He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
"Hey....how are the preparations coming along?" Asada asks. "I've seen the...thing looming in the distance?"
"Um...hello?" Phantom calls out to Aaravi, the rain that falls around him turning into snow and ice on contact, creating a cold mist. "You weather is doing quite a bit of damage to the area....is this necessary?" He asks, trying to be polite despite the situation.
She sighs. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to fight…” she shivers. “Whatever that is by ourselves… we’re only human.”
Aaravi rushes up to Phantom, grinning madly. “You see destruction, I see nature!”
"What about evacuation? I know this place is your home...and I can't imagine what it must be like to leave it behind. But there are safer places then here. Wouldn't leaving be the better option?" Asada asks. He needs to determine her response before planning his next move.
"How so...?" Phantom asks a bit cautiously, noting the Will's demeanor. He's not as disturbed by the mad grinning, having hung out with Happy Chaos on occasion, but the mortal's well being is his ultimate concern. "I've seen rain and storms before, but they are never like this...unless destruction is the goal at least....who are you exactly?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He finds Sophia at the wall, looking at the threat. She turns to Asada. “I-… uhm, hello.”
The rain comes, and just a mile off, Phantom sees Aaravi, and he learns the full extent of the monsoon. This isn’t just a storm, it’s a torrential downpour. Aaravi is dancing on the flood waves, each step she takes signaling for thunder and lightning to strike down. It causes no fire, no, there is too much rain for that.
"Hey....how are the preparations coming along?" Asada asks. "I've seen the...thing looming in the distance?"
"Um...hello?" Phantom calls out to Aaravi, the rain that falls around him turning into snow and ice on contact, creating a cold mist. "You weather is doing quite a bit of damage to the area....is this necessary?" He asks, trying to be polite despite the situation.
She sighs. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to fight…” she shivers. “Whatever that is by ourselves… we’re only human.”
Aaravi rushes up to Phantom, grinning madly. “You see destruction, I see nature!”
"What about evacuation? I know this place is your home...and I can't imagine what it must be like to leave it behind. But there are safer places then here. Wouldn't leaving be the better option?" Asada asks. He needs to determine her response before planning his next move.
"How so...?" Phantom asks a bit cautiously, noting the Will's demeanor. He's not as disturbed by the mad grinning, having hung out with Happy Chaos on occasion, but the mortal's well being is his ultimate concern. "I've seen rain and storms before, but they are never like this...unless destruction is the goal at least....who are you exactly?"
“Well… that is an option… but we have a couple hundred people, and I don’t know where the nearest safe place would be…”
she cackles. “It’s a monsoon, Hon! The rains are pushed along by a seasonal wind, so intense, so much water... And then they switch direction, and all is dry! It’s destructive, yes, but this world is so… barren! It needs the water. Once the monsoon passes, this place will be blooming with life! The humans will get used to it! They could even use it to their advantage if they’re clever.”
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
"You create storms of this scale only once a year? Why?" They inquire. Some of the newly grown plants awaken into blights and corpse flowers and shambling mounds, roaming their domains in search of blood with which to quench their roots.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
"You create storms of this scale only once a year? Why?" They inquire. Some of the newly grown plants awaken into blights and corpse flowers and shambling mounds, roaming their domains in search of blood with which to quench their roots.
“half the year, darling! the other half, the winds switch, and bring dry air through the same path. Otherwise, well, nothing could grow here!”
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
"You create storms of this scale only once a year? Why?" They inquire. Some of the newly grown plants awaken into blights and corpse flowers and shambling mounds, roaming their domains in search of blood with which to quench their roots.
“half the year, darling! the other half, the winds switch, and bring dry air through the same path. Otherwise, well, nothing could grow here!”
"That makes sense- well, I'm sure my darlings will manage just fine, then." She laughs a bit to herself. "Now that I think of it, there hasn't been much word of rain like this until recently. Are you a newer Will?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Well… that is an option… but we have a couple hundred people, and I don’t know where the nearest safe place would be…”
she cackles. “It’s a monsoon, Hon! The rains are pushed along by a seasonal wind, so intense, so much water... And then they switch direction, and all is dry! It’s destructive, yes, but this world is so… barren! It needs the water. Once the monsoon passes, this place will be blooming with life! The humans will get used to it! They could even use it to their advantage if they’re clever.”
Asada hesitates for a moment in contemplation, before speaking again. "I know a place they could go, and the means to take them there swiftly." he says before gazing out past the wall. "I'm not usually one to reveal my cards so openly. Shadows and secrecy are my weapons and my power. However..." he holds up the two roses. One of black shadow and one of white marble. "This can't be a coincidence...me being drawn here...these strange roses. I don't know how, but...there is a connection. And I have no intention of seeing it be destroyed before I can come to understand it."
"So this is a seasonal phenomenon, like the decay of autumn or the snows of winter?" Phantom muses. "This would help usher in spring then?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
He walks through the crowd of cultists, stopping within, not changing his appearance or hiding his weapon, so he sticks out like a sore thumb.
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
He walks through the crowd of cultists, stopping within, not changing his appearance or hiding his weapon, so he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ser smiles "Well well wellllll... Another! How good to meet you..."
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
He walks through the crowd of cultists, stopping within, not changing his appearance or hiding his weapon, so he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ser smiles "Well well wellllll... Another! How good to meet you..."
He gives a wide grin “Oh are you talking to me? I’m just another happy little cultist, what makes you think I’m anything different?” He says, obviously lying.
The reanimated Wyrm draws closer, closer to Sophia’s village. She is ordering the construction of makeshift siege weapons, and is building trenches in front of the village to try and halt its progress. Weapons are being produced as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast considering they only have one forge and not much metal.
