Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
The flower glows brightly as bright purple nebulas of light form in the sky, almost like an aurora, the lights raining down softly and pooling and swirling like mist, before settling on the ground. Popping out of the earth are a few tables, and popping out of those tables is a magnificent feast fit for the highest of kings. More dining tables, simple and made of semi polished wood with roots and vines growing on them, with wooden stumps for seats and the most amazing scented fruits and meats and wines and honeys imaginable appearing out of thin air from the glowing aurora and the deathbloom’s glow. It doesn’t stop, dozens of feasts appearing second after second. Soon, they’re in the hundreds. The ghostly revelry sit and begin to feast, while others walk around the area happily, snacking on fruits, or others play games or instruments similarly conjured up by the spell. A few daring Herionidians, close to the tree, start to notice something Is going on, starting with the smell.
Savut has organized a meeting with Heriondian leaders.
Balatro has animated a couple skeletons, but they are currently little more than shambling beasts.
Gallitsur is (presumably) now inside the city, marveling at its wonders.
There are around ten of them. Each accompanied by a few guards. One of them asks what the purpose of the meeting is.
“Well, as the past few months have indicated, the Gravediggers seem to no longer have any presence in the Valley. My searches conducted on the rim and in the nearby area have concluded that they seem to have left this region entirely.” She explains to the crowd.
“I see…” one of them says.
”We need to regroup, make a plan if they come back…”
”possibly set up some real defenses…”
“Good idea. I can aid you in that regard, and will supply you with any resources I can that you need. HOWEVER…” She grins. “There, uh, just so happens to be a large and hospitable swamp not far west that would be glad to take you in if necessary.”
“If the valley is safe, I don’t see much reason to leave it…”
”it has enough food to feed a million people…”
”if the gravediggers are gone, then we could just stay at our homeland…”
”a swamp could be a fitting new home if we do need to move…”
the other leaders glare at the last one who spoke.
“Well, I just mean that in the case of the vampires’ return, if they come back with greater force, or are planning some dangerous maneuver while in hiding, it may be necessary to leave. Just in case.” Savut is recalling her confrontation long ago with Crotalus and the refugees.
“Alright, that sounds good. We will be allowed to stay at your marsh domain in case we are ever under attack?”
“Of course. The Twilit Swamp is open to all amicable entrants. As it always shall be.”
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.
Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
The flower glows brightly as bright purple nebulas of light form in the sky, almost like an aurora, the lights raining down softly and pooling and swirling like mist, before settling on the ground. Popping out of the earth are a few tables, and popping out of those tables is a magnificent feast fit for the highest of kings. More dining tables, simple and made of semi polished wood with roots and vines growing on them, with wooden stumps for seats and the most amazing scented fruits and meats and wines and honeys imaginable appearing out of thin air from the glowing aurora and the deathbloom’s glow. It doesn’t stop, dozens of feasts appearing second after second. Soon, they’re in the hundreds. The ghostly revelry sit and begin to feast, while others walk around the area happily, snacking on fruits, or others play games or instruments similarly conjured up by the spell. A few daring Herionidians, close to the tree, start to notice something Is going on, starting with the smell.
She watches curiously, not expecting this to happen. Noticing that some of the Herionidians are beginning to approach and not wanting to draw attention to herself, she gets a quick idea. She transforms into a huge shadowy tree, bark is black as the void with beautiful violet leaves. The Deathbloom is nestled in the center of the trunk where the branches stretch out. Little ghostly wisps float around the tree.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
"I am Slayer, a pleasure to meet you." He bows deeply, never moving his stare from her "You are quite beautiful and seemingly intelligent to boot. Not an attempt to flirt, merely an observation."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
Savut has organized a meeting with Heriondian leaders.
Balatro has animated a couple skeletons, but they are currently little more than shambling beasts.
Gallitsur is (presumably) now inside the city, marveling at its wonders.
There are around ten of them. Each accompanied by a few guards. One of them asks what the purpose of the meeting is.
“Well, as the past few months have indicated, the Gravediggers seem to no longer have any presence in the Valley. My searches conducted on the rim and in the nearby area have concluded that they seem to have left this region entirely.” She explains to the crowd.
“I see…” one of them says.
”We need to regroup, make a plan if they come back…”
”possibly set up some real defenses…”
“Good idea. I can aid you in that regard, and will supply you with any resources I can that you need. HOWEVER…” She grins. “There, uh, just so happens to be a large and hospitable swamp not far west that would be glad to take you in if necessary.”
