Jobah is waiting for Arch to tell him how the Herionidians treat the seeds of the Tree of Herionidius.
Balatro has made a few little skeleton guys who are either just hanging out or violently slamming around and yearning to devour.
Gallitsur is inside the City, marveling at its many components.
*wait what, did I miss something?*
*yeah i think you might have. i was debating which of the two possible favors Savut could ask of the Herionidians before taking her leave, so i wanted to know if the Tree was still producing fruit or seeds, if the Herionidians had any, and if so, how they treated them*
*oh, yeah I missed that. The tree is still producing its same fruits and seeds, but nobody ever really goes anywhere near the tree because it’s still a bit murderous. It cooled down a bit after the gravediggers left but they don’t really know that. If they find any of the fruit lying around they probably just eat them and don’t care much about the seeds. There is also a tiny grove of them in the city of order, that was planted as a gift to Cog. But those ones aren’t growing fruits and leaves yet. So there are probably some fruit lying around, which of course have seeds.*
*thanks, just wanted to know because it’s probably information savut already has in the story but information that i don’t have.*
*well if they’re common then we’re going with option two…*
“I was wondering if you fine people might grant me the knives left behind in one of the caskets of the Gravediggers.” She asks calmly. “I may be able to utilize the blood left on them to investigate these beings.”
“Well… I don’t see why we couldn’t. Though we’d still rather not go to the tree ourselves… you can retrieve them if you wish.”
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
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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.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
Jobah is waiting for Arch to tell him how the Herionidians treat the seeds of the Tree of Herionidius.
Balatro has made a few little skeleton guys who are either just hanging out or violently slamming around and yearning to devour.
Gallitsur is inside the City, marveling at its many components.
*wait what, did I miss something?*
*yeah i think you might have. i was debating which of the two possible favors Savut could ask of the Herionidians before taking her leave, so i wanted to know if the Tree was still producing fruit or seeds, if the Herionidians had any, and if so, how they treated them*
*oh, yeah I missed that. The tree is still producing its same fruits and seeds, but nobody ever really goes anywhere near the tree because it’s still a bit murderous. It cooled down a bit after the gravediggers left but they don’t really know that. If they find any of the fruit lying around they probably just eat them and don’t care much about the seeds. There is also a tiny grove of them in the city of order, that was planted as a gift to Cog. But those ones aren’t growing fruits and leaves yet. So there are probably some fruit lying around, which of course have seeds.*
*thanks, just wanted to know because it’s probably information savut already has in the story but information that i don’t have.*
*well if they’re common then we’re going with option two…*
“I was wondering if you fine people might grant me the knives left behind in one of the caskets of the Gravediggers.” She asks calmly. “I may be able to utilize the blood left on them to investigate these beings.”
“Well… I don’t see why we couldn’t. Though we’d still rather not go to the tree ourselves… you can retrieve them if you wish.”
“Alright then. Thank you, and I suppose, for now, I bid you all farewell.” With one last wave, Savut vanishes.
She then reappears inside the tree, and quickly goes to retrieve the knives.
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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.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
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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.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to it.
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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.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to it.
She summons a ball of fire on the blade, admiring it.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to it.
She summons a ball of fire on the blade, admiring it.
“This is perfect...”
The flame is golden, she notices in the reflection of the shovel that there is a slight matching tint in her eyes "You are my herald, it was the least we could do."
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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.
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to it.
She summons a ball of fire on the blade, admiring it.
“This is perfect...”
The flame is golden, she notices in the reflection of the shovel that there is a slight matching tint in her eyes "You are my herald, it was the least we could do."
”thank you, I should probably return to my companions… they will be worried.”
”Hm…what could this mean….” Volumdremaak questions.
Visk chuckles at the tree. “No need to concern yourself with the existential confusion of your nature. You are alive and that’s what’s important, worth celebrating.”
Zeon’s eyes light up recognizing the name “Twin Flames. You met the whole of our being before, Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth. It is good to see you again”
Once all the leaves colors are changed, the wind picks up and takes the leaves to the next tree, repeating the process once more.
“Life.” The tree goes silent. (When the giants try to cut this baby down, they’ll find a surprise)
“You are part of our first friend? Wondrous to meet you again as well, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth.”
Volumdremaak continues to observe silently.
”I apologize for not recognizing you.” Zeon says as it continues to run. “Your form was different during the last meeting.”
It continues until there are no more decaying leaves on the floor and goes to the next forest.
“And yours. We have laid a mark on the land, in both senses of the phrase.”
“Interesting. The whole has grown stronger as well. The Fundamental Isles now span for miles above the land of mortals. And we have been enlightens by another in creating life of our own. It had never occurred to use to do so before….the form of abstract thoughts and emotions….souls as they are called….are still foreign to us….but can serve to animate the Elements….”
*I’m not following this, sorry. Who saying this?*
*Zeon is. Itbis basically saying Xezithic has grown more powerful and they just figured out how to create new life with souls. They are elementals so understanding the celestial nature of souls is challenging for them.*
*ah. Thank you.*
The Twin Flames look to the river, drawing attention to a school of spectral fish swimming nearby. “We wish to learn more of the elements. A soul is a reflection to such. Would you teach us, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth?”
“We would be honored to teach you, but we must first complete our current objective.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Frenzy is traveling to the location of the Gravekeepers, a flaming shovel on their back, the blade both solid and melted at the same time. The handle and the wood looking like it is burning at all times. They radiate immense power, more than they had before, as to scare away anything that tries to stop them. They have gained the domain of Arcana, using it to greater boost their flames.
Slayer is kinda just living life, traveling and enjoying this new world he is in.
Marie ventures a few miles from the others as to not be seen with the Frenzy by them, sensing their arrival.
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
She examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to it.
She summons a ball of fire on the blade, admiring it.
“This is perfect...”
The flame is golden, she notices in the reflection of the shovel that there is a slight matching tint in her eyes "You are my herald, it was the least we could do."
”thank you, I should probably return to my companions… they will be worried.”
"Of course. Go, return to them."
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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.
Soon, Savut exits the Tomb. She turns, looking upon the Tree for a moment. For once, she seems solemn. And oddly for a god, she seems almost… reverent. Then, a few seeds of the Tree in one hand and the knives in the other, she turns back and disappears.
A couple dozen miles west, she reappears in her own massive tree. Finally home. And yet she still feels an odd pain, one that’s been building since the Gravediggers disappeared. The hibiscus flowers do not suddenly burst back into bloom, as they would tend to do whenever she returned. Something is still wrong. A change is brewing in the air. A choice will be made in the future. And all the world may have to pay…
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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.
”Hm…what could this mean….” Volumdremaak questions.
Visk chuckles at the tree. “No need to concern yourself with the existential confusion of your nature. You are alive and that’s what’s important, worth celebrating.”
Zeon’s eyes light up recognizing the name “Twin Flames. You met the whole of our being before, Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth. It is good to see you again”
Once all the leaves colors are changed, the wind picks up and takes the leaves to the next tree, repeating the process once more.
“Life.” The tree goes silent. (When the giants try to cut this baby down, they’ll find a surprise)
“You are part of our first friend? Wondrous to meet you again as well, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth.”
Volumdremaak continues to observe silently.
”I apologize for not recognizing you.” Zeon says as it continues to run. “Your form was different during the last meeting.”
It continues until there are no more decaying leaves on the floor and goes to the next forest.
“And yours. We have laid a mark on the land, in both senses of the phrase.”
“Interesting. The whole has grown stronger as well. The Fundamental Isles now span for miles above the land of mortals. And we have been enlightens by another in creating life of our own. It had never occurred to use to do so before….the form of abstract thoughts and emotions….souls as they are called….are still foreign to us….but can serve to animate the Elements….”
