Sarahphym spends a moment thinking about Cogintius's question. "I've been more on the side of order, I'd say."
"If that's the case, I don't see any reason to not let you join. Welcome to the Mythos of Order, Sarahphym." Cogintius extends a hand to shake.
"It is truly an honor, Cogintius." Sarahphym shakes his hand with one of their own- a segmented hand composed of ice that is incredibly cold to the touch, though not harmfully so. "I hope my abilities can contribute to the Mythos and its ideals of order."
"A pleasure to have you with us." As Sarahphym shakes hands with Cog, they feel a small bit of power. (500 power points given.)
*btw, has any of the other Greater Wills invented winter yet? Just curious.*
*As far as I'm aware, no. But I was one of the later people to arrive on this thread.*
*Got it. Thank you!*
As that small fraction of power transfers from Cogintius to Sarahphym, an icy wind circles around Sarah as they reach enough power to become a Tier 2 Greater Will. The ragged vestment scraps that form their wings and robes change into fine silken fabrics with shades of white, gold, and blue- colors to match the Mythos of Order- and take on a luxurious splendor. Icy hoarfrost covers parts of their new wings and robes as they gain the Order Domain.
"W- what a marvelous transformation! I feel so much more capable! I cannot thank you enough for this gift, Cogintius. I will use this power to aid the Mythos in any way I can."
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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)
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Sarahphym spends a moment thinking about Cogintius's question. "I've been more on the side of order, I'd say."
"If that's the case, I don't see any reason to not let you join. Welcome to the Mythos of Order, Sarahphym." Cogintius extends a hand to shake.
"It is truly an honor, Cogintius." Sarahphym shakes his hand with one of their own- a segmented hand composed of ice that is incredibly cold to the touch, though not harmfully so. "I hope my abilities can contribute to the Mythos and its ideals of order."
"A pleasure to have you with us." As Sarahphym shakes hands with Cog, they feel a small bit of power. (500 power points given.)
*btw, has any of the other Greater Wills invented winter yet? Just curious.*
*As far as I'm aware, no. But I was one of the later people to arrive on this thread.*
*Got it. Thank you!*
As that small fraction of power transfers from Cogintius to Sarahphym, an icy wind circles around Sarah as they reach enough power to become a Tier 2 Greater Will. The ragged vestment scraps that form their wings and robes change into fine silken fabrics with shades of white, gold, and blue- colors to match the Mythos of Order- and take on a luxurious splendor. Icy hoarfrost covers parts of their new wings and robes as they gain the Order Domain.
"W- what a marvelous transformation! I feel so much more capable! I cannot thank you enough for this gift, Cogintius. I will use this power to aid the Mythos in any way I can."
"Thank you for your support!"
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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
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
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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
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Well, I suppose I should start doing my job." There is a brief pause before the lights resembling eyes on their crystalline 'face'. "Ah, I have an idea. Cogintius, your Domains encompass the concepts of Knowledge and Arcana, correct?"
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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)
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
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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
"Well, I suppose I should start doing my job." There is a brief pause before the lights resembling eyes on their crystalline 'face'. "Ah, I have an idea. Cogintius, your Domains encompass the concepts of Knowledge and Arcana, correct?"
"Correct."
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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
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
*It was already chaotic.*
"You wouldn't dare! I'm loyal to me and me alone, pal."
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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
"Well, I suppose I should start doing my job." There is a brief pause before the lights resembling eyes on their crystalline 'face'. "Ah, I have an idea. Cogintius, your Domains encompass the concepts of Knowledge and Arcana, correct?"
"Correct."
"Well, both of those concepts are based on innovation and the ability to be creative. The mortals can do both of those things- sometimes quite effectively, as well- and there is no greater motivation for innovation than harsh conditions and strife. If we could create controlled extremes that force the mortals to innovate, it would save us some effort as well, and it might even be entertaining. However, typically, neither are sustainable, and the latter can have disastrous effects on the mortal populace."
"Therefore, I propose a way to create said conditions renewably and without major catastrophe: Winter! Er- still workshopping the name. Anyway, the basic premise is that, for about one quarter of the mortals' calendar year, there is a period of low temperatures and difficulty growing crops- maybe some other things, too. Essentially, it creates conditions that aren't lethal enough to wipe out the moral population, but still encourage them to innovate. Therefore, the mortals could discover things for us, so we can devote our attention to maintaining order and managing larger situations."
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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)
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
*It was already chaotic.*
"You wouldn't dare! I'm loyal to me and me alone, pal."