“If the valley is safe, I don’t see much reason to leave it…”
”it has enough food to feed a million people…”
”if the gravediggers are gone, then we could just stay at our homeland…”
”a swamp could be a fitting new home if we do need to move…”
the other leaders glare at the last one who spoke.
“Well, I just mean that in the case of the vampires’ return, if they come back with greater force, or are planning some dangerous maneuver while in hiding, it may be necessary to leave. Just in case.” Savut is recalling her confrontation long ago with Crotalus and the refugees.
“Alright, that sounds good. We will be allowed to stay at your marsh domain in case we are ever under attack?”
“Of course. The Twilit Swamp is open to all amicable entrants. As it always shall be.”
“Thank you for your kindness. Now… we should probably just check the entire valley To determine what effects the gravedigger’s residence have had on the land…”
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
"I am Slayer, a pleasure to meet you." He bows deeply, never moving his stare from her "You are quite beautiful and seemingly intelligent to boot. Not an attempt to flirt, merely an observation."
*Slayer is the bard that wants to seduce the dragon? XD*
"Hm...well, what brings you to my kingdom Slayer?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
"I am Slayer, a pleasure to meet you." He bows deeply, never moving his stare from her "You are quite beautiful and seemingly intelligent to boot. Not an attempt to flirt, merely an observation."
*Slayer is the bard that wants to seduce the dragon? XD*
"Hm...well, what brings you to my kingdom Slayer?"
*Accurate enough, he's got that accidental charm.*
"I came with the band of muscular warriors. Such a happy group they are."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
Mephilia is hard at work crafting various weapons for SIN's group. Shape blades that strike and slash like the wind and increase the user's speed, mighty battle hammers that slam with thunderous force that can knock opponents back or slam them down creating craters, and arrows that fire like lightning bolts that strike multiple targets at a time.
Slayer watches them work, their eyes analyzing the works. He’s sitting on a chair made of flying bats and sipping a glass of fantastically made wine, occasionally swirling it around in his cup and checking it. She can sometimes see his vampiric fangs when he goes for a sip.
She suddenly feels a foreign presence and turns to him, a bit surprised and wary. Her swarm of swords swirl around her defensively. "Who are you?"
Slayer smiles, his fangs flashing and he begins to applaud her “Took you just long enough to notice. Who I am doesn’t really matter.” He stands up, the bats flying away.
"I suppose its your aura, I've grown very accustom to the presence of undeath and their necrotic energies....however, since you have entered my Temple unannounced, a name would still be appreciated at the very least." She says.
"I am Slayer, a pleasure to meet you." He bows deeply, never moving his stare from her "You are quite beautiful and seemingly intelligent to boot. Not an attempt to flirt, merely an observation."
*Slayer is the bard that wants to seduce the dragon? XD*
"Hm...well, what brings you to my kingdom Slayer?"
*Accurate enough, he's got that accidental charm.*
"I came with the band of muscular warriors. Such a happy group they are."
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
"All I've met is wills with time to burn, seems like we sit on opposite sides of a spectrum." He begins to glow with a purple energy and flexes a hand "I haven't had a good fight in a good long time."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
"All I've met is wills with time to burn, seems like we sit on opposite sides of a spectrum." He begins to glow with a purple energy and flexes a hand "I haven't had a good fight in a good long time."
"Hm....I'd imagine a conflict will arise sooner or later, with the stirrings I have noticed. I simply wish to keep my followers safe from the coming turmoil." She says, glancing back at the Vampire Lord , noticing the energy.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
The flower glows brightly as bright purple nebulas of light form in the sky, almost like an aurora, the lights raining down softly and pooling and swirling like mist, before settling on the ground. Popping out of the earth are a few tables, and popping out of those tables is a magnificent feast fit for the highest of kings. More dining tables, simple and made of semi polished wood with roots and vines growing on them, with wooden stumps for seats and the most amazing scented fruits and meats and wines and honeys imaginable appearing out of thin air from the glowing aurora and the deathbloom’s glow. It doesn’t stop, dozens of feasts appearing second after second. Soon, they’re in the hundreds. The ghostly revelry sit and begin to feast, while others walk around the area happily, snacking on fruits, or others play games or instruments similarly conjured up by the spell. A few daring Herionidians, close to the tree, start to notice something Is going on, starting with the smell.
She watches curiously, not expecting this to happen. Noticing that some of the Herionidians are beginning to approach and not wanting to draw attention to herself, she gets a quick idea. She transforms into a huge shadowy tree, bark is black as the void with beautiful violet leaves. The Deathbloom is nestled in the center of the trunk where the branches stretch out. Little ghostly wisps float around the tree.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
"All I've met is wills with time to burn, seems like we sit on opposite sides of a spectrum." He begins to glow with a purple energy and flexes a hand "I haven't had a good fight in a good long time."
"Hm....I'd imagine a conflict will arise sooner or later, with the stirrings I have noticed. I simply wish to keep my followers safe from the coming turmoil." She says, glancing back at the Vampire Lord , noticing the energy.
"Of course, the safety of those you love is most important, no matter what." She sees his mask of aura of strength momentarily crack but it quickly reforms "I think you are doubtlessly in the right."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
Volumdremaak would fly around, looking for a secluded spot far enough away to not be seen but close enough that those within the Valley will feel the effects of the Deathbloom when she uses it. Her gaze turns towards the tree at its center.
The tree has mostly recovered from the previous fight, its wood mostly having been replaced and its roots regrown or strengthened. It’s a secluded spot where no Herionidian dares venture, a perfect place to use the deathbloom.
She would lower the Deathbloom down so it can take root.
It quickly roots in the soil, and its petals unfurl slightly more and it seems a little brighter, if that’s possible. Wisps of divine magic start emanating from its flower, like starry nebulas growing like roots in the sky.
"Hm...alright....let's see if I can figure this out" She says as she takes a few moments to understand what she learned from attuning to the item to unleash the artifacts Druid Grove and Plant Growth abilities.
Those wisps of divine magic swirl in the air rapidly and expand throughout the valley, as vitality is brought to every living thing there. They start growing uncontrolled and wild, they grow sweeter than ever before, the rotting plants and fish in the water clear up and are washed away, allowing new life to spring up in its place. The very air seems cleaner and sweeter. A soft, welcoming mist, mostly transparent, rolls through the valley and roots rear up in case anything is in need of defense. Other various powers of Druid grove activate as well, only adding to the magical wonder and beauty of the valley.
She watches at the effects unfurl, enjoying the serenity of the area. She then inspects the artifact to see there is anything else it can do to improve the Valley.
She remembers that Herionidus was also a god of death and the afterlife… the bloom radiates faint energies relating to the afterlife, and as a sort of Will of the afterlife as well, she can sense it has a connection with souls, and seems to be drawing them closer to the deathbloom.
She would use the Deathbloom to draw the souls trapped in the Valley to this spot of safety and comfort.
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
The flower glows brightly as bright purple nebulas of light form in the sky, almost like an aurora, the lights raining down softly and pooling and swirling like mist, before settling on the ground. Popping out of the earth are a few tables, and popping out of those tables is a magnificent feast fit for the highest of kings. More dining tables, simple and made of semi polished wood with roots and vines growing on them, with wooden stumps for seats and the most amazing scented fruits and meats and wines and honeys imaginable appearing out of thin air from the glowing aurora and the deathbloom’s glow. It doesn’t stop, dozens of feasts appearing second after second. Soon, they’re in the hundreds. The ghostly revelry sit and begin to feast, while others walk around the area happily, snacking on fruits, or others play games or instruments similarly conjured up by the spell. A few daring Herionidians, close to the tree, start to notice something Is going on, starting with the smell.
She watches curiously, not expecting this to happen. Noticing that some of the Herionidians are beginning to approach and not wanting to draw attention to herself, she gets a quick idea. She transforms into a huge shadowy tree, bark is black as the void with beautiful violet leaves. The Deathbloom is nestled in the center of the trunk where the branches stretch out. Little ghostly wisps float around the tree.
As the Herionidians approach, they see the feast and marvel, stopping in their tracks.
”what in the world…”
”I-is he back? Is this a sign?” They rush over to join the feasting spirits.
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"I travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
"All I've met is wills with time to burn, seems like we sit on opposite sides of a spectrum." He begins to glow with a purple energy and flexes a hand "I haven't had a good fight in a good long time."
"Hm....I'd imagine a conflict will arise sooner or later, with the stirrings I have noticed. I simply wish to keep my followers safe from the coming turmoil." She says, glancing back at the Vampire Lord , noticing the energy.
