The shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
"Greeting Father of Birds, it’s a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
“Hello Volumdremaak. What brings you to the plains?” Fodd is now wearing a leathery eyepatch covering his left eye.
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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.
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
<He’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
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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.
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
<He’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
'No, idiot! I mean the power of Nurgul himself. Mortals and monsters without any divine power are of no danger to us, we're deities!'
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
The guards look at her. "Stop! Who are you?"
One large violet dragon eye appears from the massive void. "I am Volumdremaak, That Which Gazes from the Void"
Her voice is a soft whisper that echoes out. The various souls watch from within, looking like a rainbow of twinkling stars amiss her shadowy form.
*Reference pick of her void for are in the Google Doc I linked in my Signature incase anyone wants a visual aid*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
<He’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
'No, idiot! I mean the power of Nurgul himself. Mortals and monsters without any divine power are of no danger to us, we're deities!'
<I don’t know! I saw him for like a minute! He’s probably about in the middle when it comes to the strength of the gods, though.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
"Greeting Father of Birds, it’s a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
“Hello Volumdremaak. What brings you to the plains?” Fodd is now wearing a leathery eyepatch covering his left eye.
"I wished to explore this world for myself, instead of through my servant's eyes. Though it seems I have alarmed the locals with my presence"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“You’re a god? So do you have like… god powers? What even would be god powers?”
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Crotalus stalks the underworld. His horned shadow slides across the stony walls and any devil it sweeps across is soon slain.
A dragon roars at him, then flies away in the direction of the palace to alert it's creator.
His tattered poncho flaps in the wind. The shadows of its folds lengthen and tear and fray until the desert lord's form dissolves into a flock of dusty buzzards. The carrion birds, angels of desert death, wheel into the air and follow after the dragon.
It tries to pick up speed and outfly it's pursuer, which likely doesn't work since Crotalus is a Will can can probably go extremely fast.
The buzzards are able to follow after the dragon, speeding behind like shadows torn from the ground and thrown up into the sky. The fiendish drake might as well be trying to outrun his own shadow.
*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
*No worries. Don't let roleplay get in the way of proper dental care.*
Behind the dragon the buzzards remain in pursuit, swooping after your wake like cast off leaves.
The dragon roars to any nearby devils, who all run off towards the palace. The dragon flies in the opposite direction.
The buzzards curse with buzzard breathe and they all suddenly collide, transforming back into the desert god who drops from the sky. His empty eye sockets scan the area, looking for any of the devils.
For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
The guards look at her. "Stop! Who are you?"
One large violet dragon eye appears from the massive void. "I am Volumdremaak, That Which Gazes from the Void"
Her voice is a soft whisper that echoes out. The various souls watch from within, looking like a rainbow of twinkling stars amiss her shadowy form.
*Reference pick of her void for are in the Google Doc I linked in my Signature incase anyone wants a visual aid*
"I mean, we technically can't stop you from going through. These wards only work on non-Wills. But are you here for positive, negative or neutral reasons?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
"Greeting Father of Birds, it’s a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
“Hello Volumdremaak. What brings you to the plains?” Fodd is now wearing a leathery eyepatch covering his left eye.
"I wished to explore this world for myself, instead of through my servant's eyes. Though it seems I have alarmed the locals with my presence"
“Well, I suppose they just don’t see quite as many Wills as some. They’re pretty far from most centers of civilization.”
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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.
Xezithic continues to swim through the sky, bringing the storm to all beneath him. He glides gracefully through the dark clouds as he observes the land below, his many eyes alert and roaming. The eerie, haunting song echoing amidst the thunder that drums in a chaotic cacophony.
Xezithic can see a forest of two different trees, one of vibrant leaves, the other of black, yet fully alive ones, Both types forming a swirling pattern. This was not here before.
The Primordial Aboleth would drift over to the forest to observe this new phenomenon, the storm lessening a bit as it draws closes, it’s winds swaying the branches of the surrounding trees.
At the epicenter of this ever-changing forest is a stone with two flames bursting from opposite sides. One a vibrant swirl of vibrant colors, the other the darkest black in existence, with white specks blinking in and out of existence around it. A small group of dark skinned tieflings and winged Aasimars are sitting around it, enjoying its warmth.
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
<He’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
'No, idiot! I mean the power of Nurgul himself. Mortals and monsters without any divine power are of no danger to us, we're deities!'
<I don’t know! I saw him for like a minute! He’s probably about in the middle when it comes to the strength of the gods, though.>
'Then I shall meet with him. I am much, much older then him, and I will likely be able to intimidate him into at least letting you go. Where is this 'Plague Keep'?'
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“You’re a god? So do you have like… god powers? What even would be god powers?”
“Yes. Yes. Whatever my domains contain.” He gestures to the burnt land “Fire.” He gestures to Horus “The forge.” Waves his hand and all the grass and trees regrow “Life.” The trees and grass burn again. Then regrow. Then burn again. In repeat to the point that it all remains not destroyed but burning “Strife.”
Crotalus stalks the underworld. His horned shadow slides across the stony walls and any devil it sweeps across is soon slain.
A dragon roars at him, then flies away in the direction of the palace to alert it's creator.
His tattered poncho flaps in the wind. The shadows of its folds lengthen and tear and fray until the desert lord's form dissolves into a flock of dusty buzzards. The carrion birds, angels of desert death, wheel into the air and follow after the dragon.
It tries to pick up speed and outfly it's pursuer, which likely doesn't work since Crotalus is a Will can can probably go extremely fast.
The buzzards are able to follow after the dragon, speeding behind like shadows torn from the ground and thrown up into the sky. The fiendish drake might as well be trying to outrun his own shadow.
*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
*No worries. Don't let roleplay get in the way of proper dental care.*
Behind the dragon the buzzards remain in pursuit, swooping after your wake like cast off leaves.
The dragon roars to any nearby devils, who all run off towards the palace. The dragon flies in the opposite direction.
The buzzards curse with buzzard breathe and they all suddenly collide, transforming back into the desert god who drops from the sky. His empty eye sockets scan the area, looking for any of the devils.
The devils running towards Faltros's palace are all in one group. The dragon also flies towards the palace now, going a seperate route.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
The guards look at her. "Stop! Who are you?"
One large violet dragon eye appears from the massive void. "I am Volumdremaak, That Which Gazes from the Void"
Her voice is a soft whisper that echoes out. The various souls watch from within, looking like a rainbow of twinkling stars amiss her shadowy form.
*Reference pick of her void for are in the Google Doc I linked in my Signature incase anyone wants a visual aid*
"I mean, we technically can't stop you from going through. These wards only work on non-Wills. But are you here for positive, negative or neutral reasons?"
"I hold no ill intentions toward your people or masters, simply wishing to explore and learn more of this world".
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
"Greeting Father of Birds, it’s a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
“Hello Volumdremaak. What brings you to the plains?” Fodd is now wearing a leathery eyepatch covering his left eye.
"I wished to explore this world for myself, instead of through my servant's eyes. Though it seems I have alarmed the locals with my presence"
“Well, I suppose they just don’t see quite as many Wills as some. They’re pretty far from most centers of civilization.”
"I fair observation my friend"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The buzzards curse with buzzard breathe and they all suddenly collide, transforming back into the desert god who drops from the sky. His empty eye sockets scan the area, looking for any of the devils.
The devils running towards Faltros's palace are all in one group. The dragon also flies towards the palace now, going a seperate route.
Crotalus pursues the devils on land now. He lassos and whirlwind, riding a flaming tornado bareback.
Xezithic continues to swim through the sky, bringing the storm to all beneath him. He glides gracefully through the dark clouds as he observes the land below, his many eyes alert and roaming. The eerie, haunting song echoing amidst the thunder that drums in a chaotic cacophony.
Xezithic can see a forest of two different trees, one of vibrant leaves, the other of black, yet fully alive ones, Both types forming a swirling pattern. This was not here before.
The Primordial Aboleth would drift over to the forest to observe this new phenomenon, the storm lessening a bit as it draws closes, it’s winds swaying the branches of the surrounding trees.
At the epicenter of this ever-changing forest is a stone with two flames bursting from opposite sides. One a vibrant swirl of vibrant colors, the other the darkest black in existence, with white specks blinking in and out of existence around it. A small group of dark skinned tieflings and winged Aasimars are sitting around it, enjoying its warmth.
