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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
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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.”
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
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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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
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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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
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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.
tempor is arguing with tempor. meanwhile, tempor is trying to butt in.
okhmus is sleeping.
the storm lord is looking for followers.
A Herionidian traveler with a scroll and a quill pen is observing them from behind a rock, writing down what he sees and hears.
The Storm lord sees a traveling group of Herionidians, following a branch of the river Herionidus, which leads close to the ocean.
they do not see him. "3/4!" "4/5!" "um..."
"hello, children."
He records their conversations, trying his best to stay hidden. He’s chuckling to himself.
the Herionidians look around, confused.
”Who said that?”
"3/4 triangular!" "4/5 hemispherical!" "us and us?"
"look up"
He looks up out of his rock to better see them, confused about what they’re talking about.
they look up to see the stormlord.
”The clouds?” One of them says.
"idiot" "dumb" "you do realise youre insulting ourselves"
the third tempor sees him "hello"
"i am the cloud."
“Oh-uhh… hi?” He says nervously.
“What do you want?!” The leader yells up to them.
"hello"
"what do you want?"
“Who are you… and why are you arguing with clones of yourself?”
”food? We’re running low on food and the next berry grove is a three day trip north.”
"theyre arguing with each other. im trying to get them to agree."
"it is done." a strong wind blows scores of fish into a pile near them.
“What are they arguing about?”
”alright….” One of them says. “You doing that out of the kindness of your own heart or is there a catch?” Some of them begin to collect some fish.
"the specifications of a gear."
"nothing that you must do."
“…why? Is it all that important?”
”so then why did you give us All this?”
"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."
“Well, what are ya using it for?”
“I see…” says one of them. “Who are you, anyways?” Says another.
"a giant clockwork insect"
"i am the storm lord"
“Well, which one would be more efficient?”
”ominous name. Are you a greater will?”
"the three-gear"
"yes"
“Then why are they arguing? There’s a clear answer.”
”alright… where do you reside? Or well, you’re a cloud… that’s sort of a dumb question. Are you the entire cloud or just like, a tiny part of it?”
"they've been seperate for too long. theyve developed distinct personalities."
"the whole thing"
“Well, why does one think the four gear would work better?”
”wow. Well, thank you for the fish. Could you point us towards the nearest Village? We’re sort of traveling merchants, and we have quite a few goods to sell.”
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
“So, going to City? Cogintius’ city? MEANIE’s city?”
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
“So, going to City? Cogintius’ city? MEANIE’s city?”
“Yes. I want to show the gods that the utopias they build aren’t enough to help humanity, if they only look out for their worshippers.” He clambers down the rock face carefully.
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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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
“So, going to City? Cogintius’ city? MEANIE’s city?”
“Yes. I want to show the gods that the utopias they build aren’t enough to help humanity, if they only look out for their worshippers.” He clambers down the rock face carefully.
“Yes, Meanie careless! Lazy! Show you way?” It follows him, hopping from rock to rock.
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.”
“Travel? City?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Know lots of things!”
“Like what?”
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
“So, going to City? Cogintius’ city? MEANIE’s city?”
“Yes. I want to show the gods that the utopias they build aren’t enough to help humanity, if they only look out for their worshippers.” He clambers down the rock face carefully.
“Yes, Meanie careless! Lazy! Show you way?” It follows him, hopping from rock to rock.
“Sure. Lead the way.”
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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.
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*Jobah, you got to take your turn on the jojo's thread.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“…yes. How did you know?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then why are they arguing? There’s a clear answer.”
”alright… where do you reside? Or well, you’re a cloud… that’s sort of a dumb question. Are you the entire cloud or just like, a tiny part of it?”
*oh sorry*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Know lots of things!”
*Nah bro you're good.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Visk is making his way towards the City of Order as well, several Herionidians riding on his back.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Like what?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Giant not food, children of dragon not food, corpse is food, Cogintius is ruler, Cogintius is mean!”
*OMG I'm Dying. XD*
"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've been seperate for too long. theyve developed distinct personalities."
"the whole thing"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Well, that’s not the worst way to think. Yes, Coginitius is mean.” The man begins to work on climbing down the mountain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You no like Cogintius?” It caws.
”Cogintius is Lazy! Evil, Meanie, Hate, Hate, Hate, HATE!” It squawks. It really doesn’t like Cogintius.
He grins. “Huh. We could be excellent friends. I wholeheartedly agree.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Visk would take a break to grab some water from the river.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Well, why does one think the four gear would work better?”
”wow. Well, thank you for the fish. Could you point us towards the nearest Village? We’re sort of traveling merchants, and we have quite a few goods to sell.”
“So, going to City? Cogintius’ city? MEANIE’s city?”
“Yes. I want to show the gods that the utopias they build aren’t enough to help humanity, if they only look out for their worshippers.” He clambers down the rock face carefully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yes, Meanie careless! Lazy! Show you way?” It follows him, hopping from rock to rock.
“Sure. Lead the way.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.