"i do not mind if you stay that way, so long as you stop your evil ways" it is now chaotic good
"Well, I suppose I should start doing my job." There is a brief pause before the lights resembling eyes on their crystalline 'face'. "Ah, I have an idea. Cogintius, your Domains encompass the concepts of Knowledge and Arcana, correct?"
"Correct."
"Well, both of those concepts are based on innovation and the ability to be creative. The mortals can do both of those things- sometimes quite effectively, as well- and there is no greater motivation for innovation than harsh conditions and strife. If we could create controlled extremes that force the mortals to innovate, it would save us some effort as well, and it might even be entertaining. However, typically, neither are sustainable, and the latter can have disastrous effects on the mortal populace."
"Therefore, I propose a way to create said conditions renewably and without major catastrophe: Winter! Er- still workshopping the name. Anyway, the basic premise is that, for about one quarter of the mortals' calendar year, there is a period of low temperatures and difficulty growing crops- maybe some other things, too. Essentially, it creates conditions that aren't lethal enough to wipe out the moral population, but still encourage them to innovate. Therefore, the mortals could discover things for us, so we can devote our attention to maintaining order and managing larger situations."
Cogintius thinks about this for a bit. Eventually, he speaks.
"I see both flaws and strengths in this plan. You see, I was formed primarily as the god of knowledge. I was made to advance mortal's development, thus part of me always says no to setbacks. However, you are correct in that it will allow them to innovate and grow more. It is both a setback and advancement at the same time. Elders, what do you think?" Cogintius turns towards the mortals standing by him.
"I heavily disagree with this plan. It's bound to be disastrous, killing crops and freezing us half to death. I say no." The first elder says aggressively, slamming his fist on the table.
"I must say, I agree with the idea. Sure, it would be difficult, but we would think of ways to save or preserve our crops and stay warm. Ideas are already swirling in my head. I say yes." The second elder says.
"It's only for around 3 months. That's not too long. I say yes." The third elder votes.
"Very well," Cogintius says. "I vote yes as well, as long as it isn't too harsh. This musn't be a deadly setback, only a small obstacle to overcome."
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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
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
*It was already chaotic.*
"You wouldn't dare! I'm loyal to me and me alone, pal."
"i do not mind if you stay that way, so long as you stop your evil ways" it is now chaotic good
It blinks. "Alright, sounds good. Don't know what happened to me, but evil just doesn't seem that good a choice anymore."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The red festival is more horrific than ever. The six vampires are engaging in a wild hunt involving hundreds of humans, chasing them on all fours, scaling trees and hiding in the dead or newly blossoming undergrowth. The remains of thousands litters the ground, and their blood feeds the earth, and sates the gluttony of the gravediggers of Herionidus. Flowers that grow anew in the valley are of all colors, but a vast majority of them are a stark white, growing in clusters. Those near fallen humans are a bright, blood red. Tree saplings drinking up the blood from their roots are growing warped and twisted, their branches bending and their trunks gnarled, their leaves a sinister orangish pink and their roots expansive like blood vessels. None have grown bigger than say, two feet tall, though. Only a select few, perhaps one out of 500 trees transform this way. The presence of the vampires is affecting the region, and mist now swirls lightly throughout it, allowing for new places to hide.
The crown of Slaughter rests firmly on Crotalus’ brow, wherever they are, but its malevolent conscience wanders elsewhere. Some other humans, and even other greater wills, hear telepathic whispers of hate and sorrow in their ears, the wind carrying the messages of the crown of thorns.
The red festival is more horrific than ever. The six vampires are engaging in a wild hunt involving hundreds of humans, chasing them on all fours, scaling trees and hiding in the dead or newly blossoming undergrowth. The remains of thousands litters the ground, and their blood feeds the earth, and sates the gluttony of the gravediggers of Herionidus. Flowers that grow anew in the valley are of all colors, but a vast majority of them are a stark white, growing in clusters. Those near fallen humans are a bright, blood red. Tree saplings drinking up the blood from their roots are growing warped and twisted, their branches bending and their trunks gnarled, their leaves a sinister orangish pink and their roots expansive like blood vessels. None have grown bigger than say, two feet tall, though. Only a select few, perhaps one out of 500 trees transform this way. The presence of the vampires is affecting the region, and mist now swirls lightly throughout it, allowing for new places to hide.
The crown of Slaughter rests firmly on Crotalus’ brow, wherever they are, but its malevolent conscience wanders elsewhere. Some other humans, and even other greater wills, hear telepathic whispers of hate and sorrow in their ears, the wind carrying the messages of the crown of thorns.
