*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Does the king need to know?”
“Well…yeah. I work for him. And he’ll most definitely smite me if I betray him. As I would do for him if the roles were reversed. We have a mutual understanding in this regard, y’see.”
“It doesn’t matter much, people travel to and from the underworld all of the time and he has no idea. We only need a small bit.”
“Bit of what?”
“Of time. Look, what would convince you to let us past you without alerting Faltros?”
”you mean why would I help someone weaker then me….well, because I care about these people. They are my friends and family. And just because I might be physically or magically stronger doesn’t mean they can’t contribute. All of us have our strength and talents.”
’If someone told before my anointment as the Night Mother’s champion that part of my job would be to have a philosophical and moral debate on the ethics of eating one’s own species with a strange demon crow thing, I’d have laughed in that guys face. Jokes on me it seems’ He thinks, reflecting on what has led him to this current interaction.
*dangit there’s already a character with the epithet “night mother”*
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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.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
“Never heard of him”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
“Never heard of him”
“Wow, where have you been living for the past few years? So, basically, he’s kind of a big deal. He rules everything under the surface and the souls of all who sin upon their fellow man, and the host of the heinous and bloody are gathered about him.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
“Never heard of him”
“Wow, where have you been living for the past few years? So, basically, he’s kind of a big deal. He rules everything under the surface and the souls of all who sin upon their fellow man, and the host of the heinous and bloody are gathered about him.”
“Our whole lives in the sky. So he collects the souls of bad people. Is it because he is punishing them, or because he is also a bad person and misery loves company.” He says bluntly and with a straight face.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Archfey: I love friendship and making friends and having tea parties and little bit of horror to throw into the mix but not much!*
*Archfey’s characters: ALL IS DEATH, PLAGUE AND ROT, THE SKY IS FALLING AND CITY WILL BURN, SUFFERING CAN INLY CAUSE SUFFERING BUT I MJST KILL NONETHELESS- oh my great goodness his name is Ratholomew!*
*lol*
*Then you have are friendly neighborhood Gibber who created two characters so they could fight themself*
*indeedy!*
anyways
Arsendir is almost done crafting a magic bird.
the rats are so, so, so close to the underworld.
the crows at the kingdom of duality have gotten bigger. They don’t seem to stop growing, and their legs are much longer comparatively and their feathers drape around them like cloaks. Their wings have little hooks at the ends of them to let them hook onto trees or prey.
Balatro is serenely plucking bones from the dust as though they were flowers in his gardens. He straightens, holding a pile of human remains scoured clean by desert wind, and notices the rats. He waves exuberantly to them.
The swarm pauses, curiously chittering to themself about the presence of Balatro.
Balatro walks over to them. “Hey li’l mice! What’re you doing out here? I thought the harsh nature of lands untouched since the ravaging of the Old World couldn’t sustain the likes of you!”
They spread out and their leader, a very clean rat with white and grey fur, approaches. They chitter something to Balatro, and because god magic that roughly translates to, “we had a Job to do.”
“Ooh, that job being?”
“To carry out the king’s work. We are close to the underworld, correct?”
“Which king?”
“It matters naught. We are close?”
“No, it kinda matters.” Balatro shifts, holding the bones under one arm. “Y’see, the king down low might not be too happy if some strangers came down.”
“Who is the King Down Low?” Zeon asks bluntly
“Faltros…? Big horned guy? Always beefing with basically everyone on the surface?”
“Never heard of him”
“Wow, where have you been living for the past few years? So, basically, he’s kind of a big deal. He rules everything under the surface and the souls of all who sin upon their fellow man, and the host of the heinous and bloody are gathered about him.”
“Our whole lives in the sky. So he collects the souls of bad people. Is it because he is punishing them, or because he is also a bad person and misery loves company.” He says bluntly and with a straight face.
“Man I don’t know. But they’re here. And they’re real fun. You sound like you’re kinda boring, honestly. Who cares about morality when you could die any day? Absurd hedonism is the only sane way to live.”
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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.
“Our whole lives in the sky. So he collects the souls of bad people. Is it because he is punishing them, or because he is also a bad person and misery loves company.” He says bluntly and with a straight face.
“Man I don’t know. But they’re here. And they’re real fun. You sound like you’re kinda boring, honestly. Who cares about morality when you could die any day? Absurd hedonism is the only sane way to live.”
Zeon just shrugs. “I just don’t see the point on collecting souls, weird ethereal things that lost the physical connection to the world, the “life” that make them interesting.”
“Our whole lives in the sky. So he collects the souls of bad people. Is it because he is punishing them, or because he is also a bad person and misery loves company.” He says bluntly and with a straight face.
“Man I don’t know. But they’re here. And they’re real fun. You sound like you’re kinda boring, honestly. Who cares about morality when you could die any day? Absurd hedonism is the only sane way to live.”
Zeon just shrugs. “I just don’t see the point on collecting souls, weird ethereal things that lost the physical connection to the world, the “life” that make them interesting.”
“Because they can get turned into devils. And devils are fun.”
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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.
”you mean why would I help someone weaker then me….well, because I care about these people. They are my friends and family. And just because I might be physically or magically stronger doesn’t mean they can’t contribute. All of us have our strength and talents.”
’If someone told before my anointment as the Night Mother’s champion that part of my job would be to have a philosophical and moral debate on the ethics of eating one’s own species with a strange demon crow thing, I’d have laughed in that guys face. Jokes on me it seems’ He thinks, reflecting on what has led him to this current interaction.
*dangit there’s already a character with the epithet “night mother”*
*I wouldn’t be opposed to changing it to another one of her titles (she has like five of them at this point), since she isn’t really a Will of the Night but a will of Darkness itself, like the Shadowfell kind of darkness. It’s just one of the easier ones to type out typically.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Of time. Look, what would convince you to let us past you without alerting Faltros?”
*dangit there’s already a character with the epithet “night mother”*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Never heard of him”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*Arch cut*
Balatro grins. “Hmmm. It depends on the extent of your ability. Do you think you can have your little rat guys collect bones for 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.
“Wow, where have you been living for the past few years? So, basically, he’s kind of a big deal. He rules everything under the surface and the souls of all who sin upon their fellow man, and the host of the heinous and bloody are gathered about him.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Our whole lives in the sky. So he collects the souls of bad people. Is it because he is punishing them, or because he is also a bad person and misery loves company.” He says bluntly and with a straight face.
"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
“Just… regular bones?”
“Yeah! Of any kind, but human would be best.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Alright… and you’ll let us go without Faltros’ knowledge?”
“Man I don’t know. But they’re here. And they’re real fun. You sound like you’re kinda boring, honestly. Who cares about morality when you could die any day? Absurd hedonism is the only sane way to live.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh no. I’ll still tell him. But this is an oath to just let you pass, not let you pass unnoticed.” He smiles maliciously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What do you think we could possibly do that would require the attention of Faltros? It may just anger him.”
“It’ll anger him a hell of a lot less than finding a pack of rats scampering around HIS kingdom unannounced.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We’re rats. Would he really be all that concerned?”
Zeon just shrugs. “I just don’t see the point on collecting souls, weird ethereal things that lost the physical connection to the world, the “life” that make them interesting.”
"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 can tell when things aren’t as they seem. Speaking of, have you seen those big puddles of chaos lying around here? Pretty weird.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Because they can get turned into devils. And devils are fun.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Puddles of chaos? Explain.”
“The technicolor nightmare ponds. I saw a lizard fall into one and it hasn’t surfaced. They flash different colors and kind of expand.”
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 wouldn’t be opposed to changing it to another one of her titles (she has like five of them at this point), since she isn’t really a Will of the Night but a will of Darkness itself, like the Shadowfell kind of darkness. It’s just one of the easier ones to type out typically.*
"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