*resisting the urge to make a human who tries to lead an effort to reclaim the fate of humanity from the Wills, akin to the leonin of Theros*
*DEW IT*
*it’ll give me more opportunities to cause chaos with the Crown of Slaughter*
*aight give me a moment, should I put them in the city of order?*
*possibly. Or maybe from one of the villages in the north being burned by Foréir, who’s spiteful that nobody is helping them or something and decides to take stuff into their own hands?*
*resisting the urge to make a human who tries to lead an effort to reclaim the fate of humanity from the Wills, akin to the leonin of Theros*
*DEW IT*
*it’ll give me more opportunities to cause chaos with the Crown of Slaughter*
*aight give me a moment, should I put them in the city of order?*
*possibly. Or maybe from one of the villages in the north being burned by Foréir, who’s spiteful that nobody is helping them or something and decides to take stuff into their own hands?*
*i like it*
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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.
*resisting the urge to make a human who tries to lead an effort to reclaim the fate of humanity from the Wills, akin to the leonin of Theros*
*DEW IT*
*it’ll give me more opportunities to cause chaos with the Crown of Slaughter*
*aight give me a moment, should I put them in the city of order?*
*possibly. Or maybe from one of the villages in the north being burned by Foréir, who’s spiteful that nobody is helping them or something and decides to take stuff into their own hands?*
*i like it*
*Technically, foréir isn’t doing the burning. That’s the fire giant. Can’t grow food or keep animals if everything in a 50 mile radius is on fire*
A man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
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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 man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
A man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
He looks up. “What now…?”
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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 man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
He looks up. “What now…?”
One of them lands on the ground next to him, Squawking.
A man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
He looks up. “What now…?”
One of them lands on the ground next to him, Squawking.
”Food?” It coos.
“I’m not food. And don’t try anything.” He snaps. “I’m just trying to make it out of here.”
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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 man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
He looks up. “What now…?”
One of them lands on the ground next to him, Squawking.
”Food?” It coos.
“I’m not food. And don’t try anything.” He snaps. “I’m just trying to make it out of here.”
"the specifications of a gear."
"nothing that you must do."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*resisting the urge to make a human who tries to lead an effort to reclaim the fate of humanity from the Wills, akin to the leonin of Theros*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“…why? Is it all that important?”
”so then why did you give us All this?”
*DEW IT*
*it’ll give me more opportunities to cause chaos with the Crown of Slaughter*
*if that happens, foréir is breaking even more of this worlds nonexistent rules of war*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*aight give me a moment, should I put them in the city of order?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*possibly. Or maybe from one of the villages in the north being burned by Foréir, who’s spiteful that nobody is helping them or something and decides to take stuff into their own hands?*
*i like it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"thats the thing. we're using a four-gear setup when we could use a three-gear one."
"because im kind and want you to like me."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Well, what are ya using it for?”
“I see…” says one of them. “Who are you, anyways?” Says another.
*Technically, foréir isn’t doing the burning. That’s the fire giant. Can’t grow food or keep animals if everything in a 50 mile radius is on fire*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
A man with fury etched on his face makes his way through the mountains. He is clad in slightly soot-covered studded leather over simple garments, and has russet skin, black hair, and striking pale green eyes. He holds a dented mace at his side and a heavy pack is on his back. He finally halts, taking out a battered map and examining it. He puts it back, and begins to make his way toward the City of Order. He has a message to deliver to the fools in their ivory towers who ignore the fact that his world is burning down right now.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Flying above him are four wolf sized crows, with three eyes and greenish feathers. They seem curiously interested in him, flying around and circling him. They’ve been following for a few hours now, but he only really noticed them now.
He looks up. “What now…?”
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 giant clockwork insect"
"i am the storm lord"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
One of them lands on the ground next to him, Squawking.
”Food?” It coos.
“Well, which one would be more efficient?”
”ominous name. Are you a greater will?”
“I’m not food. And don’t try anything.” He snaps. “I’m just trying to make it out of here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Travel? City?”
"the three-gear"
"yes"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye