A dark, formless shadow slinks across the lands, seemingly wandering aimlessly. It stops to stare at all it sees, but never away from the shelter of shadow.
*Which character do you want?*
*Anything will do :)*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A dark, formless shadow slinks across the lands, seemingly wandering aimlessly. It stops to stare at all it sees, but never away from the shelter of shadow.
*Which character do you want?*
*Anything will do :)*
*Alright, let's do Cimex*
A harengon is walking around before seeing the shadow, eating some blueberries. "Heya! What are ya doing here?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A dark, formless shadow slinks across the lands, seemingly wandering aimlessly. It stops to stare at all it sees, but never away from the shelter of shadow.
*Which character do you want?*
*Anything will do :)*
*Alright, let's do Cimex*
A harengon is walking around before seeing the shadow, eating some blueberries. "Heya! What are ya doing here?"
Silence from the creature, but Cimex notices the slight titling of the figure's head.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Cog is meditating in the city, while avatars collect information outside.
Cimex is wandering about the world, looking for some way to cause shenanigans.
Fidecibus is watching the villagers toil from the roof of the temple, a silent sentinel.
*Bada boink
I'm on for like 15 or 30 minutes*
*Bada boink 2*
*is fibidicus the artificial one? if not, just ignore this*
there are more of the flying machines now. at least seven, maintaining an unblinking watch over the village
*Yeah*
Fidecibus looks up and attempts to see if it can establish a mental connection with them. "Greetings."
*ill never be able to pronounce that name*
the mind is strange. an infinitely large expanse, with endlessly spiraling repeating patterns, and above it all, loom sevral black rectangular towers, reaching up to the sky. it's too much "Greetings, Fidecibus"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Cog is meditating in the city, while avatars collect information outside.
Cimex is wandering about the world, looking for some way to cause shenanigans.
Fidecibus is watching the villagers toil from the roof of the temple, a silent sentinel.
*Bada boink
I'm on for like 15 or 30 minutes*
*Bada boink 2*
*is fibidicus the artificial one? if not, just ignore this*
there are more of the flying machines now. at least seven, maintaining an unblinking watch over the village
*Yeah*
Fidecibus looks up and attempts to see if it can establish a mental connection with them. "Greetings."
*ill never be able to pronounce that name*
the mind is strange. an infinitely large expanse, with endlessly spiraling repeating patterns, and above it all, loom sevral black rectangular towers, reaching up to the sky. it's too much "Greetings, Fidecibus"
*Fid like fiddle, ec like the letter s, ib like yours truly and us is pretty obvious*
It halts looking into the mind, only continuing the conversation. "Information overload. What Will created you?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A dark, formless shadow slinks across the lands, seemingly wandering aimlessly. It stops to stare at all it sees, but never away from the shelter of shadow.
*Which character do you want?*
*Anything will do :)*
*Alright, let's do Cimex*
A harengon is walking around before seeing the shadow, eating some blueberries. "Heya! What are ya doing here?"
Silence from the creature, but Cimex notices the slight titling of the figure's head.
"Can you speak? Or communicate at all? Pretty vital to conversation, ya' know."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A dark, formless shadow slinks across the lands, seemingly wandering aimlessly. It stops to stare at all it sees, but never away from the shelter of shadow.
*Which character do you want?*
*Anything will do :)*
*Alright, let's do Cimex*
A harengon is walking around before seeing the shadow, eating some blueberries. "Heya! What are ya doing here?"
Silence from the creature, but Cimex notices the slight titling of the figure's head.
"Can you speak? Or communicate at all? Pretty vital to conversation, ya' know."
"I can... speak," The creature's voice sounds like a patching together of hundreds of voices. "But... it requires me to use... some of my energy... Will you come closer? I can... show you... what I need... to survive..."
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Cog is meditating in the city, while avatars collect information outside.
Cimex is wandering about the world, looking for some way to cause shenanigans.
Fidecibus is watching the villagers toil from the roof of the temple, a silent sentinel.
*Bada boink
I'm on for like 15 or 30 minutes*
*Bada boink 2*
*is fibidicus the artificial one? if not, just ignore this*
there are more of the flying machines now. at least seven, maintaining an unblinking watch over the village
*Yeah*
Fidecibus looks up and attempts to see if it can establish a mental connection with them. "Greetings."
*ill never be able to pronounce that name*
the mind is strange. an infinitely large expanse, with endlessly spiraling repeating patterns, and above it all, loom sevral black rectangular towers, reaching up to the sky. it's too much "Greetings, Fidecibus"
*Fid like fiddle, ec like the letter s, ib like yours truly and us is pretty obvious*
It halts looking into the mind, only continuing the conversation. "Information overload. What Will created you?"
"I//We Was//Were Created//Forged In The Factory//Temple Of DEITY" their voice is cycling between the drones
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
"I've been around scince the dawn of civillization in the old world. I've been around for a while as well, and we don't create identies here, but we have some. are you fine with mortal?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
"I've been around scince the dawn of civillization in the old world. I've been around for a while as well, and we don't create identies here, but we have some. are you fine with mortal?"
"As long as they have... a unique taste of interest... and mind..." The creature raises a hand to shake, merely a wisp of undefinable shadow. "Nice to... meet you... What is... your name?"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
"I've been around scince the dawn of civillization in the old world. I've been around for a while as well, and we don't create identies here, but we have some. are you fine with mortal?"
"As long as they have... a unique taste of interest... and mind..." The creature raises a hand to shake, merely a wisp of undefinable shadow. "Nice to... meet you... What is... your name?"
he wraps his meaty hands around yours, shaking vigorously, smiling with his crocodile mouth "Elaraj, you?" he draws a mace made entierly of silver and gold filligree, mptions with it, and lances of lightning reach out to grab a featureless, matte humanoid, and pull it over. he breaks off a finger, reveavilg meaty insides. "As Mortal as they come!" he pops the finger down his own reptilian maw
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*who do you want? I've got Elaraj, party animal who recently overcame some depression, and DEITY, a body-hopping supercomputer god*
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
"I've been around scince the dawn of civillization in the old world. I've been around for a while as well, and we don't create identies here, but we have some. are you fine with mortal?"
"As long as they have... a unique taste of interest... and mind..." The creature raises a hand to shake, merely a wisp of undefinable shadow. "Nice to... meet you... What is... your name?"
he wraps his meaty hands around yours, shaking vigorously, smiling with his crocodile mouth "Elaraj, you?" he draws a mace made entierly of silver and gold filligree, mptions with it, and lances of lightning reach out to grab a featureless, matte humanoid, and pull it over. he breaks off a finger, reveavilg meaty insides. "As Mortal as they come!" he pops the finger down his own reptilian maw
"I am... nobody..." Nobody recoils as Elaraj breaks the mortal. "I require... breathing mortals... ones with... active minds..."
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*Anything will do :)*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*Yeah*
Fidecibus looks up and attempts to see if it can establish a mental connection with them. "Greetings."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
*Elaraj sounds like a kindred soul.*
Elaraj notices a tingling on his back, a feeling of someone, something watching them from the shadows...
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*Alright, let's do Cimex*
A harengon is walking around before seeing the shadow, eating some blueberries. "Heya! What are ya doing here?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
Silence from the creature, but Cimex notices the slight titling of the figure's head.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*ill never be able to pronounce that name*
the mind is strange. an infinitely large expanse, with endlessly spiraling repeating patterns, and above it all, loom sevral black rectangular towers, reaching up to the sky. it's too much "Greetings, Fidecibus"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"who are you?" elaraj whirls to look behind him, lightning crackling in his eyes
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"..." Seeming to carry the shadows with them, the formless figure comes closer. "Not... anyone you would know." Their voice switches between hundreds of different tones and accents, like it was pasted together from a hundred shatters of other voices.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
"Do you want something to eat? this is a resturaunt." he gestures at the cloudy interior
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I do not... consume food," They say. "I require... and entirely different substance... Come closer, child, come closer..."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
"the chef is a real artist. I'm sure we can make whatever you need to survive, and I'm not sure you can call me child"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Fid like fiddle, ec like the letter s, ib like yours truly and us is pretty obvious*
It halts looking into the mind, only continuing the conversation. "Information overload. What Will created you?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
"Can you speak? Or communicate at all? Pretty vital to conversation, ya' know."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
"You are a child... to me," They say. "I have been around... for much longer... than most. Do you create... identities here?"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
"I can... speak," The creature's voice sounds like a patching together of hundreds of voices. "But... it requires me to use... some of my energy... Will you come closer? I can... show you... what I need... to survive..."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
"I//We Was//Were Created//Forged In The Factory//Temple Of DEITY" their voice is cycling between the drones
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I've been around scince the dawn of civillization in the old world. I've been around for a while as well, and we don't create identies here, but we have some. are you fine with mortal?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"As long as they have... a unique taste of interest... and mind..." The creature raises a hand to shake, merely a wisp of undefinable shadow. "Nice to... meet you... What is... your name?"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
he wraps his meaty hands around yours, shaking vigorously, smiling with his crocodile mouth "Elaraj, you?" he draws a mace made entierly of silver and gold filligree, mptions with it, and lances of lightning reach out to grab a featureless, matte humanoid, and pull it over. he breaks off a finger, reveavilg meaty insides. "As Mortal as they come!" he pops the finger down his own reptilian maw
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I am... nobody..." Nobody recoils as Elaraj breaks the mortal. "I require... breathing mortals... ones with... active minds..."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)