*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
Talric watches for a minute, eyes occasionally glitching between his normal color and purple. "I see...if you are asking for aid....my flames will serve to...accomplish this task..."
Zeon, sensing a bit of bloodlust in its fiery sibling's voice, walks up. "He stated that we need to be stealthy....fighting may not be wise...."
"That will make....the task less....fun....but will I adhere to this......if things go south though.....I will cut loose..." the Sovereign says with a bit of a wild smile.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
Talric watches for a minute, eyes occasionally glitching between his normal color and purple. "I see...if you are asking for aid....my flames will serve to...accomplish this task..."
Zeon, sensing a bit of bloodlust in its fiery sibling's voice, walks up. "He stated that we need to be stealthy....fighting may not be wise...."
"That will make....the task less....fun....but will adhere to this......if things go south though.....I will cut loose..." the Sovereign says with a bit of a wild smile.
It looks a bit worried and squeaks, running back to the rest of the swarm to tell them the plans. They’re getting impatient.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
Talric watches for a minute, eyes occasionally glitching between his normal color and purple. "I see...if you are asking for aid....my flames will serve to...accomplish this task..."
Zeon, sensing a bit of bloodlust in its fiery sibling's voice, walks up. "He stated that we need to be stealthy....fighting may not be wise...."
"That will make....the task less....fun....but will adhere to this......if things go south though.....I will cut loose..." the Sovereign says with a bit of a wild smile.
It looks a bit worried and squeaks, running back to the rest of the swarm to tell them the plans. They’re getting impatient.
Zeon follows. Talric would approach the tree but stand a bit of a distance away. He can sense this tree is more important then the rest in the area, and while he is not afraid of the snakes guarding, he is smart enough to not want to piss off the god that created it by burning it down.
*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
Talric watches for a minute, eyes occasionally glitching between his normal color and purple. "I see...if you are asking for aid....my flames will serve to...accomplish this task..."
Zeon, sensing a bit of bloodlust in its fiery sibling's voice, walks up. "He stated that we need to be stealthy....fighting may not be wise...."
"That will make....the task less....fun....but will adhere to this......if things go south though.....I will cut loose..." the Sovereign says with a bit of a wild smile.
It looks a bit worried and squeaks, running back to the rest of the swarm to tell them the plans. They’re getting impatient.
Zeon follows. Talric would approach the tree but stand a bit of a distance away. He can sense this tree is more important then the rest in the area, and while he its afraid of the snakes guarding, he is smart enough to not want to piss off the god that created it by burning it down.
The rats, although Zeon can’t speak with them, seem to be having some sort of debate. Likely about whether they should obey the guard’s wishes and stay or not.
Zeon watches for a bit, thinking. The guards aren't really the thing to be worried about, the Lady is. But she isn't here and at this rate there is no telling when she would return to try and pursue them. Nor would they know where they are heading. Besides, if the Lady would be so angry as to chase them after all this time, is it really a good idea to even wait for this "judgement of hers". Zeon looks out at Talric, who looks back at Zeon. Both nod, before Zeon walks up to the rats and kneels down.
"If you do not wish to wait any longer.....we are with you.....if this Lady will be a problem later, we deal with it then..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Well, I'm through with the first 105 pages of this thread and I've catalogued 37 greater wills so far, as well as the Cult of Normalcy started by Dave and its successor, the Cult of the Godless Ones. about 300 pages to go*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Well, I'm through with the first 105 pages of this thread and I've catalogued 37 greater wills so far, as well as the Cult of Normalcy started by Dave and its successor, the Cult of the Godless Ones. about 300 pages to go*
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
“Ah. Hello little birds.”
They do not respond, being mundane birds. Or so it might seem.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
“Ah. Hello little birds.”
They do not respond, being mundane birds. Or so it might seem.
“I’m going to assume you are incapable of speech, yet I will still converse with you, only for the sake of doing so.”
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
“Ah. Hello little birds.”
They do not respond, being mundane birds. Or so it might seem.
“I’m going to assume you are incapable of speech, yet I will still converse with you, only for the sake of doing so.”
