“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
By the time she’s realized this, it’s already too late, Happy doesn’t care anymore, he’s just going to play his video games alone, and it’s all their fault. He didn’t seem in the mood of talking, but who knows, he’s always been honest.
Eris is back at the Grey Peaks again, technically here to gather intel on the whereabouts of the Mourn family, though also hoping to maybe find Perseus again.
Orchid is overseeing the Arena of Thorns, watching the carnage between her creations and those of other Wills with sadistic glee.
*unfortunately, i don’t feel like playing Perseus currently, sorry!*
an old woman watches one of the fights, dressed in a dirty, tattered old brown dress, stitched back together with various materials over the years. She has a walking stick, overgrown with fungi and mushrooms, her hair messy, with little twigs and branches stuck in it. She has a satchel full of jars and vials of half dead plant and animal specimens. She has a permanent frown on her face, though through her eyes Orchid could see that she’s enjoying the fights.
*That's perfectly fine with me! Perhaps another time when we're both ready!*
Orchid notices the old woman, seeming somewhat intrigued by the collection of specimens she carries, and sends one of her blights down through the arena seating to her, carrying the message that she is invited to speak to the Will of Thorns.
When she hears the message, she chuckles slightly, before getting up and slowly making her way up to the Will of Thorns. Wherever she walks, a trail of fungi sprout behind her.
Orchid watches her with curiosity as she follows the blight past a pair of doors made of brambles and up numerous flights of amber stairs, leading them to the high-up viewing platform where the Verdant Pestilence watches the battles rage on.
"Greetings." They say to her once she arrives, a wide grin on their face.
“I’ve always hoped to one day meet you, the mastermind behind the amber marsh…” she does a slight bow, now grinning as well. She seems... Giddy to meet Orchid, which probably isn’t how most people would react.
"I'm honored- normally, awe isn't the reaction I see to the Amber Marsh and its... ferocious nature." She waves her hand, and a pair of carved amber chairs move from across the room to nearby. "Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She asks, gesturing for her to sit.
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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)
“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
She chuckles once again. “I’m traveling to the city of Order, hopefully so the little one can have a better life.”
“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
She chuckles once again. “I’m traveling to the city of Order, hopefully so the little one can have a better life.”
“I-… who in the dead King’s name are you?!”
“It isn’t exactly the best place to go, though it is protected by an overwill. I believe what is best will come for them.” He says, smiling, his fangs showing.
“Someone who likes to go for swims, can we settle this another way?”
Eris is back at the Grey Peaks again, technically here to gather intel on the whereabouts of the Mourn family, though also hoping to maybe find Perseus again.
Orchid is overseeing the Arena of Thorns, watching the carnage between her creations and those of other Wills with sadistic glee.
*unfortunately, i don’t feel like playing Perseus currently, sorry!*
an old woman watches one of the fights, dressed in a dirty, tattered old brown dress, stitched back together with various materials over the years. She has a walking stick, overgrown with fungi and mushrooms, her hair messy, with little twigs and branches stuck in it. She has a satchel full of jars and vials of half dead plant and animal specimens. She has a permanent frown on her face, though through her eyes Orchid could see that she’s enjoying the fights.
*That's perfectly fine with me! Perhaps another time when we're both ready!*
Orchid notices the old woman, seeming somewhat intrigued by the collection of specimens she carries, and sends one of her blights down through the arena seating to her, carrying the message that she is invited to speak to the Will of Thorns.
When she hears the message, she chuckles slightly, before getting up and slowly making her way up to the Will of Thorns. Wherever she walks, a trail of fungi sprout behind her.
Orchid watches her with curiosity as she follows the blight past a pair of doors made of brambles and up numerous flights of amber stairs, leading them to the high-up viewing platform where the Verdant Pestilence watches the battles rage on.
"Greetings." They say to her once she arrives, a wide grin on their face.
“I’ve always hoped to one day meet you, the mastermind behind the amber marsh…” she does a slight bow, now grinning as well. She seems... Giddy to meet Orchid, which probably isn’t how most people would react.
"I'm honored- normally, awe isn't the reaction I see to the Amber Marsh and its... ferocious nature." She waves her hand, and a pair of carved amber chairs move from across the room to nearby. "Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She asks, gesturing for her to sit.
She sits.
”I’m… a bit of an alchemist. I’ve traveled across the world, collecting rare specimens and examining them… the sap of the great tree of Herionidus, the ink gland of a kraken, the seeds of the tallest tree in the Viskwood… and I had an idea. It’s not something I could complete by myself in a mortal lifetime, but with the help of a Will… anyways, I wanted to meet you eventually to give you an idea: I believe I’ve discovered a method, through years of research and through invocations of worlds long past, to create something magnificent, truly terrifying and wonderful in every way: I want to create the perfect organism.”
