*Hello. Just introduced my fourth Greater Will and I’ve started to comb through this thread to compile a google doc for my fifth and finally Will (unless one dies or is retired but I don’t see the later happening any time soon as I have plans for all of them)*
*i thought we could only have three but i may be stupid*
*Baalz never edited it but once we got our first Overgod, somewhere in like page 130 or something, he increased it to 5*
*OH MY GOD YES, THE DOOR HAS OPENED, IT’S TIME FOR FIASTER AND THE UNKNOWABLE*
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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.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*Hello. Just introduced my fourth Greater Will and I’ve started to comb through this thread to compile a google doc for my fifth and finally Will (unless one dies or is retired but I don’t see the later happening any time soon as I have plans for all of them)*
*i thought we could only have three but i may be stupid*
*Baalz never edited it but once we got our first Overgod, somewhere in like page 130 or something, he increased it to 5*
*OH MY GOD YES, THE DOOR HAS OPENED, IT’S TIME FOR FIASTER AND THE UNKNOWABLE*
*Hello. Just introduced my fourth Greater Will and I’ve started to comb through this thread to compile a google doc for my fifth and finally Will (unless one dies or is retired but I don’t see the later happening any time soon as I have plans for all of them)*
*i thought we could only have three but i may be stupid*
*Baalz never edited it but once we got our first Overgod, somewhere in like page 130 or something, he increased it to 5*
*OH MY GOD YES, THE DOOR HAS OPENED, IT’S TIME FOR FIASTER AND THE UNKNOWABLE*
*oh god this is gonna be fun*
*well it more or less just boils down to a second bird god and a personified afterlife*
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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.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Despite the long years of divine terraforming of the ruined Smörgåsworld, there’s still a massive chunk of land that is unsettled, cracked wasteland. Yet in this wasteland, at the navel of the world, a great ring of unidentified trees stand, swaying in the dry wind. A pit, a hundred meters in diameter, sits in the middle of this ring. Something like water, a crackling fluid of shades of red, blue, violet, black, and grey pours and rises from it. And from the middle of this unstable pool rises a great hunched figure, seeming to be clad in a hooded robe with a single bright, roiling point for an eye. It is the embodiment of that which is beyond the soul of god or mortal. And It has punched a hole through reality, allowing spirits to pass beyond anything material.
It is the UNKNOWABLE.
Great One, Death domain.
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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.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
“Probably should have thought this through…” he mutters.
he backs away a few feet from them and nervously waves to them.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
“Probably should have thought this through…” he mutters.
he backs away a few feet from them and nervously waves to them.
”H-hello… what are you?”
“What am I?” It muses “Better question, why am I? Why am I?” It muses once more “To posses. To plunder and kill. Would you like to join me? You seem like a fine fellow.”
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
“Probably should have thought this through…” he mutters.
he backs away a few feet from them and nervously waves to them.
”H-hello… what are you?”
“What am I?” It muses “Better question, why am I? Why am I?” It muses once more “To posses. To plunder and kill. Would you like to join me? You seem like a fine fellow.”
“Oh, heh, i’d rather not. I’m a pacifist, follower of Herionidus and all that.”
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
“Probably should have thought this through…” he mutters.
he backs away a few feet from them and nervously waves to them.
”H-hello… what are you?”
“What am I?” It muses “Better question, why am I? Why am I?” It muses once more “To posses. To plunder and kill. Would you like to join me? You seem like a fine fellow.”
“Oh, heh, i’d rather not. I’m a pacifist, follower of Herionidus and all that.”
“Hm. Are you sure? You don’t have to do any killing. Just rally some mortals to my cause. I’ll even teach you a bit of magic.”
*OH MY GOD YES, THE DOOR HAS OPENED, IT’S TIME FOR FIASTER AND THE UNKNOWABLE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A sword lies on a beach as a young man, maybe 20 or so, picks it up. This was the greatest mistake he could have made. The moment his finger tips touch the hilt of the blade, a dark chain wrapped around his arm. Now possessed by the blade. That blade was Calibur. The old one of arcana and treachery
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*oh god this is gonna be fun*
*well it more or less just boils down to a second bird god and a personified afterlife*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*it seems the crown of Slaughter may have a competitor for being a super powerful possessive artifact*
A Herionidian watches him from farther from the shore, writing down what he’s seeing in a journal.
”this’ll make an even better chapter in my memoir…”
He sees it flex it’s muscles, as if it’s unused to have a body
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*no time like the present, i suppose*
Despite the long years of divine terraforming of the ruined Smörgåsworld, there’s still a massive chunk of land that is unsettled, cracked wasteland. Yet in this wasteland, at the navel of the world, a great ring of unidentified trees stand, swaying in the dry wind. A pit, a hundred meters in diameter, sits in the middle of this ring. Something like water, a crackling fluid of shades of red, blue, violet, black, and grey pours and rises from it. And from the middle of this unstable pool rises a great hunched figure, seeming to be clad in a hooded robe with a single bright, roiling point for an eye. It is the embodiment of that which is beyond the soul of god or mortal. And It has punched a hole through reality, allowing spirits to pass beyond anything material.
It is the UNKNOWABLE.
Great One, Death domain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Newly manifested in this world? Has possessed bodies before? he writes down in his book, hoping to answer the question later. He sits up from his crouched position to better observe them.
The sword changes shape. From a short sword to a long sword. Then a dagger. Then an axe. Then finally a cutlass
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He writes these down and begins to sketch out the various weapons it shifted into, intrigued. He starts chuckling to himself in excitement.
*Hey Arch, would it be alright if my final Will starts at level 2 when I’m ready to introduce her? It’s alright if not*
"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
*yeah sure!*
*Awesome. Will still be a bit, I’m only on page 5 of 400 of this thread.*
"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
Finally, it notices him and turns around. The man’s eyes are solid, pitch black. He slowly walks over, though somewhat unsteady
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Probably should have thought this through…” he mutters.
he backs away a few feet from them and nervously waves to them.
”H-hello… what are you?”
*that’s gonna take one hell of a while to complete*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“What am I?” It muses “Better question, why am I? Why am I?” It muses once more “To posses. To plunder and kill. Would you like to join me? You seem like a fine fellow.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Oh, heh, i’d rather not. I’m a pacifist, follower of Herionidus and all that.”
“Hm. Are you sure? You don’t have to do any killing. Just rally some mortals to my cause. I’ll even teach you a bit of magic.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Yep but its really fun. I already have eight Wills documented in just those 5 pages, and none of them are any of the big active players right now*
"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