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..."
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
"Priority: Clear out overload... Cleared. Priority: Adding this information... Information added. Could you elaborate further on this being?"
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..."
"Ah, alright then." He steps up.
*Sorry, have to leave. Bye!!!*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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..."
*Cut with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
*Cut with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
He's empty eyed for a second, but able to snap out of it. *Greater Will* "That was... Something. Or nothing, for a better term. Ok, what was that?"
*Cut with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
He's empty eyed for a second, but able to snap out of it. *Greater Will* "That was... Something. Or nothing, for a better term. Ok, what was that?"
"An effect... of my aura..." They say. "Ignore it... it will pass... just come closer..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
*Cut with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
He's empty eyed for a second, but able to snap out of it. *Greater Will* "That was... Something. Or nothing, for a better term. Ok, what was that?"
"An effect... of my aura..." They say. "Ignore it... it will pass... just come closer..."
*Okay, really do have to go now. Farewell, friend!*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
*Cut with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
He's empty eyed for a second, but able to snap out of it. *Greater Will* "That was... Something. Or nothing, for a better term. Ok, what was that?"
"An effect... of my aura..." They say. "Ignore it... it will pass... just come closer..."
*Okay, really do have to go now. Farewell, friend!*
*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..."
"this one's alive alright! their joints stiffen up otherwise, but here" he taps the mortal's head, and they start screaming, their mouth breaking the chocolate prison
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
There is a fleet of whalers patrolling the waters of Sargassa’s territory, the sea stormy and the waves rough. They’ve harpooned a whale and are in the process of killing it, as it calls for help from Sargassa or… one of her children.
Aaravi has finished establishing the path of the monsoon. It rains much more often all throughout, most intense around Aaravi. She finds a place at a lower elevation, and in one swift move, she breaks the earth apart around her, forming a giant gorge with rocky outcroppings on both sides. The torrential rains as well as the flood traveling downhill flows into the gorge, creating a magnificent, shimmering cascade in the dawn’s light. (For reference, imagine Victoria Falls)
in some old, forgotten, dead husk of a forest, with hungry animals, dying, sick trees, and a stream flowing through it and the nearby small town of Alderfell, somewhere west of the City of Peace, a juvenile wolf goes mad. Salivating heavily, wild eyes, panting heavily, dehydrated to an extreme, it’s sick, and it’s dying, and it’s ravenous. A hunter from Alderfell is looking for deer to hunt, and comes upon this wolf. His name is Trajan. Confused, and a bit frightened, he backs away from the wolf and readies his bow to shoot it. Seeing Trajan, the wolf lunges towards him, its teeth plunging into the flesh of his leg. He backs off and lets loose an arrow, screaming. It kills the juvenile wolf immediately. Injured, he slowly but surely limps back from the woods to his village, the wolf in tow. He has no idea of the death already making its way through his nerves, already silently working to end his sad life. All it takes is one bite, one bite for Rabies to take hold. Lyssa, cackling with glee as she dooms the poor human, has played her first move.
introducing Lyssa, Plague, Fear, Trickery and Flesh domain goddess of Rabies.
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
"Priority: Clear out overload... Cleared. Priority: Adding this information... Information added. Could you elaborate further on this being?"
"DEITY Is What You Might Call A Greater Will. A Fellow Machine//God, Created By Mortals Long Ago"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
elaraj sighs. "this is the part I don't like. say... 200 power points?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
elaraj sighs. "this is the part I don't like. say... 200 power points?"
"Fair enough," Nobody gathers his essence, his energy, and gives Elaraj the power points. "I will take... the mortal... with me... Farewell..."
He floats away into the distance, touching a tree and watching it become so un-unique, bland and boring, then grow back into an amazing, unique tree.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
elaraj sighs. "this is the part I don't like. say... 200 power points?"
"Fair enough," Nobody gathers his essence, his energy, and gives Elaraj the power points. "I will take... the mortal... with me... Farewell..."
He floats away into the distance, touching a tree and watching it become so un-unique, bland and boring, then grow back into an amazing, unique tree.
Nobody leads the mortal away form Elaraj, frowning. "Tell me, child... where is your... boyfriend? I will... take you... to him..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
"I don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
elaraj sighs. "this is the part I don't like. say... 200 power points?"
