The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
”HERIONIDUS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF ETERNAL LIFE! WHY HINDER THE LAST CREATIONS OF THE NOBLE GOD OF THE AFTERLIFE?”
Cogintius is in his city, solving people's problems to put his mind elsewhere. Improvements are constantly being made, and wherever he goes things get a little better.
The monsters and devils keep flooding into the world from Faltros's domain. There are also some occultists who have been overtaken by the dark magic the devil's were giving out, bringing the dead back from the grave or performing other dark magic. Faltros himself is standing on top a balcony and his palace and grinning evilly as his domain spreads out around him.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
”HERIONIDUS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF ETERNAL LIFE! WHY HINDER THE LAST CREATIONS OF THE NOBLE GOD OF THE AFTERLIFE?”
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
”HERIONIDUS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF ETERNAL LIFE! WHY HINDER THE LAST CREATIONS OF THE NOBLE GOD OF THE AFTERLIFE?”
The vampires are stalking the regrowing valley of Herionidus, the land once again beginning to blossom with life. Twisted, dark life tainted by the vampire’s presence, but life nonetheless. Trees are covered in thorns impaling birds, rows of flowers just freshly blooming have serrated edges and hunger for blood, and the bushes produce berries that are sickly sweet scented, with poisonous seeds that can be avoided if careful.
one of the vampires has found its first prey for the night, a lone man searching for any wildlife to eat. As the vampire approaches the rabbit he was hunting flees.
tempor wanders up. it seems to be a middle-aged human in a toga.
The vampire, crouched in a bush and about to leap at the human, pays them no mind. It lunges at the person, teeth about to sink into their neck as it grabs onto them with their claws.
tempor holds its hand out and the vampire freezes in place, and then sort of... rewinds to where the vampire started
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
”HERIONIDUS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF ETERNAL LIFE! WHY HINDER THE LAST CREATIONS OF THE NOBLE GOD OF THE AFTERLIFE?”
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
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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)
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
A flashes of heat radiates from up above and the flap of heavy wings can be heard in the sky.
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
A flashes of heat radiates from up above and the flap of heavy wings can be heard in the sky.
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
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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)
(GRAGH! People are creating new things everywhere! I don't interact much with this thread...NO LONGER!)
Heads or Tails, the roll of a dice, even trying to do something new. All are principles of chance and what could happen, some end well and others...not so much, perhaps this had happened when a mortal had a competition about what could happen next in their home? Either way, this produced chance, and where there is a chance there is the ability to be lucky and unlucky.
The sudden area in between some village in the plains erupts and explodes, until all that remains is a single dice. It spins on one of its edges for a slight while before stopping and taking shape. A humanoid figure who's body is covered in markings, specifically dots. Its "Eyes" are that of a single red dot, signifying a one. On its arms there are three on its left and 2 on its right. Together they make five, its back is covered in them. Two rows of three going down on its back, a six, Its collar bone is outlines by a row of four circling its neck. They "Blink" slightly taking in the sunlight, then start to walk; First order of business, find followers and sadly you already destroyed potential ones with your birth.
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
A flashes of heat radiates from up above and the flap of heavy wings can be heard in the sky.
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
A flashes of heat radiates from up above and the flap of heavy wings can be heard in the sky.
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
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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)
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
"Sure is mighty cold 'round your parts." He sticks his bony thumbs into a rattlesnake skin belt. "You seen any fiendish folks lately?"
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
"Sure is mighty cold 'round your parts." He sticks his bony thumbs into a rattlesnake skin belt. "You seen any fiendish folks lately?"
"Not to my knowledge, no. There are many bodies in the snow, but none that I would say are 'fiendish'. And yes, it is rather cold here compared to elsewhere. That can be fixed, however." They glide across the snow, not touching the ground, and point a long crystalline finger at the settlement near the foothills. "If I may ask, that settlement... is it already within the borders of another's domain?"
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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)
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
"Sure is mighty cold 'round your parts." He sticks his bony thumbs into a rattlesnake skin belt. "You seen any fiendish folks lately?"
"Not to my knowledge, no. There are many bodies in the snow, but none that I would say are 'fiendish'. And yes, it is rather cold here compared to elsewhere. That can be fixed, however." They glide across the snow, not touching the ground, and point a long crystalline finger at the settlement near the foothills. "If I may ask, that settlement... is it already within the borders of another's domain?"
His hollow eyes look where you are pointing. "I don't believe it is."
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
"Sure is mighty cold 'round your parts." He sticks his bony thumbs into a rattlesnake skin belt. "You seen any fiendish folks lately?"
"Not to my knowledge, no. There are many bodies in the snow, but none that I would say are 'fiendish'. And yes, it is rather cold here compared to elsewhere. That can be fixed, however." They glide across the snow, not touching the ground, and point a long crystalline finger at the settlement near the foothills. "If I may ask, that settlement... is it already within the borders of another's domain?"
His hollow eyes look where you are pointing. "I don't believe it is."
"That's good. No interference..." There is a brief pause, as they look down upon the village. "What business brings you to this place? Would I be correct to assume it pertains to these 'fiendish folks' you mentioned?"
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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)
"Not to my knowledge, no. There are many bodies in the snow, but none that I would say are 'fiendish'. And yes, it is rather cold here compared to elsewhere. That can be fixed, however." They glide across the snow, not touching the ground, and point a long crystalline finger at the settlement near the foothills. "If I may ask, that settlement... is it already within the borders of another's domain?"
