Aria’s followers have started making something big. Really big.
a giant clockwork arthropod watches(pun not intended) in interest.
Thunder strikes near the clockwork beast, 5 lightning bolts in fact, each one summons something, Frazle, and 4 Electricty Frankenstines, they begin investigating the arthropod.
a booming voice emenates from the arthropods head "you are of the tempest. i am not the one to deal with you. i shall let you and the storm lord sort things out." a loud gong rings from its thorax.
The Ravens continue to learn more from the tomb of Herionidus. As more of the dead god's play is revealed, the other ravens leave the coffins alone for time time being, though they are still open (Unless Savut closed them herself). Other Constructs begin to travel the outskirts of the underworld and also begin to burrow down deep below the earth, searching for any information of "The Hate that Lies Beneath".
Volumdremaak has begun work on her own artifact, The Wellspring of Souls.
Mephilia and Visk are evacuating the humans from the north, using the Platinum Valkyrie's collective forces to protect them.
The rats, now with three aspects of Xezithic, prepare for their next move.
The ravens investigating the book, turning the last page, see this. I did it… for love. I needed to protect humanity in a permanent way. The gravediggers will spread their gift, and all will be eternal. Eternally, happy. Eternally safe. Eternally in bliss.
-Herionidus
the ravens that investigated the vampire coffins, despite their arcane nature, seem slightly sick.
the rats start directing Zeon to the entrance of the underworld. They’re getting close.
A presence stirs within the ravens, curious and amused.
"Such a naive goal First Risen of Divine Consciousness, but I can admire the intention...I wonder how you will feel when the world rejects your eternal plan...and the horrors and suffering it wrought. Oh but I love a good tragedy chronicle of folly...tales of false heroes.....you will make a great example for future Wills, that hell is paved with good intentions. I suppose....I'll allow thing to continue as they have...as you have given me a gift...."
The ravens on the coffins that are growing sick suddenly are themselves be transformed into vials of strange liquid before teleporting away. Then, a strange wind seems to blow into the tomb, as the damage to the coffin begins to mend and the damage flowers seem to repair and bloom even brighter the before.
"Things are stirring in the world.....great change is on the horizon.....so many of your children have abandoned you for others that seem to cater to their needs in the now...or there souls have been drawn away from your eternity....how do you feel amidst all this I wonder....if you can feel anything at all..."
The ravens not in the coffin chamber continue to gather info from the books and other chambers.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”why… do you seek one of us in particular? And what… is this power we shall obtain?”
It's voice grows softer "We seek the strong. We won't force you. You gain powers of flame, including the sun itself."
”The sun… we are creatures of the night… we do not enjoy the light… but, what would this do for us… exactly?”
"Allow you to go into the light without issue or strain, along with power over it."
They mutter to each other in hushed voices.
“would that disrespect Herionidus… tampering with his gift and not showing respect for his restraints… I think not… I think so! Perhaps we could work something out… no! That would disrespect the king…” Marie is mostly for working something out, the others, not so much.
The Frenzy sits, its flames wild but not moving past its head. The echoes of many voices come from the Frenzy, the words unable to be understood but definitely real. The Frenzy waits patiantly.
After a few more minutes of arguing, They decide that this would be dishonoring their king. Marie is not so sure though, but goes along with it. They all shapeshift into various flying animals and prepare to leave. Before she does so, Marie takes a small glass vial out of her basket (she carries one) and makes a cut in her wrist, pouring the blood into the vial.she then lays it on the ground in front of the frenzy and mouths the words, ‘contact me,’ before flying away as a vulture. The blood vial, though the frenzy doesn’t actually need it, would act as a telepathy spell between them.
The Frenzy waits still except for the flames on it's head absorbing the area around it, leaving it without any life. It is unmoving from the spot they had left until dawn breaks, then using the blood vial from Marie, seeing if he can contact them. They radiate slight divine power through the link so she knows it is The Frenzy.
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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.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals.
Stormy Skies above the city, it begins to rain and thunder, suddenly 5 lightning bolts strike near happy chaos, they each materialize in beings 1 being my great will Frazle and the other four are my entourage of lightning beasts.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals.
Stormy Skies above the city, it begins to rain and thunder, suddenly 5 lightning bolts strike near happy chaos, they each materialize in beings 1 being my great will Frazle and the other four are my entourage of lightning beasts.
One of the Clones walk up, a hand on their crescent moon revolver but on their face. The push one of the lightning beast aside “Nice to meet you stranger, welcome.”
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
*Only level 4? I'm level 1 still, not even half way to 2.* As the clone shakes his hand he feels static in his body as if he rubbed his socks on the carpet "I come here because I have not yet gotten involved in the war and I do not wish to."
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
*Only level 4? I'm level 1 still, not even half way to 2.* As the clone shakes his hand he feels static in his body as if he rubbed his socks on the carpet "I come here because I have not yet gotten involved in the war and I do not wish to."
*Well Happy Chaos is much older, and is tired of fighting against overgods.* He puts his hand back in his pocket and nods "Fabulous I could use some help, what is your name my friend?"
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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.
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
*Only level 4? I'm level 1 still, not even half way to 2.* As the clone shakes his hand he feels static in his body as if he rubbed his socks on the carpet "I come here because I have not yet gotten involved in the war and I do not wish to."
*Well Happy Chaos is much older, and is tired of fighting against overgods.* He puts his hand back in his pocket and nods "Fabulous I could use some help, what is your name my friend?"
Volumdremaak continues work on her greatest creation, the Wellspring of Souls. She has carved out a massive lake at the very center of her domain that is filling with strange ethereal liquid of pure, spiritual energy that is infused with her newly acquired domain of Life which seem to swirl and swell with powerful currents. Rising high into the sky from its center is a massive island topped with a hollow mountain-like structure in the shape of skeletal dragon head and upper neck. Small floating souls of various colored light float towards the opened maw of this stone dragon skull, as if being called to it and the lake below by the promise of renewed life. The souls then enter the ghostly water, where they are subjected to the harsh currents and riptides of the wellspring, their colors starting to be stripped from them. with each strip of color that starts to be taken from each soul, a small monument begins to rise on on the land surrounding the lake, forming beautiful and elegantly carved tombstones and memorials that carve out the details of the souls previous life and memories to forever be enshrined their, the first within this newly constructed Grand Necropolis of Memories.
At the southern tip of the Wellspring, a river is in the early process of being carved out, one that will soon run throughout the Hallowed Meadows of Tenebrous, carrying this substance of souls and life renewing spiritual energies until it reaches a massive waterfall where the ethereal water tumbles over before dissipating into the world, carrying souls both old and new into the world, waiting for them to be created into new life, either for the first time, or as a reincarnation. She looks at the progress she has made so far, looking at the undead that are helping her to build it. The ethereal waters serve another purpose, to rejuvenate the undead that drink or bathe within the wellsprings waters, and to repair the damages that had been done to their souls whether in undead, or when they were once living. Some of her undead subjects are a bit wary of the waters however, hearing the call to their souls and fearing they will be pulled into its cleansing currents. They are happy with their undeath nature and are not ready to return to the cycle, but the Umbral Dragon eases their concerns. For whether it is the final peace of the afterlife, the shadowy eternity of Undeath, or the ceasing waters of rebirth, the fate of their souls are in their own hands.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
*Only level 4? I'm level 1 still, not even half way to 2.* As the clone shakes his hand he feels static in his body as if he rubbed his socks on the carpet "I come here because I have not yet gotten involved in the war and I do not wish to."
*Well Happy Chaos is much older, and is tired of fighting against overgods.* He puts his hand back in his pocket and nods "Fabulous I could use some help, what is your name my friend?"
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
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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.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
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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.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
*10,000. Also It is meant to be very high in the sky as it's not trying to affect the ground below too much outside of the rain*
The Massive Aboleth turns its many eyed gaze at the newcomer.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
*10,000. Also It is meant to be very high in the sky as it's not trying to affect the ground below too much outside of the rain*
The Massive Aboleth turns its many eyed gaze at the newcomer.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
*10,000. Also It is meant to be very high in the sky as it's not trying to affect the ground below too much outside of the rain*
The Massive Aboleth turns its many eyed gaze at the newcomer.
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals and greater wills alike as a place without the divine conflict. In hopes it can bring together those who do not wish to fight.
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
*10,000. Also It is meant to be very high in the sky as it's not trying to affect the ground below too much outside of the rain*
The Massive Aboleth turns its many eyed gaze at the newcomer.
