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.
"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."
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
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"
The webbed tiefling immediately jumps and looks in each direction in the source of the voice. The Aasimar however casts detect good and evil and looks to you. “Hello. We are simply passing by.”
"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."
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
"I see, that might impose a bit of conflict between us due to our domains. However, I am currently focused on seeing the fates of the vampires that stalk these lands and harm the innocent. I want no conflict with you."
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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"
The webbed tiefling immediately jumps and looks in each direction in the source of the voice. The Aasimar however casts detect good and evil and looks to you. “Hello. We are simply passing by.”
"You have no need to fear me, I am just passing through. Though I will warn, vampires stalk these lands, so stay cautious."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"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."
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
"I see, that might impose a bit of conflict between us due to our domains. However, I am currently focused on seeing the fates of the vampires that stalk these lands and harm the innocent. I want no conflict with you."
“Neither do I. Though if I find one of your…souls in the wild, I will have no other choice than to absorb it. Such is the nature of my existence.”
"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."
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
"I see, that might impose a bit of conflict between us due to our domains. However, I am currently focused on seeing the fates of the vampires that stalk these lands and harm the innocent. I want no conflict with you."
“Neither do I. Though if I find one of your…souls in the wild, I will have no other choice than to absorb it. Such is the nature of my existence.”
" I can respect that, just as I hope you respect that if you enter my realm and bring harm to any of my children...I will have to act as well. Otherwise, I hold no ill will to your mission as it is one I align with, even if our methods are different."
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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 separate route.
Crotalus pursues the devils on land now. He lassos and whirlwind, riding a flaming tornado bareback.
They keep running. One trips and falls behind, with none of the others bothering to help them.
Crotalus looms over the fallen fiend. A lasso whips out, binding the beast. "Howdy hell spawn. You wouldn't mind leading me to your king now, would 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.
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"
The webbed tiefling immediately jumps and looks in each direction in the source of the voice. The Aasimar however casts detect good and evil and looks to you. “Hello. We are simply passing by.”
"You have no need to fear me, I am just passing through. Though I will warn, vampires stalk these lands, so stay cautious."
“Thank you for your concern. We will be safe for the night. Have a good day, sir.”
"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."
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
"I see, that might impose a bit of conflict between us due to our domains. However, I am currently focused on seeing the fates of the vampires that stalk these lands and harm the innocent. I want no conflict with you."
“Neither do I. Though if I find one of your…souls in the wild, I will have no other choice than to absorb it. Such is the nature of my existence.”
" I can respect that, just as I hope you respect that if you enter my realm and bring harm to any of my children...I will have to act as well. Otherwise, I hold no ill will to your mission as it is one I align with, even if our methods are different."
“Your children are safe. At least for the time being.”
The stags bow their heads and continue grazing.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“The undead should not be. It is my job to send them to the beyond. Wether or no they comply is their choice.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The webbed tiefling immediately jumps and looks in each direction in the source of the voice. The Aasimar however casts detect good and evil and looks to you. “Hello. We are simply passing by.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It simply watches
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"I see, that might impose a bit of conflict between us due to our domains. However, I am currently focused on seeing the fates of the vampires that stalk these lands and harm the innocent. I want no conflict with you."
"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 have no need to fear me, I am just passing through. Though I will warn, vampires stalk these lands, so stay cautious."
"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
“Neither do I. Though if I find one of your…souls in the wild, I will have no other choice than to absorb it. Such is the nature of my existence.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
" I can respect that, just as I hope you respect that if you enter my realm and bring harm to any of my children...I will have to act as well. Otherwise, I hold no ill will to your mission as it is one I align with, even if our methods are different."
"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 looms over the fallen fiend. A lasso whips out, binding the beast. "Howdy hell spawn. You wouldn't mind leading me to your king now, would you?"
“Thank you for your concern. We will be safe for the night. Have a good day, sir.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Your children are safe. At least for the time being.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The vines then curl and lower over the bird, creating a sort of net.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Volumdremaak would continue towards the Valley's center.
"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 flies up and turns in a sharp circle, it’s bladed feathers cutting away at the net
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Thank you" She says before moving her way towards the Valley's center.
"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 retract into the forest. Even if the floating stone has no eyes, you can sense it watching you.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It stares back. It’s sharp eyes piercing through its very soul. If it even has one
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*they technically has two*
The twin flames stone floats even higher to eye level. The bird suddenly hears two voices in its head.
“If our stags” “Wish passage” “Through your domain” “You will not” “Harm them”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“The land is not mine. It belongs to my creator. The stags entered the land. That happens to all that do.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Then make sure” “they don’t” “We can not” “Leave our realm” “Protect our creatures” “Or we will” “Fight till our” “last ember”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!