Sarahphym is chilling *heh* back at their temple, putting together some large golem made of ice. They sense intruders on their domain- a band of hikers who strayed too close to the mountain's peak. They sigh, and wave their hand in the general direction of the sensation. A roaring avalanche silences the nuisances quickly, and the Snow Angel continues their work.
Sarahphym is chilling *heh* back at their temple, putting together some large golem made of ice. They sense intruders on their domain- a band of hikers who strayed too close to the mountain's peak. They sigh, and wave their hand in the general direction of the sensation. A roaring avalanche silences the nuisances quickly, and the Snow Angel continues their work.
Sarah doesn't notice the feeling of intruders on their domain disappear, so they turn away from their creation, Nadir in hand, and begin moving about their temple.
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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)
Sarahphym is chilling *heh* back at their temple, putting together some large golem made of ice. They sense intruders on their domain- a band of hikers who strayed too close to the mountain's peak. They sigh, and wave their hand in the general direction of the sensation. A roaring avalanche silences the nuisances quickly, and the Snow Angel continues their work.
Sarah doesn't notice the feeling of intruders on their domain disappear, so they turn away from their creation, Nadir in hand, and begin moving about their temple.
They continue to watch. One chitters in Infernal to the other, but the other agitatedly chitters back and shushes their ally.
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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
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
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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
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
The bridges lead to a massive tupelo tree, and small shrines are set around it. A large door is carved in the tree, and candles surround it.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
The bridges lead to a massive tupelo tree, and small shrines are set around it. A large door is carved in the tree, and candles surround it.
He knocks on the door. "Savut? Are you in this tree?"
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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
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
The bridges lead to a massive tupelo tree, and small shrines are set around it. A large door is carved in the tree, and candles surround it.
He knocks on the door. "Savut? Are you in this tree?"
A tall and muscular human with patches of black snake scales holding a glaive opens the door. “You’re here to speak with the Goddess?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is wandering around the city, helping those in need (the sick, people with cats stuck in trees, stuff like that).
Gibber has said he's gonna intro a new Will soon but still hasn't done it. GET TO IT, GIBBER.
He keeps finding small willow-wood idols of a medusa, placed in odd spots around the city.
Jobah tells him to take his time.
He investigates them. "What are these?"
Gibber takes Jobah’s advice, despite the fact that his lazy brain will probably translate that to "Procrastinate and not do it."
There’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
*i mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
The bridges lead to a massive tupelo tree, and small shrines are set around it. A large door is carved in the tree, and candles surround it.
He knocks on the door. "Savut? Are you in this tree?"
A tall and muscular human with patches of black snake scales holding a glaive opens the door. “You’re here to speak with the Goddess?”
"Yes." He holds up one of the idols. "I have come to ask what these are."
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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
Sarahphym is chilling *heh* back at their temple, putting together some large golem made of ice. They sense intruders on their domain- a band of hikers who strayed too close to the mountain's peak. They sigh, and wave their hand in the general direction of the sensation. A roaring avalanche silences the nuisances quickly, and the Snow Angel continues their work.
Sarah doesn't notice the feeling of intruders on their domain disappear, so they turn away from their creation, Nadir in hand, and begin moving about their temple.
They continue to watch. One chitters in Infernal to the other, but the other agitatedly chitters back and shushes their ally.
The Will continues to stalk the chambers and corridors of their lair, beginning to get a bit more agitated.
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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’s no one around to answer but curious runes are etched on them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Some strange beings are watching nearby.
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
He ponders what the runes mean. (Is he able to read them?)
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 mean as god of knowledge probably*
They read “Sabu nothemuti unil”, translating to “She is everything”.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
tempor and the storm lord have decided to make a domain next to croaltus
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Sarah doesn't notice the feeling of intruders on their domain disappear, so they turn away from their creation, Nadir in hand, and begin moving about their temple.
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)
"What are these for? And why are they here?" He ponders to himself.
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
They continue to watch. One chitters in Infernal to the other, but the other agitatedly chitters back and shushes their ally.
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
The night offers no response. But the idols very much resemble Savut.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Interesting." He teleports to the swamp, holding an idol, and looks for Savut.
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
The place has changed noticeably since it was settled. Many trees have been felled around the edges of the swamp to make bridges between platforms above the water. The place seems clustered together out of necessity. As it is night, most humans are slumbering. A lone heron flies overhead.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Quite orderly." He quietly says to himself. He continues looking around for Savut.
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
The bridges lead to a massive tupelo tree, and small shrines are set around it. A large door is carved in the tree, and candles surround it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He knocks on the door. "Savut? Are you in this tree?"
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 tall and muscular human with patches of black snake scales holding a glaive opens the door. “You’re here to speak with the Goddess?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes." He holds up one of the idols. "I have come to ask what these are."
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
*cut*
“Oh, those are from here. I’ve seen ‘em. The Goddess loves woodwork. You might even be able to find them at the shrines.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Will continues to stalk the chambers and corridors of their lair, beginning to get a bit more agitated.
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)
HC is building a spiraling wizard's tower right outside of the City of Order, with a fully stocked observatory at the top.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Sarahphym is moving about the City of Order, the air in a 500-foot radius around them noticeably lower in temperature.
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)