Happy Chaos nods along with the words, understanding the goals of this will "I see, I am Happy Chaos, and I seek to bring peace among the mortals. I know a bit about creation, although not as much as others."
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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
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a booming voice emenates from the arthropods head "you are of the tempest. i am not the one to deal with you. i shall let you and the storm lord sort things out." a loud gong rings from its thorax.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The ravens not in the coffin chamber continue to gather info from the books and other chambers.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
The Frenzy waits still except for the flames on it's head absorbing the area around it, leaving it without any life. It is unmoving from the spot they had left until dawn breaks, then using the blood vial from Marie, seeing if he can contact them. They radiate slight divine power through the link so she knows it is The Frenzy.
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
Happy Chaos Clone are moving throughout the world, eventually going into a forest near a mountain and begin digging. After a while the beginnings of a city are being built, so high it can be seen from miles as a beacon to mortals.
Stormy Skies above the city, it begins to rain and thunder, suddenly 5 lightning bolts strike near happy chaos, they each materialize in beings 1 being my great will Frazle and the other four are my entourage of lightning beasts.
My Threads: House of Adventurers, Role Playing, Sorcerers Saloon, Also Role Playing, Historical Warfare, War.
My Dome characters: Tollak, Earthlord Primordius My other characters: Here
Titles from drummer: Lightning Struck Loot Chaser (PM me Tomato.)
One of the Clones walk up, a hand on their crescent moon revolver but on their face. The push one of the lightning beast aside “Nice to meet you stranger, welcome.”
"Nice to meet you too." I reach out my hand to shake its hand. *Lore for your character, I'm pretty new here.*
My Threads: House of Adventurers, Role Playing, Sorcerers Saloon, Also Role Playing, Historical Warfare, War.
My Dome characters: Tollak, Earthlord Primordius My other characters: Here
Titles from drummer: Lightning Struck Loot Chaser (PM me Tomato.)
He shakes his hand, his blue hand cold and nails sharp. He gives him his usual mad grin “What are you doing here?” *My character is a being of chaos and is no longer interested in the divine war, he’s building a city free of the choice of that war. He does what he wants despite only being a level 4.*
*Only level 4? I'm level 1 still, not even half way to 2.* As the clone shakes his hand he feels static in his body as if he rubbed his socks on the carpet "I come here because I have not yet gotten involved in the war and I do not wish to."
My Threads: House of Adventurers, Role Playing, Sorcerers Saloon, Also Role Playing, Historical Warfare, War.
My Dome characters: Tollak, Earthlord Primordius My other characters: Here
Titles from drummer: Lightning Struck Loot Chaser (PM me Tomato.)
*Well Happy Chaos is much older, and is tired of fighting against overgods.* He puts his hand back in his pocket and nods "Fabulous I could use some help, what is your name my friend?"
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
*Me?*
My Threads: House of Adventurers, Role Playing, Sorcerers Saloon, Also Role Playing, Historical Warfare, War.
My Dome characters: Tollak, Earthlord Primordius My other characters: Here
Titles from drummer: Lightning Struck Loot Chaser (PM me Tomato.)
Volumdremaak continues work on her greatest creation, the Wellspring of Souls. She has carved out a massive lake at the very center of her domain that is filling with strange ethereal liquid of pure, spiritual energy that is infused with her newly acquired domain of Life which seem to swirl and swell with powerful currents. Rising high into the sky from its center is a massive island topped with a hollow mountain-like structure in the shape of skeletal dragon head and upper neck. Small floating souls of various colored light float towards the opened maw of this stone dragon skull, as if being called to it and the lake below by the promise of renewed life. The souls then enter the ghostly water, where they are subjected to the harsh currents and riptides of the wellspring, their colors starting to be stripped from them. with each strip of color that starts to be taken from each soul, a small monument begins to rise on on the land surrounding the lake, forming beautiful and elegantly carved tombstones and memorials that carve out the details of the souls previous life and memories to forever be enshrined their, the first within this newly constructed Grand Necropolis of Memories.
At the southern tip of the Wellspring, a river is in the early process of being carved out, one that will soon run throughout the Hallowed Meadows of Tenebrous, carrying this substance of souls and life renewing spiritual energies until it reaches a massive waterfall where the ethereal water tumbles over before dissipating into the world, carrying souls both old and new into the world, waiting for them to be created into new life, either for the first time, or as a reincarnation. She looks at the progress she has made so far, looking at the undead that are helping her to build it. The ethereal waters serve another purpose, to rejuvenate the undead that drink or bathe within the wellsprings waters, and to repair the damages that had been done to their souls whether in undead, or when they were once living. Some of her undead subjects are a bit wary of the waters however, hearing the call to their souls and fearing they will be pulled into its cleansing currents. They are happy with their undeath nature and are not ready to return to the cycle, but the Umbral Dragon eases their concerns. For whether it is the final peace of the afterlife, the shadowy eternity of Undeath, or the ceasing waters of rebirth, the fate of their souls are in their own hands.
"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
*This is your rp so yes you. The question in IC.*
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
In the distance, Happy Chaos sees a massive storm or fire, water, wind, and stone surging in the sky, a massive Primordial Aboleth swimming through it as a huge archipelago of floating islands trailing behind it. It lets out a hymnal, deep whale call that seems to harmonize with the bellowing of the thunder. Underneath the Great One, rain falls.
"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
All the clones, no matter where they are, facepalm in unison. One of them teleports over to the Great One, looking tired and annoyed. He places one hand on his crescent moon revolver and looks at the primordial, making sure it can see him. He calls out "Could you please, not do that. We are trying to build a city by ourselves and you aren't making it any easier." *Power point count if you please.*
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
*10,000. Also It is meant to be very high in the sky as it's not trying to affect the ground below too much outside of the rain*
The Massive Aboleth turns its many eyed gaze at the newcomer.
"̴I̷ ̸a̸p̴o̸l̴o̷g̷i̵z̵e̸.̷.̷.̶.̶ ̸e̵l̶d̷e̷r̶ ̷o̸n̸e̴.̴.̶.̵.̸ ̶I̵ ̷d̷i̷d̸ ̶n̵o̴t̷ ̷m̵e̴a̶n̸ ̴t̷o̸ ̷i̶n̵t̸r̷u̵d̵e̵ ̸o̴n̵ ̷y̷o̸u̶r̶ ̵d̸o̶m̴a̷i̶n̷.̸.̸.̶.̷.̵.̸ ̴n̷o̴r̶m̶a̵l̷l̷y̶.̵.̶.̶.̶ ̵t̵h̷i̶s̷ ̶h̶e̵i̶g̷h̷t̵ ̸i̸s̶ ̵s̷u̴f̸f̴i̷c̴i̶e̴n̵t̷.̷.̵.̴.̸ ̸t̷o̴ ̶a̷v̴o̷i̴d̷.̶.̶.̷.̸ ̷c̶o̴n̸f̵l̷i̸c̶t̷.̴.̷.̷"̵
"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
*Interesting.*
Happy Chaos nods with a casual smile, taking his hand off of his revolver "Don't worry about it friend. I am Happy Chaos, who might you be?"
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
"̵I̸ ̷a̶m̶.̴.̵.̴T̸h̶a̸t̷ ̵W̵h̴i̸c̸h̸ ̸C̵o̷m̷m̷a̵n̷d̴s̷ ̵t̸h̸e̷ ̶F̸u̷n̵d̴a̴m̷e̸n̸t̸a̷l̶s̷.̴.̸.̶.̶.̵ ̵X̷e̶z̷i̴t̸h̴i̷c̸.̸.̴.̶.̶ ̶I̴ ̷s̶e̴e̶k̶ ̴t̴o̴ ̷u̷n̵d̵e̴r̵s̶t̵a̷n̸d̵.̷.̴.̸.̵ ̸a̸n̷d̷ ̸c̸o̸n̷t̴r̸o̴l̶ ̷t̶h̵e̴ ̸e̴l̵e̵m̶e̴n̴t̴s̶.̷.̷.̸.̶ ̴a̵n̸d̵ ̸t̴h̷e̸ ̶f̵o̵r̴c̸e̵s̶ ̸o̴f̷ ̴m̶a̶t̷e̵r̶i̵a̷l̶ ̵c̸r̴e̵a̸t̴i̸o̶n̵.̷.̸.̶"̷
"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
Happy Chaos nods along with the words, understanding the goals of this will "I see, I am Happy Chaos, and I seek to bring peace among the mortals. I know a bit about creation, although not as much as others."
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