Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Visk watches the leaves drift by "Ahhhh....the beauty of nature, such a delight. Oh! Maybe when I settle someplace we can have a celebration to honor this beautiful world of ours."
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Visk watches the leaves drift by "Ahhhh....the beauty of nature, such a delight. Oh! Maybe when I settle someplace we can have a celebration to honor this beautiful world of ours."
The leaves drift towards and around Visk, starting as a paper thin wall, but as more appear from other places, it becomes so thick that nearly no light can be seen. At this point, Visk hears a voice speak through each individual leaf. "Beauty in life". It is followed by another. "Beauty in all" "We are the" "Twin Flames" "Hello friend"
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
Visk would grab the bleeding man with his mouth and uses his long tail to scoop up any of the ones still walking beside him and plopping them onto his back
"Such rude little flowers" Visk says quickly backing away with his charges before he breathes out a cone of multi-color fire at the flowers to try and deter them.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
*Now I'm wondering what Wills would say when surprised like that. They wouldn't say, "Oh (god name)" for obvious reasons.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Visk watches the leaves drift by "Ahhhh....the beauty of nature, such a delight. Oh! Maybe when I settle someplace we can have a celebration to honor this beautiful world of ours."
The leaves drift towards and around Visk, starting as a paper thin wall, but as more appear from other places, it becomes so thick that nearly no light can be seen. At this point, Visk hears a voice speak through each individual leaf. "Beauty in life". It is followed by another. "Beauty in all" "We are the" "Twin Flames" "Hello friend"
"Why, warm greetings Twin Flames. A pleasure to make your acquaintances." He says, seemingly unfazed by this strange phenomena, his voice jovial and cozy.
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
*Now I'm wondering what Wills would say when surprised like that. They wouldn't say, "Oh (god name)" for obvious reasons.*
*mm yes, that would be quite weird. But the Crown of Slaughter would actually probably just say Oh Herionidus. Maybe. I’ll Need to think about that*
*I’ve been coming up with expressions for Herionidians to use in relation to Herionidus for fun*
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
*Now I'm wondering what Wills would say when surprised like that. They wouldn't say, "Oh (god name)" for obvious reasons.*
*Maybe something like “HOLY ME!”*
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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.
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
Visk would grab the bleeding man with his mouth and uses his long tail to scoop up any of the ones still walking beside him and plopping them onto his back
"Such rude little flowers" Visk says quickly backing away with his charges before he breathes out a cone of multi-color fire at the flowers to try and deter them.
The flowers, scorched and hurt, move away to their original position. The petals of the flowers that hurt the man have turned bright red.
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
*Now I'm wondering what Wills would say when surprised like that. They wouldn't say, "Oh (god name)" for obvious reasons.*
*Maybe something like “HOLY ME!”*
*Oh for the love of Me!*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The UNKNOWABLE finally lifts itself from the Well of Passage. It slowly shifts, then turns to the east and begins to walk toward the twisted domain of the Twin Flames.
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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.
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Visk watches the leaves drift by "Ahhhh....the beauty of nature, such a delight. Oh! Maybe when I settle someplace we can have a celebration to honor this beautiful world of ours."
The leaves drift towards and around Visk, starting as a paper thin wall, but as more appear from other places, it becomes so thick that nearly no light can be seen. At this point, Visk hears a voice speak through each individual leaf. "Beauty in life". It is followed by another. "Beauty in all" "We are the" "Twin Flames" "Hello friend"
"Why, warm greetings Twin Flames. A pleasure to make your acquaintances." He says, seemingly unfazed by this strange phenomena, his voice jovial and cozy.
Visk meanwhile is reaching the outskirts of the Valley with his small band of Herionidians, ready to take the search for his sister elsewhere and get these people to a safe haven. He has been playing music and singing, telling stories and jokes, and over all keeping the atmosphere lively and carefree.
"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
He stumbles upon a large patch of Snow White flowers, blooming in an area of a few hundred feet. They’re beautiful, but their petals seem sharp and serrated.
A herd of sentient leaves rush out of the swirling forest, drifting through the wind as if they control it, going as far as the eye can see. They fly in and out of the many landscapes created by the divine, seemingly unaffected by harsh conditions.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Oh, what lovely little flowers. Alas, it seems they are uninterested in company, a bit too prickly it seems." The Jovial Drake chuckles to himself as he begins to walk around the area as he gives the flowers a wide berth, a trail of multicolored flowers being left behind. "Now then, I can sense a large congregation of power this way. Maybe she is amongst them"
"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
Visk watches the leaves drift by "Ahhhh....the beauty of nature, such a delight. Oh! Maybe when I settle someplace we can have a celebration to honor this beautiful world of ours."
"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
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, writing in his book about the nature of Greater Wills.
Faltros is in his palace, relaxing after yet another victory.
Gibber is pondering Will ideas.
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
It seems that the flowers are slowly drifting towards them, as if they were on an ocean wave. A Herionidian walks in the quickly approaching field of flowers and yelps as the petals cut his leg, drawing blood.
”So, who exactly are you looking for- OH HERIONIDUS WHAT’S HAPPENING-“ one of the Herionidians yells as he sees the tide of strange flowers.
Arsendir walks into the T.O.M.
”Uh… hello, Cogintius.” He says in his usual nervous sounding fashion.
He puts away the book. "Yes?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
The leaves drift towards and around Visk, starting as a paper thin wall, but as more appear from other places, it becomes so thick that nearly no light can be seen. At this point, Visk hears a voice speak through each individual leaf. "Beauty in life". It is followed by another. "Beauty in all" "We are the" "Twin Flames" "Hello friend"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Visk would grab the bleeding man with his mouth and uses his long tail to scoop up any of the ones still walking beside him and plopping them onto his back
"Such rude little flowers" Visk says quickly backing away with his charges before he breathes out a cone of multi-color fire at the flowers to try and deter them.
"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
*Now I'm wondering what Wills would say when surprised like that. They wouldn't say, "Oh (god name)" for obvious reasons.*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"Why, warm greetings Twin Flames. A pleasure to make your acquaintances." He says, seemingly unfazed by this strange phenomena, his voice jovial and cozy.
"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
*mm yes, that would be quite weird. But the Crown of Slaughter would actually probably just say Oh Herionidus. Maybe. I’ll Need to think about that*
*I’ve been coming up with expressions for Herionidians to use in relation to Herionidus for fun*
*Maybe something like “HOLY ME!”*
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 flowers, scorched and hurt, move away to their original position. The petals of the flowers that hurt the man have turned bright red.
*Oh for the love of Me!*
"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
Various Burning Birds fly around. More than normal
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
The UNKNOWABLE finally lifts itself from the Well of Passage. It slowly shifts, then turns to the east and begins to walk toward the twisted domain of the Twin Flames.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Would you care" "To visit" "Our home?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!