Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
“Walking….observing….there is something below….I feel a rumble underneath the earth…It’s seems to be originating….from under us….”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
“Walking….observing….there is something below….I feel a rumble underneath the earth…It’s seems to be originating….from under us….”
“Something beneath us? What do you mean? What is it?”
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
“Walking….observing….there is something below….I feel a rumble underneath the earth…It’s seems to be originating….from under us….”
“Something beneath us? What do you mean? What is it?”
The Emperor would slowly walk to the bank of the river, stepping back onto the ground. It moves slowly as to not alarm the humans. Then he places a hand on the group to get a better sense of what might be below.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Below the surface of the water are a plethora of water plants and fish, multicolored and very large. Various weeds and kelps grow from the bottom of the river, great greens and blues and reds, stalks moving slowly in a circle, searching for something to grab onto.
The Emperor watches in fascination, intrigued by the vast variousness of life and vibrancy that exists with the confines of the water. It lowers its hand to touch it, feeling all the minerals and microscopic life that flows within each drop. It stares at the small bit of water cupped in its hand in contemplation.
The water of the River Herionidus is indeed very rich with life, ever single drop teeming with organisms sharing the plentiful resources the water provides. The emperor then notices a small fish tangled up in one of those kelps, the kelp slowly wrapping around it. It seems the kelp is carnivorous.
It watches. These creatures consume, like fire that thirst for oxygen and hungers for kindling. So too do these creatures hunger and thirst, the fires of life ever burning until nothing but ashes remain. After a bit, the Emperor begins to walk on the water, following the river’s path towards some of the camps, always followed by warm rain and the low rumblings of thunder.
The Herionidians watch the emperor with caution, slightly concerned as they See the emperor walk on water like that. They raise silver weapons in fear, spears and swords and daggers, preparing for whatever is to come.
almost out…
almost free…
the heir of Herionidus shall continue their legacy…
there is a sort of… presence that the emperor can feel, a low rumbling in the earth weighing down upon this small part of the valley. (The valley being hundreds of miles across, it’s giant.)
The Emperor notices the presence deep underground, keeping and ear to it as it sees the Herionidians gather their weapons. It would stop walking and observe them, noticing their fear but doing nothing to provoke a reaction. The Emperor looks small and child-like, but even from a distance the piercing and electrifying purple eyes and purple lightning horns are visible. It is silent and still.
One of them gets closer, to the water’s edge.
”Who Are you?!?” They shout, holding their spear out in front of them. They try and look menacing but mostly just look scared.
“This form…is known as the Emperor of Lightning….Zeon.” The voice is smooth and calm, but a soft echo of Xezithic’s elemental voice speaks under the surface.
“Tell me….what is this place…?”
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
“Walking….observing….there is something below….I feel a rumble underneath the earth…It’s seems to be originating….from under us….”
“Something beneath us? What do you mean? What is it?”
The Emperor would slowly walk to the bank of the river, stepping back onto the ground. It moves slowly as to not alarm the humans. Then he places a hand on the group to get a better sense of what might be below.
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
“ They will emerge…at nightfall….steel yourselves….I know not there intentions…..” The Emperor says before he bolts like lightning in the direction of where the creatures and Savut’s followers are.
*Think high level monk with extra speed double dashing while under the haste spell. Very fast*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
“ They will emerge…at nightfall….steel yourselves….I know not there intentions…..” The Emperor says before he bolts like lightning in the direction of where the creatures and Savut’s followers are.
*Think high level monk with extra speed double dashing while under the haste spell. Very fast*
Savut’s followers have been slowly but surely mining what will eventually be a reliable exit to the valley. They’re building it because the river is too dangerous and the gravediggers pose too much of a threat to live with. A portion of the horde beneath the ground is slowly pooling around this area, ready to use it as a possible escape.
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
“ They will emerge…at nightfall….steel yourselves….I know not there intentions…..” The Emperor says before he bolts like lightning in the direction of where the creatures and Savut’s followers are.
*Think high level monk with extra speed double dashing while under the haste spell. Very fast*
Savut’s followers have been slowly but surely mining what will eventually be a reliable exit to the valley. They’re building it because the river is too dangerous and the gravediggers pose too much of a threat to live with. A portion of the horde beneath the ground is slowly pooling around this area, ready to use it as a possible escape.
The Emperor would zip to the mining site before abruptly stopping, looking around.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
“ They will emerge…at nightfall….steel yourselves….I know not there intentions…..” The Emperor says before he bolts like lightning in the direction of where the creatures and Savut’s followers are.
*Think high level monk with extra speed double dashing while under the haste spell. Very fast*
Savut’s followers have been slowly but surely mining what will eventually be a reliable exit to the valley. They’re building it because the river is too dangerous and the gravediggers pose too much of a threat to live with. A portion of the horde beneath the ground is slowly pooling around this area, ready to use it as a possible escape.
The Emperor would zip to the mining site before abruptly stopping, looking around.
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
It’s climbing its way higher, to the surface. Under the cover of darkness they will emerge, just as the light disappears that would otherwise drive them away… the mass feels desperate, and hungry, and fearful.
