Rendy is sleeping in Slayers manor with his fiery Derendians. More Derendians are spreading out and finding mortals to assimilate with, having begun to spread towards the Valley, The City of Peace, and the City of Order. Any mortal that has one of these little moth fellows attached to them find their illnesses and injuries healed and their strength, speed, and senses enhanced. They also gain other enhancements dependent on what the mortal needs, like extra arms, wings, an energy blast weapon to defend themselves, and the ability to communicate with animals, plants, and each other telepathically.
White Ravens continue to observe and collect information.
In one of the human villages near the Valley, a man walks through silently, plainly dressed just like all the others. The town around him is in a tizzy, the mayor having just been assassinated. News of the murder has spread like wildfire. Already rumors have spread, talks of a recent meeting with an official from a neighboring village gone bad, important documents being stolen, and the call for retaliation for this injustice.
As the man departs without incident, almost as if no one notices his presence, the commotion around him dies down. He glances back towards the frenzied town, smirking a bit, his golden eyes filled with mischief before he disappears into the shadows, leaving only a few black petals behind.
Sarah heads back to the underworld, hoping to find out what is going on down there.
Orchidaceae continues their trek further into Savut's domain, creating creeping lush growth wherever they walk.
*I'm considering making some homebrew spells inspired by each of the Wills.*
Savut has been alerted of this fledgeling deity’s presence by her scouts, and has gone to intercept her.
It doesn't take too long for her to find Orchid, walking through the brackish water with no clear objective. They don't notice her.
Savut slithers in front of her, her serpentine tail sweeping around and coiling beside her. “Hello.”
Orchid's eyes widen in what Savut might have initially thought was fear, but becomes more apparent is wonder as Orchid speaks.
"Hi! I'm Orchid! I'm new to this whole deity thing. Who are you?"
“I am Savut. Lady of the Swamp. Queen of serpents, beasts, birds, and fish. The forests, glades, and rivers are my dominion. This is my realm.”
"Well, it's an honor to meet you! Your domain is beautiful. I love how lush and green it all is!" Orchid is in awe.
“How kind of you to say.” Internally, Savut is contemplating either destroying or indoctrinating this new Will. “Perhaps you’d like to see the village that’s been built near the center of this swamp?”
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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.
Sarah heads back to the underworld, hoping to find out what is going on down there.
Orchidaceae continues their trek further into Savut's domain, creating creeping lush growth wherever they walk.
*I'm considering making some homebrew spells inspired by each of the Wills.*
Savut has been alerted of this fledgeling deity’s presence by her scouts, and has gone to intercept her.
It doesn't take too long for her to find Orchid, walking through the brackish water with no clear objective. They don't notice her.
Savut slithers in front of her, her serpentine tail sweeping around and coiling beside her. “Hello.”
Orchid's eyes widen in what Savut might have initially thought was fear, but becomes more apparent is wonder as Orchid speaks.
"Hi! I'm Orchid! I'm new to this whole deity thing. Who are you?"
“I am Savut. Lady of the Swamp. Queen of serpents, beasts, birds, and fish. The forests, glades, and rivers are my dominion. This is my realm.”
"Well, it's an honor to meet you! Your domain is beautiful. I love how lush and green it all is!" Orchid is in awe.
“How kind of you to say.” Internally, Savut is contemplating either destroying or indoctrinating this new Will. “Perhaps you’d like to see the village that’s been built near the center of this swamp?”
"Oh, absolutely! I'd love to see it!" Internally, Orchid is just hoping they can find a new friend in the more experienced Will.
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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)
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
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?!?!"
Happy calmly puts a finger up “Making a choice some might consider a mistake.” He sounds solemn, but unmoving in his choice.
"Happy, you are causing war!!! Is this what you think will help the mortals of this world?!?!" Happy has never seen his friend so angry.
“Because they will see that we can make mistakes, that we are as imperfect as them. I want to shatter their faith.” The Fathomless notices he isn’t raising his voice like he is.
In the span of a few days, several underground criminal organizations are wiped from the face of existence, slaughtered with brutal efficiency and no trace of the culprit, which is a terrifying notion to all that discover the carnage that remains. Several well known crime bosses and high profile murderers and thieves are found among the victims, only adding to the mystery and fear surrounding the identity of the person, or persons, who could have accomplish such a task. When officials investigate the compounds of these underground crime rings, all the money and documentations of any criminal activities are missing, as if they never existed, leaving the investigator’s baffled.
Rendy is sleeping in Slayers manor with his fiery Derendians. More Derendians are spreading out and finding mortals to assimilate with, having begun to spread towards the Valley, The City of Peace, and the City of Order. Any mortal that has one of these little moth fellows attached to them find their illnesses and injuries healed and their strength, speed, and senses enhanced. They also gain other enhancements dependent on what the mortal needs, like extra arms, wings, an energy blast weapon to defend themselves, and the ability to communicate with animals, plants, and each other telepathically.
White Ravens continue to observe and collect information.
In one of the human villages near the Valley, a man walks through silently, plainly dressed just like all the others. The town around him is in a tizzy, the mayor having just been assassinated. News of the murder has spread like wildfire. Already rumors have spread, talks of a recent meeting with an official from a neighboring village gone bad, important documents being stolen, and the call for retaliation for this injustice.
As the man departs without incident, almost as if no one notices his presence, the commotion around him dies down. He glances back towards the frenzied town, smirking a bit, his golden eyes filled with mischief before he disappears into the shadows, leaving only a few black petals behind.
*Oh, I believe that Rendy’s creations should be able to affect the altered, not completely overtaking Happy’s programming but undoing some of it. Also just want to say, I love all of your characters Coronet, they have so much personality.*
Rendy is sleeping in Slayers manor with his fiery Derendians. More Derendians are spreading out and finding mortals to assimilate with, having begun to spread towards the Valley, The City of Peace, and the City of Order. Any mortal that has one of these little moth fellows attached to them find their illnesses and injuries healed and their strength, speed, and senses enhanced. They also gain other enhancements dependent on what the mortal needs, like extra arms, wings, an energy blast weapon to defend themselves, and the ability to communicate with animals, plants, and each other telepathically.
White Ravens continue to observe and collect information.
In one of the human villages near the Valley, a man walks through silently, plainly dressed just like all the others. The town around him is in a tizzy, the mayor having just been assassinated. News of the murder has spread like wildfire. Already rumors have spread, talks of a recent meeting with an official from a neighboring village gone bad, important documents being stolen, and the call for retaliation for this injustice.
As the man departs without incident, almost as if no one notices his presence, the commotion around him dies down. He glances back towards the frenzied town, smirking a bit, his golden eyes filled with mischief before he disappears into the shadows, leaving only a few black petals behind.
*Oh, I believe that Rendy’s creations should be able to affect the altered, not completely overtaking Happy’s programming but undoing some of it. Also just want to say, I love all of your characters Coronet, they have so much personality.*
*That would be fun. Poor alter would have such friendly little fellows attached to them, asking if they are ok and trying to cheer them up and make them feel better.
Also thank you, they are a lot of fun. I haven’t even introduced one of them proper and only two wills have actually spoken to her (Cog and the Frenzy), albeit through a conduit. It will be a lot of fun when she decides to finally show herself to someone.*
*hey guys. I'm on holiday for the next week so you might not hear much from me.*
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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 arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
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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)
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
Orchid looks up at the colossal tupelo with a sense of reverence and wonder, occasionally waving and exchanging greetings with some of the mortals on their way closer to it. They follow Savut up the tree, climbing it with some difficulty, before briefly sprinting to catch up with her.
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
Orchid looks up at the colossal tupelo with a sense of reverence and wonder, occasionally waving and exchanging greetings with some of the mortals on their way closer to it. They follow Savut up the tree, climbing it with some difficulty, before briefly sprinting to catch up with her.
Eventually, they reach a great portcullis carved in the side of the tree that leads to a dome-shaped area within the tree that resembles a temple. A small green fire burns in the center of the dome, with nine small wooden altars surrounding it. All the altars are stained with old blood. Seats surround the fire for the faithful to sit upon, and a staircase spirals around the exterior of the dome. Savut begins ascending that staircase.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
Orchid looks up at the colossal tupelo with a sense of reverence and wonder, occasionally waving and exchanging greetings with some of the mortals on their way closer to it. They follow Savut up the tree, climbing it with some difficulty, before briefly sprinting to catch up with her.
Eventually, they reach a great portcullis carved in the side of the tree that leads to a dome-shaped area within the tree that resembles a temple. A small green fire burns in the center of the dome, with nine small wooden altars surrounding it. All the altars are stained with old blood. Seats surround the fire for the faithful to sit upon, and a staircase spirals around the exterior of the dome. Savut begins ascending that staircase.
Orchid looks at the altars with curiosity, but doesn't linger for long. They continue following Savut.
"This place is so expansive! And it's so pretty! I hope my domain, once I find one, is even half as vast as yours."
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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)
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
Orchid looks up at the colossal tupelo with a sense of reverence and wonder, occasionally waving and exchanging greetings with some of the mortals on their way closer to it. They follow Savut up the tree, climbing it with some difficulty, before briefly sprinting to catch up with her.
Eventually, they reach a great portcullis carved in the side of the tree that leads to a dome-shaped area within the tree that resembles a temple. A small green fire burns in the center of the dome, with nine small wooden altars surrounding it. All the altars are stained with old blood. Seats surround the fire for the faithful to sit upon, and a staircase spirals around the exterior of the dome. Savut begins ascending that staircase.
Orchid looks at the altars with curiosity, but doesn't linger for long. They continue following Savut.
"This place is so expansive! And it's so pretty! I hope my domain, once I find one, is even half as vast as yours."
“Well, I’m rather old. I’ve spent a while building all of this up.” Savut reaches the top of the staircase and emerges onto the top of the tree. She heads to a small table with two chairs beside it that sits between the roots of all of the tree’s upper branches. Dappled green light blankets this area. Savut takes a seat and gestures for Orchid to as well.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“I am Savut. Lady of the Swamp. Queen of serpents, beasts, birds, and fish. The forests, glades, and rivers are my dominion. This is my realm.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Korzirak is tending to the Kingdom of Concordia
Xezithic is gliding through the sky, exploring.
Rendy is sleeping in Slayers manor with his fiery Derendians. More Derendians are spreading out and finding mortals to assimilate with, having begun to spread towards the Valley, The City of Peace, and the City of Order. Any mortal that has one of these little moth fellows attached to them find their illnesses and injuries healed and their strength, speed, and senses enhanced. They also gain other enhancements dependent on what the mortal needs, like extra arms, wings, an energy blast weapon to defend themselves, and the ability to communicate with animals, plants, and each other telepathically.
White Ravens continue to observe and collect information.
In one of the human villages near the Valley, a man walks through silently, plainly dressed just like all the others. The town around him is in a tizzy, the mayor having just been assassinated. News of the murder has spread like wildfire. Already rumors have spread, talks of a recent meeting with an official from a neighboring village gone bad, important documents being stolen, and the call for retaliation for this injustice.
As the man departs without incident, almost as if no one notices his presence, the commotion around him dies down. He glances back towards the frenzied town, smirking a bit, his golden eyes filled with mischief before he disappears into the shadows, leaving only a few black petals behind.
"Well, it's an honor to meet you! Your domain is beautiful. I love how lush and green it all is!" Orchid is in awe.
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)
“How kind of you to say.” Internally, Savut is contemplating either destroying or indoctrinating this new Will. “Perhaps you’d like to see the village that’s been built near the center of this swamp?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, absolutely! I'd love to see it!" Internally, Orchid is just hoping they can find a new friend in the more experienced Will.
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)
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Because they will see that we can make mistakes, that we are as imperfect as them. I want to shatter their faith.” The Fathomless notices he isn’t raising his voice like he is.
In the span of a few days, several underground criminal organizations are wiped from the face of existence, slaughtered with brutal efficiency and no trace of the culprit, which is a terrifying notion to all that discover the carnage that remains. Several well known crime bosses and high profile murderers and thieves are found among the victims, only adding to the mystery and fear surrounding the identity of the person, or persons, who could have accomplish such a task. When officials investigate the compounds of these underground crime rings, all the money and documentations of any criminal activities are missing, as if they never existed, leaving the investigator’s baffled.
*Oh, I believe that Rendy’s creations should be able to affect the altered, not completely overtaking Happy’s programming but undoing some of it. Also just want to say, I love all of your characters Coronet, they have so much personality.*
*That would be fun. Poor alter would have such friendly little fellows attached to them, asking if they are ok and trying to cheer them up and make them feel better.
Also thank you, they are a lot of fun. I haven’t even introduced one of them proper and only two wills have actually spoken to her (Cog and the Frenzy), albeit through a conduit. It will be a lot of fun when she decides to finally show herself to someone.*
*Anybody want to rp with your good ol buddy Jester?*
*sure*
The Twin Flames are in the form of two wyverns, carrying a few dragon eggs up to a mountain.
Mushisama is wandering the unclaimed, looking for a place to set up.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hey guys. I'm on holiday for the next week so you might not hear much from me.*
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.
*understood. Good luck out there.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Hello, everyone!*
The Snow Angel arrives at Faltros' castle, hoping to find more answers, not sure where else to go.
Orchid is eagerly following Savut back to the City at her domain's heart, humming to themselves as the plants grow more vibrant around them. Blooming buttonbush, swamp milkweed, and cardinal flowers emerge in a 100-foot radius wherever they walk.
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)
Savut eventually leads Orchid to Vespart and ushers her onto the cobbled path. Many of the buildings are on stilts or suspended between the ground and the branches of the great tupelo tree. The commoners, fishers, traders, and chemists who are upon the street all watch Savut with reverence as she wraps her tail around one of the larger boughs of her tree and flips herself up onto it. “Follow me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Orchid looks up at the colossal tupelo with a sense of reverence and wonder, occasionally waving and exchanging greetings with some of the mortals on their way closer to it. They follow Savut up the tree, climbing it with some difficulty, before briefly sprinting to catch up with her.
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)
Eventually, they reach a great portcullis carved in the side of the tree that leads to a dome-shaped area within the tree that resembles a temple. A small green fire burns in the center of the dome, with nine small wooden altars surrounding it. All the altars are stained with old blood. Seats surround the fire for the faithful to sit upon, and a staircase spirals around the exterior of the dome. Savut begins ascending that staircase.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Orchid looks at the altars with curiosity, but doesn't linger for long. They continue following Savut.
"This place is so expansive! And it's so pretty! I hope my domain, once I find one, is even half as vast as yours."
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)
“Well, I’m rather old. I’ve spent a while building all of this up.” Savut reaches the top of the staircase and emerges onto the top of the tree. She heads to a small table with two chairs beside it that sits between the roots of all of the tree’s upper branches. Dappled green light blankets this area. Savut takes a seat and gestures for Orchid to as well.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.