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."
I will. But first, I may ask, what has changed since Herionidus died? I only recollect events from before then and am mostly unaware of present events anywhere but the desert.
He thinks for a second. "First off, Faltros was banished from this realm, and if he shows his face again near civilization he shall be wiped off of the face of the Earth. The Godless Ones have been spared, as they realized Faltros was merely using them as pawns. Second, the Swarm has become an Overgod. Third, Herionidus's valley has been overrun by blood sucking creatures, and overall strange occurrences are happening in general."
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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 people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
They come across guards, protecting and marching around the city. One stops to meet the traders. "Who may you be?"
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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 Swarm is writing a letter on an impossibly long scroll of seamless humanoid skin, threatening Macchino with annihilation if he doesn't leave this world.
A devil approaches the Swarm, holding some sort of parchment.
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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 people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
They come across guards, protecting and marching around the city. One stops to meet the traders. "Who may you be?"
"Merchants, but also gift-bringers! We come from our home above the river, SR City. We have been living quite secluded for the past couple years of our current existence, and decided it was best to reach out to nearby peoples and establish good relations. We are also following the great Computer's advice, to meet new people."
Some of them step forward and present gifts, including seeds of the plants mentioned earlier, the eggs (in small wooden and metal incubators), golden-threaded scarfs and turbans, and their unique extremely lightweight spears. All as peace/friendship offerings.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The Swarm is writing a letter on an impossibly long scroll of seamless humanoid skin, threatening Macchino with annihilation if he doesn't leave this world.
A devil approaches the Swarm, holding some sort of parchment.
A very tall humanoid figure blocks their path, wearing armor of bone and skin, and holding a long bone pike.
"Halt! State your name and business."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Sarahphym looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
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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)
Back at the floating temple of the Snow Angel, something miraculous has happened. 15,000. 15,000 people now revere and fear the God of Winter since their birth in the mountains. 15,000 devout followers now congregate beneath the temple, in prayer. Many residents of the City of Order notice this- happening right outside their borders, no less- and of course are curious and afraid.
There is a steady decrease in temperature in the air in a 50-mile radius around Sarahphym's monument, as snow begins to flutter down from the accumulating grey clouds overhead. Some of the crops begin to wither. Small animals flee into their burrows and dens, not suited for prolonged exposure to the cold. Some people enter their homes to escape the icy wind.
Sarahphym has ascended to a Tier IV Will- the closest to the title of Overgod they could ever hope to reach. They claim the Famine Domain as their fourth- and possibly final- Domain of influence.
Winter has begun.
Foréir teleports to the middle of the worshippers with a bothered look on his face, only in a 5 meter radius around him is the temperature normal “what is going on?”
*ominous chanting stops*
One robed man speaks up as the others resume their prayer. "Have you not heard? The Angel of Winter has ascended to the pinnacle of their power! Oh, joyous day!"
“Winter? How can one be an angel yet preside over winter? But why not say hello.”
"I would advise against visiting. The angel strongly dislikes people intruding on their domain, and even other Wills aren't always welcome. But, if you still want to go up there, I'd advise planning an exit."
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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 looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
HC teleports next to Sarah “Well that wasn’t very nice. I’ll have to rebuild it now.”
Sarahphym looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
HC teleports next to Sarah “Well that wasn’t very nice. I’ll have to rebuild it now.”
"It wasn't meant to be. You have been a thorn in my side, and a menace to the Mythos of Order, for far too long. It's about time I got serious." They conjure Nadir in their hand- the Artifact having more silver components than before, and a jagged edge of serrated ice.
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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 looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
HC teleports next to Sarah “Well that wasn’t very nice. I’ll have to rebuild it now.”
"It wasn't meant to be. You have been a thorn in my side, and a menace to the Mythos of Order, for far too long. It's about time I got serious." They conjure Nadir in their hand- the Artifact having more silver components than before, and a jagged edge of serrated ice.
“Ah don’t be that way. You know I have an agreement with my friend Cogin. We are at a truce, though annoying you have brought me much joy.” Clones begins to appear all around HC until he can’t be seen.
Back at the floating temple of the Snow Angel, something miraculous has happened. 15,000. 15,000 people now revere and fear the God of Winter since their birth in the mountains. 15,000 devout followers now congregate beneath the temple, in prayer. Many residents of the City of Order notice this- happening right outside their borders, no less- and of course are curious and afraid.
There is a steady decrease in temperature in the air in a 50-mile radius around Sarahphym's monument, as snow begins to flutter down from the accumulating grey clouds overhead. Some of the crops begin to wither. Small animals flee into their burrows and dens, not suited for prolonged exposure to the cold. Some people enter their homes to escape the icy wind.
Sarahphym has ascended to a Tier IV Will- the closest to the title of Overgod they could ever hope to reach. They claim the Famine Domain as their fourth- and possibly final- Domain of influence.
Winter has begun.
Foréir teleports to the middle of the worshippers with a bothered look on his face, only in a 5 meter radius around him is the temperature normal “what is going on?”
*ominous chanting stops*
One robed man speaks up as the others resume their prayer. "Have you not heard? The Angel of Winter has ascended to the pinnacle of their power! Oh, joyous day!"
“Winter? How can one be an angel yet preside over winter? But why not say hello.”
"I would advise against visiting. The angel strongly dislikes people intruding on their domain, and even other Wills aren't always welcome. But, if you still want to go up there, I'd advise planning an exit."
“Then I’ll bring a gift. What would the angle like?”
Sarahphym looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
The people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
A black-scaled yuan-ti abomination with turquoise eyes tracks them closely as they pass near the swamp. He holds an oddly-shaped spear and hangs back a few dozen meters.
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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.
The people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
A black-scaled yuan-ti abomination with turquoise eyes tracks them closely as they pass near the swamp. He holds an oddly-shaped spear and hangs back a few dozen meters.
There is a teenage girl accompanying them, and her bored, wandering eyes notice the snake-like person. She isn't startled, but has never seen anything quite like them and slows her pace a bit, staring and giving a small friendly wave.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
A black-scaled yuan-ti abomination with turquoise eyes tracks them closely as they pass near the swamp. He holds an oddly-shaped spear and hangs back a few dozen meters.
There is a teenage girl accompanying them, and her bored, wandering eyes notice the snake-like person. She isn't startled, but has never seen anything quite like them and slows her pace a bit, staring and giving a small friendly wave.
He flicks his tongue lightly and approaches the group. “The Lady of the Swamp sends her humble emissary to inquire on your wares.”
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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.
The people of the slightly overgrown superstructure have came to a mutual decision. They decided it might be good to get to know other groups of people nearby, and have dispatched a small company of merchants to head to the City of Order to hopefully establish a trade route, and good relations.
Some of the obvious things they bring with them are exotic plants with unique features, and large reptilian eggs.
A black-scaled yuan-ti abomination with turquoise eyes tracks them closely as they pass near the swamp. He holds an oddly-shaped spear and hangs back a few dozen meters.
There is a teenage girl accompanying them, and her bored, wandering eyes notice the snake-like person. She isn't startled, but has never seen anything quite like them and slows her pace a bit, staring and giving a small friendly wave.
He flicks his tongue lightly and approaches the group. “The Lady of the Swamp sends her humble emissary to inquire on your wares.”
She smiles and nods, then holds up a hand telling him to wait. She taps the shoulder of one of the male leaders in her group, tells him of the yuan-ti's intentions. Him and the others smile happily as well, then the man steps forward.
"Our most humble acceptance of your Lady's inquirey! So glad to make an acquaintance. Is there any type of product you're looking for specifically? We have a variety of tools, crops, eggs, apparel, and weapons, with more of all of that back at our home."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He thinks for a second. "First off, Faltros was banished from this realm, and if he shows his face again near civilization he shall be wiped off of the face of the Earth. The Godless Ones have been spared, as they realized Faltros was merely using them as pawns. Second, the Swarm has become an Overgod. Third, Herionidus's valley has been overrun by blood sucking creatures, and overall strange occurrences are happening in general."
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 come across guards, protecting and marching around the city. One stops to meet the traders. "Who may you be?"
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 devil approaches the Swarm, holding some sort of parchment.
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
"Merchants, but also gift-bringers! We come from our home above the river, SR City. We have been living quite secluded for the past couple years of our current existence, and decided it was best to reach out to nearby peoples and establish good relations. We are also following the great Computer's advice, to meet new people."
Some of them step forward and present gifts, including seeds of the plants mentioned earlier, the eggs (in small wooden and metal incubators), golden-threaded scarfs and turbans, and their unique extremely lightweight spears. All as peace/friendship offerings.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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A very tall humanoid figure blocks their path, wearing armor of bone and skin, and holding a long bone pike.
"Halt! State your name and business."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Out in the wild, the mysterious plant grows, becoming a large, twisted, thistle covered in razor-sharp, serrated thorns.
The plant is a currently nameless demon, and bears great power in the domain of Shadow.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Sarahphym looks down at the tower that HC has been creating, visibly repulsed. They extend one of their icy hands, causing the clouds to congregate over the spire, and from these clouds extends a large serpentine form: The first elder tempest. The creature roars with booming thunder as it dives towards the spire, causing roof shingles and stones from its walls to fly off in the vicious gales the beast conjures.
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 would advise against visiting. The angel strongly dislikes people intruding on their domain, and even other Wills aren't always welcome. But, if you still want to go up there, I'd advise planning an exit."
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 teleports next to Sarah “Well that wasn’t very nice. I’ll have to rebuild it now.”
"It wasn't meant to be. You have been a thorn in my side, and a menace to the Mythos of Order, for far too long. It's about time I got serious." They conjure Nadir in their hand- the Artifact having more silver components than before, and a jagged edge of serrated ice.
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)
“Ah don’t be that way. You know I have an agreement with my friend Cogin. We are at a truce, though annoying you have brought me much joy.” Clones begins to appear all around HC until he can’t be seen.
Savut is creating the world's first turtle.
Balatro is capering.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then I’ll bring a gift. What would the angle like?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*ya beat me to it.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
A black-scaled yuan-ti abomination with turquoise eyes tracks them closely as they pass near the swamp. He holds an oddly-shaped spear and hangs back a few dozen meters.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yondor i know you’re on*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*woah just saw this. Sorry I'm really slow on mobile*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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There is a teenage girl accompanying them, and her bored, wandering eyes notice the snake-like person. She isn't startled, but has never seen anything quite like them and slows her pace a bit, staring and giving a small friendly wave.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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He flicks his tongue lightly and approaches the group. “The Lady of the Swamp sends her humble emissary to inquire on your wares.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smiles and nods, then holds up a hand telling him to wait. She taps the shoulder of one of the male leaders in her group, tells him of the yuan-ti's intentions. Him and the others smile happily as well, then the man steps forward.
"Our most humble acceptance of your Lady's inquirey! So glad to make an acquaintance. Is there any type of product you're looking for specifically? We have a variety of tools, crops, eggs, apparel, and weapons, with more of all of that back at our home."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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