”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.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Gods I just realized how terrifying it would be for someone like the Twin Flames or a Volumdremaak to bring all the trees from this forest back to life. That is a sh*t ton of trees*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
“No child, though we did sense the magical potential. We are seeking those mortals born with a unique gift, magic that radiates from their very souls instead of through the machinations of any Will’s power”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
“No child, though we did sense the magical potential. We are seeking those mortals born with a unique gift, magic that radiates from their very souls instead of through the machinations of any Will’s power”
“I practice magic from two sources. Aria’s Winds and the Demon’s Secrets. Neither come from my own bloodline.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Couatls continue to travel around to where mortals are, sharing their wisdoms and watching them slowly grow stronger, smarter, more powerful, more creative, more adaptive. All while there mistress watches, writing the annuls of their collective histories and knowledge. They also continue to seek out those with arcane potential.
A woman with bubblegum pink hair catches their eye. Wearing the simple robes of a Wind Acolyte of Aria, she hides a book of demonic magic in her sachel.
*making sure you saw this*
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
“No child, though we did sense the magical potential. We are seeking those mortals born with a unique gift, magic that radiates from their very souls instead of through the machinations of any Will’s power”
“I practice magic from two sources. Aria’s Winds and the Demon’s Secrets. Neither come from my own bloodline.”
“I see. Do you happen to know of any with such innate potential?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*This is meant for everybody who’s Greater Will has a city or someplace for their followers to live*
A group of tieflings and Aasimars stand at the entrance, each having the features of previously deceased followers, except one. This one holds a scroll with a ring of phantom fire holding it closed.
*tempors followers are ageless, so theres only dead ones from when they were heironidan nomads before tempor took them in*
tempor descends from his mountain "greetings, servants of the twin flames, freinds and family of my followers"
The one that stands out, a tiefling with a spectral snake wrapped around their arm, walks to the front of the crowd, bows and lifts the scroll for him to take. "Thank you for accepting the Twin Flames gift, Tempor. We apologize for collecting the bodies of the deceased without consent."
"there will be time for that later. for now, a feast!" he beckons for them to ascend the mountain.
*whats in the scroll? tempor's using future vision to see it.*
Alabastor, intrigued by the newcomers that have been coming to the Kingdom of Duality as of late, decides to take a trip outside the Kingdom to explore on behalf of his Lady. He grabs his enchanted violin and a bag of holding carrying all his essentials and takes off on his Silver Griffin to explore.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
*Gods I just realized how terrifying it would be for someone like the Twin Flames or a Volumdremaak to bring all the trees from this forest back to life. That is a sh*t ton of trees*
”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.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
He seems completely unconcerned “The boss.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Cogintius is practicing battle on a floor in the T.O.M. He established a temporal magic training dummy, and is deliberately fighting with attacks that do not destroy anything.
Faltros is speaking with some of the more devoted Seventeen Warlocks, wondering what the others are doing.
Gibber has, after all his thinking, one singular Will idea.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Cogintius is practicing battle on a floor in the T.O.M. He established a temporal magic training dummy, and is deliberately fighting with attacks that do not destroy anything.
Faltros is speaking with some of the more devoted Seventeen Warlocks, wondering what the others are doing.
Gibber has, after all his thinking, one singular Will idea.
The Mithril Dragon Paladin is watch Cog train in his Dragonborn form, wishing to gain any insight to hone his own abilities by observing him.
*What is this idea of you don’t mind sharing?*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
*Wanna bet? How tall is it?*
*200-240 feet*
*Its very tiny compared to the mile tall trees currently in the forest.*
*and the giants can take those down in 5-7 swings*
*correction, currently 200-240 feet. It just sprouted, and can grow larger if it feels the need to*
*no matter* a giant comes over to the tree, and preps his axe
The tree sheds a few of its leaves as they are picked up by the wind. They brush by the fallen leaves of other trees, which in turn causes them to join the winds turret. Once it has enough, the herd of leaves charge and try to surround the axe.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
The second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
He seems completely unconcerned “The boss.”
The flame burn higher in rage.
