*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Leonardo, the Night Mother’s Warlock Champion, and the Night Guard have been watching over the crows while Volumdremaak has been busy with creating her Wellspring and River of Souls and Reincarnation. He makes sure they are fed and cared for, and makes sure no one disturbs them unless necessary. He has been personally documenting their mutations for his patron.
The oldest ones have multiple hooks on their wings, almost forming claws.
one of the smaller ones, still around the size of a husky, flaps down and squawks at Leonardo.
He sees the creature, staying relaxed but alert. These buggers are full of surprises he has learned. “Hello there”
“Human?“ it squawks.
”What human taste like?”
“I don’t eat my own kind, so I don’t know. And I’d rather keep it that way.” He says, hoping the crow doesn’t try to find out what he tastes like. It won’t end will for the poor crow.
“Why not eat own kind?”
*i love playing the crows and asking the strangest questions*
“It would upset me, and the families of the person eaten. Wouldn’t you be upset if one of your kind ate a sibling or one of your parents?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Leonardo, the Night Mother’s Warlock Champion, and the Night Guard have been watching over the crows while Volumdremaak has been busy with creating her Wellspring and River of Souls and Reincarnation. He makes sure they are fed and cared for, and makes sure no one disturbs them unless necessary. He has been personally documenting their mutations for his patron.
The oldest ones have multiple hooks on their wings, almost forming claws.
one of the smaller ones, still around the size of a husky, flaps down and squawks at Leonardo.
He sees the creature, staying relaxed but alert. These buggers are full of surprises he has learned. “Hello there”
“Human?“ it squawks.
”What human taste like?”
“I don’t eat my own kind, so I don’t know. And I’d rather keep it that way.” He says, hoping the crow doesn’t try to find out what he tastes like. It won’t end will for the poor crow.
“Why not eat own kind?”
*i love playing the crows and asking the strangest questions*
“It would upset me, and the families of the person eaten. Wouldn’t you be upset if one of your kind ate a sibling or one of your parents?”
“…no. Weak die! Strong live and eat! Smart live and eat!”
Despite not being on fire, foréir still watches the north
SIN’s group is still wandering
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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!”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
Zeon watches a bit back with Enki and Talric.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Leonardo, the Night Mother’s Warlock Champion, and the Night Guard have been watching over the crows while Volumdremaak has been busy with creating her Wellspring and River of Souls and Reincarnation. He makes sure they are fed and cared for, and makes sure no one disturbs them unless necessary. He has been personally documenting their mutations for his patron.
The oldest ones have multiple hooks on their wings, almost forming claws.
one of the smaller ones, still around the size of a husky, flaps down and squawks at Leonardo.
He sees the creature, staying relaxed but alert. These buggers are full of surprises he has learned. “Hello there”
“Human?“ it squawks.
”What human taste like?”
“I don’t eat my own kind, so I don’t know. And I’d rather keep it that way.” He says, hoping the crow doesn’t try to find out what he tastes like. It won’t end will for the poor crow.
“Why not eat own kind?”
*i love playing the crows and asking the strangest questions*
“It would upset me, and the families of the person eaten. Wouldn’t you be upset if one of your kind ate a sibling or one of your parents?”
“…no. Weak die! Strong live and eat! Smart live and eat!”
“I see. I suppose your past experiences don’t leave much room for affection or compassion? Or maybe your creator simply created you without those emotions…? Either way….those of Volumdremaak’s fold enjoy the company of others of our kind, and the company of her other creations. We work together to survive, protect each other and lift each other up to make them stronger. I’m sure that’s a strange way to live for you, but we are happy with it”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Leonardo, the Night Mother’s Warlock Champion, and the Night Guard have been watching over the crows while Volumdremaak has been busy with creating her Wellspring and River of Souls and Reincarnation. He makes sure they are fed and cared for, and makes sure no one disturbs them unless necessary. He has been personally documenting their mutations for his patron.
