Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
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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.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
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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.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
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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.
Faltros is in his throne room, facing Happy Chaos.
*More like preparing to annihilate while Happy Chaos shows a display of suicidal madness.*
*Balatro has to intrude before Faltros does something.*
Balatro enters the throne room. “Hey guys, what’s goin’ on?”
Falters is pointing his flaming sword talking about how foolish Happy Chaos is while Happy Chaps cackles madly, grinning mouths all across his body as he aims his revolver back at Faltros. He turns to Balatro “Conversation didn’t go well.”
Faltros is in his throne room, facing Happy Chaos.
*More like preparing to annihilate while Happy Chaos shows a display of suicidal madness.*
*Balatro has to intrude before Faltros does something.*
Balatro enters the throne room. “Hey guys, what’s goin’ on?”
Falters is pointing his flaming sword talking about how foolish Happy Chaos is while Happy Chaps cackles madly, grinning mouths all across his body as he aims his revolver back at Faltros. He turns to Balatro “Conversation didn’t go well.”
“I figured. This is quite the dilemma.” Balatro looks to Faltros. “Anything to add?”
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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.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
*i am always curious*
“Odd. I do hope they’re not all hiding in one coffin. That would be rather absurd.” Savut moves to the next coffin.
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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.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
The white ravens begin to scratch and tear the cushions and flowers inside the open coffin, and pecking at the jars
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Cool, so Chaos domain it is. And Himy get back to finishing that thread.*
*i now dislike both of you.*
*Dw, the feeling has been mutual for a while*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
*i am always curious*
“Odd. I do hope they’re not all hiding in one coffin. That would be rather absurd.” Savut moves to the next coffin.
*the First two read Almund Serce and Alton Kość, and the middle one’s name is Margaret Cromwell, then Abigail Starchild and Alexander Pencroft.*
*also lol*
the second one has exactly the same stuff, but the arrangements of flowers are different: Almund’s is whites, then reds, then blacks, and Alton’s is Whites, then Yellows, then blacks. Nothing else is different.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
The white ravens begin to scratch and tear the cushions and flowers inside the open coffin, and pecking at the jars
The ravens, as they damage the fine coffins, are met with a sort of… necrotic magic that leaps out at them, invisible but very present. It fades but suffuses inside of them.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
*i am always curious*
“Odd. I do hope they’re not all hiding in one coffin. That would be rather absurd.” Savut moves to the next coffin.
*the First two read Almund Serce and Alton Kość, and the middle one’s name is Margaret Cromwell, then Abigail Starchild and Alexander Pencroft.*
*also lol*
the second one has exactly the same stuff, but the arrangements of flowers are different: Almund’s is whites, then reds, then blacks, and Alton’s is Whites, then Yellows, then blacks. Nothing else is different.
“Perhaps this is some variety of code?” She opens the third coffin.
*i feel like these are the names of authors or something but i looked them up and nothing*
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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.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
*The ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
*i am always curious*
“Odd. I do hope they’re not all hiding in one coffin. That would be rather absurd.” Savut moves to the next coffin.
*the First two read Almund Serce and Alton Kość, and the middle one’s name is Margaret Cromwell, then Abigail Starchild and Alexander Pencroft.*
*also lol*
the second one has exactly the same stuff, but the arrangements of flowers are different: Almund’s is whites, then reds, then blacks, and Alton’s is Whites, then Yellows, then blacks. Nothing else is different.
“Perhaps this is some variety of code?” She opens the third coffin.
*i feel like these are the names of authors or something but i looked them up and nothing*
Third one has different flower arrangements as well, with the middle flowers being a dark crimson instead. In addition, lying in the middle of the coffin is a set of three silver knives, all drenched in fresh blood.
*the first two, I came up with their first names without any inspiration but their surnames are both words in polish, forgot what exactly but it’s something like flesh and bone, and then the other three are what baby name generators are really for. Although I did go to a separate site for the last names, medieval surnames*
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Savut is opening the coffin in the Tomb.
Balatro is doing target practice with his rib-darts.
Tarriker is leading the humans away from the elementals.
Sidore returns to the Never-Ending Wildfire.
Gallitsur is investigating every aspect of the mountains, full of scientific wonder.
Great swaths of the chaotic maelstrom that fills the Well of All Worlds range out from the Navel, a melange of the stuff of the Unseen World covering the wasteland.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*which one? Herionidus’ or one of the Vampire’s?*
*Herionidius’s*
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 ravens were scratching at the vampire's coffins, but don't stop her when she goes for the big man's*
"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
*Balatro has to intrude before Faltros does something.*
*oh wait no i didn’t know that. in that case she opens the vampire coffins*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Balatro enters the throne room. “Hey guys, what’s goin’ on?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Falters is pointing his flaming sword talking about how foolish Happy Chaos is while Happy Chaps cackles madly, grinning mouths all across his body as he aims his revolver back at Faltros. He turns to Balatro “Conversation didn’t go well.”
“I figured. This is quite the dilemma.” Balatro looks to Faltros. “Anything to add?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i now dislike both of you.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Each of the coffins are made of stone inscribed with each of their names (not gonna type it now, I can if you’re curious though) and with some variation of, “Rest in peace.” The coffins are dirty, stained with blood, and smell like a mixture of rotting corpses and fresh roses.
inside the first coffin, no vampire, but a bunch of flowers lining the sides and preserved fruits in jars, also at the sides to leave room in the red cushioned coffin for the body.
*i am always curious*
“Odd. I do hope they’re not all hiding in one coffin. That would be rather absurd.” Savut moves to the next coffin.
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 white ravens begin to scratch and tear the cushions and flowers inside the open coffin, and pecking at the jars
"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
*Dw, the feeling has been mutual for a while*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Id say something smug Blackcat but I don’t need to rub in that you lost.*
The Frenzy is walking around, not doing anything specific, simply walking around with a flaming head.
*the First two read Almund Serce and Alton Kość, and the middle one’s name is Margaret Cromwell, then Abigail Starchild and Alexander Pencroft.*
*also lol*
the second one has exactly the same stuff, but the arrangements of flowers are different: Almund’s is whites, then reds, then blacks, and Alton’s is Whites, then Yellows, then blacks. Nothing else is different.
The ravens, as they damage the fine coffins, are met with a sort of… necrotic magic that leaps out at them, invisible but very present. It fades but suffuses inside of them.
“Perhaps this is some variety of code?” She opens the third coffin.
*i feel like these are the names of authors or something but i looked them up and nothing*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Third one has different flower arrangements as well, with the middle flowers being a dark crimson instead. In addition, lying in the middle of the coffin is a set of three silver knives, all drenched in fresh blood.
*the first two, I came up with their first names without any inspiration but their surnames are both words in polish, forgot what exactly but it’s something like flesh and bone, and then the other three are what baby name generators are really for. Although I did go to a separate site for the last names, medieval surnames*