“ꅐꍟ꒒꒒ ꓅ꑛꍟꁹ, ꓅ꍟ꒒꒒ ꐟꆂꐇ꒓ ꃃꆂꌚꌚ ꓅ꑛꋫ꓅ ꓅ꑛꂑꌚ ꓅꒓ꍟꍟ ꂑꌚ ꐇꁹꁕꍟ꒓ ꁒꐟ ꉣ꒓ꆂ꓅ꍟꏸ꓅ꂑꆂꁹ! ꋫꁹꁕ ꓅ꑛꍟꂑ꒓ꌚ.”^ The ground rumbles as pulses of light go from underground to the hole where the stump was. The branches, trunk, and stump of the tree float upwards and towards the hole. They fuse together, and the tree stands mightier than it did before. A final surge of light increases the height of the tree significantly. From the shadow of the tree climbs out multiple nightwalkers, each with a large bone in hand.
Before the leaves can even get close, the axe bursts into flames as the giant swings, cutting down the tree in one chop, before removing the stump and cutting off the branches
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Gods I just realized how terrifying it would be for someone like the Twin Flames or a Volumdremaak to bring all the trees from this forest back to life. That is a sh*t ton of trees*
"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
*making sure you saw this*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
One of the Couatls would fly closer. “Greetings mortal, how fair you.” She greets with a gentle and soft voice.
"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
“You… seem different than the other wind spirits I’ve interacted with. Why is that?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“It is simple child, I am not the creation of a being of wind.”
"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
“Really? Then you must be an angel. Have I offended you by practicing dark magics?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“No child, though we did sense the magical potential. We are seeking those mortals born with a unique gift, magic that radiates from their very souls instead of through the machinations of any Will’s power”
"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 practice magic from two sources. Aria’s Winds and the Demon’s Secrets. Neither come from my own bloodline.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“I see. Do you happen to know of any with such innate potential?”
"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
*tempor: to advance events, to shepard and guard his people*
*storm lord: to be free, to have fun, to do what he wants*
*okhmus: to create the perfect species, to create an elegant ecosystem*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"there will be time for that later. for now, a feast!" he beckons for them to ascend the mountain.
*whats in the scroll? tempor's using future vision to see it.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Alabastor, intrigued by the newcomers that have been coming to the Kingdom of Duality as of late, decides to take a trip outside the Kingdom to explore on behalf of his Lady. He grabs his enchanted violin and a bag of holding carrying all his essentials and takes off on his Silver Griffin to explore.
"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 second the stump is removed, a small flame appears at the base before rising to the height of the tree, double the height, triple the height. The giant feels a question burrow into their mind, no voice simply the sentence, “ᏔℍУ?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*🙂😉🙂*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Oh my!” Visk says surprised as he backs away a bit.
"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 seems completely unconcerned “The boss.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Cogintius is practicing battle on a floor in the T.O.M. He established a temporal magic training dummy, and is deliberately fighting with attacks that do not destroy anything.
Faltros is speaking with some of the more devoted Seventeen Warlocks, wondering what the others are doing.
Gibber has, after all his thinking, one singular Will idea.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The Mithril Dragon Paladin is watch Cog train in his Dragonborn form, wishing to gain any insight to hone his own abilities by observing him.
*What is this idea of you don’t mind sharing?*
"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 flame burn higher in rage.
“ꅐꍟ꒒꒒ ꓅ꑛꍟꁹ, ꓅ꍟ꒒꒒ ꐟꆂꐇ꒓ ꃃꆂꌚꌚ ꓅ꑛꋫ꓅ ꓅ꑛꂑꌚ ꓅꒓ꍟꍟ ꂑꌚ ꐇꁹꁕꍟ꒓ ꁒꐟ ꉣ꒓ꆂ꓅ꍟꏸ꓅ꂑꆂꁹ! ꋫꁹꁕ ꓅ꑛꍟꂑ꒓ꌚ.”^
The ground rumbles as pulses of light go from underground to the hole where the stump was. The branches, trunk, and stump of the tree float upwards and towards the hole. They fuse together, and the tree stands mightier than it did before. A final surge of light increases the height of the tree significantly. From the shadow of the tree climbs out multiple nightwalkers, each with a large bone in hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!