I see. If Crotalus is indeed up to something it is not my place to disclose that, as he is now the king that succeeded Herionidus, and it is simply against my nature to betray my former bearer’s legacy. I will neither confirm nor deny he is seeking to cause chaos within your walls.
the nature goddess sits in her garden, watching birds.
A path of charred footsteps is in the garden. They seem to either be going somewhere unknown or towards a nearby village, but it's hard to tell which way it's coming from.
The nature goddess *i really need to give her a name* decides to explore the path, and see where it leads.
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
I see. If Crotalus is indeed up to something it is not my place to disclose that, as he is now the king that succeeded Herionidus, and it is simply against my nature to betray my former bearer’s legacy. I will neither confirm nor deny he is seeking to cause chaos within your walls.
"When he returns from what he is doing, ask him to meet with me here."
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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 nature goddess sits in her garden, watching birds.
A path of charred footsteps is in the garden. They seem to either be going somewhere unknown or towards a nearby village, but it's hard to tell which way it's coming from.
The nature goddess *i really need to give her a name* decides to explore the path, and see where it leads.
*Towards the village or the unknown?*
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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 still at the Temple of the Order Mythos, looking for Cogintius. Many people in the City of Order notice that it's getting a touch colder in the mornings than usual, and frost can sometimes be seen on the grass before the sun rises, formed from freezing dewdrops.
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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 still at the Temple of the Order Mythos, looking for Cogintius. Many people in the City of Order notice that it's getting a touch colder in the mornings than usual, and frost can sometimes be seen on the grass before the sun rises, formed from freezing dewdrops.
Sarahphym is still at the Temple of the Order Mythos, looking for Cogintius. Many people in the City of Order notice that it's getting a touch colder in the mornings than usual, and frost can sometimes be seen on the grass before the sun rises, formed from freezing dewdrops.
Cogintius is absent. However, Sarah can see on the wall the note he wrote earlier.
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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 still at the Temple of the Order Mythos, looking for Cogintius. Many people in the City of Order notice that it's getting a touch colder in the mornings than usual, and frost can sometimes be seen on the grass before the sun rises, formed from freezing dewdrops.
Cogintius is absent. However, Sarah can see on the wall the note he wrote earlier.
They approach the note, examining it.
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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)
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
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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.
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
After a while, one of them finds a smaller one of the crows slowly pecking a symbol into the stone wall of a building. It’s a spiral with lines slowly descending inwards, with a dot or an eye at the very center. Next to it is a dead rat it’s killed, and it’s beak is stained with its blood.
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
After a while, one of them finds a smaller one of the crows slowly pecking a symbol into the stone wall of a building. It’s a spiral with lines slowly descending inwards, with a dot or an eye at the very center. Next to it is a dead rat it’s killed, and it’s beak is stained with its blood.
The clone creates a stone trap around the crow and informs the hive mind. Investigating the symbol.
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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.
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
After a while, one of them finds a smaller one of the crows slowly pecking a symbol into the stone wall of a building. It’s a spiral with lines slowly descending inwards, with a dot or an eye at the very center. Next to it is a dead rat it’s killed, and it’s beak is stained with its blood.
The clone creates a stone trap around the crow and informs the hive mind. Investigating the symbol.
The crow squawks and tries pecking at the trap, chipping away at it slowly.
the symbol actually gets carved deeper and deeper into the rock the closer to the center of the spiral it is. It seems to resemble something… like a staircase.
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
After a while, one of them finds a smaller one of the crows slowly pecking a symbol into the stone wall of a building. It’s a spiral with lines slowly descending inwards, with a dot or an eye at the very center. Next to it is a dead rat it’s killed, and it’s beak is stained with its blood.
The clone creates a stone trap around the crow and informs the hive mind. Investigating the symbol.
The crow squawks and tries pecking at the trap, chipping away at it slowly.
the symbol actually gets carved deeper and deeper into the rock the closer to the center of the spiral it is. It seems to resemble something… like a staircase.
The clone decreases the size of the box. He rubs his chin in thought and has the hive mind look for more of the symbol.
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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
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I see. If Crotalus is indeed up to something it is not my place to disclose that, as he is now the king that succeeded Herionidus, and it is simply against my nature to betray my former bearer’s legacy. I will neither confirm nor deny he is seeking to cause chaos within your walls.
HC is counting down the days until his next ascension on a calendar he made as he and his clones search the city for answers.
The nature goddess *i really need to give her a name* decides to explore the path, and see where it leads.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
"When he returns from what he is doing, ask him to meet with me here."
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
*Towards the village or the unknown?*
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
Sarahphym is still at the Temple of the Order Mythos, looking for Cogintius. Many people in the City of Order notice that it's getting a touch colder in the mornings than usual, and frost can sometimes be seen on the grass before the sun rises, formed from freezing dewdrops.
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 comes up behind her “He isn’t here.”
Foréir is walking around the City of Order this time any ice or frost around him melts
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Cogintius is absent. However, Sarah can see on the wall the note he wrote earlier.
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
Mortals remark at Foréir and point to him, whispering among themselves.
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 notice that his fiery orange hair doesn't just look like burning flames, they are
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The whispers get more and more surprised.
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 know that I am not deaf, correct?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
They approach the note, examining it.
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)
The Crown’s conscience is drifting throughout the desert, manifesting in an invisible eldritch eye.
the red festival continues, and one of the vampires is scaling the cliff, to get a view of all of what is outside the blood soaked valley.
Aemulus is slithering its way closer to the entrance to and from the underworld, ready to enter the surface once the time is right.
more chaos has erupted in the city of order: The same flock of crows that feasted on the cow corpses a day or two ago have gotten larger and slightly monstrous. The largest among them, around 3 feet tall and with a wingspan of several feet, has four eyes instead of two. They’re perched in small groups close together throughout the city, and the murder meets up every few hours in a large group of around 50 of them. They’re slowly mutating, but for now they are simply normal crows… mostly.
Happy Chaos clones are moving throughout the city, searching for answers or greater information.
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
After a while, one of them finds a smaller one of the crows slowly pecking a symbol into the stone wall of a building. It’s a spiral with lines slowly descending inwards, with a dot or an eye at the very center. Next to it is a dead rat it’s killed, and it’s beak is stained with its blood.
The clone creates a stone trap around the crow and informs the hive mind. Investigating the symbol.
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
The crow squawks and tries pecking at the trap, chipping away at it slowly.
the symbol actually gets carved deeper and deeper into the rock the closer to the center of the spiral it is. It seems to resemble something… like a staircase.
The clone decreases the size of the box. He rubs his chin in thought and has the hive mind look for more of the symbol.
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