The oldest ones have multiple hooks on their wings, almost forming claws.
one of the smaller ones, still around the size of a husky, flaps down and squawks at Leonardo.
He sees the creature, staying relaxed but alert. These buggers are full of surprises he has learned. “Hello there”
“Human?“ it squawks.
”What human taste like?”
“I don’t eat my own kind, so I don’t know. And I’d rather keep it that way.” He says, hoping the crow doesn’t try to find out what he tastes like. It won’t end will for the poor crow.
“Why not eat own kind?”
*i love playing the crows and asking the strangest questions*
“It would upset me, and the families of the person eaten. Wouldn’t you be upset if one of your kind ate a sibling or one of your parents?”
“…no. Weak die! Strong live and eat! Smart live and eat!”
“I see. I suppose your past experiences don’t leave much room for affection or compassion? Or maybe your creator simply created you without those emotions…? Either way….those of Volumdremaak’s fold enjoy the company of others of our kind, and the company of her other creations. We work together to survive, protect each other and lift each other up to make them stronger. I’m sure that’s a strange way to live for you, but we are happy with it”
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Does the king need to know?”
“Well…yeah. I work for him. And he’ll most definitely smite me if I betray him. As I would do for him if the roles were reversed. We have a mutual understanding in this regard, y’see.”
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Does the king need to know?”
“Well…yeah. I work for him. And he’ll most definitely smite me if I betray him. As I would do for him if the roles were reversed. We have a mutual understanding in this regard, y’see.”
“It doesn’t matter much, people travel to and from the underworld all of the time and he has no idea. We only need a small bit.”
”you mean why would I help someone weaker then me….well, because I care about these people. They are my friends and family. And just because I might be physically or magically stronger doesn’t mean they can’t contribute. All of us have our strength and talents.”
’If someone told before my anointment as the Night Mother’s champion that part of my job would be to have a philosophical and moral debate on the ethics of eating one’s own species with a strange demon crow thing, I’d have laughed in that guys face. Jokes on me it seems’ He thinks, reflecting on what has led him to this current interaction.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Does the king need to know?”
“Well…yeah. I work for him. And he’ll most definitely smite me if I betray him. As I would do for him if the roles were reversed. We have a mutual understanding in this regard, y’see.”
“It doesn’t matter much, people travel to and from the underworld all of the time and he has no idea. We only need a small bit.”
“Bit of 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.
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“It would upset me, and the families of the person eaten. Wouldn’t you be upset if one of your kind ate a sibling or one of your parents?”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
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“…no. Weak die! Strong live and eat! Smart live and eat!”
Despite not being on fire, foréir still watches the north
SIN’s group is still wandering
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 walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Zeon watches a bit back with Enki and Talric.
"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
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
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 see. I suppose your past experiences don’t leave much room for affection or compassion? Or maybe your creator simply created you without those emotions…? Either way….those of Volumdremaak’s fold enjoy the company of others of our kind, and the company of her other creations. We work together to survive, protect each other and lift each other up to make them stronger. I’m sure that’s a strange way to live for you, but we are happy with it”
"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
“Does the king need to know?”
“Work… with weak? Help weak? Why? Tell!”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
"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
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well…yeah. I work for him. And he’ll most definitely smite me if I betray him. As I would do for him if the roles were reversed. We have a mutual understanding in this regard, y’see.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It doesn’t matter much, people travel to and from the underworld all of the time and he has no idea. We only need a small bit.”
*Cut with Arch*
”you mean why would I help someone weaker then me….well, because I care about these people. They are my friends and family. And just because I might be physically or magically stronger doesn’t mean they can’t contribute. All of us have our strength and talents.”
’If someone told before my anointment as the Night Mother’s champion that part of my job would be to have a philosophical and moral debate on the ethics of eating one’s own species with a strange demon crow thing, I’d have laughed in that guys face. Jokes on me it seems’ He thinks, reflecting on what has led him to this current interaction.
"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
“Bit of 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.