“Alright uhh… I’ll get going now…” he starts walking away from the coast, and when he thinks he’s out of view (he isn’t) he starts full on sprinting for his life.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tried to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
The crow shrieks and backs away to a higher branch.
”f-food… live flesh…I-I do not know… didn’t know…” it caws.
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
“They shade their eyes. “It’s like a miniature sun down there!”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
“They shade their eyes. “It’s like a miniature sun down there!”
“if it is too bright, my mistress can meet you in the twilight Grove, where her realm overlaps with the Night Mother” The Drake says.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
“They shade their eyes. “It’s like a miniature sun down there!”
“if it is too bright, my mistress can meet you in the twilight Grove, where her realm overlaps with the Night Mother” The Drake says.
“If you would be so kind to make that happen, i would be grateful.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Savut is heading down the middle passage, stars in tow.
Balatro is back in the underworld, revising a whole bunch of stuff on one of his scrolls.
Numerous people from central villages and refugees from the Burning North have congregated in Fodd’s wood.
The UNKNOWABLE looks to the sky, a few lost souls congregating around It. The souls slowly descend into Its pool, passing beyond.
At the end of the passage, She sees a small shrine made of both stone, and the roots of the great tree. It’s a structure around 5 feet tall and 10 feet wide, slowly getting higher with five steps, but getting slimmer with each step as well. The first and lowest step contains bowls of fruits and foods. The second contains jars of honey. The third is filled with unlit candles, with a spot in the middle of them of an oil painting of Herionidus, smiling and decorated with skeletal facepaint. The fourth step is instead full of carvings showing Herionidus’ achievements and his creations in his life, beautifully crafted from stone and wood. The fifth and final is a bare stone slab, with two or three shriveled golden petals scattered around it.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
The crow shrieks and backs away to a higher branch.
”f-food… live flesh…I-I do not know… didn’t know…” it caws.
She glares for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming herself a bit before she raises her voice so all the crows can here.
"I suppose your understanding is still limited, so I will be lenient for now. However....and this goes for ALL of you....do not harm my children, or the children of my partner Mephilia. We have accepted you here and have even allowed for you to steal your trinkets from them, but harming them will not stand. If you do so again, I will be forced to take action and you will be banished from here. I enjoy your presence, but I can not nor will I allow you to hurt those I hold dear. Is that understood?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
“They shade their eyes. “It’s like a miniature sun down there!”
“if it is too bright, my mistress can meet you in the twilight Grove, where her realm overlaps with the Night Mother” The Drake says.
“If you would be so kind to make that happen, i would be grateful.”
The drake guides her to a beautiful grotto full of trees and a stream that is bathed in eternal dawn or dusk depending on the day, sunlight always peeking out from the horizon as the stars are dim and twinkling and the moon a gentle glowing crescent at all times. Little fireflies of various colors float around like fairy lights.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
The crow shrieks and backs away to a higher branch.
”f-food… live flesh…I-I do not know… didn’t know…” it caws.
She glares for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming herself a bit before she raises her voice so all the crows can here.
"I suppose your understanding is still limited, so I will be lenient for now. However....and this goes for ALL of you....do not harm my children, or the children of my partner Mephilia. We have accepted you here and have even allowed for you to steal your trinkets from them, but harming them will not stand. If you do so again, I will be forced to take action and you will be banished from here. I enjoy your presence, but I can not nor will I allow you to hurt those I hold dear. Is that understood?"
“N-o harm Children of Lizard-Eye-Cat.” One of them caws.
”No Eat Dragon followers…” an older one says.
”No kill The children of the dragon…” another says.
Savut is heading down the middle passage, stars in tow.
Balatro is back in the underworld, revising a whole bunch of stuff on one of his scrolls.
Numerous people from central villages and refugees from the Burning North have congregated in Fodd’s wood.
The UNKNOWABLE looks to the sky, a few lost souls congregating around It. The souls slowly descend into Its pool, passing beyond.
At the end of the passage, She sees a small shrine made of both stone, and the roots of the great tree. It’s a structure around 5 feet tall and 10 feet wide, slowly getting higher with five steps, but getting slimmer with each step as well. The first and lowest step contains bowls of fruits and foods. The second contains jars of honey. The third is filled with unlit candles, with a spot in the middle of them of an oil painting of Herionidus, smiling and decorated with skeletal facepaint. The fourth step is instead full of carvings showing Herionidus’ achievements and his creations in his life, beautifully crafted from stone and wood. The fifth and final is a bare stone slab, with two or three shriveled golden petals scattered around it.
“…” Savut does not step forward, simply looking upon the shrine.
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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.
Savut is heading down the middle passage, stars in tow.
Balatro is back in the underworld, revising a whole bunch of stuff on one of his scrolls.
Numerous people from central villages and refugees from the Burning North have congregated in Fodd’s wood.
The UNKNOWABLE looks to the sky, a few lost souls congregating around It. The souls slowly descend into Its pool, passing beyond.
At the end of the passage, She sees a small shrine made of both stone, and the roots of the great tree. It’s a structure around 5 feet tall and 10 feet wide, slowly getting higher with five steps, but getting slimmer with each step as well. The first and lowest step contains bowls of fruits and foods. The second contains jars of honey. The third is filled with unlit candles, with a spot in the middle of them of an oil painting of Herionidus, smiling and decorated with skeletal facepaint. The fourth step is instead full of carvings showing Herionidus’ achievements and his creations in his life, beautifully crafted from stone and wood. The fifth and final is a bare stone slab, with two or three shriveled golden petals scattered around it.
“…” Savut does not step forward, simply looking upon the shrine.
The Herionidians observe it for a moment too. Nothing else happens.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tries to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
She finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
The crow shrieks and backs away to a higher branch.
”f-food… live flesh…I-I do not know… didn’t know…” it caws.
She glares for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming herself a bit before she raises her voice so all the crows can here.
"I suppose your understanding is still limited, so I will be lenient for now. However....and this goes for ALL of you....do not harm my children, or the children of my partner Mephilia. We have accepted you here and have even allowed for you to steal your trinkets from them, but harming them will not stand. If you do so again, I will be forced to take action and you will be banished from here. I enjoy your presence, but I can not nor will I allow you to hurt those I hold dear. Is that understood?"
“N-o harm Children of Lizard-Eye-Cat.” One of them caws.
”No Eat Dragon followers…” an older one says.
”No kill The children of the dragon…” another says.
all the others squawk and caw similar things.
"Good, now...." She would place several animal carcasses down for them, making sure the injured one has some for themselves, as well as a few berries.
"I imagine you don't care for anything plant base, but these will help heal your injuries."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He sighs “I’ll just find him later.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Volumdremaak is searching for the crow who tried to kill one of her children.
Mephilia has set up a new workshop not to far from the Deathbloom’s current home so she can start creating creatures that can act as guardians for it.
Xezithic is in the center of Isle of Fundamentals, its power swelling chaotically as the lake and the volcanic island at it’s center begins to quake. Zeon feels a surge of power as it grows hotter and hotter, the rain that falls on its skin steaming off due to how hot it is.
Visk is simply wandering next to the river, lovely and festive music playing as he travels, flowers blooming and butterflies guttering around him.
"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 finds the one, injured severely and resting in its nest.
the deathbloom has brought more life and color to the area than there ever was before, and it’s presence could be seen in the magical golden wisps floating around the fields, sometimes taking the shapes of animals for a few seconds before dissipating.
Her many eyes narrow as she darts over to the wounded crow and looms down at it.
”So you were the one who harmed my children” she says, her voice a menacing hiss that echoes out as thousands of angry Draconic yes stare down at the crow
Mephilia watches this display and thinks to herself. Maybe the should bring some animals to populate this area for keep the flower company. Is it sentient enough to care? She has never seen an artifact like this before.
"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
Voidras arrives in Mephilla’s domain
Aria is creating terrible thunderstorms in her domain
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The crow Squawks and tries to flutter away, but it seems that it’s wing hurts too much to fly far.
the flower itself seems to be thriving, the area around it seems a bit darker than the rest of the fields, but it looks extremely healthy. It’s also producing a lot of nectar, which is a dark honey gold and smells irresistibly sweet.
“I have let you creatures into my home, I have ensured you had food and trinkets aplenty. Yet you would harm my own children in my own domain. How would you like it if I ate one of your!!” She says in anger, full mama bear mode.
Mephilia perks up, sense the newcomer in her realm. “Well, we will figure out more accommodations once I see to our other guest.”
"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 crow shrieks and backs away to a higher branch.
”f-food… live flesh…I-I do not know… didn’t know…” it caws.
Mephilia’s side of the kingdom is a beautiful and well fortified city next to a beautiful field of gold. The citizens are going about their lives, protected by guards in radiant armor and various construct construct creations of elegant and master craft design.
"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
“They shade their eyes. “It’s like a miniature sun down there!”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“if it is too bright, my mistress can meet you in the twilight Grove, where her realm overlaps with the Night Mother” The Drake says.
"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
“If you would be so kind to make that happen, i would be grateful.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Savut is heading down the middle passage, stars in tow.
Balatro is back in the underworld, revising a whole bunch of stuff on one of his scrolls.
Numerous people from central villages and refugees from the Burning North have congregated in Fodd’s wood.
The UNKNOWABLE looks to the sky, a few lost souls congregating around It. The souls slowly descend into Its pool, passing beyond.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
At the end of the passage, She sees a small shrine made of both stone, and the roots of the great tree. It’s a structure around 5 feet tall and 10 feet wide, slowly getting higher with five steps, but getting slimmer with each step as well. The first and lowest step contains bowls of fruits and foods. The second contains jars of honey. The third is filled with unlit candles, with a spot in the middle of them of an oil painting of Herionidus, smiling and decorated with skeletal facepaint. The fourth step is instead full of carvings showing Herionidus’ achievements and his creations in his life, beautifully crafted from stone and wood. The fifth and final is a bare stone slab, with two or three shriveled golden petals scattered around it.
She glares for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming herself a bit before she raises her voice so all the crows can here.
"I suppose your understanding is still limited, so I will be lenient for now. However....and this goes for ALL of you....do not harm my children, or the children of my partner Mephilia. We have accepted you here and have even allowed for you to steal your trinkets from them, but harming them will not stand. If you do so again, I will be forced to take action and you will be banished from here. I enjoy your presence, but I can not nor will I allow you to hurt those I hold dear. Is that understood?"
"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 drake guides her to a beautiful grotto full of trees and a stream that is bathed in eternal dawn or dusk depending on the day, sunlight always peeking out from the horizon as the stars are dim and twinkling and the moon a gentle glowing crescent at all times. Little fireflies of various colors float around like fairy lights.
"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
“N-o harm Children of Lizard-Eye-Cat.” One of them caws.
”No Eat Dragon followers…” an older one says.
”No kill The children of the dragon…” another says.
all the others squawk and caw similar things.
“…” Savut does not step forward, simply looking upon the shrine.
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 Herionidians observe it for a moment too. Nothing else happens.
"Good, now...." She would place several animal carcasses down for them, making sure the injured one has some for themselves, as well as a few berries.
"I imagine you don't care for anything plant base, but these will help heal your injuries."
"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