Meanwhile, a Lantern Drake heads to the Storm Lord’s domain to deliver her letter to him.
"hello, little one."
“Greeting from the Platinum Valkyrie, great Storm Lord! She sends a missive, a desire to negotiate with you.”
"then speak."
“My Matron plans to forge 12 great Metallic Dragons from specific metals that hold value both to the world at large and to the civilized world specifically. However, as she was working on her forging schematics, she learned that you have already created dragons from Bronze. My Matron does not wish to create these dragons behind your back as they are under your dominion and doing so would be dishonorable. So she has offered a trade, an exchanging of semantic for the creation of Bronze dragon for the semantics of two other dragons, one forged of Iron with the power of lightning and one for of Adamantine with the power of thunder.
"this is inadequate. i, not being specifically aligned with draconic energy, am incapable of producing such beings on my own, meaning i require a base dragon to begin with. i believe that i can increase the power of her dragons to a level that she cannot create due to her relative newness. i shall exhange such services, as well as the design of bronze dragons, for the following: your matron loaning me a limitless supply of iron and adamantine dragons, and the right to transform the loaned adamantine dragons into emerald dragons under my command."
“Oh, um….one moment” The drakes as before going silent. The silences lasts for a few minutes before the Drake perks up again. “Ok, my Matron understand the situation better now and has agreed to your turns. She will only be able to create the younger variants at this time but will create them for you and increase their power as her power increases. She will accept any help on that front but is very content to put in the work herself. She also says you are welcome to transform either of them for your own purposes.
"it is agreed. i shall assist her in maturing her dragons to adults at her bequest"
*note: according to the rules, she can only make creatures up to cr8, which may restrict her to making wyrmlings.*
*Young Brass, Copper, and Bronze dragons are CR 6, 7, and 8 respectively so they can be created. My Young Iron Dragons are the same CR as Brass (CR 6). The Adamantine can only be wyrmlings right now though as they are CR 6, they and Mithril are the most powerful of Mephilia’s Metallic Dragons.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Meanwhile, a Lantern Drake heads to the Storm Lord’s domain to deliver her letter to him.
"hello, little one."
“Greeting from the Platinum Valkyrie, great Storm Lord! She sends a missive, a desire to negotiate with you.”
"then speak."
“My Matron plans to forge 12 great Metallic Dragons from specific metals that hold value both to the world at large and to the civilized world specifically. However, as she was working on her forging schematics, she learned that you have already created dragons from Bronze. My Matron does not wish to create these dragons behind your back as they are under your dominion and doing so would be dishonorable. So she has offered a trade, an exchanging of semantic for the creation of Bronze dragon for the semantics of two other dragons, one forged of Iron with the power of lightning and one for of Adamantine with the power of thunder.
"this is inadequate. i, not being specifically aligned with draconic energy, am incapable of producing such beings on my own, meaning i require a base dragon to begin with. i believe that i can increase the power of her dragons to a level that she cannot create due to her relative newness. i shall exhange such services, as well as the design of bronze dragons, for the following: your matron loaning me a limitless supply of iron and adamantine dragons, and the right to transform the loaned adamantine dragons into emerald dragons under my command."
“Oh, um….one moment” The drakes as before going silent. The silences lasts for a few minutes before the Drake perks up again. “Ok, my Matron understand the situation better now and has agreed to your turns. She will only be able to create the younger variants at this time but will create them for you and increase their power as her power increases. She will accept any help on that front but is very content to put in the work herself. She also says you are welcome to transform either of them for your own purposes.
"it is agreed. i shall assist her in maturing her dragons to adults at her bequest"
*note: according to the rules, she can only make creatures up to cr8, which may restrict her to making wyrmlings.*
*Young Brass, Copper, and Bronze dragons are CR 6, 7, and 8 respectively so they can be created. My Young Iron Dragons are the same CR as Brass (CR 6). The Adamantine can only be wyrmlings right now though as they are CR 6, they and Mithril are the most powerful of Mephilia’s Metallic Dragons.*
With that, the Lantern Drake returns to his Matron where Mephilia begin to prepare the materials for her forged creations. Having now entered an agreement with the Storm Lord, The Platinum Valkyrie decides to commit fully to ascending to the Domain of the Forge.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy Chaos snaps his fingers and a chair appears behind Atemos “Sit. I would love to pet your hyenas some other time.” He sits down himself and takes off the hat.
Atemos sits down politely and sets his hyena in his lap, petting its head. “This is a nice chair. You should start a furniture company.”
He shrugs “Being beyond mortal comprehension helps in that area I suppose.”
“So, what did you want to discuss?”
“Who are you, why are you here, and do you like cards,”
Atemos clears his throat. “My name is Atemos Astley Waite, Demon lord of Butchery, and I uh… don’t know. Cards are fun I guess. One of my friends taught me.”
Happy Chaos shifts, wide grins spreading across his flesh “I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. We should play cards sometime.”
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
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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.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
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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.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
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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.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
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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.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
Happy Chaos returns the bow with a wide manic grin “Respect isn’t necessary. I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. This isn’t my true body though.”
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
Happy Chaos returns the bow with a wide manic grin “Respect isn’t necessary. I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. This isn’t my true body though.”
“You can speak through a vessel? Impressive.”
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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.
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
Happy Chaos returns the bow with a wide manic grin “Respect isn’t necessary. I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. This isn’t my true body though.”
“You can speak through a vessel? Impressive.”
“I speak through infinite vessels. I have many across existence. I think it’s neat.”
Fodd is walking across the prairies, causing elm trees to grow behind him. The skies above have grown rather grey, and sparrows congregate in the branches.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
Happy Chaos returns the bow with a wide manic grin “Respect isn’t necessary. I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. This isn’t my true body though.”
“You can speak through a vessel? Impressive.”
“I speak through infinite vessels. I have many across existence. I think it’s neat.”
“‘Neat’ indeed.” He says simply.
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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.
“Some of them don’t even have followers… well, this isn’t your world. Our world has gods, which are practically omnipotent. I’ve seen the stuff they’ve done firsthand. One of them, a really old will, placed the stars in the sky!”
“Hm. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A stone floats from the ground in the center of a desert, rotating on an axis that seems to be also rotating. Two flames burst to life surrounding this stone, one a swirl of vibrant colors ever changing, the other the color of darkness only a shadow can make, with specks of light blinking in and out of existence.
These flames produce seeds which they scatter in a whirling pattern out to 100 feet, and within a single hour, a forest of a hypnotic pattern appears, changing colors exactly as these flames do.
Foréir’s Burning Birds scout the lands for anything interesting. Unlike the others that are made of bronze, a gold bird flys faster than the others
Tosu watches, unholstering one of his guns and studying them carefully.
The gold bird dive bombs him, pulling up just before impact, extinguishing its flame, and landing on his shoulder “Attempt to shoot me, and you shall perish.”
He steps back so that it can’t land on him, pointing his gun. “Let’s not get aggressive.”
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*Young Brass, Copper, and Bronze dragons are CR 6, 7, and 8 respectively so they can be created. My Young Iron Dragons are the same CR as Brass (CR 6). The Adamantine can only be wyrmlings right now though as they are CR 6, they and Mithril are the most powerful of Mephilia’s Metallic Dragons.*
"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
*cool*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Cut*
With that, the Lantern Drake returns to his Matron where Mephilia begin to prepare the materials for her forged creations. Having now entered an agreement with the Storm Lord, The Platinum Valkyrie decides to commit fully to ascending to the Domain of the Forge.
"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
Happy Chaos shifts, wide grins spreading across his flesh “I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. We should play cards sometime.”
*anyone want to talk to the Father of Birds?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Happy Chaos could, considering his clones are almost everywhere.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sees a Happy Chaos clone just wandering around, his body looking regular except for its lack of a face and yet mouths covering its flesh, it waves as Fodd.
Fodd stares at him, horrified.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A mouth appears on the hand at is waving “Hello.” It says.
*blud’s the king of curses*
“What are you, and what are you doing in my forest?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Nice to know someone is focused on their manners.” The mouth grins before disappearing along with the rest and his face reappears.
“Oh, sorry. I should probably respect my elders. I am Fodd, the Birdfather.” He bows.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Happy Chaos returns the bow with a wide manic grin “Respect isn’t necessary. I am Happy Chaos, Great One of Luck, Trickery, and Flesh. This isn’t my true body though.”
“You can speak through a vessel? Impressive.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I speak through infinite vessels. I have many across existence. I think it’s neat.”
“‘Neat’ indeed.” He says simply.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hm. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Grimm Foxy*
A stone floats from the ground in the center of a desert, rotating on an axis that seems to be also rotating. Two flames burst to life surrounding this stone, one a swirl of vibrant colors ever changing, the other the color of darkness only a shadow can make, with specks of light blinking in and out of existence.
These flames produce seeds which they scatter in a whirling pattern out to 100 feet, and within a single hour, a forest of a hypnotic pattern appears, changing colors exactly as these flames do.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He steps back so that it can’t land on him, pointing his gun. “Let’s not get aggressive.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