Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
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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.
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
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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.
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
"I know not of an Ashen One newcomer, but you seem to have just formed...or maybe more accurately appeared here. as a new Greater Will. I am Volumdremaak, Greater will of Darkness, Collector of Restless Souls, and Caretaker of the Undead the Cycle of Reincarnation. Who might you be?" The shadowy mass speaks, as thousands of violet draconic eyes open through her shadowy form to gaze at him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
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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!”
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
"I know not of an Ashen One newcomer, but you seem to have just formed...or maybe more accurately appeared here. as a new Greater Will. I am Volumdremaak, Greater will of Darkness, Collector of Restless Souls, and Caretaker of the Undead the Cycle of Reincarnation. Who might you be?" The shadowy mass speaks, as thousands of violet draconic eyes open through her shadowy form to gaze at him.
A look of confusion crosses him face, his body slumping as he sits on the mountain, which causes it to shake. He eventually looks back up “I am simply known as the Nameless King, even I don’t remember my own name. I am known as a god of war and tempest, feared as such. This world is unknown to me, although I’ve met people like you before.” Lightning strikes his body, always joining at the edge of his spear, forming the rest of the spear from said lightning.
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
"I know not of an Ashen One newcomer, but you seem to have just formed...or maybe more accurately appeared here. as a new Greater Will. I am Volumdremaak, Greater will of Darkness, Collector of Restless Souls, and Caretaker of the Undead the Cycle of Reincarnation. Who might you be?" The shadowy mass speaks, as thousands of violet draconic eyes open through her shadowy form to gaze at him.
A look of confusion crosses him face, his body slumping as he sits on the mountain, which causes it to shake. He eventually looks back up “I am simply known as the Nameless King, even I don’t remember my own name. I am known as a god of war and tempest, feared as such. This world is unknown to me, although I’ve met people like you before.” Lightning strikes his body, always joining at the edge of his spear, forming the rest of the spear from said lightning.
"I see. If I could tell you how to return to your old world, I would. But that is not something I have knowledge of, I don't think any really do... There are others like us, beings of power that can shape the land, the mortals, and the fate of this world. I am sure you will meet more in due time. Some will be friendly...others...well, when so many beings of unlimited potential find themselves together....it's hard for egos, ethos, and goals to not clash with each other." The shadowy mass states, the darkness gently licking at the ground she hovers over, the space around her calm and serene despite the tempest surrounding the mountain.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
*Would rp but all my characters are preoccupied as well as myself, sorry dude. I’ll definitely do it later dude.*
Utop a mountain, deep in the blue cloudy abyss that is the sky, lays a god unknown to this world. A creature of legendary power from a world full of legendary beings, a creature that's very name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it, so much that his name was lost to time and the infinite nothingness, a king of a long lost world. He was known as a friend to all dragons, and a god of war. The world shakes and the clouds swirl as he arrives upon this new world he finds home. The mountain's peak begins to shatter as he lands upon the ground, his magnificent mane of hair behind him and his blood stained armor heavy on his athletic although disheveled body. His statue is truly gargantuan, much larger than any mortal by many times, a veritable giant. He holds the remains of a broken greatspear in one hand, his eyes not visible from anywhere other than right in front of him. The clouds begin to thunder with lightning, seemingly coming from the man himself. He is known only as the Nameless King, mighty god, *Domains and rank yet to be determined. Probably storms and war.* *I think this is some of my finest work yet. If anyone wants to RP that's cool.*
Volumdremaak is flying around, collecting souls and soul energy in the air, her form still shadowy and massive despite her weakened state. She would soon notice the shattered mountain top. Though she is wary of conflict, her mind currently lost in deep contemplation of a potential future path only see can know, her curiosity gets the better of her and she begins to glide her way there.
