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.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
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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.
“…” Savut does not step forward, simply looking upon the shrine.
The Herionidians observe it for a moment too. Nothing else happens.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
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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.
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."
The injured crow, curious, scarfs down the few berries.
the others fly over to the carcasses, quickly tearing them apart as they usually do.
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.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
Soon she will hear the sound of wingbeats as a figure approaches, landing gracefully not too far from where they land. The towering figure is a dragon sculpted from Platinum that almost makes it look like she is armored. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and she sports a head of white feather like frills. Surrounding her is a platoon of magical floating swords that lazily glide around her, each sort as unique as the next.
"So, you were the one who's presence I felt calling?" She says, her voice confident but polite.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
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."
The injured crow, curious, scarfs down the few berries.
the others fly over to the carcasses, quickly tearing them apart as they usually do.
The good berries help to heal up much of the injuries, though it will still need a bit of time to heal.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
Savut slowly exits the chamber, turning back a bit to look upon the shrine. But she finally enters the last tunnel, her yuan-ti following with weapons bristling.
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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.
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."
The injured crow, curious, scarfs down the few berries.
the others fly over to the carcasses, quickly tearing them apart as they usually do.
The good berries help to heal up much of the injuries, though it will still need a bit of time to heal.
The crow flutters down to join the rest of the murder and starts to feast on the carcasses as well.
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.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
Soon she will hear the sound of wingbeats as a figure approaches, landing gracefully not too far from where they land. The towering figure is a dragon sculpted from Platinum that almost makes it look like she is armored. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and she sports a head of white feather like frills. Surrounding her is a platoon of magical floating swords that lazily glide around her, each sort as unique as the next.
"So, you were the one who's presence I felt calling?" She says, her voice confident but polite.
“You must be Mephilla. I can certainly say, your messenger was much kinder than Faltros’. But to answer your question, yes.”
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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
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."
The injured crow, curious, scarfs down the few berries.
the others fly over to the carcasses, quickly tearing them apart as they usually do.
The good berries help to heal up much of the injuries, though it will still need a bit of time to heal.
The crow flutters down to join the rest of the murder and starts to feast on the carcasses as well.
She watches, hoping there will be no more incidences. Maybe if she can get the crows more comfortable with her followers that will help things go smoothly.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
Soon she will hear the sound of wingbeats as a figure approaches, landing gracefully not too far from where they land. The towering figure is a dragon sculpted from Platinum that almost makes it look like she is armored. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and she sports a head of white feather like frills. Surrounding her is a platoon of magical floating swords that lazily glide around her, each sort as unique as the next.
"So, you were the one who's presence I felt calling?" She says, her voice confident but polite.
“You must be Mephilla. I can certainly say, your messenger was much kinder than Faltros’. But to answer your question, yes.”
"Truth be told I'm not too familiar with this Faltros, so I can't really judge one way or the other. Though I'm pleased to here my messengers has been respectful to you. Now, onto the matter of your purpose in trying to call me?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
Savut slowly exits the chamber, turning back a bit to look upon the shrine. But she finally enters the last tunnel, her yuan-ti following with weapons bristling.
The Herionidians follow behind them.
in the last chamber is a giant banquet hall of earth and stone. Dozens of wooden tables lined with platters and bowls and jars and bottles, meats and fruits and herbs and honey and wine, with the centerpieces of each table being a small pink-red fruit. It all smells amazing, irresistible.
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.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
Savut slowly exits the chamber, turning back a bit to look upon the shrine. But she finally enters the last tunnel, her yuan-ti following with weapons bristling.
The Herionidians follow behind them.
in the last chamber is a giant banquet hall of earth and stone. Dozens of wooden tables lined with platters and bowls and jars and bottles, meats and fruits and herbs and honey and wine, with the centerpieces of each table being a small pink-red fruit. It all smells amazing, irresistible.
and no sign of the gravediggers.
“…then where are they? Were they in one of the tunnels we hadn’t yet explored and left while we were down another?”
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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.
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.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
Soon she will hear the sound of wingbeats as a figure approaches, landing gracefully not too far from where they land. The towering figure is a dragon sculpted from Platinum that almost makes it look like she is armored. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and she sports a head of white feather like frills. Surrounding her is a platoon of magical floating swords that lazily glide around her, each sort as unique as the next.
"So, you were the one who's presence I felt calling?" She says, her voice confident but polite.
“You must be Mephilla. I can certainly say, your messenger was much kinder than Faltros’. But to answer your question, yes.”
"Truth be told I'm not too familiar with this Faltros, so I can't really judge one way or the other. Though I'm pleased to here my messengers has been respectful to you. Now, onto the matter of your purpose in trying to call me?"
“In the past, the three dragon gods were very close. With my birth into this world, i wanted to extend an olive branch and maybe rekindle that friendship.”
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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
"Truth be told I'm not too familiar with this Faltros, so I can't really judge one way or the other. Though I'm pleased to here my messengers has been respectful to you. Now, onto the matter of your purpose in trying to call me?"
“In the past, the three dragon gods were very close. With my birth into this world, i wanted to extend an olive branch and maybe rekindle that friendship.”
"Dragon gods? You mean from before this world's existence I presume?"
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.
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
Savut slowly exits the chamber, turning back a bit to look upon the shrine. But she finally enters the last tunnel, her yuan-ti following with weapons bristling.
The Herionidians follow behind them.
in the last chamber is a giant banquet hall of earth and stone. Dozens of wooden tables lined with platters and bowls and jars and bottles, meats and fruits and herbs and honey and wine, with the centerpieces of each table being a small pink-red fruit. It all smells amazing, irresistible.
and no sign of the gravediggers.
“…then where are they? Were they in one of the tunnels we hadn’t yet explored and left while we were down another?”
“Maybe… the escaped without us knowing while we were distracted?”
After a bit, Volumdremaak would speak to her champion to begin the process of getting the crows accustom to the Night Walkers and Bright-Scale followers. Then she would return to the Deathbloom, enjoying the company of this artifact for the evening as her power grows. She is contemplating the next stage of her ascension to greater power. She wishes to give peace and comfort to the living and undead (Peace domain), she wishes to help usher those seeking solace in death to their deserved afterlife (Grave domain), and she wishes to facilitate the cycle of rebirth so that souls taken too early or souls unfulfilled with their first life can be reborn to live anew life, starting a cycle of potential reincarnation (Life domain). However, she has begun to notice that there is a there may be a hinderance to achieving her full purpose (the limitations of the # of overdeities). She wonders how she can fulfill her purpose with this limitation, she is determined to figure out how to make it work, she just needs to figure out how. *Also if she can she will attune to the artifact tonight*
Mephilia is conversing with Voidras. While talking, her mind drifts off to the things she has learned these past days, and the many things she still doesn't fully understand about this world. She is determined to protect her people, and those of her partner and any others that seek aid from their kingdom. But how should she go about it. Should she seek to strengthen her defenses, increase her following, or should she begin to prepare to go on the offensive. She doesn't know, but whatever she chooses, she will not falter. *she will either be going Order or War domain*
Visk continues to travel, coming across some of the Herionidians in their camps. His music is inviting and lively as the flowers bloom and butterflies flutter around him.
Xezithic's power swells to it's crescendo as his whole domain shakes violently, before the volcanic isle and its large lake is suddenly ripped out from the ground even as it grows in size and volatile power. The island begins to fly up high into the sky, before settling several thousands of feet in the air. Storm clouds thunder and unleash rain and lightning down upon the island as howling winds cyclone around it. Magma and water floats down the sides of it, before gravity seems to stop working and they start to form swirling rivers of water and lave around the entire floating island like chaotic rings. Occasionally these rings collide, forming chucks of cooling rock that form mini islands that orbit the main one. As Xezithic begins to calm, his many alien eyes begin to glow like hot coals.
Zeon suddenly doubles over in pain, feeling a deep urge to get away from the tree immediately despite the promise to not leave. It would jump down and dart away, ignoring the cries from the guards until it is a few hundred feet from it, falling to its knees. Its storm aura becomes violent as lightning starts to strike the ground around it, causing fires to form and start to spread around him. Then, a massive lightning strike stronger then any has seen strikes down upon the emperor, setting it ablaze in a raging pillar of flames. Any who can bare to look into the inferno can see an arm juts out from Zeon's back, starting to absorb the fire around it, before it grabs onto the back of Zeon's shoulder and starts to pull out a head, other arm, and torso, absorbing more fire. Soon, another figure has entirely crawled out of Zeon's back as the fire rushes in to cover this new being as Zeon's is on it's hands and knees, eyes seem to be glitching a bit with electricity. As the fire dies down, another child-like figure not too dissimilar to Zeon stands tall made of obsidian, lava, and fire with burning red coal-like eyes, large and thick demonic horns, and wearing a fiery mantle. As Zeon's eyes go back to normal and it stands up, it looks over it's shoulders as the fire figure slowly turns his head towards Zeon, mouth opening into a jagged maw of obsidian teeth as sharp as a sharks and smiles wildly.
“Finally, i can see properly!” They say, with a sarcastic grin
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
“…I suppose this must mean the Gravediggers are waiting for us in the last passage. Are you all ready?”
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 injured crow, curious, scarfs down the few berries.
the others fly over to the carcasses, quickly tearing them apart as they usually do.
Soon she will hear the sound of wingbeats as a figure approaches, landing gracefully not too far from where they land. The towering figure is a dragon sculpted from Platinum that almost makes it look like she is armored. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and she sports a head of white feather like frills. Surrounding her is a platoon of magical floating swords that lazily glide around her, each sort as unique as the next.
"So, you were the one who's presence I felt calling?" She says, her voice confident but polite.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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They all mutter amongst themselves for a bit, but eventually they all say they’re ready. They all look terrified. Well, more terrified.
The good berries help to heal up much of the injuries, though it will still need a bit of time to heal.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Savut slowly exits the chamber, turning back a bit to look upon the shrine. But she finally enters the last tunnel, her yuan-ti following with weapons bristling.
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 crow flutters down to join the rest of the murder and starts to feast on the carcasses as well.
“You must be Mephilla. I can certainly say, your messenger was much kinder than Faltros’. But to answer your question, yes.”
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Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
She watches, hoping there will be no more incidences. Maybe if she can get the crows more comfortable with her followers that will help things go smoothly.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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"Truth be told I'm not too familiar with this Faltros, so I can't really judge one way or the other. Though I'm pleased to here my messengers has been respectful to you. Now, onto the matter of your purpose in trying to call me?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The Herionidians follow behind them.
in the last chamber is a giant banquet hall of earth and stone. Dozens of wooden tables lined with platters and bowls and jars and bottles, meats and fruits and herbs and honey and wine, with the centerpieces of each table being a small pink-red fruit. It all smells amazing, irresistible.
and no sign of the gravediggers.
“…then where are they? Were they in one of the tunnels we hadn’t yet explored and left while we were down another?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“In the past, the three dragon gods were very close. With my birth into this world, i wanted to extend an olive branch and maybe rekindle that friendship.”
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
*aaaaand gtg*
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
"Dragon gods? You mean from before this world's existence I presume?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*Goodnight/Bye!*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“Maybe… the escaped without us knowing while we were distracted?”
After a bit, Volumdremaak would speak to her champion to begin the process of getting the crows accustom to the Night Walkers and Bright-Scale followers. Then she would return to the Deathbloom, enjoying the company of this artifact for the evening as her power grows. She is contemplating the next stage of her ascension to greater power. She wishes to give peace and comfort to the living and undead (Peace domain), she wishes to help usher those seeking solace in death to their deserved afterlife (Grave domain), and she wishes to facilitate the cycle of rebirth so that souls taken too early or souls unfulfilled with their first life can be reborn to live anew life, starting a cycle of potential reincarnation (Life domain). However, she has begun to notice that there is a there may be a hinderance to achieving her full purpose (the limitations of the # of overdeities). She wonders how she can fulfill her purpose with this limitation, she is determined to figure out how to make it work, she just needs to figure out how. *Also if she can she will attune to the artifact tonight*
Mephilia is conversing with Voidras. While talking, her mind drifts off to the things she has learned these past days, and the many things she still doesn't fully understand about this world. She is determined to protect her people, and those of her partner and any others that seek aid from their kingdom. But how should she go about it. Should she seek to strengthen her defenses, increase her following, or should she begin to prepare to go on the offensive. She doesn't know, but whatever she chooses, she will not falter. *she will either be going Order or War domain*
Visk continues to travel, coming across some of the Herionidians in their camps. His music is inviting and lively as the flowers bloom and butterflies flutter around him.
Xezithic's power swells to it's crescendo as his whole domain shakes violently, before the volcanic isle and its large lake is suddenly ripped out from the ground even as it grows in size and volatile power. The island begins to fly up high into the sky, before settling several thousands of feet in the air. Storm clouds thunder and unleash rain and lightning down upon the island as howling winds cyclone around it. Magma and water floats down the sides of it, before gravity seems to stop working and they start to form swirling rivers of water and lave around the entire floating island like chaotic rings. Occasionally these rings collide, forming chucks of cooling rock that form mini islands that orbit the main one. As Xezithic begins to calm, his many alien eyes begin to glow like hot coals.
Zeon suddenly doubles over in pain, feeling a deep urge to get away from the tree immediately despite the promise to not leave. It would jump down and dart away, ignoring the cries from the guards until it is a few hundred feet from it, falling to its knees. Its storm aura becomes violent as lightning starts to strike the ground around it, causing fires to form and start to spread around him. Then, a massive lightning strike stronger then any has seen strikes down upon the emperor, setting it ablaze in a raging pillar of flames. Any who can bare to look into the inferno can see an arm juts out from Zeon's back, starting to absorb the fire around it, before it grabs onto the back of Zeon's shoulder and starts to pull out a head, other arm, and torso, absorbing more fire. Soon, another figure has entirely crawled out of Zeon's back as the fire rushes in to cover this new being as Zeon's is on it's hands and knees, eyes seem to be glitching a bit with electricity. As the fire dies down, another child-like figure not too dissimilar to Zeon stands tall made of obsidian, lava, and fire with burning red coal-like eyes, large and thick demonic horns, and wearing a fiery mantle. As Zeon's eyes go back to normal and it stands up, it looks over it's shoulders as the fire figure slowly turns his head towards Zeon, mouth opening into a jagged maw of obsidian teeth as sharp as a sharks and smiles wildly.
"hello.....friend....."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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