*I’m not following this, sorry. Who saying this?*
*Zeon is. Itbis basically saying Xezithic has grown more powerful and they just figured out how to create new life with souls. They are elementals so understanding the celestial nature of souls is challenging for them.*
*ah. Thank you.*
The Twin Flames look to the river, drawing attention to a school of spectral fish swimming nearby. “We wish to learn more of the elements. A soul is a reflection to such. Would you teach us, child across the river, part of Xezithic the Primordial Aboleth?”
“We would be honored to teach you, but we must first complete our current objective.”
The leaves Volum was watching disappear and reappear by the Twin Flames. The winds pick up and the leaves surround the three creatures, blocking out all light. “Where too to complete this objective?”
Zeon and the rest of the Elemental Quartet continue to travel along the Herionidius River until they reach their destination.
*being?*
*Wherever the rats are guiding him. I’m not entirely sure for what but I’m excited to find out. Arch is the one in control of that.*
*o yeah. say, what’s their plan with all the magic stuff they got?*
*I’m not really sure. The Rat Leader has not divulged that information, either because it doesn’t want to or it can’t. The Quartet has just been following along because they feel like doing so.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Zeon and the rest of the Elemental Quartet continue to travel along the Herionidius River until they reach their destination.
*being?*
*Wherever the rats are guiding him. I’m not entirely sure for what but I’m excited to find out. Arch is the one in control of that.*
*o yeah. say, what’s their plan with all the magic stuff they got?*
*I’m not really sure. The Rat Leader has not divulged that information, either because it doesn’t want to or it can’t. The Quartet has just been following along because they feel like doing so.*
*altright*
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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.
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“Well… I don’t see why we couldn’t. Though we’d still rather not go to the tree ourselves… you can retrieve them if you wish.”
The Frenzy lessens its presences as to no longer be sensed as it sees Marie. They takes the shovel off of their back and hands it to Marie "Here it is my herald, your weapon to shake the very world."
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 examines it.
“Thank you, great one… could it be disguised as to resemble my original, regular shovel?”
“Alright then. Thank you, and I suppose, for now, I bid you all farewell.” With one last wave, Savut vanishes.
She then reappears inside the tree, and quickly goes to retrieve the knives.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They wave a hand and it shimmers in an illusion suddenly looking like her regular shover "It shall change only if you wish for it to."
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
”wonderful… now how does this work…”
He places a hand on her head, she perfectly understands how it works and is linked to 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 summons a ball of fire on the blade, admiring it.
“This is perfect...”
The flame is golden, she notices in the reflection of the shovel that there is a slight matching tint in her eyes "You are my herald, it was the least we could do."
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, I should probably return to my companions… they will be worried.”
“We would be honored to teach you, but we must first complete our current objective.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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"Of course. Go, return to them."
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
Soon, Savut exits the Tomb. She turns, looking upon the Tree for a moment. For once, she seems solemn. And oddly for a god, she seems almost… reverent. Then, a few seeds of the Tree in one hand and the knives in the other, she turns back and disappears.
A couple dozen miles west, she reappears in her own massive tree. Finally home. And yet she still feels an odd pain, one that’s been building since the Gravediggers disappeared. The hibiscus flowers do not suddenly burst back into bloom, as they would tend to do whenever she returned. Something is still wrong. A change is brewing in the air. A choice will be made in the future. And all the world may have to pay…
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Zeon and the rest of the Elemental Quartet continue to travel along the Herionidius River until they reach their destination.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*that destination being?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wherever the rats are guiding him. I’m not entirely sure for what but I’m excited to find out. Arch is the one in control of that.*
"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 leaves Volum was watching disappear and reappear by the Twin Flames. The winds pick up and the leaves surround the three creatures, blocking out all light. “Where too to complete this objective?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*o yeah. say, what’s their plan with all the magic stuff they got?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I’m not really sure. The Rat Leader has not divulged that information, either because it doesn’t want to or it can’t. The Quartet has just been following along because they feel like doing so.*
"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
*altright*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.