“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
She chuckles once again. “I’m traveling to the city of Order, hopefully so the little one can have a better life.”
“I-… who in the dead King’s name are you?!”
“It isn’t exactly the best place to go, though it is protected by an overwill. I believe what is best will come for them.” He says, smiling, his fangs showing.
“Someone who likes to go for swims, can we settle this another way?”
“Oh, I didn’t know that… where would you suggest I go instead?”
he grumbles, lowering his sword a bit. “What do you want, and why are you on this ship?”
“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
She chuckles once again. “I’m traveling to the city of Order, hopefully so the little one can have a better life.”
“I-… who in the dead King’s name are you?!”
“It isn’t exactly the best place to go, though it is protected by an overwill. I believe what is best will come for them.” He says, smiling, his fangs showing.
“Someone who likes to go for swims, can we settle this another way?”
“Oh, I didn’t know that… where would you suggest I go instead?”
he grumbles, lowering his sword a bit. “What do you want, and why are you on this ship?”
“I wouldn’t know, everywhere is dangerous, I do believe you will be able to keep them safe either way, I am no one at all.”
“Would you believe that I just woke up here?” He says meekly, slowly trying to step back towards the ocean.
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
*exactly a square inch. howdy arch*
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aria is testing copious amounts coal and Prime Elements
Voidras is raising a massive gemstone tower. Humans flock to it, finding the lower levels safe and hospitable as dragons and the Will themselves build higher and higher
The Strata Skeleton is moving animals and relocating plants out of an area under high risk of collapse due to unstable caves
Baasal is relaxing in his gold and marble palace
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Aria is testing copious amounts coal and Prime Elements
Voidras is raising a massive gemstone tower. Humans flock to it, finding the lower levels safe and hospitable as dragons and the Will themselves build higher and higher
The Strata Skeleton is moving animals and relocating plants out of an area under high risk of collapse due to unstable caves
Baasal is relaxing in his gold and marble palace
a similar castle made of clouds floats over Baasal's palace. it's followed by thunder
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a similar castle made of clouds floats over Baasal's palace. it's followed by thunder
Sensing an opportunity, Baasal creates a perch of wind and flies up to meet anyone who would happen to be inside.
he is greeted by a featureless humanoid. "ഡӘ╙ᑢစ㎥Ә ┯စ ┯ႬӘ ᘓშꕷţ╙Ә ⎢Π ┯ႬӘ ᔑꝅႾ ᔑ༏𝜞. ⎢ ഡ༏╙╙ ᏰӘ ѧƀ╙Ә ┯စ ᔑӘშţ Ⴤစʯ ᔑႬစ𝜞ţ╙Ⴞ"
*lemme know if you need a translator for the golems*
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a similar castle made of clouds floats over Baasal's palace. it's followed by thunder
Sensing an opportunity, Baasal creates a perch of wind and flies up to meet anyone who would happen to be inside.
he is greeted by a featureless humanoid. "ഡӘ╙ᑢစ㎥Ә ┯စ ┯ႬӘ ᘓშꕷţ╙Ә ⎢Π ┯ႬӘ ᔑꝅႾ ᔑ༏𝜞. ⎢ ഡ༏╙╙ ᏰӘ ѧƀ╙Ә ┯စ ᔑӘშţ Ⴤစʯ ᔑႬစ𝜞ţ╙Ⴞ"
*lemme know if you need a translator for the golems*
*i will not be scared of demon language* *Eurylichus grab the harpoons! As many as you can find!*
Baasal waits patiently for a seat to open up
*you're kidding, I was just watching neal's get in the water*
"🝈༏ဌႬţ ┯Ⴌ༏ꕷ ഡშႾ ᔑ༏𝜞" the golem leads Baasal to a table made of crystal and gold. floating above the resturant in a chaise lounge is a large crocodilian humanoid in purple royal robes. he looks depressed. "ᘓშΠ ⎢ ₲Әţ Ⴤစʯ ѧΠႾţႬ༏Πဌ ┯စ ᔑţშ𝜞ţ Ⴤစʯ 𝛳բբ?"
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a similar castle made of clouds floats over Baasal's palace. it's followed by thunder
Sensing an opportunity, Baasal creates a perch of wind and flies up to meet anyone who would happen to be inside.
he is greeted by a featureless humanoid. "ഡӘ╙ᑢစ㎥Ә ┯စ ┯ႬӘ ᘓშꕷţ╙Ә ⎢Π ┯ႬӘ ᔑꝅႾ ᔑ༏𝜞. ⎢ ഡ༏╙╙ ᏰӘ ѧƀ╙Ә ┯စ ᔑӘშţ Ⴤစʯ ᔑႬစ𝜞ţ╙Ⴞ"
*lemme know if you need a translator for the golems*
*i will not be scared of demon language* *Eurylichus grab the harpoons! As many as you can find!*
Baasal waits patiently for a seat to open up
*you're kidding, I was just watching neal's get in the water*
"🝈༏ဌႬţ ┯Ⴌ༏ꕷ ഡშႾ ᔑ༏𝜞" the golem leads Baasal to a table made of crystal and gold. floating above the resturant in a chaise lounge is a large crocodilian humanoid in purple royal robes. he looks depressed. "ᘓშΠ ⎢ ₲Әţ Ⴤစʯ ѧΠႾţႬ༏Πဌ ┯စ ᔑţშ𝜞ţ Ⴤစʯ 𝛳բբ?"
