A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
The moment they enter the never ending wildfire, their entire bodies catch on fire. The pain excruciating. Yet they don’t die. Their flesh and fur keeps regrowing, giving the fire a never ending source
The stags panic and run towards the swirling forest. The second they enter its boundary, the fire cools.
*why? Because this is the fire of a fire fire god and gods can’t really effect the others domain*
*One of the Twin Flamed Stone’s first divine friends was afraid to stay for too long because they had a passive effect that could destroy the Swirling Forest. After learning that, the Twin Flamed Stone set up an effect that dampens the effects of other gods in their domain.
*dampen or cancel out? Because this is the fire of a tier 4 will*
*dampen. I said the fire cooled, not disappeared.*
*that’s literally what it means. If a fire cools, that means it goes out. Saying it wavers or reduces would be better*
*ok. The fire reduces and the pain is less.*
A Burning Bird of bronze watches the stags
The forest suddenly moves towards the burning Bird, allowing it to see into the clearing in the center, where a watering hole is, and hovering above it is a stone with two flames coming out of it, one a swirl of vibrant colors, the other the deepest black with white specks coming in and out of existence.
It’s eyes burn brighter
The forest continues to get closer, until it is right underneath it.
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
Traveling through the valley is a group of tieflings and Aasimar who decided to set up camp here.
She takes notice, keeping her distance. Her form is currently a massive fog of complete darkness and void with tiny motes of colored likes like stars that are the souls she has collected. The form moves like a fog.
These divine and infernal mortals seems to be splitting their work between 3 tasks. Setting up camp, planting seeds, and loading the bodies of the deceased into a cart made of interchanging wood planks with two stags missing their front legs, in their place a ghostly apparition of legs.
The stags intrigue her, they seem like the ones that crossed into her domain very recently.
*Incase you didn't see my post about that earlier*
*I did not*
One of the tieflings stand up, a purple skinned one with horns covered in webs. “That’s as much as we can load, people. How are we on seeds?” An Aasimar with dark skin stands up. “Planted as much as we’re allowed.” The Tiefling smiles. “Great. We’ll stay here tonight then head back to the swirling forests with the bodies.”
A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
The moment they enter the never ending wildfire, their entire bodies catch on fire. The pain excruciating. Yet they don’t die. Their flesh and fur keeps regrowing, giving the fire a never ending source
The stags panic and run towards the swirling forest. The second they enter its boundary, the fire cools.
*why? Because this is the fire of a fire fire god and gods can’t really effect the others domain*
*One of the Twin Flamed Stone’s first divine friends was afraid to stay for too long because they had a passive effect that could destroy the Swirling Forest. After learning that, the Twin Flamed Stone set up an effect that dampens the effects of other gods in their domain.
*dampen or cancel out? Because this is the fire of a tier 4 will*
*dampen. I said the fire cooled, not disappeared.*
*that’s literally what it means. If a fire cools, that means it goes out. Saying it wavers or reduces would be better*
*ok. The fire reduces and the pain is less.*
A Burning Bird of bronze watches the stags
The forest suddenly moves towards the burning Bird, allowing it to see into the clearing in the center, where a watering hole is, and hovering above it is a stone with two flames coming out of it, one a swirl of vibrant colors, the other the deepest black with white specks coming in and out of existence.
It’s eyes burn brighter
The forest continues to get closer, until it is right underneath it.
It makes no apparent attempt to leave
Vines climb up from the trees and slowly make their way to the bird.
A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
A few of these stags would enter the Hallowed Meadows of Tenebrous, where they can graze on the shadowy grass and bioluminescent flowers. As they graze, their fur becomes a shadow black and their faces become completely skull-like. Where the sections of decay are, beautiful full bloom flowers of various colors and types grow and give off a gentle light. Elegant white designs slowly materialize all over the creature's bodies. The tips of the horns become a blaze with white light that acts as a gentle guiding light for spirits and lost travelers alight.
*I don't know, I was suddenly hit with a wave of inspiration to turn them into creature based on Día de Muertos*
Soon, they are joined by a herd of Drasill that also graze on the shadow grass. These undead horses have pale gray hair and skeletal faces. The have eight thin and bony, yet powerful legs tipped with hooves bathed in ghostly flames that don't burn the surrounding grass. Their manes and tails are also made of this ghostly flame, as will as the small flames where the eyes should be. Each Drasill has an aura of calm and comfort.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
She sees a spectral form blitzing through souls. Each one it passes through is absorbed into its shape
She holds the souls in her form closer, shielding them as she watches this spectral form.
As it finish up, in enters a cloak on the ground. It’s form hidden as it rises
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
She sees a spectral form blitzing through souls. Each one it passes through is absorbed into its shape
She holds the souls in her form closer, shielding them as she watches this spectral form.
As it finish up, in enters a cloak on the ground. It’s form hidden as it rises
"Fascinating" She whispers to herself.
It slowly approaches her
"Greeting"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
The moment they enter the never ending wildfire, their entire bodies catch on fire. The pain excruciating. Yet they don’t die. Their flesh and fur keeps regrowing, giving the fire a never ending source
The stags panic and run towards the swirling forest. The second they enter its boundary, the fire cools.
*why? Because this is the fire of a fire fire god and gods can’t really effect the others domain*
*One of the Twin Flamed Stone’s first divine friends was afraid to stay for too long because they had a passive effect that could destroy the Swirling Forest. After learning that, the Twin Flamed Stone set up an effect that dampens the effects of other gods in their domain.
*dampen or cancel out? Because this is the fire of a tier 4 will*
*dampen. I said the fire cooled, not disappeared.*
*that’s literally what it means. If a fire cools, that means it goes out. Saying it wavers or reduces would be better*
*ok. The fire reduces and the pain is less.*
A Burning Bird of bronze watches the stags
The forest suddenly moves towards the burning Bird, allowing it to see into the clearing in the center, where a watering hole is, and hovering above it is a stone with two flames coming out of it, one a swirl of vibrant colors, the other the deepest black with white specks coming in and out of existence.
It’s eyes burn brighter
The forest continues to get closer, until it is right underneath it.
It makes no apparent attempt to leave
Vines climb up from the trees and slowly make their way to the bird.
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
She sees a spectral form blitzing through souls. Each one it passes through is absorbed into its shape
She holds the souls in her form closer, shielding them as she watches this spectral form.
As it finish up, in enters a cloak on the ground. It’s form hidden as it rises
"Fascinating" She whispers to herself.
It slowly approaches her
"Greeting"
Its voice is familiar “One of shadows. That is you.”
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
She sees a spectral form blitzing through souls. Each one it passes through is absorbed into its shape
She holds the souls in her form closer, shielding them as she watches this spectral form.
As it finish up, in enters a cloak on the ground. It’s form hidden as it rises
"Fascinating" She whispers to herself.
It slowly approaches her
"Greeting"
Its voice is familiar “One of shadows. That is you.”
"It is, nice to see you again."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
She sees a spectral form blitzing through souls. Each one it passes through is absorbed into its shape
She holds the souls in her form closer, shielding them as she watches this spectral form.
As it finish up, in enters a cloak on the ground. It’s form hidden as it rises
"Fascinating" She whispers to herself.
It slowly approaches her
"Greeting"
Its voice is familiar “One of shadows. That is you.”
A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
A few of these stags would enter the Hallowed Meadows of Tenebrous, where they can graze on the shadowy grass and bioluminescent flowers. As they graze, their fur becomes a shadow black and their faces become completely skull-like. Where the sections of decay are, beautiful full bloom flowers of various colors and types grow and give off a gentle light. Elegant white designs slowly materialize all over the creature's bodies. The tips of the horns become a blaze with white light that acts as a gentle guiding light for spirits and lost travelers alight.
*I don't know, I was suddenly hit with a wave of inspiration to turn them into creature based on Día de Muertos*
Soon, they are joined by a herd of Drasill that also graze on the shadow grass. These undead horses have pale gray hair and skeletal faces. The have eight thin and bony, yet powerful legs tipped with hooves bathed in ghostly flames that don't burn the surrounding grass. Their manes and tails are also made of this ghostly flame, as will as the small flames where the eyes should be. Each Drasill has an aura of calm and comfort.
The stags look to their new friends and walk closer. Their new blooming flowers shake with each step of their powerful legs. Their skulls develop sharper features as they embrace them.
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
Traveling through the valley is a group of tieflings and Aasimar who decided to set up camp here.
She takes notice, keeping her distance. Her form is currently a massive fog of complete darkness and void with tiny motes of colored likes like stars that are the souls she has collected. The form moves like a fog.
These divine and infernal mortals seems to be splitting their work between 3 tasks. Setting up camp, planting seeds, and loading the bodies of the deceased into a cart made of interchanging wood planks with two stags missing their front legs, in their place a ghostly apparition of legs.
The stags intrigue her, they seem like the ones that crossed into her domain very recently.
*Incase you didn't see my post about that earlier*
*I did not*
One of the tieflings stand up, a purple skinned one with horns covered in webs. “That’s as much as we can load, people. How are we on seeds?” An Aasimar with dark skin stands up. “Planted as much as we’re allowed.” The Tiefling smiles. “Great. We’ll stay here tonight then head back to the swirling forests with the bodies.”
"Hm...I am a being that embraces my shadowy, undead nature in order to aid those that refuse to move on by allowing them to live peaceful unlives within my kingdom until they are ready for the journey to rebirth. Some souls have no after life to be called too, some are too damaged for the journey. Some are too overwhelmed by grief or unfulfilled purpose to move on just yet. I aim to aid them, heal their spirits, give them purpose until they can move on in some new, greater form...even if that form ends up being undead."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A herd of Stags are frolicking through other divinities domains, sign of decay on them, and different colored flames where their eyes should be.
A few of these stags would enter the Hallowed Meadows of Tenebrous, where they can graze on the shadowy grass and bioluminescent flowers. As they graze, their fur becomes a shadow black and their faces become completely skull-like. Where the sections of decay are, beautiful full bloom flowers of various colors and types grow and give off a gentle light. Elegant white designs slowly materialize all over the creature's bodies. The tips of the horns become a blaze with white light that acts as a gentle guiding light for spirits and lost travelers alight.
*I don't know, I was suddenly hit with a wave of inspiration to turn them into creature based on Día de Muertos*
Soon, they are joined by a herd of Drasill that also graze on the shadow grass. These undead horses have pale gray hair and skeletal faces. The have eight thin and bony, yet powerful legs tipped with hooves bathed in ghostly flames that don't burn the surrounding grass. Their manes and tails are also made of this ghostly flame, as will as the small flames where the eyes should be. Each Drasill has an aura of calm and comfort.
The stags look to their new friends and walk closer. Their new blooming flowers shake with each step of their powerful legs. Their skulls develop sharper features as they embrace them.
The Drasill wicker in greeting, their aura speaking words unspoken, a welcome to this land and an invitation remain as long as they need. Tenebrous welcomes all who seek peace and comfort.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is traveling through the Valley, collecting to poor traumatized souls of the Herionidians that perished, to fearful and restless to move on and without their god to guide and protect them. She feels their sorrow, their plight, and desires.
Traveling through the valley is a group of tieflings and Aasimar who decided to set up camp here.
She takes notice, keeping her distance. Her form is currently a massive fog of complete darkness and void with tiny motes of colored likes like stars that are the souls she has collected. The form moves like a fog.
These divine and infernal mortals seems to be splitting their work between 3 tasks. Setting up camp, planting seeds, and loading the bodies of the deceased into a cart made of interchanging wood planks with two stags missing their front legs, in their place a ghostly apparition of legs.
The stags intrigue her, they seem like the ones that crossed into her domain very recently.
*Incase you didn't see my post about that earlier*
*I did not*
One of the tieflings stand up, a purple skinned one with horns covered in webs. “That’s as much as we can load, people. How are we on seeds?” An Aasimar with dark skin stands up. “Planted as much as we’re allowed.” The Tiefling smiles. “Great. We’ll stay here tonight then head back to the swirling forests with the bodies.”
"Greeting strange ones"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
It makes no apparent attempt to leave
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*I did not*
One of the tieflings stand up, a purple skinned one with horns covered in webs. “That’s as much as we can load, people. How are we on seeds?” An Aasimar with dark skin stands up. “Planted as much as we’re allowed.” The Tiefling smiles. “Great. We’ll stay here tonight then head back to the swirling forests with the bodies.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Vines climb up from the trees and slowly make their way to the bird.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"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 slowly approaches her
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Greeting"
"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 flames burn twice as hot
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Its voice is familiar “One of shadows. That is you.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"It is, nice to see you again."
"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 vines are burnt and retreat into the forest, before climbing back out with the burnt sections replaced by ghostly apparitions.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“So you too are a scourge of the undead?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
For some reason, this fire does not care that the flames are spectral
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The stags look to their new friends and walk closer. Their new blooming flowers shake with each step of their powerful legs. Their skulls develop sharper features as they embrace them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*oh, no. I meant the parts of the vines that burned off are replaced by the ghostly apparitions.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*what? Wait no I meant it doesn’t care that the vines are spectral*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*oh, ok*
The vines slither their way up to the bird, and beyond.
*meaning the go higher then the bird*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Hm...I am a being that embraces my shadowy, undead nature in order to aid those that refuse to move on by allowing them to live peaceful unlives within my kingdom until they are ready for the journey to rebirth. Some souls have no after life to be called too, some are too damaged for the journey. Some are too overwhelmed by grief or unfulfilled purpose to move on just yet. I aim to aid them, heal their spirits, give them purpose until they can move on in some new, greater form...even if that form ends up being undead."
"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 Drasill wicker in greeting, their aura speaking words unspoken, a welcome to this land and an invitation remain as long as they need. Tenebrous welcomes all who seek peace and comfort.
"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
"Greeting strange ones"
"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