(shoot i think my brain isn't working. Does he like the fruit? Is it one that the people are just growing?)
Multiple people approach, seeing what seems like a malnourished person in need of food and possible help. "Want water? Bubblefruit yogurt?" One little boy notices that the worm-like grass has died from you stepping on it. "If ya don't like wormgrass, eat this gooieduck. It repels the grass." He hands you a strange, soft teal object with black stringy stuff wrapped around it.
*He dislikes the fruit. It is too easy and lush for him to enjoy.*
A thin smile stretches across his hollow cheeked face but it is quickly replaced by a sorrowful look of desperation. "I'm... I'm starving.... Do you kind people have any food...?" He takes the goodieduck and eats it with the voracity of a man who hasn't eaten in days.
Many of them nod quickly, scurrying about to gather a basket of goodies. "We have plenty to spare. Do you need a place to stay?" One woman asks. "If you venture too far into the Iterator alone, it gets a bit dangerous."
“Your hospitality is much appreciated. I sure would love a place to stay. What is this Iterator you mention?”
She seems a little befuddled. "You're standing on it, good sir! The Iterator is the first of hopefully many to come. Structures that double as computers and homes for us. They will calculate ways to improve our lives!"
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Love and joy can legit be found during the darkest and hardest of times. Don't forget that.
The six Gravediggers are rampaging the Grove of Herionidus. Most of the plants are wilted and dead, but some new ones are starting to sprout and replace the new ones. People don’t care that much, because they are running, and hiding. Hiding from monsters. Monsters that were once their priests.
the gravediggers hunt the lands, hiding in the shadows of dead trees and rocks, lunging out at people and biting at them, eating them. They’re ravenous, barely any thoughts in their eyes. Worst of all, one of the humans, a man with a sharp spear, tried to fight back. He leaped out of his hiding place to protect another person, stabbing the Gravedigger in the side, which would have killed any normal person. The creature collapses momentarily before rising up and lunging at the man, tearing them apart. Hundreds have died in the mere hours since the Gravedigger’s transformations, and the Red Festival is sure to last for at least a few days.
(shoot i think my brain isn't working. Does he like the fruit? Is it one that the people are just growing?)
Multiple people approach, seeing what seems like a malnourished person in need of food and possible help. "Want water? Bubblefruit yogurt?" One little boy notices that the worm-like grass has died from you stepping on it. "If ya don't like wormgrass, eat this gooieduck. It repels the grass." He hands you a strange, soft teal object with black stringy stuff wrapped around it.
*He dislikes the fruit. It is too easy and lush for him to enjoy.*
A thin smile stretches across his hollow cheeked face but it is quickly replaced by a sorrowful look of desperation. "I'm... I'm starving.... Do you kind people have any food...?" He takes the goodieduck and eats it with the voracity of a man who hasn't eaten in days.
Many of them nod quickly, scurrying about to gather a basket of goodies. "We have plenty to spare. Do you need a place to stay?" One woman asks. "If you venture too far into the Iterator alone, it gets a bit dangerous."
“Your hospitality is much appreciated. I sure would love a place to stay. What is this Iterator you mention?”
She seems a little befuddled. "You're standing on it, good sir! The Iterator is the first of hopefully many to come. Structures that double as computers and homes for us. They will calculate ways to improve our lives!"
His famished face looks incredulous and then disgusted, "Well I never... You really entrust your livelihood to these newfangled machines of yorn? Let me ask you something. Is your life really improved if you ain't the one that done the improving? How're you ever gonna git learned your lessons if something else is taking out the challenges?" He spits dry, dusty spin on the ground. Somehow even this man's spit is dry.
“Your hospitality is much appreciated. I sure would love a place to stay. What is this Iterator you mention?”
She seems a little befuddled. "You're standing on it, good sir! The Iterator is the first of hopefully many to come. Structures that double as computers and homes for us. They will calculate ways to improve our lives!"
His famished face looks incredulous and then disgusted, "Well I never... You really entrust your livelihood to these newfangled machines of yorn? Let me ask you something. Is your life really improved if you ain't the one that done the improving? How're you ever gonna git learned your lessons if something else is taking out the challenges?" He spits dry, dusty spin on the ground. Somehow even this man's spit is dry.
She seems used to people saying things like this, as many have doubted the groups goals would work out very well. "Yes, we do have trusts. We will live our lives, and there will be challenges. In the meantime, our creations will aid us, and help us. We made them after all, that was definitely a challenge. We're not even really finished yet. The idea is... progression. We want to progress and progress until we can't anymore. And once we get to the point... well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!" She smiles again.
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Love and joy can legit be found during the darkest and hardest of times. Don't forget that.
She seems a little befuddled. "You're standing on it, good sir! The Iterator is the first of hopefully many to come. Structures that double as computers and homes for us. They will calculate ways to improve our lives!"
His famished face looks incredulous and then disgusted, "Well I never... You really entrust your livelihood to these newfangled machines of yorn? Let me ask you something. Is your life really improved if you ain't the one that done the improving? How're you ever gonna git learned your lessons if something else is taking out the challenges?" He spits dry, dusty spin on the ground. Somehow even this man's spit is dry.
She seems used to people saying things like this, as many have doubted the groups goals would work out very well. "Yes, we do have trusts. We will live our lives, and there will be challenges. In the meantime, our creations will aid us, and help us. We made them after all, that was definitely a challenge. We're not even really finished yet. The idea is... progression. We want to progress and progress until we can't anymore. And once we get to the point... well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!" She smiles again.
A sour expression stains his withered face, "Ain't no good in this. Where's the brutal honesty of the barren land? You try to make a system so perfect you won't have to be good and it'll come crashing down. I allow that y'all need the blessing of a curse. Can't throw a stone without hitting an overflowing cornucopia or a stream of water around these parts. Too much green." He mutters as he kicks the lush earth with a dusty cowboy boot, "What's the value of an oasis if the whole earth is green and wet?"
Carso has plans so I'm gonna wait for him before doing anything with Cog or Faltros*
*Oh my gosh so sorry I forgot about my plan but here it is now*
From the city a bright light shines, enveloping the battlefield and everything around it with warmth, comfort and... peace. Floating down from on high, Raegus gently touches down on the ground, extending peace to all the mortals. Of course, his power has no effect on the Wills, but he speaks kindly to the mortals, on both sides. "You have sacrificed much in the name of your faith. Some for, and some against. But this is not your war to fight. This is between us Greater Wills. Now go home, be free and rest, for soon, you will see the victor of this mighty battle." The mortals all feel drowsy and calm and begin mobilizing back to their homes. But there is one who stands defiant in the midst of the gently retreating Godless Ones...
*It's ok. Also would it affect the undead portion?*
Faltros sees the leaving army and scowls. Not because of his retreating forces-- Cogintius's creations were gone-- but because of Raegus. "Ah, I forgot there were two fools," he mutters to himself.
He also sees the remaining figure. Are they still in the carrying thingy or no?
*they are no longer in the palanquin, as the carriers walked off as well*
Raegus replies in booming voice: "The only fool is the one who would bring the wrath of the gods upon them, and continue to fight a hopeless battle."
"What, you think I'm weaker then you?"
"Not in the slightest Faltros. But what you lack is allies, friends, people who will hold you up when you fall to your knees. We," he gestures to all the gods of good, "have something you can never have, and that is trust, love, and companionship. A single god may fall under your wicked power, but with us as one, you have no chance."
*hell yeah, beat him with the power of friendship!*
"I don't see any allies besides yourself that are currently conscious. And look at you! What power do you have over me? What will you do, ease my nonexistent grief? (He lets out a long, long laugh) I'm a manifestation of fear, terror, aggression. Don't trifle with me, Raegus. And either way, if you think you're the one that shall win, just ask our leader about it." He points his flame sword towards the remaining figure.
*Boinkkkkkkkkk*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Carso has plans so I'm gonna wait for him before doing anything with Cog or Faltros*
*Oh my gosh so sorry I forgot about my plan but here it is now*
From the city a bright light shines, enveloping the battlefield and everything around it with warmth, comfort and... peace. Floating down from on high, Raegus gently touches down on the ground, extending peace to all the mortals. Of course, his power has no effect on the Wills, but he speaks kindly to the mortals, on both sides. "You have sacrificed much in the name of your faith. Some for, and some against. But this is not your war to fight. This is between us Greater Wills. Now go home, be free and rest, for soon, you will see the victor of this mighty battle." The mortals all feel drowsy and calm and begin mobilizing back to their homes. But there is one who stands defiant in the midst of the gently retreating Godless Ones...
*It's ok. Also would it affect the undead portion?*
Faltros sees the leaving army and scowls. Not because of his retreating forces-- Cogintius's creations were gone-- but because of Raegus. "Ah, I forgot there were two fools," he mutters to himself.
He also sees the remaining figure. Are they still in the carrying thingy or no?
*they are no longer in the palanquin, as the carriers walked off as well*
Raegus replies in booming voice: "The only fool is the one who would bring the wrath of the gods upon them, and continue to fight a hopeless battle."
"What, you think I'm weaker then you?"
"Not in the slightest Faltros. But what you lack is allies, friends, people who will hold you up when you fall to your knees. We," he gestures to all the gods of good, "have something you can never have, and that is trust, love, and companionship. A single god may fall under your wicked power, but with us as one, you have no chance."
*hell yeah, beat him with the power of friendship!*
"I don't see any allies besides yourself that are currently conscious. And look at you! What power do you have over me? What will you do, ease my nonexistent grief? (He lets out a long, long laugh) I'm a manifestation of fear, terror, aggression. Don't trifle with me, Raegus. And either way, if you think you're the one that shall win, just ask our leader about it." He points his flame sword towards the remaining figure.
*Boinkkkkkkkkk*
Raegus' eyes flare with a righteous fury, burning bright. "You believe me weak?! I am first and foremost a God of comfort and peace but allow me to remind you."
"I rule over the souls of damned creatures! I rule over the night sky and the heavens! I control life itself!" As he names each of his domains, a manifestation of each appears. The bodies of dead people return to life, only to fall back limp. Meteors shower around them, and stars move through the sky. All life around him becomes full of growth, and then instantly withers and crumbles to dust.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
Carso has plans so I'm gonna wait for him before doing anything with Cog or Faltros*
*Oh my gosh so sorry I forgot about my plan but here it is now*
From the city a bright light shines, enveloping the battlefield and everything around it with warmth, comfort and... peace. Floating down from on high, Raegus gently touches down on the ground, extending peace to all the mortals. Of course, his power has no effect on the Wills, but he speaks kindly to the mortals, on both sides. "You have sacrificed much in the name of your faith. Some for, and some against. But this is not your war to fight. This is between us Greater Wills. Now go home, be free and rest, for soon, you will see the victor of this mighty battle." The mortals all feel drowsy and calm and begin mobilizing back to their homes. But there is one who stands defiant in the midst of the gently retreating Godless Ones...
*It's ok. Also would it affect the undead portion?*
Faltros sees the leaving army and scowls. Not because of his retreating forces-- Cogintius's creations were gone-- but because of Raegus. "Ah, I forgot there were two fools," he mutters to himself.
He also sees the remaining figure. Are they still in the carrying thingy or no?
*they are no longer in the palanquin, as the carriers walked off as well*
Raegus replies in booming voice: "The only fool is the one who would bring the wrath of the gods upon them, and continue to fight a hopeless battle."
"What, you think I'm weaker then you?"
"Not in the slightest Faltros. But what you lack is allies, friends, people who will hold you up when you fall to your knees. We," he gestures to all the gods of good, "have something you can never have, and that is trust, love, and companionship. A single god may fall under your wicked power, but with us as one, you have no chance."
*hell yeah, beat him with the power of friendship!*
"I don't see any allies besides yourself that are currently conscious. And look at you! What power do you have over me? What will you do, ease my nonexistent grief? (He lets out a long, long laugh) I'm a manifestation of fear, terror, aggression. Don't trifle with me, Raegus. And either way, if you think you're the one that shall win, just ask our leader about it." He points his flame sword towards the remaining figure.
*Boinkkkkkkkkk*
Raegus' eyes flare with a righteous fury, burning bright. "You believe me weak?! I am first and foremost a God of comfort and peace but allow me to remind you."
"I rule over the souls of damned creatures! I rule over the night sky and the heavens! I control life itself!" As he names each of his domains, a manifestation of each appears. The bodies of dead people return to life, only to fall back limp. Meteors shower around them, and stars move through the sky. All life around him becomes full of growth, and then instantly withers and crumbles to dust.
"Don't be so bold. I control the dead, too. (The dead bodies rise once more, this time as ghouls) I can start wars between the mortals with a mere word (images flash of mortals fighting each other), or send them into a state of pure terror. (The images change to the mortals running away in terror). Make this easier on yourself and surrender now."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
(Earth domain god, no name yet)
She hears screams. So many screams. They’re coming from quite a ways away, but with a god’s senses they can hear them. They’re coming from a nearby valley.
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
(Earth domain god, no name yet)
She hears screams. So many screams. They’re coming from quite a ways away, but with a god’s senses they can hear them. They’re coming from a nearby valley.
She disappears, and goes to wherever the screams are coming from
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
(Earth domain god, no name yet)
She hears screams. So many screams. They’re coming from quite a ways away, but with a god’s senses they can hear them. They’re coming from a nearby valley.
She disappears, and goes to wherever the screams are coming from
She appears in a Valley surrounded by white cliffs. It is lush and full of plants and trees, magnificent plants growing everywhere and covering every surface. Or well, there used to be. All of it is wilted and dead, the largest tree among the valley atop a hill, having lost most of its leaves. In front of the tree is a large hole with a coffin in the bottom, and opened coffin. A river runs through the valley, and it is the only exit from it. But it’s flowing too fast to traverse safely. She sees people, thousands of them, cowering and screaming and hiding and running in the enormous valley, hiding in dead trees and trying to evade something hunting them.
Six horrors stalk the shadows, formerly humans, now bloodthirsty, flesh eating monsters that were created from a dying god’s last promise. These six horrors, the gravediggers, the priests of dead Herionidus, are the first Vampires. They have already killed hundreds, and are waiting for the sun to set so they can hunt once again, killing and eating all of those who are trapped in the Valley with them. People from outside the valley have named this horrible event the Red Festival.
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
(Earth domain god, no name yet)
She hears screams. So many screams. They’re coming from quite a ways away, but with a god’s senses they can hear them. They’re coming from a nearby valley.
She disappears, and goes to wherever the screams are coming from
She appears in a Valley surrounded by white cliffs. It is lush and full of plants and trees, magnificent plants growing everywhere and covering every surface. Or well, there used to be. All of it is wilted and dead, the largest tree among the valley atop a hill, having lost most of its leaves. In front of the tree is a large hole with a coffin in the bottom, and opened coffin. A river runs through the valley, and it is the only exit from it. But it’s flowing too fast to traverse safely. She sees people, thousands of them, cowering and screaming and hiding and running in the enormous valley, hiding in dead trees and trying to evade something hunting them.
Six horrors stalk the shadows, formerly humans, now bloodthirsty, flesh eating monsters that were created from a dying god’s last promise. These six horrors, the gravediggers, the priests of dead Herionidus, are the first Vampires. They have already killed hundreds, and are waiting for the sun to set so they can hunt once again, killing and eating all of those who are trapped in the Valley with them. People from outside the valley have named this horrible event the Red Festival.
She looks at the valley, horrified. She doesn’t know what to do. She decides to look around for another greater on to tell her what happened here.
Deep within a desert, there lived a hole. This hole was empty and nothing filled it, suddenly, something began to fill the hole. At first it was barely noticeable but soon, the hole began to fill with water! Gradually at first but then it began to fill only exponentially, marine life began to accompany the hole. (The Marine life I guess would be this gods version of power points.) It was calm and peaceful, not much disturbing it.
Suddenly, the hole began to swirl! Water began to tower into waterspout, until a figure began to form. Slowly it's frame began to take shape from the water, then, soon, the figure took full shape! This created a God, one who seemed to embody waves. The beings eyes glowed a Lapus blue, whilst it's hair seemed to flow uncontrollably long as it slowly graced their back. Before long, the being layed down on the water and began to float having a rather good day of their first life.
Macchino, having replaced his spine, is replacing his blood with a strange, oily yellow fluid.
The Swarm is making something big...
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She seems a little befuddled. "You're standing on it, good sir! The Iterator is the first of hopefully many to come. Structures that double as computers and homes for us. They will calculate ways to improve our lives!"
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Love and joy can legit be found during the darkest and hardest of times. Don't forget that.
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The six Gravediggers are rampaging the Grove of Herionidus. Most of the plants are wilted and dead, but some new ones are starting to sprout and replace the new ones. People don’t care that much, because they are running, and hiding. Hiding from monsters. Monsters that were once their priests.
the gravediggers hunt the lands, hiding in the shadows of dead trees and rocks, lunging out at people and biting at them, eating them. They’re ravenous, barely any thoughts in their eyes. Worst of all, one of the humans, a man with a sharp spear, tried to fight back. He leaped out of his hiding place to protect another person, stabbing the Gravedigger in the side, which would have killed any normal person. The creature collapses momentarily before rising up and lunging at the man, tearing them apart. Hundreds have died in the mere hours since the Gravedigger’s transformations, and the Red Festival is sure to last for at least a few days.
His famished face looks incredulous and then disgusted, "Well I never... You really entrust your livelihood to these newfangled machines of yorn? Let me ask you something. Is your life really improved if you ain't the one that done the improving? How're you ever gonna git learned your lessons if something else is taking out the challenges?" He spits dry, dusty spin on the ground. Somehow even this man's spit is dry.
Always two maybe three
She seems used to people saying things like this, as many have doubted the groups goals would work out very well. "Yes, we do have trusts. We will live our lives, and there will be challenges. In the meantime, our creations will aid us, and help us. We made them after all, that was definitely a challenge. We're not even really finished yet. The idea is... progression. We want to progress and progress until we can't anymore. And once we get to the point... well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!" She smiles again.
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Love and joy can legit be found during the darkest and hardest of times. Don't forget that.
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A sour expression stains his withered face, "Ain't no good in this. Where's the brutal honesty of the barren land? You try to make a system so perfect you won't have to be good and it'll come crashing down. I allow that y'all need the blessing of a curse. Can't throw a stone without hitting an overflowing cornucopia or a stream of water around these parts. Too much green." He mutters as he kicks the lush earth with a dusty cowboy boot, "What's the value of an oasis if the whole earth is green and wet?"
*Is there air conditioning here?*
Always two maybe three
*yo I have a character idea, I’m going to rp as a Mother Nature type god, but make her incredibly dangerous and powerful when pissed off*
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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*just make sure to read all the rules and such.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Boinkkkkkkkkk*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Raegus' eyes flare with a righteous fury, burning bright. "You believe me weak?! I am first and foremost a God of comfort and peace but allow me to remind you."
"I rule over the souls of damned creatures! I rule over the night sky and the heavens! I control life itself!" As he names each of his domains, a manifestation of each appears. The bodies of dead people return to life, only to fall back limp. Meteors shower around them, and stars move through the sky. All life around him becomes full of growth, and then instantly withers and crumbles to dust.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"Don't be so bold. I control the dead, too. (The dead bodies rise once more, this time as ghouls) I can start wars between the mortals with a mere word (images flash of mortals fighting each other), or send them into a state of pure terror. (The images change to the mortals running away in terror). Make this easier on yourself and surrender now."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
In the barren wasteland, a single blade of grass grows. Suddenly, more grass appears. Then plants and flowers, rocks and dirt. Trees begin to grow, and water floats trough the air like magic until eventually landing on the ground and forming small rivers. In a few minutes a small forest has formed
in the centre of the forest, where only the largest tree lies, the water, plants and dirt begin to swirl around the air, combining together, forming a goddess made from nature itself. Her eyes glow an enchanting bright green, she has antlers coloured brown. Her cloak is a dark green, made of a strange natural fabric. Her red hair is long and curly. She looks impossibly beautiful.
(Earth domain god, no name yet)
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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Extended Signature
She hears screams. So many screams. They’re coming from quite a ways away, but with a god’s senses they can hear them. They’re coming from a nearby valley.
She disappears, and goes to wherever the screams are coming from
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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She appears in a Valley surrounded by white cliffs. It is lush and full of plants and trees, magnificent plants growing everywhere and covering every surface. Or well, there used to be. All of it is wilted and dead, the largest tree among the valley atop a hill, having lost most of its leaves. In front of the tree is a large hole with a coffin in the bottom, and opened coffin. A river runs through the valley, and it is the only exit from it. But it’s flowing too fast to traverse safely. She sees people, thousands of them, cowering and screaming and hiding and running in the enormous valley, hiding in dead trees and trying to evade something hunting them.
Six horrors stalk the shadows, formerly humans, now bloodthirsty, flesh eating monsters that were created from a dying god’s last promise. These six horrors, the gravediggers, the priests of dead Herionidus, are the first Vampires. They have already killed hundreds, and are waiting for the sun to set so they can hunt once again, killing and eating all of those who are trapped in the Valley with them. People from outside the valley have named this horrible event the Red Festival.
She looks at the valley, horrified. She doesn’t know what to do. She decides to look around for another greater on to tell her what happened here.
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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Extended Signature
*anyone wanna rp?*
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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*sure*
*sorry I didn’t see ur message*
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I’m taking a break from DDB, so goodbye I guess
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Deep within a desert, there lived a hole. This hole was empty and nothing filled it, suddenly, something began to fill the hole. At first it was barely noticeable but soon, the hole began to fill with water! Gradually at first but then it began to fill only exponentially, marine life began to accompany the hole. (The Marine life I guess would be this gods version of power points.) It was calm and peaceful, not much disturbing it.
Suddenly, the hole began to swirl! Water began to tower into waterspout, until a figure began to form. Slowly it's frame began to take shape from the water, then, soon, the figure took full shape! This created a God, one who seemed to embody waves. The beings eyes glowed a Lapus blue, whilst it's hair seemed to flow uncontrollably long as it slowly graced their back. Before long, the being layed down on the water and began to float having a rather good day of their first life.
(Water God, Current Name: Aquinian.)
*Plus Freddy*
I regularly go by DJ around these here parts, perhaps due to my past account life!
Enjoy some lore from yours truly, The Weaver of a Thousand Triumphs!
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