*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
"I know not of an Ashen One newcomer, but you seem to have just formed...or maybe more accurately appeared here. as a new Greater Will. I am Volumdremaak, Greater will of Darkness, Collector of Restless Souls, and Caretaker of the Undead the Cycle of Reincarnation. Who might you be?" The shadowy mass speaks, as thousands of violet draconic eyes open through her shadowy form to gaze at him.
A look of confusion crosses him face, his body slumping as he sits on the mountain, which causes it to shake. He eventually looks back up “I am simply known as the Nameless King, even I don’t remember my own name. I am known as a god of war and tempest, feared as such. This world is unknown to me, although I’ve met people like you before.” Lightning strikes his body, always joining at the edge of his spear, forming the rest of the spear from said lightning.
"I see. If I could tell you how to return to your old world, I would. But that is not something I have knowledge of, I don't think any really do... There are others like us, beings of power that can shape the land, the mortals, and the fate of this world. I am sure you will meet more in due time. Some will be friendly...others...well, when so many beings of unlimited potential find themselves together....it's hard for egos, ethos, and goals to not clash with each other." The shadowy mass states, the darkness gently licking at the ground she hovers over, the space around her calm and serene despite the tempest surrounding the mountain.
“I am not afraid, I am someone who does not fear someone with an ego, I fear those with selfless courage, or vengeful rage. If there are many like ourselves, I shall do my best not to clash with others, but I shall if I must.” He stands back up and begins to use his divine power, the clouds swirling in the sky, coming down to form a gargantuan draconian form, he then gets on top of the dragon as it begins to fly. He pets the dragon and says “Hello once more good friend, we are lost in this new world, let us see what we can uncover, what wonders we may see.”
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
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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!”
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
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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!”
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
*yes to the starting levels for both Jester and Himy!*
On the rocky, barren coasts of the sea of storms, a wandering artist is sculpting a masterpiece from a cliff side, a statue of his wife. It starts to rain, and he keeps working. Then, his hand slips up and he takes off a piece of the sculpture he hadn’t meant to. He sighs in frustration and takes a break, staring out at the sea. It begins to rain harder, and he squints, seeing something in the distance. A shadow in the water, making its way towards him. He is so curious that he doesn’t see the tide quickly coming in. He slips and yelps in surprise as the current brings him into deeper water. He desperately tries to swim back to shore, looking to his imperfect sculpture. His vision blurs, and he sees the sculpture’s face smile maliciously, its eyes and mouth dripping some sort of red Ichor. He is snatched by the leg by whatever creature was approaching him, and the tides turn into and enormous wave, sweeping over the statue. When it recedes, the man is gone, the shadow is gone, and the masterpiece is gone. Well, its face and hands are, as are various chunks of its body. It is overgrown with sea kelp and moss. Anyone within ten miles hears the scream of the man, as he is dragged to the cold, icy depths below, into the belly of the beast, the lair of a monster.
days later, at the exact same spot the man disappeared, there is a woman in the distance, swimming in the water far from shore, with hair strangely clumped together like kelp and large, bright blue eyes. Only her head is visible.
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down his eyes.
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
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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!”
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*Okay Tempest, War, and Fear.*
The figure is almost as large as the dragon himself. He looks up from the ground and his grip on the broken greatspear visibly tightens, he is obviously also wary of conflict, although not afraid to fight, he begins to speak in a heavy and gruff voice, that of a conqueror "Where am I? Who are you? The last thing I remember was facing an Ashen One, was I felled by such a foe?"
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
A curious mortal heads to the spot the man disappeared, knowing of what he was doing in the day before, having heard his screams and wondering what had happened. The peasant boy rides in on his horse, a noble and healthy steed as he looks out to the ocean, a look of longing in his eyes, somewhat similar to that of the artist when he thought of his wife. Once close to the shore he gets off the horse and sends it back to the stable, he rests at the ocean shore and looks into the sea, simply thinking to himself.
