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.
"Would you care" "To visit" "Our home?"
"A get together? Why that sounds splendid! We can make a celebration of it, a festival of newfound friendship!" Visk says delighted, as a being of revelry and celebration.
The leaves fly off, revealing a forest full of two trees, the first vibrant colors that change, the second with black trunks and white leaves. The animals of the forest seem to be slightly decayed, but otherwise act and behave as normal. in the distance is the eye of the forest, a watering hole with a stone floating two meters above at the center, two flames, one a swirl of colors that don't exist, the other pure black with white specks bursting in and out of existence, burst from it. "Hello" "Visk"
*It’s like the war of the godless ones all over again! (Referring to something crazy going on, this is sort of a stretch as well. Did that whole war ever have a name?*
*It’s like the war of the godless ones all over again! (Referring to something crazy going on, this is sort of a stretch as well. Did that whole war ever have a name?*
*I'm pretty sure not.
You go! (Means Godless One (GO). Gotta get our daily stretches in.)*
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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
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
Yamamoto is meditating in a volcano. His flame soldiers marching from out of the volcano.
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
*My battery is extremely low so don't be surprised if I disappear*
Cogintius walks upstairs. "What were you saying?"
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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
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
*My battery is extremely low so don't be surprised if I disappear*
Cogintius walks upstairs. "What were you saying?"
He places his revolver on a table “I want to mock banish me. I’ll remain in the city, in hiding but everyone will think that I am gone, including the spy, whoever that might be.”
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
*My battery is extremely low so don't be surprised if I disappear*
Cogintius walks upstairs. "What were you saying?"
He places his revolver on a table “I want to mock banish me. I’ll remain in the city, in hiding but everyone will think that I am gone, including the spy, whoever that might be.”
"And how are you sure there is a spy?"
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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
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
*My battery is extremely low so don't be surprised if I disappear*
Cogintius walks upstairs. "What were you saying?"
He places his revolver on a table “I want to mock banish me. I’ll remain in the city, in hiding but everyone will think that I am gone, including the spy, whoever that might be.”
"And how are you sure there is a spy?"
“Because I can tell when someone is lying, and he wasn’t good at it.”
*we should have like a list of in universe exclamations related to all of the greater wills, you know, just for fun. I’ve had a character swear on Herionidus’ Coffin before.*
*coronet, you know what you have to do.*
*lol, oh I'm going to have a big list of options to choose from. XD*
*The plant, which I am now naming Cluaran, is lvl 4, has 19,000 power points, and has the additional domains of Wild, Strife, and Treachery.*
Cluaran has grown to a vast size, dominating the mighty highlands where it first sprouted. Its 13 central stalks, which are each roughly 16 or 17 yards in diameter, reach up a full mile, and the leaves at its base flare out in a half-mile radius. Each of its stalks bears a single massive black flower, each of which radiates with gloom and smoke. The main thorns are huge, nearly 10 yards in length, with much smaller (1 yard long) thorns scattered between them. The thorns drip with a black, viscous fluid, that has seeped into the ground, corrupting all the land in a 100-mile radius. The corrupted ground is covered in thick, dense brambles, which climb up the black, twisted trees that are scattered throughout. Strange creatures scamper about, struggling to survive in an inhospitable environment. Large clouds of smoke blanket the lowest points of these highlands, hiding unknowable horrors beneath them...
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
*The plant, which I am now naming Cluaran, is lvl 4, has 19,000 power points, and has the additional domains of Wild, Strife, and Treachery.*
Cluaran has grown to a vast size, dominating the mighty highlands where it first sprouted. Its 13 central stalks, which are each roughly 16 or 17 yards in diameter, reach up a full mile, and the leaves at its base flare out in a half-mile radius. Each of its stalks bears a single massive black flower, each of which radiates with gloom and smoke. The main thorns are huge, nearly 10 yards in length, with much smaller (1 yard long) thorns scattered between them. The thorns drip with a black, viscous fluid, that has seeped into the ground, corrupting all the land in a 100-mile radius. The corrupted ground is covered in thick, dense brambles, which climb up the black, twisted trees that are scattered throughout. Strange creatures scamper about, struggling to survive in an inhospitable environment. Large clouds of smoke blanket the lowest points of these highlands, hiding unknowable horrors beneath them...
*did I miss you introing this originally?*
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*I SWEAR ON THE ETERNAL REVELER’S UNDYING LIFE THAT TERRY IS LYING AND DEFINITELY STOLE THAT PRICELESS PAINTING FROM THE KING*
"Oh, what a lovely home you have my dears"
"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
*I swear on my next life. Because the Twin Flames revive people*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*On Savut’s Tree*
*Wrapped in Fodd’s feathers (meaning innocent or protected)*
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 other two haven't really interacted with any mortals proper, so don't think they would have exclamations for themselves yet*
"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
*Uncoggers (insane)
Coggers (Sane, like me)
More of a stretch then the others, but whatever. (Shrugs)*
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
*It’s like the war of the godless ones all over again! (Referring to something crazy going on, this is sort of a stretch as well. Did that whole war ever have a name?*
*I don’t think foréir would have any exclamations. He doesn’t really go outside and talk to mortals very often*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*I'm pretty sure not.
You go! (Means Godless One (GO). Gotta get our daily stretches in.)*
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
Happy Chaos is still waiting for Cogin. His revolver in one hand as he takes it apart so he could improve upon its design. His clones are throughout the city and the world.
Yamamoto is meditating in a volcano. His flame soldiers marching from out of the volcano.
*My battery is extremely low so don't be surprised if I disappear*
Cogintius walks upstairs. "What were you saying?"
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
He places his revolver on a table “I want to mock banish me. I’ll remain in the city, in hiding but everyone will think that I am gone, including the spy, whoever that might be.”
"And how are you sure there is a spy?"
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
“Because I can tell when someone is lying, and he wasn’t good at it.”
*On Page 260 and found when I first joins. :D*
"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 ones for my chars:
by the past! (tempor) (surprise)
rot in the now! (tempor) (curse)
a long future to you! (tempor) (well-wishing)
rain of the lord! (storm lord) (surprise)
his lightning upon you! (storm lord) (curse)
his wind keep you! (storm lord) (well-wishing)
raghhranth (okhmus) (general emotion)*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*hiya!*
*The plant, which I am now naming Cluaran, is lvl 4, has 19,000 power points, and has the additional domains of Wild, Strife, and Treachery.*
Cluaran has grown to a vast size, dominating the mighty highlands where it first sprouted. Its 13 central stalks, which are each roughly 16 or 17 yards in diameter, reach up a full mile, and the leaves at its base flare out in a half-mile radius. Each of its stalks bears a single massive black flower, each of which radiates with gloom and smoke. The main thorns are huge, nearly 10 yards in length, with much smaller (1 yard long) thorns scattered between them. The thorns drip with a black, viscous fluid, that has seeped into the ground, corrupting all the land in a 100-mile radius. The corrupted ground is covered in thick, dense brambles, which climb up the black, twisted trees that are scattered throughout. Strange creatures scamper about, struggling to survive in an inhospitable environment. Large clouds of smoke blanket the lowest points of these highlands, hiding unknowable horrors beneath them...
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Hey.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*did I miss you introing this originally?*