Aaravi continues the path of the monsoon, causing much destruction and death. But death will bring new life once the rains pass.
Aavari's path of destruction brings new life a bit faster than they were expecting- and also not the same kinds of life that was there before. Small cypress saplings, water plants, small bushes, and wildflowers grow to fill the flooded space left behind- all of them bearing amber hues in their leaves and blistering sap, and all of them bristling with far more thorns than is ordinary. Orchid is there, continuing to grow her garden of thorns as she follows the monsoon.
Aaravi, grinning madly, surfs on her wave of floodwater, into the middle of the storm rather than at the very front of it, to meet with Orchid. Storms are raging all across the path of the Monsoon winds, although they are most intense where Aaravi brings them.
She finds Orchid quickly, who notices the intensifying storm and the arrival of a Will, and meets Aaravi halfway. Orchid is in her more monstrous 'true' form- a colossal amalgamation of serpent and insect and stomatopod and plant patter that crawls across the now-marshy landscape with many, many legs. The Will of Thorns raises their head in the same manner as a giant snake to be on eye level with Aaravi atop her wave of floodwater. "Greetings." She chitters, the bone-white chitinous plates of their visage faintly clacking against one another. "Many thanks for bringing this rain. The drowned soil is perfect for my darling creations."
“It Is my pleasure and intent, friend! Expect rains next year as well, but no rains from me between that period.”
"You create storms of this scale only once a year? Why?" They inquire. Some of the newly grown plants awaken into blights and corpse flowers and shambling mounds, roaming their domains in search of blood with which to quench their roots.
“half the year, darling! the other half, the winds switch, and bring dry air through the same path. Otherwise, well, nothing could grow here!”
"That makes sense- well, I'm sure my darlings will manage just fine, then." She laughs a bit to herself. "Now that I think of it, there hasn't been much word of rain like this until recently. Are you a newer Will?"
“I am! i came into being with the monsoon, for we are one and the same! I am Aaravi, the heavenly Cascade!”
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
He walks through the crowd of cultists, stopping within, not changing his appearance or hiding his weapon, so he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ser smiles "Well well wellllll... Another! How good to meet you..."
He gives a wide grin “Oh are you talking to me? I’m just another happy little cultist, what makes you think I’m anything different?” He says, obviously lying.
"Ya know, you ain't too good at deception" Ser turns into their original form, from when they where a cultist "You should do it like this"
"What about evacuation? I know this place is your home...and I can't imagine what it must be like to leave it behind. But there are safer places then here. Wouldn't leaving be the better option?" Asada asks. He needs to determine her response before planning his next move.
"How so...?" Phantom asks a bit cautiously, noting the Will's demeanor. He's not as disturbed by the mad grinning, having hung out with Happy Chaos on occasion, but the mortal's well being is his ultimate concern. "I've seen rain and storms before, but they are never like this...unless destruction is the goal at least....who are you exactly?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Well… that is an option… but we have a couple hundred people, and I don’t know where the nearest safe place would be…”
she cackles. “It’s a monsoon, Hon! The rains are pushed along by a seasonal wind, so intense, so much water... And then they switch direction, and all is dry! It’s destructive, yes, but this world is so… barren! It needs the water. Once the monsoon passes, this place will be blooming with life! The humans will get used to it! They could even use it to their advantage if they’re clever.”
"You create storms of this scale only once a year? Why?" They inquire. Some of the newly grown plants awaken into blights and corpse flowers and shambling mounds, roaming their domains in search of blood with which to quench their roots.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“half the year, darling! the other half, the winds switch, and bring dry air through the same path. Otherwise, well, nothing could grow here!”
"That makes sense- well, I'm sure my darlings will manage just fine, then." She laughs a bit to herself. "Now that I think of it, there hasn't been much word of rain like this until recently. Are you a newer Will?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Getting ready to introduce a new Demon. I discussed the concept on Onions, but I'm not sure how I'm going to do this in an interesting way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Asada hesitates for a moment in contemplation, before speaking again. "I know a place they could go, and the means to take them there swiftly." he says before gazing out past the wall. "I'm not usually one to reveal my cards so openly. Shadows and secrecy are my weapons and my power. However..." he holds up the two roses. One of black shadow and one of white marble. "This can't be a coincidence...me being drawn here...these strange roses. I don't know how, but...there is a connection. And I have no intention of seeing it be destroyed before I can come to understand it."
"So this is a seasonal phenomenon, like the decay of autumn or the snows of winter?" Phantom muses. "This would help usher in spring then?"
"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
*Anybody want to rp with my numerous characters? Also, I thought of a good song that fits Happy Chaos- ‘Creep’ but specifically the version from the Hollow*
*sure. who ya want?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Idk, someone who likes to blow stuff up preferably.*
*So... I have two of those*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*You decide who you would like my friend.*
Happy Chaos is walking around with a one of his more destructive creations, the weapon practically radiating immense amounts of power, enough to kill a will in the right hands, a grinning Happy Chaos certainly not the right hands.
*why not another god of chaos*
Ser is busy teaching their cultists how grenades work
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He walks through the crowd of cultists, stopping within, not changing his appearance or hiding his weapon, so he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ser smiles "Well well wellllll... Another! How good to meet you..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*when… when were grenades invented?*
He gives a wide grin “Oh are you talking to me? I’m just another happy little cultist, what makes you think I’m anything different?” He says, obviously lying.
“I am! i came into being with the monsoon, for we are one and the same! I am Aaravi, the heavenly Cascade!”
*today*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Ya know, you ain't too good at deception" Ser turns into their original form, from when they where a cultist "You should do it like this"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.