Two different monsters watch the two respectively: a bone devil and a displacer beast.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
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*Got it. Thank you!*
As that small fraction of power transfers from Cogintius to Sarahphym, an icy wind circles around Sarah as they reach enough power to become a Tier 2 Greater Will. The ragged vestment scraps that form their wings and robes change into fine silken fabrics with shades of white, gold, and blue- colors to match the Mythos of Order- and take on a luxurious splendor. Icy hoarfrost covers parts of their new wings and robes as they gain the Order Domain.
"W- what a marvelous transformation! I feel so much more capable! I cannot thank you enough for this gift, Cogintius. I will use this power to aid the Mythos in any way I can."
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)
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
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
"Thank you for your support!"
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
patches of them are a brassy color
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
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
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Well, I suppose I should start doing my job." There is a brief pause before the lights resembling eyes on their crystalline 'face'. "Ah, I have an idea. Cogintius, your Domains encompass the concepts of Knowledge and Arcana, correct?"
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)
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
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
"Correct."
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
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*It was already chaotic.*
"You wouldn't dare! I'm loyal to me and me alone, pal."
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
"Well, both of those concepts are based on innovation and the ability to be creative. The mortals can do both of those things- sometimes quite effectively, as well- and there is no greater motivation for innovation than harsh conditions and strife. If we could create controlled extremes that force the mortals to innovate, it would save us some effort as well, and it might even be entertaining. However, typically, neither are sustainable, and the latter can have disastrous effects on the mortal populace."
"Therefore, I propose a way to create said conditions renewably and without major catastrophe: Winter! Er- still workshopping the name. Anyway, the basic premise is that, for about one quarter of the mortals' calendar year, there is a period of low temperatures and difficulty growing crops- maybe some other things, too. Essentially, it creates conditions that aren't lethal enough to wipe out the moral population, but still encourage them to innovate. Therefore, the mortals could discover things for us, so we can devote our attention to maintaining order and managing larger situations."
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)
"i do not mind if you stay that way, so long as you stop your evil ways" it is now chaotic good
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Cogintius thinks about this for a bit. Eventually, he speaks.
"I see both flaws and strengths in this plan. You see, I was formed primarily as the god of knowledge. I was made to advance mortal's development, thus part of me always says no to setbacks. However, you are correct in that it will allow them to innovate and grow more. It is both a setback and advancement at the same time. Elders, what do you think?" Cogintius turns towards the mortals standing by him.
"I heavily disagree with this plan. It's bound to be disastrous, killing crops and freezing us half to death. I say no." The first elder says aggressively, slamming his fist on the table.
"I must say, I agree with the idea. Sure, it would be difficult, but we would think of ways to save or preserve our crops and stay warm. Ideas are already swirling in my head. I say yes." The second elder says.
"It's only for around 3 months. That's not too long. I say yes." The third elder votes.
"Very well," Cogintius says. "I vote yes as well, as long as it isn't too harsh. This musn't be a deadly setback, only a small obstacle to overcome."
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
It blinks. "Alright, sounds good. Don't know what happened to me, but evil just doesn't seem that good a choice anymore."
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
*howdy!*
The red festival is more horrific than ever. The six vampires are engaging in a wild hunt involving hundreds of humans, chasing them on all fours, scaling trees and hiding in the dead or newly blossoming undergrowth. The remains of thousands litters the ground, and their blood feeds the earth, and sates the gluttony of the gravediggers of Herionidus. Flowers that grow anew in the valley are of all colors, but a vast majority of them are a stark white, growing in clusters. Those near fallen humans are a bright, blood red. Tree saplings drinking up the blood from their roots are growing warped and twisted, their branches bending and their trunks gnarled, their leaves a sinister orangish pink and their roots expansive like blood vessels. None have grown bigger than say, two feet tall, though. Only a select few, perhaps one out of 500 trees transform this way. The presence of the vampires is affecting the region, and mist now swirls lightly throughout it, allowing for new places to hide.
The crown of Slaughter rests firmly on Crotalus’ brow, wherever they are, but its malevolent conscience wanders elsewhere. Some other humans, and even other greater wills, hear telepathic whispers of hate and sorrow in their ears, the wind carrying the messages of the crown of thorns.
Two different monsters watch the two respectively: a bone devil and a displacer beast.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Cut*
*now just to be clear, are they both watching the Red Festival or is the displacer beast interacting with the crown of Slaughter?*
*the displacer beast is watching the Crown of Slaughter, and the bone devil the Red Festival.*
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
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