*crazy, when’d you join? I did during the Underworld Saga*
”Is he alright? Can I speak with him?” Baasal feels a connection with this will, both of them being wind domain and taking lizard forms.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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*Cut for Arch.*
“I can’t help but believe you, and I hope to witness those great things myself. I have never known the greatness that is parenthood, and I likely never will, but this… would be worth the world.”
He spins his trident in his hand, preparing to fight them, “We could handle this without violence, come on man, please?” He pleads.
*Finally introing, then hopping off again*
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Cut for Yvonne.*
By the time she’s realized this, it’s already too late, Happy doesn’t care anymore, he’s just going to play his video games alone, and it’s all their fault. He didn’t seem in the mood of talking, but who knows, he’s always been honest.
"I'm honored- normally, awe isn't the reaction I see to the Amber Marsh and its... ferocious nature." She waves her hand, and a pair of carved amber chairs move from across the room to nearby. "Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She asks, gesturing for her to sit.
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)
She chuckles once again. “I’m traveling to the city of Order, hopefully so the little one can have a better life.”
“I-… who in the dead King’s name are you?!”
“It isn’t exactly the best place to go, though it is protected by an overwill. I believe what is best will come for them.” He says, smiling, his fangs showing.
“Someone who likes to go for swims, can we settle this another way?”
She sits.
”I’m… a bit of an alchemist. I’ve traveled across the world, collecting rare specimens and examining them… the sap of the great tree of Herionidus, the ink gland of a kraken, the seeds of the tallest tree in the Viskwood… and I had an idea. It’s not something I could complete by myself in a mortal lifetime, but with the help of a Will… anyways, I wanted to meet you eventually to give you an idea: I believe I’ve discovered a method, through years of research and through invocations of worlds long past, to create something magnificent, truly terrifying and wonderful in every way: I want to create the perfect organism.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that… where would you suggest I go instead?”
he grumbles, lowering his sword a bit. “What do you want, and why are you on this ship?”
“I wouldn’t know, everywhere is dangerous, I do believe you will be able to keep them safe either way, I am no one at all.”
“Would you believe that I just woke up here?” He says meekly, slowly trying to step back towards the ocean.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*hi, Captain!*
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*exactly a square inch. howdy arch*
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aria is testing copious amounts coal and Prime Elements
Voidras is raising a massive gemstone tower. Humans flock to it, finding the lower levels safe and hospitable as dragons and the Will themselves build higher and higher
The Strata Skeleton is moving animals and relocating plants out of an area under high risk of collapse due to unstable caves
Baasal is relaxing in his gold and marble palace
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
a similar castle made of clouds floats over Baasal's palace. it's followed by thunder
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Sensing an opportunity, Baasal creates a perch of wind and flies up to meet anyone who would happen to be inside.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
he is greeted by a featureless humanoid. "ഡӘ╙ᑢစ㎥Ә ┯စ ┯ႬӘ ᘓშꕷţ╙Ә ⎢Π ┯ႬӘ ᔑꝅႾ ᔑ༏𝜞. ⎢ ഡ༏╙╙ ᏰӘ ѧƀ╙Ә ┯စ ᔑӘშţ Ⴤစʯ ᔑႬစ𝜞ţ╙Ⴞ"
*lemme know if you need a translator for the golems*
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*i will not be scared of demon language* *Eurylichus grab the harpoons! As many as you can find!*
Baasal waits patiently for a seat to open up
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*you're kidding, I was just watching neal's get in the water*
"🝈༏ဌႬţ ┯Ⴌ༏ꕷ ഡშႾ ᔑ༏𝜞" the golem leads Baasal to a table made of crystal and gold. floating above the resturant in a chaise lounge is a large crocodilian humanoid in purple royal robes. he looks depressed. "ᘓშΠ ⎢ ₲Әţ Ⴤစʯ ѧΠႾţႬ༏Πဌ ┯စ ᔑţშ𝜞ţ Ⴤစʯ 𝛳բբ?"
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/king of madness/The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*crazy, when’d you join? I did during the Underworld Saga*
”Is he alright? Can I speak with him?” Baasal feels a connection with this will, both of them being wind domain and taking lizard forms.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor