Xezithic begins to slowly swim high up in the sky, heading towards the Valley, bringing a downpour of warm, fresh rain and the drumming strikes of a thunderstorm. Lightning streaks across the sky in a frightful yet dazzling display.
The Aboleth let’s out a deep bellowing sound, which reverberates through the ground and being felt by all the living creatures below. It’s like a deep whale’s call, primal and hymnal .
*you can choose which interaction to use*
a peircing howl responds to it, and a word beats into its mind
GREETINGS
or
another storm approaches, and speaks to it "ah. a fellow being of the storm"
Xezithic bellows out in response from his lake bound volcanic island.
The Aboleth has been working on his new domain, a blend of the elements all swirling and clashing in a beautifully violent display above the tumultuous yet crystal clear lake.
"so long as you do not attempt to depose me, i would be happy to share rulership with you. and my dominion includes more than just the traditional storms."
Xezithic begins to slowly swim high up in the sky, heading towards the Valley, bringing a downpour of warm, fresh rain and the drumming strikes of a thunderstorm. Lightning streaks across the sky in a frightful yet dazzling display.
The Aboleth let’s out a deep bellowing sound, which reverberates through the ground and being felt by all the living creatures below. It’s like a deep whale’s call, primal and hymnal .
*you can choose which interaction to use*
a peircing howl responds to it, and a word beats into its mind
GREETINGS
or
another storm approaches, and speaks to it "ah. a fellow being of the storm"
Xezithic bellows out in response from his lake bound volcanic island.
The Aboleth has been working on his new domain, a blend of the elements all swirling and clashing in a beautifully violent display above the tumultuous yet crystal clear lake.
"so long as you do not attempt to depose me, i would be happy to share rulership with you. and my dominion includes more than just the traditional storms."
(casual cryptic message that may or may not have everything to do with a soon to be created greater will :>)
*Here you are creating some epic and ominous foreshadowing, and I’m currently trying to shove Captain Planet, Avatar the Last Airbender, and Zatch Bell into a terrifying Elemental Abomination Deity*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
(casual cryptic message that may or may not have everything to do with a soon to be created greater will :>)
*Here you are creating some epic and ominous foreshadowing, and I’m currently trying to shove Captain Planet, Avatar the Last Airbender, and Zatch Bell into a terrifying Elemental Abomination Deity*
*I just spit out my imaginary tea again*
*but yes, I do love foreshadowing. Perhaps in an hour or two stage two of the plan will commence.*
(casual cryptic message that may or may not have everything to do with a soon to be created greater will :>)
*Here you are creating some epic and ominous foreshadowing, and I’m currently trying to shove Captain Planet, Avatar the Last Airbender, and Zatch Bell into a terrifying Elemental Abomination Deity*
*I just spit out my imaginary tea again*
*but yes, I do love foreshadowing. Perhaps in an hour or two stage two of the plan will commence.*
*Awesome, can’t wait*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Xezithic begins to slowly swim high up in the sky, heading towards the Valley, bringing a downpour of warm, fresh rain and the drumming strikes of a thunderstorm. Lightning streaks across the sky in a frightful yet dazzling display.
The Aboleth let’s out a deep bellowing sound, which reverberates through the ground and being felt by all the living creatures below. It’s like a deep whale’s call, primal and hymnal .
*you can choose which interaction to use*
a peircing howl responds to it, and a word beats into its mind
GREETINGS
or
another storm approaches, and speaks to it "ah. a fellow being of the storm"
Xezithic bellows out in response from his lake bound volcanic island.
The Aboleth has been working on his new domain, a blend of the elements all swirling and clashing in a beautifully violent display above the tumultuous yet crystal clear lake.
"so long as you do not attempt to depose me, i would be happy to share rulership with you. and my dominion includes more than just the traditional storms."
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
The Emperor notices a presence but seems unfazed, face stoic, as it continues walking and observing the area.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
The Emperor notices a presence but seems unfazed, face stoic, as it continues walking and observing the area.
The Gravedigger turns away and finds the other gravediggers, telling them of the intruder.
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
The Emperor notices a presence but seems unfazed, face stoic, as it continues walking and observing the area.
The Gravedigger turns away and finds the other gravediggers, telling them of the intruder.
The Emperor soon finds the river, and sees the direction it flows. He would step into its surface and walk on top of the water until it reaches the center, before looking down to see what lies below its surface.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Xezithic looks out over the valley, seeing the people in their camps. Desiring to explore and observe these mortals up close, he begins to craft a humanoid vessel made of pure lightning. The lightning forms into a small life-like child doll with silver hair, pale skin, and wearing a flowing white mantle that covers the body.
The Aboleth then submerges under the lava and enters a dormant state before taking control of the vessel, which spurs to life. Horns of purple lightning jut out, sparking and glowing with power. The empty eye sockets light up, revealing striking purple eyes. Xezithic first avatar is born, the Emperor of Lightning.
*Pictures are in the Goggle Doc, but basically think Zeon Bell from Zatch Bell but with lightning horns.*
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
The Emperor notices a presence but seems unfazed, face stoic, as it continues walking and observing the area.
The Gravedigger turns away and finds the other gravediggers, telling them of the intruder.
The Emperor soon finds the river, and sees the direction it flows. He would step into its surface and walk on top of the water until it reaches the center, before looking down to see what lies below its surface.
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"so long as you do not attempt to depose me, i would be happy to share rulership with you. and my dominion includes more than just the traditional storms."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“̶I̸ ̸h̸o̵l̷d̶…̶n̸o̵ ̵d̷e̶s̶i̴r̶e̶ ̶f̴o̸r̸ ̴d̶o̶m̸i̷n̸i̷o̵n̴s̴h̵i̷p̷…̴o̴n̶l̴y̷ ̴t̴o̷ ̵p̸e̵r̸f̷e̸c̶t̷ ̴m̴y̴ ̴p̷o̸w̶e̷r̵s̴ ̵o̵v̶e̷r̸ ̴t̶h̸e̸ ̸f̸u̴n̴d̶a̷m̷e̷n̷t̸a̸l̸ ̶e̸l̶e̶m̴e̷n̶t̴s̷ ̷o̷f̴ ̴t̵h̶e̴ ̷u̴n̸i̸v̷e̵r̸s̵e̶.̷ ̴A̷i̸r̴…̷E̸a̵r̶t̷h̵…̴F̷i̶r̵e̴…̴W̶a̶t̸e̴r̶…̴a̸n̷d̷ ̷t̸h̷e̴ ̴c̷h̵u̴r̶n̷i̷n̷g̵ ̷t̶e̸m̶p̷e̵s̸t̵ ̴o̴f̶ ̸p̴r̶i̷m̵o̸r̶d̴i̵a̴l̴ ̴c̸r̴e̴a̵t̴i̶o̷n̶…̸”̷
"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
Beneath the red festival, they lurk.
beneath the earth, they wait.
the heir to Herionidus will continue his work.
whatever it takes.
they just need an escape.
(casual cryptic message that may or may not have everything to do with a soon to be created greater will :>)
*Here you are creating some epic and ominous foreshadowing, and I’m currently trying to shove Captain Planet, Avatar the Last Airbender, and Zatch Bell into a terrifying Elemental Abomination Deity*
"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
*I just spit out my imaginary tea again*
*but yes, I do love foreshadowing. Perhaps in an hour or two stage two of the plan will commence.*
*Awesome, can’t wait*
"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
"then do so."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The Emperor of Lightning rises to stand on the island and looks out over the large lake towards the Valley, before jumping up and over the lake with alarming strength. It then gently floats down on the bank and walks through the sheering wind with no issue. Once through, it begins to walk across the valley, an aura of gentle rain and wind surrounding it.
"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
One of the gravediggers, still near the tree and hiding in the undergrowth, watches the emperor from afar.
The Emperor notices a presence but seems unfazed, face stoic, as it continues walking and observing the area.
"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
The Gravedigger turns away and finds the other gravediggers, telling them of the intruder.
The Emperor soon finds the river, and sees the direction it flows. He would step into its surface and walk on top of the water until it reaches the center, before looking down to see what lies below its surface.
"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
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
"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
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
"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
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
"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
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
"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