She says, rushing to the center of town, bringing as many guards as she can with her.
”I am Aaravi, the heavenly cascade! I am the rains, the Monsoon winds itself! You say that this world has only had one cycle of these, ‘seasons,’? And that you are the spirit of winter? Who is to usher in the spring? Who shall be the one in charge of the warmest days? the nights the trees weep their leaves and die until next spring?”
They stare at whatever is happening
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She calls to them. “Worry Not for now! the monsoon winds are not as strong here! the flooding shall be more bearable for this season until my path turns west and it is strengthened again. This region shall be less affected by my winds. Such is the nature of the monsoon!” She says, having recently passed over another village eighty or so miles east and causing much damage.
he finds himself on the very edge of a deep oceanic trench. Latched onto the side of the trench is an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS, castle sized oyster. Swimming around it, in a garden of deep sea kelps and corals, which all glow magnificent colors, is Sargassa, in her horrific form of crustacean, whale, squid, and eel.
He seems to be making something out of, what they can sense, is the corpse of a will “Welcome to my home. Make yourself comfortable.”
He continues to evacuate people onto the dragon, before instructing it to fly somewhere safe, likely not far from their home, simply away from the Monsoon. Though he remains where he is, watching them approach, smiling and leaning on his greatspear as he takes off his helmet.
He jumps from the top of the trench, letting the water float him down to the oyster and makes his way inside, though he does make sure to conjure up a gift basket, as any good will does when going into someone’s home.
*cut with Jester*
Ser stares at the corpse "Wha- wh- What!?"
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Asada would then summon several of his own guards, shadowy figures dressed in black armor to stand watch, while his shades continue to scout the creatures approach. As he watches the gate, his travelers clothes transform into black regal leather armor with rose embroidery, his right arm from shoulders to fingers covered in black armor that ends in a clawed gauntlet, and a black hood that shrouds his face. He keeps watch over the horizon as Sophia gets her people ready to evacuate.
"Truth be told, I'm not sure. I wasn't even the original Will of Winter. The first was...demoted after using her powers in a manner that was against her duties to the Mythos of Order. I was...created from the actions that caused that demotion..." he says a bit somberly, remembering the death and destruction that killed him and everyone he ever knew. "I have tried to bring winter in line with what I had learned was a proper manner, but I have not yet met any other will that claims the other seasons...they have mostly occurred through the actions of other wills in...indirect ways. I know that spring is to come soon...well, its more like a feeling I get that winter should transition, but other then that I'm currently alone in dealing with the seasons..."
"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
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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 skates right up to him on the wave, the storm beginning to pick up speed, though of Less intensity than the previous ones. “We meet again!”
the oyster is decorated like a palace, but all of the furniture is built to accommodate Sargassa. At the center is a pearl the size of an elephant, on top of a nest of kelps, sea weeds, and fish bones. Sargassa’s middle head reaches over to Slayer, hissing. Welcome…
“What part are you confused about?” He asks, taking off his mask and smiling at them innocently.
Sophia frantically spreads the word that they are all evacuating, and the entire village is suddenly scrambling to get ready for the evacuation. Soon, fifty people are ready, and more are joining them by the second.
”I see… well, if we are to have proper, regular seasons, then that simply won’t do, will it? I am not a Will of the seasons, I am the goddess of Monsoons, but my actions cause the wet and the dry times of the year… we must figure this out.”
He gets off of his blade, leaning down to them “It seems this one isn’t as destructive as the one when we met, a pleasure to see you again dear Aaravi.” He says, letting the water wash over him.
He tosses the gift basket it float beside them “A gift for such a beautiful will. I am quite happy to be welcome. You have a magnificent singing voice, I am honored to share that moment of song with you. I am Slayer.” He bows deeply to them, smiling charismatically.
Asada would head to the largest building in the town that casts the largest shadow. He then pulls out two large black and red blades shaped similarly to khopesh. He would take them and stab them into the shadow on the ground which grows darker and darker, shadowy energy swirling within its mass. "Step through here, this will teleport them to a safe haven within my dominion."
"Well, there are several Wills of the Wild domain, we could see if any of them could take up the mantle of spring. Otherwise...we would have to wait for one to emerge..." Phantom replies.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Have you been helping these people?” She asks.
slayer…. Have we met before?
The people begin to flood into the portal, Sophia still helping people elsewhere in the village. Asada hears something… like the beating of wings. The Wyrm has taken flight.
”I see… well, how about we get as many wills as possible, and we work together to make a plan… what each season will bring and when, so that we know what we are to expect, and what the mortals should expect.” (she is in fact Order Domain)
"How did they die?..."
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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.
He nods, his mane wet and shaking “Of course, a king must help those he can.”
“Oh we have if I remember correctly, though I may be mistaken.”
“They were killed, don’t worry about it.”
"[gp], the beast has taken to the air, we are running out of time!" Asada shouts. His guards and shades prepare to act as distraction to give the mortals some time to escape.
"If you are wanting to get a bunch of wills together to discuss things, we will probably need the help of an Overwill. They comand a lot of respect." Phantom replies.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills