*I may introduce a new character to replace Szerucharz, but with a similar sort of theme.*
*I mean it is your thread so I don't see why you couldn't my friend.*
*I was just giving a heads up, darling.*
*You missed the cult war, by the way. It was epic. I was spooky. I rhymed Same with Same and no one even called me out on it and said I was cool.*
*Notice some of the cults had more activity as of late, but life got really busy recently so I didn't have much time for the forums. I'll need to catch up with what happened*
*Like I said on the Jeff Cult, it was a lot. Very fun.*
*hey man, quick question. is the tree of divinity a Will, or just a weird environmental thing?*
*Technically a will, since it does have power points. But also a weird environmental thing at the same time.
I need to get my power points back in check, but like I said before it's difficult when you don't remember how many days you missed.*
*good enough for my purpouses. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!*
*foreshadowing*
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Currently the 3 Overwills are Tempor (Blackcat's character, Cogintius (Gibbier's character), and Zeon (my character). I didn't know if Szerucharz counted as an overwill or something above that since he is the thread creator and rule maker's primary character. Sounds like that is the case though.*
*this shakeup of events is actually pretty nice for my plan. I couldn't plan this if I tried. thx bazzle!*
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
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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.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
he hears a rumbling under his feet
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
he hears a rumbling under his feet
He looks down, then quickly creates wings out of the remains staining the earth and uses them to fly up into the sky, watching from above.
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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.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
he hears a rumbling under his feet
He looks down, then quickly creates wings out of the remains staining the earth and uses them to fly up into the sky, watching from above.
a large drill on treads bursts through the ground and levels out. a platform rises from the body, and on it is a short humanoid in a very tall hat, black old-fashinoned coat and leather boots. he wears an overlarge mustache.
"Well hi there!"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He looks down, then quickly creates wings out of the remains staining the earth and uses them to fly up into the sky, watching from above.
a large drill on treads bursts through the ground and levels out. a platform rises from the body, and on it is a short humanoid in a very tall hat, black old-fashinoned coat and leather boots. he wears an overlarge mustache.
"Well hi there!"
The new Great One dives down like a falcon and lands on the drill, perching like a vulture with big, curious eyes. It teleports forward, now looming over the little humanoid without regard for personal space.
"Hello! What's your name?"
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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.
He looks down, then quickly creates wings out of the remains staining the earth and uses them to fly up into the sky, watching from above.
a large drill on treads bursts through the ground and levels out. a platform rises from the body, and on it is a short humanoid in a very tall hat, black old-fashinoned coat and leather boots. he wears an overlarge mustache.
"Well hi there!"
The new Great One dives down like a falcon and lands on the drill, perching like a vulture with big, curious eyes. It teleports forward, now looming over the little humanoid without regard for personal space.
"Hello! What's your name?"
the little man looks up at you, his hat defying gravity and staying on his head.
"Hubert! and you stranger?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The new Great One dives down like a falcon and lands on the drill, perching like a vulture with big, curious eyes. It teleports forward, now looming over the little humanoid without regard for personal space.
"Hello! What's your name?"
the little man looks up at you, his hat defying gravity and staying on his head.
"Hubert! and you stranger?"
"I think it's... Stigmata. Yeah, that's a cool name. Nice and edgy. Hope it doesn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy." He tilts his head, or more accurately, his eyes turn nearly sideways in their dark crevice between his hat and his neck covering. "I'm an alien. What are you?"
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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.
The new Great One dives down like a falcon and lands on the drill, perching like a vulture with big, curious eyes. It teleports forward, now looming over the little humanoid without regard for personal space.
"Hello! What's your name?"
the little man looks up at you, his hat defying gravity and staying on his head.
"Hubert! and you stranger?"
"I think it's... Stigmata. Yeah, that's a cool name. Nice and edgy. Hope it doesn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy." He tilts his head, or more accurately, his eyes turn nearly sideways in their dark crevice between his hat and his neck covering. "I'm an alien. What are you?"
"just a god. where're you from?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I think it's... Stigmata. Yeah, that's a cool name. Nice and edgy. Hope it doesn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy." He tilts his head, or more accurately, his eyes turn nearly sideways in their dark crevice between his hat and his neck covering. "I'm an alien. What are you?"
"just a god. where're you from?"
"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
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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.
"I think it's... Stigmata. Yeah, that's a cool name. Nice and edgy. Hope it doesn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy." He tilts his head, or more accurately, his eyes turn nearly sideways in their dark crevice between his hat and his neck covering. "I'm an alien. What are you?"
"just a god. where're you from?"
"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
"whew! y'know, I was thinking that. I drew up some plans for a Sun-obiteratior-inator a bit ago" he opens a hatch in the drill and rummages around in it before pulling out blueprints for a comically large Lazer built to destory the sun
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
"whew! y'know, I was thinking that. I drew up some plans for a Sun-obiteratior-inator a bit ago" he opens a hatch in the drill and rummages around in it before pulling out blueprints for a comically large Lazer built to destory the sun
The humanoid abomination is still looking at the sky. "I guess the sun is good where it is, actually. The Eyes of Heaven can't see us as it is."
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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.
"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
"whew! y'know, I was thinking that. I drew up some plans for a Sun-obiteratior-inator a bit ago" he opens a hatch in the drill and rummages around in it before pulling out blueprints for a comically large Lazer built to destory the sun
The humanoid abomination is still looking at the sky. "I guess the sun is good where it is, actually. The Eyes of Heaven can't see us as it is."
"eyes of what?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
"whew! y'know, I was thinking that. I drew up some plans for a Sun-obiteratior-inator a bit ago" he opens a hatch in the drill and rummages around in it before pulling out blueprints for a comically large Lazer built to destory the sun
The humanoid abomination is still looking at the sky. "I guess the sun is good where it is, actually. The Eyes of Heaven can't see us as it is."
"eyes of what?"
"No matter. Not an issue as long as the sun blocks us form their view."
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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.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
The Mirth Manor was wandering across the region before the people aboard saw the pod descend from the heavens. Eris has teleported over to where the pod landed, though she only arrived after the man(?) had emerged. "What... happened here?.." She mutters under her nonexistent breath, collecting samples of the horrific flesh amalgamation from which he appeared.
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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)
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
The Mirth Manor was wandering across the region before the people aboard saw the pod descend from the heavens. Eris has teleported over to where the pod landed, though she only arrived after the man(?) had emerged. "What... happened here?.." She mutters under her nonexistent breath, collecting samples of the horrific flesh amalgamation from which he appeared.
*Oooh, I don't think I know this one! Could I get a description?*
The flesh seems to still be living, but barely. As she takes samples, a shadow rises up behind her. "It's kind of like a seed pod, isn't it?" Comes a low, smooth, soft voice.
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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.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
The Mirth Manor was wandering across the region before the people aboard saw the pod descend from the heavens. Eris has teleported over to where the pod landed, though she only arrived after the man(?) had emerged. "What... happened here?.." She mutters under her nonexistent breath, collecting samples of the horrific flesh amalgamation from which he appeared.
*Oooh, I don't think I know this one! Could I get a description?*
The flesh seems to still be living, but barely. As she takes samples, a shadow rises up behind her. "It's kind of like a seed pod, isn't it?" Comes a low, smooth, soft voice.
*Sure! Eris is a Will of Undeath, Knowledge, Forge, and Fire- she's an undead from a noble house that was cursed to eternally fight its rival house that is also undead now. She has short, almost bleached-white hair, and the lower third of her face, along with her arms and her dozen or so spider-like legs, are made of magical machinery. She wears a leather apron with myriad tools over noble clothes.*
She jumps back a bit in surprise, her hand slightly extending towards the bladed staff on her back, before relaxing just a bit. "Apologies, you startled me. I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" She says, her voice having an almost electrical-sounding quality.
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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)
*Oooh, I don't think I know this one! Could I get a description?*
The flesh seems to still be living, but barely. As she takes samples, a shadow rises up behind her. "It's kind of like a seed pod, isn't it?" Comes a low, smooth, soft voice.
*Sure! Eris is a Will of Undeath, Knowledge, Forge, and Fire- she's an undead from a noble house that was cursed to eternally fight its rival house that is also undead now. She has short, almost bleached-white hair, and the lower third of her face, along with her arms and her dozen or so spider-like legs, are made of magical machinery. She wears a leather apron with myriad tools over noble clothes.*
She jumps back a bit in surprise, her hand slightly extending towards the bladed staff on her back, before relaxing just a bit. "Apologies, you startled me. I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" She says, her voice having an almost electrical-sounding quality.
*You always manage to impress me with your character concepts, and this is no exception*
The strange man stands before her. "Stigmata. What about you?"
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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.
*Oooh, I don't think I know this one! Could I get a description?*
The flesh seems to still be living, but barely. As she takes samples, a shadow rises up behind her. "It's kind of like a seed pod, isn't it?" Comes a low, smooth, soft voice.
*Sure! Eris is a Will of Undeath, Knowledge, Forge, and Fire- she's an undead from a noble house that was cursed to eternally fight its rival house that is also undead now. She has short, almost bleached-white hair, and the lower third of her face, along with her arms and her dozen or so spider-like legs, are made of magical machinery. She wears a leather apron with myriad tools over noble clothes.*
She jumps back a bit in surprise, her hand slightly extending towards the bladed staff on her back, before relaxing just a bit. "Apologies, you startled me. I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" She says, her voice having an almost electrical-sounding quality.
*You always manage to impress me with your character concepts, and this is no exception*
The strange man stands before her. "Stigmata. What about you?"
*Thank you! This one isn't just my character concept- they're part of a duo of Wills I co-created with Arch. Their Will, Perseus, is part of the rival noble house.*
"Eris. Eris Mirth." She simply responds, cutting off a piece of the pod and placing it inside a glass vial for later study. "Do you know what happened here?"
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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)
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*good enough for my purpouses. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!*
*foreshadowing*
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!!!!!!
*this shakeup of events is actually pretty nice for my plan. I couldn't plan this if I tried. thx bazzle!*
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!!!!!!
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
he hears a rumbling under his feet
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
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He looks down, then quickly creates wings out of the remains staining the earth and uses them to fly up into the sky, watching from above.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
a large drill on treads bursts through the ground and levels out. a platform rises from the body, and on it is a short humanoid in a very tall hat, black old-fashinoned coat and leather boots. he wears an overlarge mustache.
"Well hi there!"
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
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The new Great One dives down like a falcon and lands on the drill, perching like a vulture with big, curious eyes. It teleports forward, now looming over the little humanoid without regard for personal space.
"Hello! What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the little man looks up at you, his hat defying gravity and staying on his head.
"Hubert! and you stranger?"
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
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"I think it's... Stigmata. Yeah, that's a cool name. Nice and edgy. Hope it doesn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy." He tilts his head, or more accurately, his eyes turn nearly sideways in their dark crevice between his hat and his neck covering. "I'm an alien. What are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"just a god. where're you from?"
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
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"Well, I was on a sort of metaphysical beach a bit ago, and before that I was in the Nightmare Realm. I don't remember much before that. I think I was created there, then moved to the border between our disparate realities to feed on my brethren and the Dark Energy of this realm, and finally grew heavy enough in concept to fall through the layer and be born. But all of this is speculation." He sits down on the ground, not bothering to step back. "You have a pretty sky. The sun kind of blocks it, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"whew! y'know, I was thinking that. I drew up some plans for a Sun-obiteratior-inator a bit ago" he opens a hatch in the drill and rummages around in it before pulling out blueprints for a comically large Lazer built to destory the sun
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
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The humanoid abomination is still looking at the sky. "I guess the sun is good where it is, actually. The Eyes of Heaven can't see us as it is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"eyes of what?"
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
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"No matter. Not an issue as long as the sun blocks us form their view."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Mirth Manor was wandering across the region before the people aboard saw the pod descend from the heavens. Eris has teleported over to where the pod landed, though she only arrived after the man(?) had emerged. "What... happened here?.." She mutters under her nonexistent breath, collecting samples of the horrific flesh amalgamation from which he appeared.
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)
*Oooh, I don't think I know this one! Could I get a description?*
The flesh seems to still be living, but barely. As she takes samples, a shadow rises up behind her. "It's kind of like a seed pod, isn't it?" Comes a low, smooth, soft voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure! Eris is a Will of Undeath, Knowledge, Forge, and Fire- she's an undead from a noble house that was cursed to eternally fight its rival house that is also undead now. She has short, almost bleached-white hair, and the lower third of her face, along with her arms and her dozen or so spider-like legs, are made of magical machinery. She wears a leather apron with myriad tools over noble clothes.*
She jumps back a bit in surprise, her hand slightly extending towards the bladed staff on her back, before relaxing just a bit. "Apologies, you startled me. I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" She says, her voice having an almost electrical-sounding quality.
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)
*You always manage to impress me with your character concepts, and this is no exception*
The strange man stands before her. "Stigmata. What about you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you! This one isn't just my character concept- they're part of a duo of Wills I co-created with Arch. Their Will, Perseus, is part of the rival noble house.*
"Eris. Eris Mirth." She simply responds, cutting off a piece of the pod and placing it inside a glass vial for later study. "Do you know what happened here?"
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)