Fodd walks up behind the man, moving his eyepatch to cover his right eye. “They are, but I can see all that they see. What brings you to this neck of the woods, as it were?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
“Ah. Hello little birds.”
They do not respond, being mundane birds. Or so it might seem.
“I’m going to assume you are incapable of speech, yet I will still converse with you, only for the sake of doing so.”
Fodd walks up behind the man, moving his eyepatch to cover his right eye. “They are, but I can see all that they see. What brings you to this neck of the woods, as it were?”
“The wish of adventure. Nothing more.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
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*Volumdremaak can attune to the deathbloom, I just need to figure out it’s effects... Not too good at making magic items.*
The rat friends of Zeon shriek in terror fleeing to the other side of the tree as the newly formed avatar appears. The lead Rat, however, stays, and even draws nearer, entranced by the flames.
*Gotcha, that's what she does*
Zeon's eyes soon stops glitching as it seems to be back to normal, not even a little charred despite the direct lightning strike or all the fire. It faces the newcomer, studying him curiously.
"You were....the one I sensed coming"
"Yes...I am the fire....that burns within the collective....within the whole....you are the storm...that heralded my arrival....I am....Talric.....Sovereign of Fire" The flaming figure states, steam rising from his body every time a rain drop falls on him. Then he looks around at their environment.
"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
The lead rat gets close to Talric, curious. It doesn’t seem to be bothered by the heat.
The fiery figure looks down at the rat. For a moment he seems to not know what this creature is, but then the rat sees a bit of glitching effect within the eyes, flashing purple briefly before returning to its fiery coal red. "You are....friend to the collective....a fire burns brightly within you....fueling you forward...."
"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
They start to draw something in the dirt again; the cave with the monsters and the fire in it, trying to explain it to Talric.
Talric watches for a minute, eyes occasionally glitching between his normal color and purple. "I see...if you are asking for aid....my flames will serve to...accomplish this task..."
Zeon, sensing a bit of bloodlust in its fiery sibling's voice, walks up. "He stated that we need to be stealthy....fighting may not be wise...."
"That will make....the task less....fun....but will I adhere to this......if things go south though.....I will cut loose..." the Sovereign says with a bit of a wild smile.
"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
It looks a bit worried and squeaks, running back to the rest of the swarm to tell them the plans. They’re getting impatient.
Zeon follows. Talric would approach the tree but stand a bit of a distance away. He can sense this tree is more important then the rest in the area, and while he is not afraid of the snakes guarding, he is smart enough to not want to piss off the god that created it by burning it down.
"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
The rats, although Zeon can’t speak with them, seem to be having some sort of debate. Likely about whether they should obey the guard’s wishes and stay or not.
*cut*
Zeon watches for a bit, thinking. The guards aren't really the thing to be worried about, the Lady is. But she isn't here and at this rate there is no telling when she would return to try and pursue them. Nor would they know where they are heading. Besides, if the Lady would be so angry as to chase them after all this time, is it really a good idea to even wait for this "judgement of hers". Zeon looks out at Talric, who looks back at Zeon. Both nod, before Zeon walks up to the rats and kneels down.
"If you do not wish to wait any longer.....we are with you.....if this Lady will be a problem later, we deal with it then..."
"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
*Well, I'm through with the first 105 pages of this thread and I've catalogued 37 greater wills so far, as well as the Cult of Normalcy started by Dave and its successor, the Cult of the Godless Ones. about 300 pages to go*
"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
*nice job!*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Fodd’s woods have grown slightly, as though expanding to fit the influx of denizens. These people have taken shelter in the longhouses Fodd built, a welcome refuge from the now-burning North.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
An odd man is there. A cutlass always in his hand, a black chain coming from its hilt, wrapped around his arm
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
A few wrens land around him, chirping curiously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah. Hello little birds.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
They do not respond, being mundane birds. Or so it might seem.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’m going to assume you are incapable of speech, yet I will still converse with you, only for the sake of doing so.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Fodd walks up behind the man, moving his eyepatch to cover his right eye. “They are, but I can see all that they see. What brings you to this neck of the woods, as it were?”
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 wish of adventure. Nothing more.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.