”a swarm… you mean, the swarm, the will that ended our great Herionidus, or… something else?” He says, fearful.
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
It’s climbing its way higher, to the surface. Under the cover of darkness they will emerge, just as the light disappears that would otherwise drive them away… the mass feels desperate, and hungry, and fearful.
”a swarm… you mean, the swarm, the will that ended our great Herionidus, or… something else?” He says, fearful.
“My knowledge….of this world is….non-existence…but it seeks the surface….and it is coming here….so….as the light leaves the sky….” The Emperor says as it looks at them.
”Why do you dig…?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
It’s climbing its way higher, to the surface. Under the cover of darkness they will emerge, just as the light disappears that would otherwise drive them away… the mass feels desperate, and hungry, and fearful.
”a swarm… you mean, the swarm, the will that ended our great Herionidus, or… something else?” He says, fearful.
“My knowledge….of this world is….non-existence…but it seeks the surface….and it is coming here….so….as the light leaves the sky….” The Emperor says as it looks at them.
”Why do you dig…?”
“To escape the Gravediggers, the priests of Herionidus. They’re… not human anymore. But you’re saying that this swarm will surface at nightfall?”
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
It’s climbing its way higher, to the surface. Under the cover of darkness they will emerge, just as the light disappears that would otherwise drive them away… the mass feels desperate, and hungry, and fearful.
”a swarm… you mean, the swarm, the will that ended our great Herionidus, or… something else?” He says, fearful.
“My knowledge….of this world is….non-existence…but it seeks the surface….and it is coming here….so….as the light leaves the sky….” The Emperor says as it looks at them.
”Why do you dig…?”
“To escape the Gravediggers, the priests of Herionidus. They’re… not human anymore. But you’re saying that this swarm will surface at nightfall?”
“It is what I sense…their speed…the stone can track it.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“The Valley… of Dead Herionidus… What are you doing here, Emperor of Lightning?”
“Walking….observing….there is something below….I feel a rumble underneath the earth…It’s seems to be originating….from under us….”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Something beneath us? What do you mean? What is it?”
The Emperor would slowly walk to the bank of the river, stepping back onto the ground. It moves slowly as to not alarm the humans. Then he places a hand on the group to get a better sense of what might be below.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Movement. The steps of hundreds, no, thousands of scurrying creatures deep below the valley. It echoes throughout the area like tiny tremors, all focused on one specific area… a single creature in the middle of the horde. Identical to the rest yet somehow different, more recognizable. The mass of creatures is trying to find a way out of the valley.
“I feel…movement….thousands….controlled by one….they are scurrying….”
The Emperor tries to discern the direction they are attempted to head, if any can be.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Do you know… what they are?”
their movements are mostly scattered, but they are generally heading up, as well as either towards the river entrance to the valley, or towards an entrance slowly being mined through the cliffs by followers of Savut. Each individual creature is tiny, but together the collective mass of their movement is tremendous, and with the Emperor’s senses, they can feel the tremors they are sending out throughout the valley.
*hello*
“It feels…like a swarm….tiny individuals….massive collective. trying to head up….there…and there.” The emperor points in the two directions.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Those… are the only two ways out of the valley… so you’re saying it’s trying to escape… i don’t know what it is… but what it could be is scary enough…” he ponders, looking around as if whatever is below them will burst out of the ground at any moment.
the emperor senses that they are getting close to the surface. Within a bit less than a day, they would probably make it above ground. They would arrive just as night falls.
“ They will emerge…at nightfall….steel yourselves….I know not there intentions…..” The Emperor says before he bolts like lightning in the direction of where the creatures and Savut’s followers are.
*Think high level monk with extra speed double dashing while under the haste spell. Very fast*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Savut’s followers have been slowly but surely mining what will eventually be a reliable exit to the valley. They’re building it because the river is too dangerous and the gravediggers pose too much of a threat to live with. A portion of the horde beneath the ground is slowly pooling around this area, ready to use it as a possible escape.
The Emperor would zip to the mining site before abruptly stopping, looking around.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Some Herionidians, who have been working with the followers of Savut, notice him and raise their weapons. Theirs are mostly wood, unlike the others which had silver weapons.
”State your p-purpose!”
"Is- okay?"
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“A swarm….is digging…..underneath…..” It says before placing his hand on the ground again to sense this swarm.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
It’s climbing its way higher, to the surface. Under the cover of darkness they will emerge, just as the light disappears that would otherwise drive them away… the mass feels desperate, and hungry, and fearful.
”a swarm… you mean, the swarm, the will that ended our great Herionidus, or… something else?” He says, fearful.
“My knowledge….of this world is….non-existence…but it seeks the surface….and it is coming here….so….as the light leaves the sky….” The Emperor says as it looks at them.
”Why do you dig…?”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“To escape the Gravediggers, the priests of Herionidus. They’re… not human anymore. But you’re saying that this swarm will surface at nightfall?”
“It is what I sense…their speed…the stone can track it.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills