The Fathomless is placing agents in all of the major places of the world, attempting to find out more about Happy's, and other wills, activities.
One of the agents finds the true Happy Chaos, and an army of altered headed towards somewhere. Happy doesn't have his revolvers, nor his usual mad grin on his face.
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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 Fathomless is placing agents in all of the major places of the world, attempting to find out more about Happy's, and other wills, activities.
One of the agents finds the true Happy Chaos, and an army of altered headed towards somewhere. Happy doesn't have his revolvers, nor his usual mad grin on his face.
The agent reports happies position to TF, who teleports to happy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The Snow Angel, suspicious of the other Wills, goes looking for any other Wills they haven't met yet.
Orchidaceae is further encroaching on Savut's domain, walking through the muddy undergrowth and brackish water with as much enthusiasm as they had before.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Rulundra has made a small makeshift casino in a wooden shack in the desert. They have also formed their own True Artifact, a rusty Bowie knife with a leather strap secured across their torso. They plan to use it to cut off their stitches, but simply haven’t found anything worth saying enough that it would warrant such an action.
The Snow Angel, suspicious of the other Wills, goes looking for any other Wills they haven't met yet.
Orchidaceae is further encroaching on Savut's domain, walking through the muddy undergrowth and brackish water with as much enthusiasm as they had before.
She would notice there is an archipelago of floating islands that are slowly traversing the sky, surrounded by a churning storm of earth, fire, lightning, water, and wind. Most of the islands seem to be chunks of elemental energies, however at the center is a massive island where one half is bathed is radiant golden light and the other is shrouded in total darkness. Gliding amidst the elemental chaos and circling the central island is a massive, kaiju sized creature of primordial nature, an Aboleth-like being who's swims effortlessly into the sky. There many alien eyes glowing in an array of colors. There head tendrils flowing behind them, transforming into the various elements that then fall off to join the primordial storm at their tips.
She can also sense there are at least two other Wills within this archipelago, and a lot of mortals and several pseudo-divine beings.
"I don't know, lets find out!" Rendy says excitedly as suddenly more and more Derendians are created and begin to fuse into Rendy. Soon, the Derendians have forms a swarm version of Rendy that is the size of a T-Rex. "This is so Cool!!" They all shout as one.
"I see, I have not traverse the oceans of this world yet, maybe I will do so in the near future."
Soon, Korzirak has finished shrinking down, taking on the appearance of a bulky snapping Tortle made of darkness, his eyes and mouth still radiating white light. He is still a good ten feet tall, but his smaller form makes it easier to pick up tools and use them.
Slayer keeps walking, eventually back at Forerir's lands.
"I would recommend it, but it is not my place to do so."
When The Nameless King finishes his shrink he has gone from a colossus to a giant, his armor and spear shrinking along with his body. He kneels down and begins to mold the building once more, easier with his smaller form, although still not perfect.
Rendy looks around the fiery landscape curiously. The longer they are there, the more Rendy’s body begins to change. The white fur on his little body begins to change to a fiery blend of yellows, oranges, and reds. His abdomen turns obsidian black and begins to show veins of molten magma tuning along it’s surface. His wings becomes a dazzling lava lamp display of fiery colors that shift with every flap, his normal harmless wing dust now turning into nutrient rich ash that falls on the ground. His horn-like protrusions on his head turning into volcanic rock and his antenna look like thin molten glass. His eyes are the only thing that stays the day, their normal bright and friendly blue.
Xezithic would thing for a bit, still curious about the boys lack of fear in it. “How far have you traveled from your home, child?”
Korzirak would help as well, being a bit more experienced with tools and building due to the influence of Mephilia in his creation.
"I don't know, lets find out!" Rendy says excitedly as suddenly more and more Derendians are created and begin to fuse into Rendy. Soon, the Derendians have forms a swarm version of Rendy that is the size of a T-Rex. "This is so Cool!!" They all shout as one.
wow.
“I’m like a hive mind.” Rendy says as he morphs the swarm into different large animal shapes.
"I don't know, lets find out!" Rendy says excitedly as suddenly more and more Derendians are created and begin to fuse into Rendy. Soon, the Derendians have forms a swarm version of Rendy that is the size of a T-Rex. "This is so Cool!!" They all shout as one.
wow.
“I’m like a hive mind.” Rendy says as he morphs the swarm into different large animal shapes.
"I don't know, lets find out!" Rendy says excitedly as suddenly more and more Derendians are created and begin to fuse into Rendy. Soon, the Derendians have forms a swarm version of Rendy that is the size of a T-Rex. "This is so Cool!!" They all shout as one.
wow.
“I’m like a hive mind.” Rendy says as he morphs the swarm into different large animal shapes.
you are a hive mind
“Oooohhh. That makes sense.” The Derendians start to detach from Rendy, leaving the moth Will unharmed.
"I don't know, lets find out!" Rendy says excitedly as suddenly more and more Derendians are created and begin to fuse into Rendy. Soon, the Derendians have forms a swarm version of Rendy that is the size of a T-Rex. "This is so Cool!!" They all shout as one.
wow.
“I’m like a hive mind.” Rendy says as he morphs the swarm into different large animal shapes.
you are a hive mind
“Oooohhh. That makes sense.” The Derendians start to detach from Rendy, leaving the moth Will unharmed.
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
The Snow Angel, suspicious of the other Wills, goes looking for any other Wills they haven't met yet.
Orchidaceae is further encroaching on Savut's domain, walking through the muddy undergrowth and brackish water with as much enthusiasm as they had before.
She would notice there is an archipelago of floating islands that are slowly traversing the sky, surrounded by a churning storm of earth, fire, lightning, water, and wind. Most of the islands seem to be chunks of elemental energies, however at the center is a massive island where one half is bathed is radiant golden light and the other is shrouded in total darkness. Gliding amidst the elemental chaos and circling the central island is a massive, kaiju sized creature of primordial nature, an Aboleth-like being who's swims effortlessly into the sky. There many alien eyes glowing in an array of colors. There head tendrils flowing behind them, transforming into the various elements that then fall off to join the primordial storm at their tips.
She can also sense there are at least two other Wills within this archipelago, and a lot of mortals and several pseudo-divine beings.
Sarah flies up through the storm and onto the radiant side of the central island, cold winds and gently falling snow following them through the chaos. They look up at the primordial being, cautious yet intrigued.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
“Um, I think so.” He says before he goes over and latches his mantis claws onto one of the Derendians and checks his work. After a bit he detaches and looks back over at Okhmus. “I did!”
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
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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
The Snow Angel, suspicious of the other Wills, goes looking for any other Wills they haven't met yet.
Orchidaceae is further encroaching on Savut's domain, walking through the muddy undergrowth and brackish water with as much enthusiasm as they had before.
She would notice there is an archipelago of floating islands that are slowly traversing the sky, surrounded by a churning storm of earth, fire, lightning, water, and wind. Most of the islands seem to be chunks of elemental energies, however at the center is a massive island where one half is bathed is radiant golden light and the other is shrouded in total darkness. Gliding amidst the elemental chaos and circling the central island is a massive, kaiju sized creature of primordial nature, an Aboleth-like being who's swims effortlessly into the sky. There many alien eyes glowing in an array of colors. There head tendrils flowing behind them, transforming into the various elements that then fall off to join the primordial storm at their tips.
She can also sense there are at least two other Wills within this archipelago, and a lot of mortals and several pseudo-divine beings.
Sarah flies up through the storm and onto the radiant side of the central island, cold winds and gently falling snow following them through the chaos. They look up at the primordial being, cautious yet intrigued.
The Primordial being notices her presences, several eyes turn to look at her, but the creature simply continues to glide around the central island. On the radiant side of the floating island she sees a beautiful looking walled city filled with mortals, celestial creatures, draconic creatures, and constructs co-existing and living their day to day lives in the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s not quite as orderly as the City of Order, but there are a lot of fortifications and mechanical defenses and offensive features.
Beyond the walled city are large and lushes fields of golds and healthy green, farmlands and smaller settlements that dot the area before it blends with the dark half, creating a section forever locked in the twilight of dusk/dawn.
Patrolling the light side of the kingdom are two massive floating dragon skulls. One is made of pure radiant light with metallic horns and platinum feather-like mane with blue flames alight in the eye sockets that is radiating the domain of Light. The other is a skull made of hearty and healthy wood covered in vines, ivy, and other foliage with many flowers blooming of various colors with green flames alight in the socket that is radiating the domain of Life.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
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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.
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
“Um, I think so.” He says before he goes over and latches his mantis claws onto one of the Derendians and checks his work. After a bit he detaches and looks back over at Okhmus. “I did!”
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
“Um, I think so.” He says before he goes over and latches his mantis claws onto one of the Derendians and checks his work. After a bit he detaches and looks back over at Okhmus. “I did!”
"GOOD. NOW SET THEM LOOSE INTO THE WORLD"
“Ok” Rendy says as he communicates with his antenna and the swarm of Derendians take off, scattering to find new places to live.
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
“Um, I think so.” He says before he goes over and latches his mantis claws onto one of the Derendians and checks his work. After a bit he detaches and looks back over at Okhmus. “I did!”
"GOOD. NOW SET THEM LOOSE INTO THE WORLD"
“Ok” Rendy says as he communicates with his antenna and the swarm of Derendians take off, scattering to find new places to live.
One of the agents finds the true Happy Chaos, and an army of altered headed towards somewhere. Happy doesn't have his revolvers, nor his usual mad grin on his face.
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
The agent reports happies position to TF, who teleports to happy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Hello!*
The Snow Angel, suspicious of the other Wills, goes looking for any other Wills they haven't met yet.
Orchidaceae is further encroaching on Savut's domain, walking through the muddy undergrowth and brackish water with as much enthusiasm as they had before.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Rulundra has made a small makeshift casino in a wooden shack in the desert. They have also formed their own True Artifact, a rusty Bowie knife with a leather strap secured across their torso. They plan to use it to cut off their stitches, but simply haven’t found anything worth saying enough that it would warrant such an action.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She would notice there is an archipelago of floating islands that are slowly traversing the sky, surrounded by a churning storm of earth, fire, lightning, water, and wind. Most of the islands seem to be chunks of elemental energies, however at the center is a massive island where one half is bathed is radiant golden light and the other is shrouded in total darkness. Gliding amidst the elemental chaos and circling the central island is a massive, kaiju sized creature of primordial nature, an Aboleth-like being who's swims effortlessly into the sky. There many alien eyes glowing in an array of colors. There head tendrils flowing behind them, transforming into the various elements that then fall off to join the primordial storm at their tips.
She can also sense there are at least two other Wills within this archipelago, and a lot of mortals and several pseudo-divine beings.
wow.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Rendy looks around the fiery landscape curiously. The longer they are there, the more Rendy’s body begins to change. The white fur on his little body begins to change to a fiery blend of yellows, oranges, and reds. His abdomen turns obsidian black and begins to show veins of molten magma tuning along it’s surface. His wings becomes a dazzling lava lamp display of fiery colors that shift with every flap, his normal harmless wing dust now turning into nutrient rich ash that falls on the ground. His horn-like protrusions on his head turning into volcanic rock and his antenna look like thin molten glass. His eyes are the only thing that stays the day, their normal bright and friendly blue.
Xezithic would thing for a bit, still curious about the boys lack of fear in it. “How far have you traveled from your home, child?”
Korzirak would help as well, being a bit more experienced with tools and building due to the influence of Mephilia in his creation.
“I’m like a hive mind.” Rendy says as he morphs the swarm into different large animal shapes.
you are a hive mind
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Oooohhh. That makes sense.” The Derendians start to detach from Rendy, leaving the moth Will unharmed.
i think you're almost done. did you remember to add the ability to reproduce?
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Curious, it absorbs the keep into itself. Holding it in, it looks for a body.
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
Sarah flies up through the storm and onto the radiant side of the central island, cold winds and gently falling snow following them through the chaos. They look up at the primordial being, cautious yet intrigued.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Um, I think so.” He says before he goes over and latches his mantis claws onto one of the Derendians and checks his work. After a bit he detaches and looks back over at Okhmus. “I did!”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
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 Primordial being notices her presences, several eyes turn to look at her, but the creature simply continues to glide around the central island. On the radiant side of the floating island she sees a beautiful looking walled city filled with mortals, celestial creatures, draconic creatures, and constructs co-existing and living their day to day lives in the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s not quite as orderly as the City of Order, but there are a lot of fortifications and mechanical defenses and offensive features.
Beyond the walled city are large and lushes fields of golds and healthy green, farmlands and smaller settlements that dot the area before it blends with the dark half, creating a section forever locked in the twilight of dusk/dawn.
Patrolling the light side of the kingdom are two massive floating dragon skulls. One is made of pure radiant light with metallic horns and platinum feather-like mane with blue flames alight in the eye sockets that is radiating the domain of Light. The other is a skull made of hearty and healthy wood covered in vines, ivy, and other foliage with many flowers blooming of various colors with green flames alight in the socket that is radiating the domain of Life.
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the 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.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Ok” Rendy says as he communicates with his antenna and the swarm of Derendians take off, scattering to find new places to live.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye