The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
"Alrighty. Sounds good."
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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
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
"Alrighty. Sounds good."
"thanks."
The dragon stands patiently, waiting for the storm lord to collect the scales.
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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
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
"Alrighty. Sounds good."
"thanks."
The dragon stands patiently, waiting for the storm lord to collect the scales.
a strong wind blows some off like autumn leaves, and collects them in a pile
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
"Alrighty. Sounds good."
"thanks."
The dragon stands patiently, waiting for the storm lord to collect the scales.
a strong wind blows some off like autumn leaves, and collects them in a pile
the storm lord begins raining on the scales, forming a puddle. lightning strikes the puddle, and it crackles with electricity.
The mythos of order has grown. What a wonderful thing that is. Founded on law and repetition, on sense and logic. But it spreads to the world and brings order and rules to everything that it comes across. The mythos of order is an imbalance in the world. So many greater wills have teamed up on the very concept of universal balance and repetition that it has caused an imbalance. The world is becoming too orderly. How dare they. And the world is still new and greater wills awaken and are created, and can slip through the cracks in reality while the wounds of the infant universe is still fresh. So, triggered by the mythos, this happens yet again. Let’s take a little trip back to the old world, shall we?
the mother snake made her way through the barren and rotted terrain, searching for a safe place. Any safe place. The minor goddess of life and nurturing, of nature and the harshness of the world, needed to find somewhere safe. Not to save herself, she needed to fight in the war against the sea, and the sky, and the mountains. To Find a safe place to hide her most prized possessions, what she had been waiting for and caring for for a hundred years. Her eggs. Her children. She slithers across the ground, finding what she was looking for: a deep, dark cave with a natural hot spring, the resting place of a dead Titan. She coils around the statue monument of the creature, which was long since tarnished and has fallen over, moss growing over it. She places her eggs in the broken statue’s arms, and prayed that the monument’s magic would protect them even after she was long gone.
the mother snake burst out of the mountain, its teeth digging into the skin of the enemy god, as she coils around the evil creature, attempting to snuff out its life. Her deadly venom drained the life from the god quickly, but it wasn’t dead yet. It fought back, and it slashed at the mother snake, drawing blood and injuring her. The evil God’s ally, a wind demon, rushed to its aid, battling the snake with his sword. She couldn’t fight two wills at once, but she could kill at least one of them first. She coiled tighter around the first god, and bit them again and again and again, exhausting herself while swiftly ending the first God’s immortal life, permanently. The wind demon lands a killing blow against the mother snake, and she cries in anguish. The smallest of her eggs hears her pain, and it is filled with malice and a love for chaos, like its mother.
eons later, in the new world, the monument of the Titan has long since turned to dust, and the last strands of its magic have just un woven as the new world begins. Deep underground, deeper Than the underworld which Faltros rules, there is a cave. A tiny, mostly collapsed cave with nothing but a small pool of water and a clutch of snake eggs. As the The smallest egg shakes and hatches into a minuscule viper, with fangs of cold wrought iron and deep blue and dark violet scales, fading to black at its tail. As its first act of malice and chaos, it swallows its unhatched siblings whole. The snake is only perhaps a foot long currently, but it is filled with divine will and is aching with a hunger for chaos in a world slowly being starved of it. It burrows its way up, up, up, into the underworld, where it takes a deep breath and exhales, expelling a dark noxious gas from its nostrils.
this is Baryaba Aemulus (Aemulus for short), the Adversary, Chaotic Evil Arcana domain demon of Curses, black magic, and chaos.
The mythos of order has grown. What a wonderful thing that is. Founded on law and repetition, on sense and logic. But it spreads to the world and brings order and rules to everything that it comes across. The mythos of order is an imbalance in the world. So many greater wills have teamed up on the very concept of universal balance and repetition that it has caused an imbalance. The world is becoming too orderly. How dare they. And the world is still new and greater wills awaken and are created, and can slip through the cracks in reality while the wounds of the infant universe is still fresh. So, triggered by the mythos, this happens yet again. Let’s take a little trip back to the old world, shall we?
the mother snake made her way through the barren and rotted terrain, searching for a safe place. Any safe place. The minor goddess of life and nurturing, of nature and the harshness of the world, needed to find somewhere safe. Not to save herself, she needed to fight in the war against the sea, and the sky, and the mountains. To Find a safe place to hide her most prized possessions, what she had been waiting for and caring for for a hundred years. Her eggs. Her children. She slithers across the ground, finding what she was looking for: a deep, dark cave with a natural hot spring, the resting place of a dead Titan. She coils around the statue monument of the creature, which was long since tarnished and has fallen over, moss growing over it. She places her eggs in the broken statue’s arms, and prayed that the monument’s magic would protect them even after she was long gone.
the mother snake burst out of the mountain, its teeth digging into the skin of the enemy god, as she coils around the evil creature, attempting to snuff out its life. Her deadly venom drained the life from the god quickly, but it wasn’t dead yet. It fought back, and it slashed at the mother snake, drawing blood and injuring her. The evil God’s ally, a wind demon, rushed to its aid, battling the snake with his sword. She couldn’t fight two wills at once, but she could kill at least one of them first. She coiled tighter around the first god, and bit them again and again and again, exhausting herself while swiftly ending the first God’s immortal life, permanently. The wind demon lands a killing blow against the mother snake, and she cries in anguish. The smallest of her eggs hears her pain, and it is filled with malice and a love for chaos, like its mother.
eons later, in the new world, the monument of the Titan has long since turned to dust, and the last strands of its magic have just un woven as the new world begins. Deep underground, deeper Than the underworld which Faltros rules, there is a cave. A tiny, mostly collapsed cave with nothing but a small pool of water and a clutch of snake eggs. As the The smallest egg shakes and hatches into a minuscule viper, with fangs of cold wrought iron and deep blue and dark violet scales, fading to black at its tail. As its first act of malice and chaos, it swallows its unhatched siblings whole. The snake is only perhaps a foot long currently, but it is filled with divine will and is aching with a hunger for chaos in a world slowly being starved of it. It burrows its way up, up, up, into the underworld, where it takes a deep breath and exhales, expelling a dark noxious gas from its nostrils.
this is Baryaba Aemulus (Aemulus for short), the Adversary, Chaotic Evil Arcana domain demon of Curses, black magic, and chaos.
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
The mythos of order has grown. What a wonderful thing that is. Founded on law and repetition, on sense and logic. But it spreads to the world and brings order and rules to everything that it comes across. The mythos of order is an imbalance in the world. So many greater wills have teamed up on the very concept of universal balance and repetition that it has caused an imbalance. The world is becoming too orderly. How dare they. And the world is still new and greater wills awaken and are created, and can slip through the cracks in reality while the wounds of the infant universe is still fresh. So, triggered by the mythos, this happens yet again. Let’s take a little trip back to the old world, shall we?
the mother snake made her way through the barren and rotted terrain, searching for a safe place. Any safe place. The minor goddess of life and nurturing, of nature and the harshness of the world, needed to find somewhere safe. Not to save herself, she needed to fight in the war against the sea, and the sky, and the mountains. To Find a safe place to hide her most prized possessions, what she had been waiting for and caring for for a hundred years. Her eggs. Her children. She slithers across the ground, finding what she was looking for: a deep, dark cave with a natural hot spring, the resting place of a dead Titan. She coils around the statue monument of the creature, which was long since tarnished and has fallen over, moss growing over it. She places her eggs in the broken statue’s arms, and prayed that the monument’s magic would protect them even after she was long gone.
the mother snake burst out of the mountain, its teeth digging into the skin of the enemy god, as she coils around the evil creature, attempting to snuff out its life. Her deadly venom drained the life from the god quickly, but it wasn’t dead yet. It fought back, and it slashed at the mother snake, drawing blood and injuring her. The evil God’s ally, a wind demon, rushed to its aid, battling the snake with his sword. She couldn’t fight two wills at once, but she could kill at least one of them first. She coiled tighter around the first god, and bit them again and again and again, exhausting herself while swiftly ending the first God’s immortal life, permanently. The wind demon lands a killing blow against the mother snake, and she cries in anguish. The smallest of her eggs hears her pain, and it is filled with malice and a love for chaos, like its mother.
eons later, in the new world, the monument of the Titan has long since turned to dust, and the last strands of its magic have just un woven as the new world begins. Deep underground, deeper Than the underworld which Faltros rules, there is a cave. A tiny, mostly collapsed cave with nothing but a small pool of water and a clutch of snake eggs. As the The smallest egg shakes and hatches into a minuscule viper, with fangs of cold wrought iron and deep blue and dark violet scales, fading to black at its tail. As its first act of malice and chaos, it swallows its unhatched siblings whole. The snake is only perhaps a foot long currently, but it is filled with divine will and is aching with a hunger for chaos in a world slowly being starved of it. It burrows its way up, up, up, into the underworld, where it takes a deep breath and exhales, expelling a dark noxious gas from its nostrils.
this is Baryaba Aemulus (Aemulus for short), the Adversary, Chaotic Evil Arcana domain demon of Curses, black magic, and chaos.
*I will be slow. Maybe once a day.* Crotalus has managed to find his way down into one small branch of the underworld. He stalks through the abyssal caverns with his thumbs hooked in his diamondback skin belt.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
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*cut*
The blue-to-bronze dragon nods. "Sure. What for, if I can ask?"
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
"the way i see it, I need a champion, and I feel like that champion should be a dragon-human thing. so, of course, I need to make a dragon-human thing, and I need scales for that."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Alrighty. Sounds good."
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
"thanks."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The dragon stands patiently, waiting for the storm lord to collect the scales.
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
a strong wind blows some off like autumn leaves, and collects them in a pile
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
the storm lord begins raining on the scales, forming a puddle. lightning strikes the puddle, and it crackles with electricity.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*hi*
*new will coming soon!*
*nice. who is it?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Just got a sick new idea*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*the demon lord of curses and dark magic, I was waiting for someone to come on to intro them*
*I volunteer tempor*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The mythos of order has grown. What a wonderful thing that is. Founded on law and repetition, on sense and logic. But it spreads to the world and brings order and rules to everything that it comes across. The mythos of order is an imbalance in the world. So many greater wills have teamed up on the very concept of universal balance and repetition that it has caused an imbalance. The world is becoming too orderly. How dare they. And the world is still new and greater wills awaken and are created, and can slip through the cracks in reality while the wounds of the infant universe is still fresh. So, triggered by the mythos, this happens yet again. Let’s take a little trip back to the old world, shall we?
the mother snake made her way through the barren and rotted terrain, searching for a safe place. Any safe place. The minor goddess of life and nurturing, of nature and the harshness of the world, needed to find somewhere safe. Not to save herself, she needed to fight in the war against the sea, and the sky, and the mountains. To Find a safe place to hide her most prized possessions, what she had been waiting for and caring for for a hundred years. Her eggs. Her children. She slithers across the ground, finding what she was looking for: a deep, dark cave with a natural hot spring, the resting place of a dead Titan. She coils around the statue monument of the creature, which was long since tarnished and has fallen over, moss growing over it. She places her eggs in the broken statue’s arms, and prayed that the monument’s magic would protect them even after she was long gone.
the mother snake burst out of the mountain, its teeth digging into the skin of the enemy god, as she coils around the evil creature, attempting to snuff out its life. Her deadly venom drained the life from the god quickly, but it wasn’t dead yet. It fought back, and it slashed at the mother snake, drawing blood and injuring her. The evil God’s ally, a wind demon, rushed to its aid, battling the snake with his sword. She couldn’t fight two wills at once, but she could kill at least one of them first. She coiled tighter around the first god, and bit them again and again and again, exhausting herself while swiftly ending the first God’s immortal life, permanently. The wind demon lands a killing blow against the mother snake, and she cries in anguish. The smallest of her eggs hears her pain, and it is filled with malice and a love for chaos, like its mother.
eons later, in the new world, the monument of the Titan has long since turned to dust, and the last strands of its magic have just un woven as the new world begins. Deep underground, deeper Than the underworld which Faltros rules, there is a cave. A tiny, mostly collapsed cave with nothing but a small pool of water and a clutch of snake eggs. As the The smallest egg shakes and hatches into a minuscule viper, with fangs of cold wrought iron and deep blue and dark violet scales, fading to black at its tail. As its first act of malice and chaos, it swallows its unhatched siblings whole. The snake is only perhaps a foot long currently, but it is filled with divine will and is aching with a hunger for chaos in a world slowly being starved of it. It burrows its way up, up, up, into the underworld, where it takes a deep breath and exhales, expelling a dark noxious gas from its nostrils.
this is Baryaba Aemulus (Aemulus for short), the Adversary, Chaotic Evil Arcana domain demon of Curses, black magic, and chaos.
tempor walks into the cave
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
*anyone on?*
*anyooooone?*
*I will be slow. Maybe once a day.*
Crotalus has managed to find his way down into one small branch of the underworld. He stalks through the abyssal caverns with his thumbs hooked in his diamondback skin belt.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)