"Of course, the safety of those you love is most important, no matter what." She sees his mask of aura of strength momentarily crack but it quickly reforms "I think you are doubtlessly in the right."
" I can only hope to be, and also hope good fortune continues to flow for my kingdom. Your words are appreciated however" She says calmy, though in her head she thinks. 'Oh why couldn't my dear partner be here when guests arrive, she is the more sociable one...'
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
She watches from her stationary form, happy to see the people of the Valley arrive and enjoy themselves. Considering all they have had to suffer, she hopes this will lighten their spirits even a little.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Slowly, souls slowly begin to manifest around the bloom, dead revelers and those that Herionidus took under his wing when they died. They all seem hungry, searching the area for the feast they are so used and accustomed to.
"Hm...lets see...." She continues exploring the Deathbloom's power. She recalls one other power, a spell of sorts she wasn't familiar with.
"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 spell is Herionidus's Festival right?*
"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 flower glows brightly as bright purple nebulas of light form in the sky, almost like an aurora, the lights raining down softly and pooling and swirling like mist, before settling on the ground. Popping out of the earth are a few tables, and popping out of those tables is a magnificent feast fit for the highest of kings. More dining tables, simple and made of semi polished wood with roots and vines growing on them, with wooden stumps for seats and the most amazing scented fruits and meats and wines and honeys imaginable appearing out of thin air from the glowing aurora and the deathbloom’s glow. It doesn’t stop, dozens of feasts appearing second after second. Soon, they’re in the hundreds. The ghostly revelry sit and begin to feast, while others walk around the area happily, snacking on fruits, or others play games or instruments similarly conjured up by the spell. A few daring Herionidians, close to the tree, start to notice something Is going on, starting with the smell.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She watches curiously, not expecting this to happen. Noticing that some of the Herionidians are beginning to approach and not wanting to draw attention to herself, she gets a quick idea. She transforms into a huge shadowy tree, bark is black as the void with beautiful violet leaves. The Deathbloom is nestled in the center of the trunk where the branches stretch out. Little ghostly wisps float around the tree.
"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 am Slayer, a pleasure to meet you." He bows deeply, never moving his stare from her "You are quite beautiful and seemingly intelligent to boot. Not an attempt to flirt, merely an observation."
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
“Thank you for your kindness. Now… we should probably just check the entire valley To determine what effects the gravedigger’s residence have had on the land…”
*Slayer is the bard that wants to seduce the dragon? XD*
"Hm...well, what brings you to my kingdom Slayer?"
"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
*Accurate enough, he's got that accidental charm.*
"I came with the band of muscular warriors. Such a happy group they are."
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
"They certainly are a lively bunch, a bit more bolsterious then what I'm use to but they are well meaning so its acceptable." She says before taking a deep breath in before unleashing a torrent of concussive energy into a warhammer nearly the size of a human man which imbues it with the destructive force of thunder.
"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 travel with them for the sake of interest, and looking where they have led me, to a beautiful and generous greater will." He says with a light chuckle and a sip of wine at the end "It isn't exactly every day you get that now is it?"
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
She places the Warhammer down on a table with several other weapons she has already finished, before beginning to work on a longsword.
"I've had very little interactions with the other Will's of this world. the few I've spoken too have been....preoccupied with their own conflicts. There seems to be a lot of tension out there."
"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
"All I've met is wills with time to burn, seems like we sit on opposite sides of a spectrum." He begins to glow with a purple energy and flexes a hand "I haven't had a good fight in a good long time."
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
"Hm....I'd imagine a conflict will arise sooner or later, with the stirrings I have noticed. I simply wish to keep my followers safe from the coming turmoil." She says, glancing back at the Vampire Lord , noticing the energy.
"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
"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
"Of course, the safety of those you love is most important, no matter what." She sees his mask of aura of strength momentarily crack but it quickly reforms "I think you are doubtlessly in the right."
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
As the Herionidians approach, they see the feast and marvel, stopping in their tracks.
”what in the world…”
”I-is he back? Is this a sign?” They rush over to join the feasting spirits.
" I can only hope to be, and also hope good fortune continues to flow for my kingdom. Your words are appreciated however" She says calmy, though in her head she thinks. 'Oh why couldn't my dear partner be here when guests arrive, she is the more sociable one...'
"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
*Cut with Arch*
She watches from her stationary form, happy to see the people of the Valley arrive and enjoy themselves. Considering all they have had to suffer, she hopes this will lighten their spirits even a little.
"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