— 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
*I mean, if you wanted to you could bring Kila here. ‘Demon’ in the context of the thread of course just means something from the old world, so nothing much would really have to change. Unless you have another reason you don’t want to bring them here*
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
Zeon watch for a bit, before speaking. “This is really important to you…huh?”
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
“I see, we need to be cautious then….”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
She looks around the room for anything that catches her eye in particular, as she can’t help but admire the offering, wondering what this Great Will would have been like had she had the fortune to meet him while he lived.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
“I see, we need to be cautious then….”
It begins to draw another one of these monsters. Then another.
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
“I see, we need to be cautious then….”
It begins to draw another one of these monsters. Then another.
“Oh….um…. “ It watches until it finishes.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
She looks around the room for anything that catches her eye in particular, as she can’t help but admire the offering, wondering what this Great Will would have been like had she had the fortune to meet him while he lived.
At the center of a small tower of various steaming animal meats, cow, goat, elk, sheep, and many more, is a pitcher on the top of the platter, full of some sort of syrupy looking liquid. It smells amazing, as does everything else here. In addition, there are multiple baked sweets near the middle of the tables, flavored with sugars and honeys and sweet juices from fruits. These include cakes and pies, as well as biscuits and breads. They all have a few common ingredients: honey, and seeds. The centerpieces of every table, however, are the small red fruit of the tree. They smell the best.
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
“I see, we need to be cautious then….”
It begins to draw another one of these monsters. Then another.
“Oh….um…. “ It watches until it finishes.
It draws another, and another. Zeon doesn’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon.
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
She looks around the room for anything that catches her eye in particular, as she can’t help but admire the offering, wondering what this Great Will would have been like had she had the fortune to meet him while he lived.
At the center of a small tower of various steaming animal meats, cow, goat, elk, sheep, and many more, is a pitcher on the top of the platter, full of some sort of syrupy looking liquid. It smells amazing, as does everything else here. In addition, there are multiple baked sweets near the middle of the tables, flavored with sugars and honeys and sweet juices from fruits. These include cakes and pies, as well as biscuits and breads. They all have a few common ingredients: honey, and seeds. The centerpieces of every table, however, are the small red fruit of the tree. They smell the best.
She studies it for a moment, before deciding to leave it alon, no knowing what disturbing this offering could wrought. She would return to the main room, realizing their so only one passage left.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The next destination is far, far, far, far away but he can feel some sort of presence lying there at the cave. Something evil.
she sees many more pictures depicting the valley of Herionidus and his acts and creations. In fact, almost the entirety of the book is just pictures with little captions. There’s Herionidus growing the cliffs around the valley. There’s Herionidus walking around the world, carving the trenches that would become the river Herionidus. There’s his making of the first firefly, he takes the water’s reflection of starlight and turns it into a beautiful insect that flies around his valley. And there’s numerous pictures about his parties, each one bigger and better than the last. And then, there is suddenly a blank page with only one sentence written on it.
THE UNDYING KING’S BURIAL
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
The main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
She looks around the room for anything that catches her eye in particular, as she can’t help but admire the offering, wondering what this Great Will would have been like had she had the fortune to meet him while he lived.
At the center of a small tower of various steaming animal meats, cow, goat, elk, sheep, and many more, is a pitcher on the top of the platter, full of some sort of syrupy looking liquid. It smells amazing, as does everything else here. In addition, there are multiple baked sweets near the middle of the tables, flavored with sugars and honeys and sweet juices from fruits. These include cakes and pies, as well as biscuits and breads. They all have a few common ingredients: honey, and seeds. The centerpieces of every table, however, are the small red fruit of the tree. They smell the best.
She studies it for a moment, before deciding to leave it alon, no knowing what disturbing this offering could wrought. She would return to the main room, realizing their so only one passage left.
She sees the last passage is slightly illuminated, as if whatever lies there is glowing. Hard to make out details, the passageway is at least a hundred feet long, but it seems to hold some sort of shrine.
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*I wish Kila could be here 😔*
— 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
*I mean, if you wanted to you could bring Kila here. ‘Demon’ in the context of the thread of course just means something from the old world, so nothing much would really have to change. Unless you have another reason you don’t want to bring them here*
“Well that’s….ominous….” He mutters as he contemplates why they are heading to a place with such a presence.
”Well that’s ominous…” Volumdremaak whispers as she would look at some of the other books before heading back to the main room.
"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 main rat is scratching out something on a piece of random bark, which seems to be plans. Plans for some sort of structure or building, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
On the page directly after the blank one, she sees another painting, still in the stained glass window style, depicting Herionidusm eyes closed, inside of a cherry wood coffin, being buried by six shovel wielding, white robed Herionidians who look familiar… she notices a few roaches crawling around and out of the six stone coffins, fleeing for the exit of the cave. None of them, or any other creature, for that matter, dares to touch the coffin.
He would look at the coffins, attempting to use her dominion over undeath to try and gauge anything from them.
Zeon watch for a bit, before speaking. “This is really important to you…huh?”
"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
These are the resting places of vile undead. The Gravediggers that stalked the valley. The power the coffins are surrounded by are evil and corrupt and distinctly undead, as opposed to the cherry wood coffin, which is immensely divine, and also distinctly undead.
The lead rat looks to Zeon, nodding. It squeaks and climbs up onto Zeon’s shoulder.
“What would cause such vile undeath to arise from those most devout….what happened to you Old One….that your legacy would be tainted this way.” She wonders as she would go and poke her head I to the right most chamber.
"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
“Well, I’ve followed this far….and where you lead would be dangerous for you alone…so you have my aid…for as long as you need….”
"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
She sees numerous tables, plates full of food, jars of honey and wine, fruits from the tree above in bowls, meats laid out on platters and cooked to perfection, the aromas are enchanting. It’s a sort of dining hall, many long tables dished with entire feasts, the food fresh and perfect. It lingers with Abjuration magic, protecting it from age. It’s an offering.
Realizing that it needs to tell Zeon something else, it hops down to the ground and draws something else in the dirt: a simple head, with a mouth full of pointy teeth and with two horns sticking out of it’s head. Some kind of monster?
“I see, we need to be cautious then….”
"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
She looks around the room for anything that catches her eye in particular, as she can’t help but admire the offering, wondering what this Great Will would have been like had she had the fortune to meet him while he lived.
"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 begins to draw another one of these monsters. Then another.
“Oh….um…. “ It watches until it finishes.
"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
At the center of a small tower of various steaming animal meats, cow, goat, elk, sheep, and many more, is a pitcher on the top of the platter, full of some sort of syrupy looking liquid. It smells amazing, as does everything else here. In addition, there are multiple baked sweets near the middle of the tables, flavored with sugars and honeys and sweet juices from fruits. These include cakes and pies, as well as biscuits and breads. They all have a few common ingredients: honey, and seeds. The centerpieces of every table, however, are the small red fruit of the tree. They smell the best.
*in this world, the Culinary arts are basically the most developed art form and that’s entirely because of Herionidus*
It draws another, and another. Zeon doesn’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon.
She studies it for a moment, before deciding to leave it alon, no knowing what disturbing this offering could wrought. She would return to the main room, realizing their so only one passage left.
"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
She sees the last passage is slightly illuminated, as if whatever lies there is glowing. Hard to make out details, the passageway is at least a hundred feet long, but it seems to hold some sort of shrine.