Aemulus’ disguised form slithers through the city, pretending to explore while they are really scouting out the perfect victim to become their avatar…
the mass of rats shrinks smaller still, to half their size again. The lead rat is still not visible. It stops for a few moments to rest, as it spreads out a bit and feasts on grasses and roots near the river.
the crown of Slaughter’s mind drifts through The desert.
the corrosive crows are flocking around, feasting, and doing crow things. The one with three eyes has gotten slightly spindlier and larger, it’s beak becoming more hooked and longer. It’s serrated tongue licks it’s feathers and spreads it’s acidic saliva across it as a defense against intruders and predators.
The Emperor keeps an eye out in this new environment as the rats rest, gentle rain falling around them.
Volumdremaak continues to monitor the crow's mutations and behaviors as she has begun preparing for a ritual with her cultist that will help focus her growing power into a new domain she will hold dominion over.
It’s a lush field near the river, lush with little critters and tall plants, flowers and colorful roots. The rats hide under rocks and bushes from the rain, cleaning theirselves and keeping dry. They seem to be quite neat critters, no parasites or filth on any of them.
The three eyed crow watches them do this, curious.
Aemulus’ disguised form slithers through the city, pretending to explore while they are really scouting out the perfect victim to become their avatar…
the mass of rats shrinks smaller still, to half their size again. The lead rat is still not visible. It stops for a few moments to rest, as it spreads out a bit and feasts on grasses and roots near the river.
the crown of Slaughter’s mind drifts through The desert.
the corrosive crows are flocking around, feasting, and doing crow things. The one with three eyes has gotten slightly spindlier and larger, it’s beak becoming more hooked and longer. It’s serrated tongue licks it’s feathers and spreads it’s acidic saliva across it as a defense against intruders and predators.
The Emperor keeps an eye out in this new environment as the rats rest, gentle rain falling around them.
Volumdremaak continues to monitor the crow's mutations and behaviors as she has begun preparing for a ritual with her cultist that will help focus her growing power into a new domain she will hold dominion over.
It’s a lush field near the river, lush with little critters and tall plants, flowers and colorful roots. The rats hide under rocks and bushes from the rain, cleaning theirselves and keeping dry. They seem to be quite neat critters, no parasites or filth on any of them.
The three eyed crow watches them do this, curious.
The Emperor manages to still the rain to a misty drizzle, but it's nature as Xezithic's embodiment of the Tempest domain means that it can't truly stop the storm completely.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aemulus’ disguised form slithers through the city, pretending to explore while they are really scouting out the perfect victim to become their avatar…
the mass of rats shrinks smaller still, to half their size again. The lead rat is still not visible. It stops for a few moments to rest, as it spreads out a bit and feasts on grasses and roots near the river.
the crown of Slaughter’s mind drifts through The desert.
the corrosive crows are flocking around, feasting, and doing crow things. The one with three eyes has gotten slightly spindlier and larger, it’s beak becoming more hooked and longer. It’s serrated tongue licks it’s feathers and spreads it’s acidic saliva across it as a defense against intruders and predators.
The Emperor keeps an eye out in this new environment as the rats rest, gentle rain falling around them.
Volumdremaak continues to monitor the crow's mutations and behaviors as she has begun preparing for a ritual with her cultist that will help focus her growing power into a new domain she will hold dominion over.
It’s a lush field near the river, lush with little critters and tall plants, flowers and colorful roots. The rats hide under rocks and bushes from the rain, cleaning theirselves and keeping dry. They seem to be quite neat critters, no parasites or filth on any of them.
The three eyed crow watches them do this, curious.
The Emperor manages to still the rain to a misty drizzle, but it's nature as Xezithic's embodiment of the Tempest domain means that it can't truly stop the storm completely.
The rats seem more comfortable with the lighter storm, and after an hour they prepare to keep going.
The rats seem more comfortable with the lighter storm, and after an hour they prepare to keep going.
They would resume their travels, running through the field towards whatever these rats are seeking. The Emperor considered trying to ask this creature where they are going, but isn't certain if it can speak at this moment, if at all. Besides, its content to find out when they reach whatever destination they are heading towards. It smells the air to see if that sweet smell is still noticable.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The rats seem more comfortable with the lighter storm, and after an hour they prepare to keep going.
They would resume their travels, running through the field towards whatever these rats are seeking. The Emperor considered trying to ask this creature where they are going, but isn't certain if it can speak at this moment, if at all. Besides, its content to find out when they reach whatever destination they are heading towards. It smells the air to see if that sweet smell is still noticable.
It’s still noticeable, and if anything it’s starting to get stronger. The rats move across the fields swiftly and change their direction slightly every few moments, following that sweet scent. The emperor realizes they’ve smelled something similar, albeit extremely faint. In the valley of Herionidus, near the great tree. But the rats are heading opposite from the valley. The emperor also notices faint human footprints along the path they are traveling, slowly being washed away by the rain and river.
"Where is this smell coming from....and why is it all the way out here....?" It notices the slight changing directions of the rats every so often. "Is it moving....or just hard to pin point exactly..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Where is this smell coming from....and why is it all the way out here....?" It notices the slight changing directions of the rats every so often. "Is it moving....or just hard to pin point exactly..."
The rats change direction yet again. Then, suddenly they all slow to a halt, as two of them rush over to a fallen, days old, fermenting fruit in a bush. They examine it for several seconds, before screeching to the rest of them and turning back to the group, and they continue on following the trail. The fruit smells vaguely of the same scent as well, but slightly tainted and weak.
"Where is this smell coming from....and why is it all the way out here....?" It notices the slight changing directions of the rats every so often. "Is it moving....or just hard to pin point exactly..."
The rats change direction yet again. Then, suddenly they all slow to a halt, as two of them rush over to a fallen, days old, fermenting fruit in a bush. They examine it for several seconds, before screeching to the rest of them and turning back to the group, and they continue on following the trail. The fruit smells vaguely of the same scent as well, but slightly tainted and weak.
The Emperor picks up the fruit as it continues to follow, examining it.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Where is this smell coming from....and why is it all the way out here....?" It notices the slight changing directions of the rats every so often. "Is it moving....or just hard to pin point exactly..."
The rats change direction yet again. Then, suddenly they all slow to a halt, as two of them rush over to a fallen, days old, fermenting fruit in a bush. They examine it for several seconds, before screeching to the rest of them and turning back to the group, and they continue on following the trail. The fruit smells vaguely of the same scent as well, but slightly tainted and weak.
The Emperor picks up the fruit as it continues to follow, examining it.
It’s a regular apple. A slowly rotting apple. The scent it has isn’t its own, but rather coming from something that simply rubbed its scent off of. Perhaps another fruit. But it still smells heavenly.
It takes a deep sniff of the fruit, to better lock it in, before it sprints fast, scooping up the rats and the mass so they can pick up the pace with its lightning speed.
*The rats can guide the Emperor Ratatouille style*
It takes a deep sniff of the fruit, to better lock it in, before it sprints fast, scooping up the rats and the mass so they can pick up the pace with its lightning speed.
*The rats can guide the Emperorr Ratatouille style*
Screeching, the rats guide the emperor along the path they are following, making slight adjustments here and there. Within a few mere hours, the destination, where the smell is strongest, comes into view: a giant city, glowing like an amber flame in the night. The city of order, and within it, the source of the scent.
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
It’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
It’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
The Emperor grabs them and jumps down, using its control of the wind to cushion their fall before they start sprinting through the city.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
It’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
The Emperor grabs them and jumps down, using its control of the wind to cushion their fall before they start sprinting through the city.
Quickly, three of the Rats leap off of the emperor and scurry off into the alleys and corners of the city, heading near the base of the mountain. The other twenty or so rats compel them to follow. The smell is as sweet as ever and extremely strong now.
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
It’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
The Emperor grabs them and jumps down, using its control of the wind to cushion their fall before they start sprinting through the city.
Quickly, three of the Rats leap off of the emperor and scurry off into the alleys and corners of the city, heading near the base of the mountain. The other twenty or so rats compel them to follow. The smell is as sweet as ever and extremely strong now.
It follows, avoiding the people and obstacles. What follows it a typical cartoony scene of this godly-being in the body of what looks to be a six year old ducking around people, hopping through opening in caravan carts, hopping and jumping off of tarps and sliding on tables and causing a bit of a stir while continuing forward towards the mountain base.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
It’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
The Emperor grabs them and jumps down, using its control of the wind to cushion their fall before they start sprinting through the city.
Quickly, three of the Rats leap off of the emperor and scurry off into the alleys and corners of the city, heading near the base of the mountain. The other twenty or so rats compel them to follow. The smell is as sweet as ever and extremely strong now.
It follows, avoiding the people and obstacles. What follows it a typical cartoony scene of this godly-being in the body of what looks to be a six year old ducking around people, hopping through opening in caravan carts, hopping and jumping off of tarps and sliding on tables and causing a bit of a stir while continuing forward towards the mountain base.
Quickly, they arrive at what seems to be the beginnings of a small orchard, tree sproutlings just growing and some seeds not having even sprouted yet. The tiny trees have thin cherry colored wood and bright green leaves, and they emanate that irresistible scent. They probably grow fruits, which is why they’ve been planted. But some of the plots have been dug up and disturbed, the seeds stolen from their places. On the gates of the orchard there is a note propped up on the fence that reads, “Property of Herionidus’ Heir, collecting what is owed.” The rats urge the emperor to meet them back at the wall, the other three probably making their way back there right now. Those rats, who they can assume were behind this, are fast thieves.
"Hm...understood....." The Emperor says before taking off back towards the wall, this time sprinting from the rooftops and enjoying the view of the city.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
It’s a lush field near the river, lush with little critters and tall plants, flowers and colorful roots. The rats hide under rocks and bushes from the rain, cleaning theirselves and keeping dry. They seem to be quite neat critters, no parasites or filth on any of them.
The three eyed crow watches them do this, curious.
The Emperor manages to still the rain to a misty drizzle, but it's nature as Xezithic's embodiment of the Tempest domain means that it can't truly stop the storm completely.
"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 rats seem more comfortable with the lighter storm, and after an hour they prepare to keep going.
They would resume their travels, running through the field towards whatever these rats are seeking. The Emperor considered trying to ask this creature where they are going, but isn't certain if it can speak at this moment, if at all. Besides, its content to find out when they reach whatever destination they are heading towards. It smells the air to see if that sweet smell is still noticable.
"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’s still noticeable, and if anything it’s starting to get stronger. The rats move across the fields swiftly and change their direction slightly every few moments, following that sweet scent. The emperor realizes they’ve smelled something similar, albeit extremely faint. In the valley of Herionidus, near the great tree. But the rats are heading opposite from the valley. The emperor also notices faint human footprints along the path they are traveling, slowly being washed away by the rain and river.
"Where is this smell coming from....and why is it all the way out here....?" It notices the slight changing directions of the rats every so often. "Is it moving....or just hard to pin point exactly..."
"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 rats change direction yet again. Then, suddenly they all slow to a halt, as two of them rush over to a fallen, days old, fermenting fruit in a bush. They examine it for several seconds, before screeching to the rest of them and turning back to the group, and they continue on following the trail. The fruit smells vaguely of the same scent as well, but slightly tainted and weak.
The Emperor picks up the fruit as it continues to follow, examining 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
It’s a regular apple. A slowly rotting apple. The scent it has isn’t its own, but rather coming from something that simply rubbed its scent off of. Perhaps another fruit. But it still smells heavenly.
It takes a deep sniff of the fruit, to better lock it in, before it sprints fast, scooping up the rats and the mass so they can pick up the pace with its lightning speed.
*The rats can guide the Emperor Ratatouille style*
"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
Screeching, the rats guide the emperor along the path they are following, making slight adjustments here and there. Within a few mere hours, the destination, where the smell is strongest, comes into view: a giant city, glowing like an amber flame in the night. The city of order, and within it, the source of the scent.
"A city...it looks like....it could be dangerous.....intriguing... " The Emperor says with the ghost of an eager smirk, the first sort of emotion it has shown since its creation. It sprints straight to the wall before running up its surface, using the wind to keep all the rats secure to itself. Soon it jumps and lands on top of the wall, looking down at the sprawling city below.
"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’s separated into many districts, such as food, shopping, and housing districts, and built at the center of the city on top of a small mountain is a five mile tall clock tower. The rats start jumping and screeching with excitement, almost at their destination. They start to try and find a way down from the wall.
The Emperor grabs them and jumps down, using its control of the wind to cushion their fall before they start sprinting through the city.
"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
Quickly, three of the Rats leap off of the emperor and scurry off into the alleys and corners of the city, heading near the base of the mountain. The other twenty or so rats compel them to follow. The smell is as sweet as ever and extremely strong now.
It follows, avoiding the people and obstacles. What follows it a typical cartoony scene of this godly-being in the body of what looks to be a six year old ducking around people, hopping through opening in caravan carts, hopping and jumping off of tarps and sliding on tables and causing a bit of a stir while continuing forward towards the mountain base.
"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
Quickly, they arrive at what seems to be the beginnings of a small orchard, tree sproutlings just growing and some seeds not having even sprouted yet. The tiny trees have thin cherry colored wood and bright green leaves, and they emanate that irresistible scent. They probably grow fruits, which is why they’ve been planted. But some of the plots have been dug up and disturbed, the seeds stolen from their places. On the gates of the orchard there is a note propped up on the fence that reads, “Property of Herionidus’ Heir, collecting what is owed.” The rats urge the emperor to meet them back at the wall, the other three probably making their way back there right now. Those rats, who they can assume were behind this, are fast thieves.
"Hm...understood....." The Emperor says before taking off back towards the wall, this time sprinting from the rooftops and enjoying the view of the city.
"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
They notice giant, husky sized crows here and there around the city. A few dozen of them. The rats seem afraid of them.
when they make it to the wall, they find three rats waiting for them, each carrying a small seed in their hands.
"Those aren't normal birds..." it says as it runs back up the wall and sees the rats and their seeds. "Is that what your leader was seeking?"
"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