His hollow eyes look where you are pointing. "I don't believe it is."
"That's good. No interference..." There is a brief pause, as they look down upon the village. "What business brings you to this place? Would I be correct to assume it pertains to these 'fiendish folks' you mentioned?"
"You would indeed be correct. I am hunting down a particularly nasty demon lord. He's killed a few gods already and he wishes to overthrow all the gods. I ain't gonna let that happen."
Another vampire, a few hundred feet away and on a hill, looks over, confused. The first vampire tries to lunge at the person again.
the vampire repeats the rewinding
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The first vampire approaches Tempor, snarling.
”WHAT SORT OF… BEWITCHMENT HAVE YOU PLACED ON ME, THE LEGACY OF HERIONIDUS?”
"legacy? ha! you would do well to respect a demon, lest i reverse your true bewitchment."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
”HERIONIDUS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF ETERNAL LIFE! WHY HINDER THE LAST CREATIONS OF THE NOBLE GOD OF THE AFTERLIFE?”
Cogintius is in his city, solving people's problems to put his mind elsewhere. Improvements are constantly being made, and wherever he goes things get a little better.
The monsters and devils keep flooding into the world from Faltros's domain. There are also some occultists who have been overtaken by the dark magic the devil's were giving out, bringing the dead back from the grave or performing other dark magic. Faltros himself is standing on top a balcony and his palace and grinning evilly as his domain spreads out around him.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"you took it. he did not create you!"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
”WERE YOU THERE?”
"no"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*alright, my new Greater Will is ready!*
There is a notable drop in temperature in some mountainous terrain a ways away from all the action. Clouds gather to paint the sky a melancholy grey as a new being takes shape: The birth of a new Greater Will.
The being, pulling themselves together from shards of ice and scraps of vestments, takes an angelic yet humanoid form. Five motes of cold white light shine from within the being's 'head', resembling an alien configuration of eyes. Great wings made of tattered cloth unfurl from their back, too heavy to fly from the icicles growing from them, which dangle from the wings and clatter like chimes in the cold wind. The newborn angel looks upon a nearby human settlement, taking an interest to its inhabitants: Perhaps it may find worshipers there. It will only be temporary, though, they think to themselves; just like everything else. The cold shall claim them soon enough.
This is Sarahphym (or Sarah for short), my new Tempest Domain God.
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 flashes of heat radiates from up above and the flap of heavy wings can be heard in the sky.
Sarah, only just created, is deathly afraid of the heat, magically chilling the air around themselves to as low of a temperature as they can in an effort to counter it. They don't do this to attack, though: Just as protection.
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)
(GRAGH! People are creating new things everywhere! I don't interact much with this thread...NO LONGER!)
Heads or Tails, the roll of a dice, even trying to do something new. All are principles of chance and what could happen, some end well and others...not so much, perhaps this had happened when a mortal had a competition about what could happen next in their home? Either way, this produced chance, and where there is a chance there is the ability to be lucky and unlucky.
The sudden area in between some village in the plains erupts and explodes, until all that remains is a single dice. It spins on one of its edges for a slight while before stopping and taking shape. A humanoid figure who's body is covered in markings, specifically dots. Its "Eyes" are that of a single red dot, signifying a one. On its arms there are three on its left and 2 on its right. Together they make five, its back is covered in them. Two rows of three going down on its back, a six, Its collar bone is outlines by a row of four circling its neck. They "Blink" slightly taking in the sunlight, then start to walk; First order of business, find followers and sadly you already destroyed potential ones with your birth.
Wozotl, A New god of Luck.
Life's amusing and it knows
When you turn your gaze upward you see a huge buzzard suddenly transform into a more humanoid figure. Silver spurred cowboy boots land in the snow which begins to steam and melt. A intricately woven poncho flaps in the mountain wind and above that is the skull of a longhorn cow. A crown of thorns rests in-between the huge horns that just out from the sides of his head. "Howdy. You look to be new 'round these parts. Let me introduce myself" He reaches up to his head with a skeletal hand as if to grab something but stops and lowers his hand, "I'm Crotalus, god of the desert and all that entails."
Sarah appears initially startled by Crotalus' approach, but after realizing they're friendly- at least for now- they relax a bit and the bitingly cold wind becomes a touch less frigid.
"Greetings, Crotalus. I am Sarahphym, God of cold... and all that entails." In a 100-foot radius around them, snow begins to fall from above, at a rate fast enough to replenish the snow melting from Crotalus' heat.
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)
"Sure is mighty cold 'round your parts." He sticks his bony thumbs into a rattlesnake skin belt. "You seen any fiendish folks lately?"
"Not to my knowledge, no. There are many bodies in the snow, but none that I would say are 'fiendish'. And yes, it is rather cold here compared to elsewhere. That can be fixed, however." They glide across the snow, not touching the ground, and point a long crystalline finger at the settlement near the foothills. "If I may ask, that settlement... is it already within the borders of another's domain?"
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)
His hollow eyes look where you are pointing. "I don't believe it is."
"That's good. No interference..." There is a brief pause, as they look down upon the village. "What business brings you to this place? Would I be correct to assume it pertains to these 'fiendish folks' you mentioned?"
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 would indeed be correct. I am hunting down a particularly nasty demon lord. He's killed a few gods already and he wishes to overthrow all the gods. I ain't gonna let that happen."