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
"I know not of an Ashen One newcomer, but you seem to have just formed...or maybe more accurately appeared here. as a new Greater Will. I am Volumdremaak, Greater will of Darkness, Collector of Restless Souls, and Caretaker of the Undead the Cycle of Reincarnation. Who might you be?" The shadowy mass speaks, as thousands of violet draconic eyes open through her shadowy form to gaze at him.
"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
A…thing is wandering the world. Looking humanoid, but far from truly human. Yellow and Black hair, as well as feminine facial features, clash with a masculine body and twisting horns. It limbs constantly twisting and contorting in a gruesome manner, though the thing appears unbothered. It wears loose fitting clothes, crudely stitched together. As it wanders the land, it juggles what appears to be a human skull, bouncing it off its feet, knees, and just about any part of its body with expert skill and precision. It’s black and white eyes spiraling with pure madness, coupled with a insane grin.
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!”
A look of confusion crosses him face, his body slumping as he sits on the mountain, which causes it to shake. He eventually looks back up “I am simply known as the Nameless King, even I don’t remember my own name. I am known as a god of war and tempest, feared as such. This world is unknown to me, although I’ve met people like you before.” Lightning strikes his body, always joining at the edge of his spear, forming the rest of the spear from said lightning.
"I see. If I could tell you how to return to your old world, I would. But that is not something I have knowledge of, I don't think any really do... There are others like us, beings of power that can shape the land, the mortals, and the fate of this world. I am sure you will meet more in due time. Some will be friendly...others...well, when so many beings of unlimited potential find themselves together....it's hard for egos, ethos, and goals to not clash with each other." The shadowy mass states, the darkness gently licking at the ground she hovers over, the space around her calm and serene despite the tempest surrounding the mountain.
"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
*Would rp but all my characters are preoccupied as well as myself, sorry dude. I’ll definitely do it later dude.*
“I am not afraid, I am someone who does not fear someone with an ego, I fear those with selfless courage, or vengeful rage. If there are many like ourselves, I shall do my best not to clash with others, but I shall if I must.” He stands back up and begins to use his divine power, the clouds swirling in the sky, coming down to form a gargantuan draconian form, he then gets on top of the dragon as it begins to fly. He pets the dragon and says “Hello once more good friend, we are lost in this new world, let us see what we can uncover, what wonders we may see.”
"Farewell King, safe travels" The Umbral Dragon says before she departs.
"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
“Farewell.” He rides off with his dragon, headed nowhere in particular, just trying to do his best to see this world.
The flapping wings of the Nameless King’s dragon fly above the creature, circling the creature before flying down and landing. The gargantuan will goes steps off of the dragon and stands before the creature “Who are you, and do you know of this world? Because I know nothing of this world, and I seek help.” He holds his broken great spear in one hand by his side.
It looks specifically at the dragon, ignoring the will “Ah! Fresh inspiration!” It’s left arm shifts, becoming scaly and draconic
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!”
“Oh, you’re obviously an idiotic creature, I suppose that I should have at least expected that.” He puts a hand on the dragon as its head gets closer to the creature.
It giggles “Takes one to know one!”
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!”
The woman turns and notices him, slowly drifting towards him, only ever letting her head above the surface. She’s surrounded by some faint, enormous shadow.
He smiles softly “It does, doesn’t it? What is your name?”
He notices the head of the woman, “That’s strange, why do you look so familiar?” He begins to walks towards the water, walking into it and reaching out a hand to the woman.
The current becomes a bit stronger, and the woman draws closer still, but stops just as the water starts to get shallow, staying in the deep. She doesn’t speak, tilting her head.
“You’re almost like his wife, I can’t believe it, you’re almost exactly like she was.” He walks deeper into the water, slower and heavier with the current, trying to make it to the creature, tears falling down his eyes.
It groans “Ugh. I hate names. They lock you down, force you to be one thing for the rest of all time. Who needs a name when you’re Completely, 100%, Copyright, Trademark, All Rights Reserved, Do not steal, Certifiably insane?!”
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!”