"Fair enough," Nobody gathers his essence, his energy, and gives Elaraj the power points. "I will take... the mortal... with me... Farewell..."
He floats away into the distance, touching a tree and watching it become so un-unique, bland and boring, then grow back into an amazing, unique tree.
Nobody leads the mortal away form Elaraj, frowning. "Tell me, child... where is your... boyfriend? I will... take you... to him..."
"he's dead. that demon killed him after he tried to wake everyone up from his party"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
"Ah, alright then." He steps up.
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
"Priority: Clear out overload... Cleared. Priority: Adding this information... Information added. Could you elaborate further on this being?"
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
*Sorry, have to leave. Bye!!!*
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)
*See ya later!*
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 with Gibber. Turns out, I don't have to leave!*
As Cimex nears, he feels his very personality, his memories and his shaping of his life begin to melt and drain away, leaving behind a bland... nothing.
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's empty eyed for a second, but able to snap out of it. *Greater Will* "That was... Something. Or nothing, for a better term. Ok, what was that?"
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
"An effect... of my aura..." They say. "Ignore it... it will pass... just 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)
*Okay, really do have to go now. Farewell, friend!*
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)
*Farewell! (NPC esque wave)*
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
"this one's alive alright! their joints stiffen up otherwise, but here" he taps the mortal's head, and they start screaming, their mouth breaking the chocolate prison
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
*Cut with Capatin*
"Do they... have a particularly.... interesting... personality?" Nobody inspects the mortal carefully.
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 don't really know. tell the shadow about yourself!" he smack the mortal on the back. he leans in close "do it, and I'll cauterize your finger". the mortal sucks through their teeth "i-i was a songwriter, I have," he corrects himself "had a boyfriend, he always said I was funny, I don't know, I don't know" elaraj smiles, and zaps the stump, cauterizing the wound
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
There is a fleet of whalers patrolling the waters of Sargassa’s territory, the sea stormy and the waves rough. They’ve harpooned a whale and are in the process of killing it, as it calls for help from Sargassa or… one of her children.
Aaravi has finished establishing the path of the monsoon. It rains much more often all throughout, most intense around Aaravi. She finds a place at a lower elevation, and in one swift move, she breaks the earth apart around her, forming a giant gorge with rocky outcroppings on both sides. The torrential rains as well as the flood traveling downhill flows into the gorge, creating a magnificent, shimmering cascade in the dawn’s light. (For reference, imagine Victoria Falls)
in some old, forgotten, dead husk of a forest, with hungry animals, dying, sick trees, and a stream flowing through it and the nearby small town of Alderfell, somewhere west of the City of Peace, a juvenile wolf goes mad. Salivating heavily, wild eyes, panting heavily, dehydrated to an extreme, it’s sick, and it’s dying, and it’s ravenous. A hunter from Alderfell is looking for deer to hunt, and comes upon this wolf. His name is Trajan. Confused, and a bit frightened, he backs away from the wolf and readies his bow to shoot it. Seeing Trajan, the wolf lunges towards him, its teeth plunging into the flesh of his leg. He backs off and lets loose an arrow, screaming. It kills the juvenile wolf immediately. Injured, he slowly but surely limps back from the woods to his village, the wolf in tow. He has no idea of the death already making its way through his nerves, already silently working to end his sad life. All it takes is one bite, one bite for Rabies to take hold. Lyssa, cackling with glee as she dooms the poor human, has played her first move.
introducing Lyssa, Plague, Fear, Trickery and Flesh domain goddess of Rabies.
Nobody frowns. "Come with me, child... What is... his price?"
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)
"DEITY Is What You Might Call A Greater Will. A Fellow Machine//God, Created By Mortals Long Ago"
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
elaraj sighs. "this is the part I don't like. say... 200 power points?"
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
"Fair enough," Nobody gathers his essence, his energy, and gives Elaraj the power points. "I will take... the mortal... with me... Farewell..."
He floats away into the distance, touching a tree and watching it become so un-unique, bland and boring, then grow back into an amazing, unique tree.
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)
Nobody leads the mortal away form Elaraj, frowning. "Tell me, child... where is your... boyfriend? I will... take you... to him..."
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's dead. that demon killed him after he tried to wake everyone up from his party"
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
*Chibi Bas https://www.pixilart.com/photo/bas-chibi-owo-aea065d3be80f4b owo :3*
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.