Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that forest? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
*while she doesn’t know this yet, In reality it’s some mix of those last two theories*
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
*while she doesn’t know this yet, In reality it’s some mix of those last two theories*
”E-eyes… Lizard!”
She chuckles, it echos in the darkness.
"No simple lizard, my dear corvid" She says as the darkness corroleces into the form of a massive black dragon, with thousands of eyes clovering her body.
*I have a couple of pictures of her forms in the google doc link in my signature incase you wanted a visual aid. It is AI generated but its a good reference.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
*while she doesn’t know this yet, In reality it’s some mix of those last two theories*
”E-eyes… Lizard!”
She chuckles, it echos in the darkness.
"No simple lizard, my dear corvid" She says as the darkness corroleces into the form of a massive black dragon, with thousands of eyes clovering her body.
*I have a couple of pictures of her forms in the google doc link in my signature incase you wanted a visual aid. It is AI generated but its a good reference.*
*i checked out the pictures, they’re super cool. Also this is a super fun interaction. Sometime tomorrow maybe we could roleplay this interaction after a few weeks, when the eggs hatch? Maybe*
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that city? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
*while she doesn’t know this yet, In reality it’s some mix of those last two theories*
”E-eyes… Lizard!”
She chuckles, it echos in the darkness.
"No simple lizard, my dear corvid" She says as the darkness corroleces into the form of a massive black dragon, with thousands of eyes clovering her body.
*I have a couple of pictures of her forms in the google doc link in my signature incase you wanted a visual aid. It is AI generated but its a good reference.*
*i checked out the pictures, they’re super cool. Also this is a super fun interaction. Sometime tomorrow maybe we could roleplay this interaction after a few weeks, when the eggs hatch? Maybe*
”…Eyes! C-Cat? Cat lizard!”
*I'd love to. I'm excited to see what happens with these little buggers, even if they will cause my Greater wills trouble in the future. ;D*
"The word you are looking for, is Dragon."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
“Eyes dragon… many eyes dragon… how many eyes Dragon?”
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
“Eyes dragon… many eyes dragon… how many eyes Dragon?”
"Infinite Eyes Dragon"
(In face up defense position. XD)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
“Eyes dragon… many eyes dragon… how many eyes Dragon?”
"Infinite Eyes Dragon"
(In face up defense position. XD)
*if I was drinking tea, I would have to say, you, my friend, just made me spit my tea. LoL*
”Lots of eyes dragon! Very eyes Dragon!… Very many eyes dragon! Happy!”
*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
“Eyes dragon… many eyes dragon… how many eyes Dragon?”
"Infinite Eyes Dragon"
(In face up defense position. XD)
*if I was drinking tea, I would have to say, you, my friend, just made me spit my tea. LoL*
”Lots of eyes dragon! Very eyes Dragon!… Very many eyes dragon! Happy!”
*XD*
"Well, I am please that you feel that way little one. Now, eat and rest. Your flock as well, so you are prepare to care for the little ones once they hatch"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Every once in a while, they collectively descend into the grotto to feast on a corpse or two, finishing it quickly. In the area around their nests once every few days, they go around spreading their spittle everywhere they can, causing a general barrier for any creature susceptible to their acid around their nests. She also notices something very, very strange about one specific Crow: they have three eyes. It didn’t a few nights before, but it seemed to have changed or mutated somehow.
(by the way, these crows don’t yet have names, so if you want one of your characters to name them that would be cool)
"Hm, this is new....why have you awaken a third eye?" The Gentle Darkness says curiously as she observes this new develpoment, her shadowy form drawing closer.
(I could do that, just need to brainstorm a bit for a good name)
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“F-f…Foo…Food?” It mutters. This one seems slightly smarter than the rest, and seems at least semi capable of speaking some sort of common. Very rudimentary, though.
"Food?" She grabs a few warhorse corpses and places them near the nest.
"So you can speak? Where did you come from?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
It flutters over to the corpses and turns its head to Volumdremaak.
”F-For…F-Forest… S-Stone Forest.” It coos, tearing a chunk of flesh from the corpse. (It’s trying to convey the idea of a city but it doesn’t know that word)
"Why did you leave that forest? Was there not enough food? Or did someone sent you out?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“F-FOOD? FOOD!” It caws, distracted by the mention of food.
She would give them more corpses. "Well, this will be a bit of a process...."
She picks up another feather, which disappears into the void.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
It continues devouring the corpse, twice as ravenous as the other ravens.
it looks at Volumdremaak, studying her with confusion.
”d-d… Dark?”
"Yes, I'm a That Which Gazes from the Void, though Volumdremaak is easier for most mortals. The Darkness is my domain." She isn't certain how well the creature understands, whether its intellect is greater then its capability of speech, or if it is learning as it mutates, or if it simply an animal with speech capablity like a normal corvid.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*while she doesn’t know this yet, In reality it’s some mix of those last two theories*
”E-eyes… Lizard!”
She chuckles, it echos in the darkness.
"No simple lizard, my dear corvid" She says as the darkness corroleces into the form of a massive black dragon, with thousands of eyes clovering her body.
*I have a couple of pictures of her forms in the google doc link in my signature incase you wanted a visual aid. It is AI generated but its a good reference.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*i checked out the pictures, they’re super cool. Also this is a super fun interaction. Sometime tomorrow maybe we could roleplay this interaction after a few weeks, when the eggs hatch? Maybe*
”…Eyes! C-Cat? Cat lizard!”
*I'd love to. I'm excited to see what happens with these little buggers, even if they will cause my Greater wills trouble in the future. ;D*
"The word you are looking for, is Dragon."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*I’ve got a whole thing planned out for these things. Spoiler alert, the mutations get worse. These are some of my favorite homebrew monsters I’ve come up with just for this setting and I’m still trying to figure out their life cycle. But I know it’s gonna be wild.*
”d…Dragon? You Dragon! Cat Dragon? Eyes Dragon?.
*Awesome*
"Eyes Dragon works just fine"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“Eyes dragon… many eyes dragon… how many eyes Dragon?”
"Infinite Eyes Dragon"
(In face up defense position. XD)
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*if I was drinking tea, I would have to say, you, my friend, just made me spit my tea. LoL*
”Lots of eyes dragon! Very eyes Dragon!… Very many eyes dragon! Happy!”
*XD*
"Well, I am please that you feel that way little one. Now, eat and rest. Your flock as well, so you are prepare to care for the little ones once they hatch"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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