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
<He’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
'No, idiot! I mean the power of Nurgul himself. Mortals and monsters without any divine power are of no danger to us, we're deities!'
<I don’t know! I saw him for like a minute! He’s probably about in the middle when it comes to the strength of the gods, though.>
'Then I shall meet with him. I am much, much older than him, and I will likely be able to intimidate him into at least letting you go. Where is this 'Plague Keep'?'
<Between the mountains and the swamp. It’s pretty easy to find, I’d say.>
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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'Then you will likely perish. Even if you are weak, all minions are of use to me. How powerful is he?'
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
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“Hello Volumdremaak. What brings you to the plains?” Fodd is now wearing a leathery eyepatch covering his left eye.
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’s got a whole city of insane people working for him, a bunch of armored juggernauts working for him, and a bunch of plague monsters ALSO working for him.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'No, idiot! I mean the power of Nurgul himself. Mortals and monsters without any divine power are of no danger to us, we're deities!'
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
One large violet dragon eye appears from the massive void. "I am Volumdremaak, That Which Gazes from the Void"
Her voice is a soft whisper that echoes out. The various souls watch from within, looking like a rainbow of twinkling stars amiss her shadowy form.
*Reference pick of her void for are in the Google Doc I linked in my Signature incase anyone wants a visual aid*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
<I don’t know! I saw him for like a minute! He’s probably about in the middle when it comes to the strength of the gods, though.>
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 wished to explore this world for myself, instead of through my servant's eyes. Though it seems I have alarmed the locals with my presence"
"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
“You’re a god? So do you have like… god powers? What even would be god powers?”
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The buzzards curse with buzzard breathe and they all suddenly collide, transforming back into the desert god who drops from the sky. His empty eye sockets scan the area, looking for any of the devils.
"I mean, we technically can't stop you from going through. These wards only work on non-Wills. But are you here for positive, negative or neutral reasons?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Well, I suppose they just don’t see quite as many Wills as some. They’re pretty far from most centers of civilization.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Thank you” “Dear friend” “What is your name” “For we have none”
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
'Then I shall meet with him. I am much, much older then him, and I will likely be able to intimidate him into at least letting you go. Where is this 'Plague Keep'?'
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Yes. Yes. Whatever my domains contain.” He gestures to the burnt land “Fire.” He gestures to Horus “The forge.” Waves his hand and all the grass and trees regrow “Life.” The trees and grass burn again. Then regrow. Then burn again. In repeat to the point that it all remains not destroyed but burning “Strife.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The devils running towards Faltros's palace are all in one group. The dragon also flies towards the palace now, going a seperate route.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"I hold no ill intentions toward your people or masters, simply wishing to explore and learn more of this world".
"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 fair observation my friend"
"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
Crotalus pursues the devils on land now. He lassos and whirlwind, riding a flaming tornado bareback.
"̴X̶e̸z̶i̴t̵h̶i̵c̸.̶.̶.̶ ̶w̸o̵u̴l̷d̶ ̶b̴e̷ ̴t̵h̴e̸ ̵e̴a̸s̷i̵e̷r̴ ̴n̵a̷m̴e̴ ̸f̴o̴r̸ ̸m̸e̶.̴.̸.̶.̵ ̸n̵o̸ ̶n̶a̷m̸e̴ ̸f̶o̷r̶ ̸y̵o̴u̵r̴s̶e̷l̶v̵e̶s̷.̴.̶.̶ ̴w̶h̶a̶t̷ ̶d̸o̸ ̶y̸o̸u̵ ̷k̶n̵o̶w̴.̸.̷.̴.̴ ̸a̵b̵o̶u̵t̵ ̸y̴o̶u̶r̵s̸e̸l̵f̸.̵.̸.̶.̶ ̵m̵a̷y̵b̷e̷ ̶a̸ ̶n̵a̷m̵e̸ ̸w̸i̶l̶l̷ ̷f̵o̷r̵m̷.̸.̵.̸.̸ ̸w̴i̶t̵h̷ ̴s̵e̷l̶f̷ ̵c̵o̸n̶t̶e̸m̴p̸l̵a̵t̷i̵o̴n̴.̵.̴.̶"̷
"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
<Between the mountains and the swamp. It’s pretty easy to find, I’d say.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.