Chansth is now level 3, and has the Flesh, Plague, and Famine domains.
Chansth stalks a human and latches onto them with her mouth, her tongue piercing a hole into their veins, and sucks out their blood. Later, in the pit of ooze, she regurgitates a slithering tracker, the blood and mind of her victim.
”So you simply observe? Is there anything that will bring cause for you to act, or is your existence meant to be so passive?”
"W h a t p o i n t i s t h e r e i n c r e a t i o n i f w h a t o n e m a k e s w i l l b e d e s t r o y e d a n d y o u w i l l n o t? A l l p r o g r e s s l o s t . . ."
“That is an understandable mindset to have, if a rather depressing one. Could you not create something within your own pocket space, which seems to be everlasting. It could keep you company at least.”
"I t w o u l d l i k e l y b e c o n s u m e d, o r. . . W h a t i s t h a t t e r m S c i e n t i a u s e d? A h, y e s. S p a g h e t t i f i e d."
“Spaghettified….?” Zeon says, tilting his head a bit in confusion.
"S t r e t c h e d t o a n e x t r e m e l y h i g h a m o u n t, f r o m p h e n o m e n a c a l l e d b l a c k h o l e s. I t i s n a m e d a f t e r a s t r i n g l i k e f o o d I d o n o t b e l i e v e i s i n v e n t e d h e r e."
“Black holes…I don’t think the Collective has knowledge of such a phenomena. However, I think I understand that it makes creating thing…difficult then.”
"I n d e e d. A n d a g a i n, t h i s f o r m i s o n l y a m a n i f e s t a t i o n. I t w i l l n o t s u r v i v e t h i s w o r l d ' s i n e v i t a b l e d e s t r u c t i o n e i t h e r."
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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
”So you simply observe? Is there anything that will bring cause for you to act, or is your existence meant to be so passive?”
"W h a t p o i n t i s t h e r e i n c r e a t i o n i f w h a t o n e m a k e s w i l l b e d e s t r o y e d a n d y o u w i l l n o t? A l l p r o g r e s s l o s t . . ."
“That is an understandable mindset to have, if a rather depressing one. Could you not create something within your own pocket space, which seems to be everlasting. It could keep you company at least.”
"I t w o u l d l i k e l y b e c o n s u m e d, o r. . . W h a t i s t h a t t e r m S c i e n t i a u s e d? A h, y e s. S p a g h e t t i f i e d."
“Spaghettified….?” Zeon says, tilting his head a bit in confusion.
"S t r e t c h e d t o a n e x t r e m e l y h i g h a m o u n t, f r o m p h e n o m e n a c a l l e d b l a c k h o l e s. I t i s n a m e d a f t e r a s t r i n g l i k e f o o d I d o n o t b e l i e v e i s i n v e n t e d h e r e."
“Black holes…I don’t think the Collective has knowledge of such a phenomena. However, I think I understand that it makes creating thing…difficult then.”
"I n d e e d. A n d a g a i n, t h i s f o r m i s o n l y a m a n i f e s t a t i o n. I t w i l l n o t s u r v i v e t h i s w o r l d ' s i n e v i t a b l e d e s t r u c t i o n e i t h e r."
“Well, I hope this world’s destruction in far from the present. Though I feel the Collective would live on even if I were to perish.”
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%.
”So you simply observe? Is there anything that will bring cause for you to act, or is your existence meant to be so passive?”
"W h a t p o i n t i s t h e r e i n c r e a t i o n i f w h a t o n e m a k e s w i l l b e d e s t r o y e d a n d y o u w i l l n o t? A l l p r o g r e s s l o s t . . ."
“That is an understandable mindset to have, if a rather depressing one. Could you not create something within your own pocket space, which seems to be everlasting. It could keep you company at least.”
"I t w o u l d l i k e l y b e c o n s u m e d, o r. . . W h a t i s t h a t t e r m S c i e n t i a u s e d? A h, y e s. S p a g h e t t i f i e d."
“Spaghettified….?” Zeon says, tilting his head a bit in confusion.
"S t r e t c h e d t o a n e x t r e m e l y h i g h a m o u n t, f r o m p h e n o m e n a c a l l e d b l a c k h o l e s. I t i s n a m e d a f t e r a s t r i n g l i k e f o o d I d o n o t b e l i e v e i s i n v e n t e d h e r e."
“Black holes…I don’t think the Collective has knowledge of such a phenomena. However, I think I understand that it makes creating thing…difficult then.”
"I n d e e d. A n d a g a i n, t h i s f o r m i s o n l y a m a n i f e s t a t i o n. I t w i l l n o t s u r v i v e t h i s w o r l d ' s i n e v i t a b l e d e s t r u c t i o n e i t h e r."
“Well, I hope this world’s destruction in far from the present. Though I feel the Collective would live on even if I were to perish.”
"I h a v e f e l t t i m e d i f f e r e n t t h e n y o u, a n d w e m a y h a v e d i f f e r e n t m e a n i n g s o f " f a r f r o m t h e p r e s e n t "."
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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
*I've been busy so I haven't been on here as much as I would like. I am cooking up a new god though. Something eldritch and prehistoric.*
Crotalus is standing on top of his Holy Mesa. His poncho draped arms are out stretched and the harvested elements of the desert are clutched in his skeletal fingers. Snake skin, sun baked sand, red butte stone, coyote hair, buzzard feathers, heat bleached bones, armadillo plates, hare feet, cactus needles, scorpion venom, sandstorm wind, shriveled persimmons, widow webs, and everything else that makes up a desert. He then slowly raises his hands up above his horned head and clasps them together. An amber light pierces between his knuckle bones as he melds his fragments into one artifact. Then there is the whip crack of lightning and he pulls out a golden lasso. He whips the lasso all across the desert, stirring up sandstorms and tornados with each spin, causing the hoop to grow wider and wider until it could just about swallow the whole world.
With a flick of the wrist, the whirligig maw of the lariat is given flight. It rockets into the heavens and loops neatly around the blazing sun. Fire leaks down the god-spun rope and drips down on the desert below. Crotalus digs his silver spurred heels into the dirt, holding himself down as he spins the sun across the heavens.
*I've been busy so I haven't been on here as much as I would like. I am cooking up a new god though. Something eldritch and prehistoric.*
Crotalus is standing on top of his Holy Mesa. His poncho draped arms are out stretched and the harvested elements of the desert are clutched in his skeletal fingers. Snake skin, sun baked sand, red butte stone, coyote hair, buzzard feathers, heat bleached bones, armadillo plates, hare feet, cactus needles, scorpion venom, sandstorm wind, shriveled persimmons, widow webs, and everything else that makes up a desert. He then slowly raises his hands up above his horned head and clasps them together. An amber light pierces between his knuckle bones as he melds his fragments into one artifact. Then there is the whip crack of lightning and he pulls out a golden lasso. He whips the lasso all across the desert, stirring up sandstorms and tornados with each spin, causing the hoop to grow wider and wider until it could just about swallow the whole world.
With a flick of the wrist, the whirligig maw of the lariat is given flight. It rockets into the heavens and loops neatly around the blazing sun. Fire leaks down the god-spun rope and drips down on the desert below. Crotalus digs his silver spurred heels into the dirt, holding himself down as he spins the sun across the heavens.
*I've been busy so I haven't been on here as much as I would like. I am cooking up a new god though. Something eldritch and prehistoric.*
Crotalus is standing on top of his Holy Mesa. His poncho draped arms are out stretched and the harvested elements of the desert are clutched in his skeletal fingers. Snake skin, sun baked sand, red butte stone, coyote hair, buzzard feathers, heat bleached bones, armadillo plates, hare feet, cactus needles, scorpion venom, sandstorm wind, shriveled persimmons, widow webs, and everything else that makes up a desert. He then slowly raises his hands up above his horned head and clasps them together. An amber light pierces between his knuckle bones as he melds his fragments into one artifact. Then there is the whip crack of lightning and he pulls out a golden lasso. He whips the lasso all across the desert, stirring up sandstorms and tornados with each spin, causing the hoop to grow wider and wider until it could just about swallow the whole world.
With a flick of the wrist, the whirligig maw of the lariat is given flight. It rockets into the heavens and loops neatly around the blazing sun. Fire leaks down the god-spun rope and drips down on the desert below. Crotalus digs his silver spurred heels into the dirt, holding himself down as he spins the sun across the heavens.
Crotalus has crafted his true artifact.
a sandstorm whips up. "thats a good one."
"Howdy," He grunts, "And thanks. Took awhile to gather all the materials needed but I wanted it to be perfect. And after that fight with Falters I realized I really did need one."
Orchid is venturing into the desert- Crotalus' domain- with no clear objective in mind. They hum to themselves as they walk, revitalizing the plants around them as they do so, and occasionally animating them.
Sarahphym is continuing to terraform a part of the world with crushing glaciers, with little empathy for any creature caught in their way.
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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)
Sarahphym is continuing to terraform a part of the world with crushing glaciers, with little empathy for any creature caught in their way.
A storm gathers in the sky above them, turbulent winds all around them, although not effecting them directly, the ground violently shaking rhythmically, like someone taking steps along the ground. The sky blotted out by something absolutely gargantuan, and when they turn around they see it, an armored colossus with a massive greatspear, lightning crashing into their armor to add atmosphere. His mane blowing in the wind as he looks into the distance, standing there like a bulwark against all that is wrong in the world, the Storm Sovereign, The Nameless King.
Korzirak has returned to the Kingdom of Concordia after transforming several dragons. Back in his central temple, he creates a collection of twelve dragon eggs of a different color, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Purple, Pink, White, Gray, Black, and Brown.
Zeon is walking through the wasteland to see what he might find in such a harsh landscape.
Rendy is exploring some more, ready to make more friends.
*I've been busy so I haven't been on here as much as I would like. I am cooking up a new god though. Something eldritch and prehistoric.*
Crotalus is standing on top of his Holy Mesa. His poncho draped arms are out stretched and the harvested elements of the desert are clutched in his skeletal fingers. Snake skin, sun baked sand, red butte stone, coyote hair, buzzard feathers, heat bleached bones, armadillo plates, hare feet, cactus needles, scorpion venom, sandstorm wind, shriveled persimmons, widow webs, and everything else that makes up a desert. He then slowly raises his hands up above his horned head and clasps them together. An amber light pierces between his knuckle bones as he melds his fragments into one artifact. Then there is the whip crack of lightning and he pulls out a golden lasso. He whips the lasso all across the desert, stirring up sandstorms and tornados with each spin, causing the hoop to grow wider and wider until it could just about swallow the whole world.
With a flick of the wrist, the whirligig maw of the lariat is given flight. It rockets into the heavens and loops neatly around the blazing sun. Fire leaks down the god-spun rope and drips down on the desert below. Crotalus digs his silver spurred heels into the dirt, holding himself down as he spins the sun across the heavens.
Crotalus has crafted his true artifact.
a sandstorm whips up. "thats a good one."
"Howdy," He grunts, "And thanks. Took awhile to gather all the materials needed but I wanted it to be perfect. And after that fight with Falters I realized I really did need one."
Korzirak is keeping watch over the clutch of chromatic dragon eggs he has created.
The first of the mortal pilgrims from the ground below have reached the lair of the Primordial Aboleth. None but those few Cultists of the Primordial Storm and Xezithic itself knows what truly happened in that meeting, but those mortals emerged forever changed, becoming the first of a new species. They are primordial touched, the Genasi, beings that represent one of the four main elements.
Zeon continues to travel around, encountering mortals who see him as Xezithic's prophet or even the real Xezithic in humanoid form (not entirely correct but not completely incorrect either). The number of those that turn to Xezithic for reverence is steadily growing.
Rendy has been exploring as usual, meeting friends both mortal and will alike, his children always ready to help out those in need.
Chansth is now level 3, and has the Flesh, Plague, and Famine domains.
Chansth stalks a human and latches onto them with her mouth, her tongue piercing a hole into their veins, and sucks out their blood. Later, in the pit of ooze, she regurgitates a slithering tracker, the blood and mind of her victim.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"I n d e e d. A n d a g a i n, t h i s f o r m i s o n l y a m a n i f e s t a t i o n. I t w i l l n o t s u r v i v e t h i s w o r l d ' s i n e v i t a b l e d e s t r u c t i o n e i t h e r."
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
“Well, I hope this world’s destruction in far from the present. Though I feel the Collective would live on even if I were to perish.”
TF is in his office.
Hellfire is looking out on the world.
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.
"I h a v e f e l t t i m e d i f f e r e n t t h e n y o u, a n d w e m a y h a v e d i f f e r e n t m e a n i n g s o f " f a r f r o m t h e p r e s e n t "."
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
*I've been busy so I haven't been on here as much as I would like. I am cooking up a new god though. Something eldritch and prehistoric.*
Crotalus is standing on top of his Holy Mesa. His poncho draped arms are out stretched and the harvested elements of the desert are clutched in his skeletal fingers. Snake skin, sun baked sand, red butte stone, coyote hair, buzzard feathers, heat bleached bones, armadillo plates, hare feet, cactus needles, scorpion venom, sandstorm wind, shriveled persimmons, widow webs, and everything else that makes up a desert. He then slowly raises his hands up above his horned head and clasps them together. An amber light pierces between his knuckle bones as he melds his fragments into one artifact. Then there is the whip crack of lightning and he pulls out a golden lasso. He whips the lasso all across the desert, stirring up sandstorms and tornados with each spin, causing the hoop to grow wider and wider until it could just about swallow the whole world.
With a flick of the wrist, the whirligig maw of the lariat is given flight. It rockets into the heavens and loops neatly around the blazing sun. Fire leaks down the god-spun rope and drips down on the desert below. Crotalus digs his silver spurred heels into the dirt, holding himself down as he spins the sun across the heavens.
Crotalus has crafted his true artifact.
a sandstorm whips up. "thats a good one."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Howdy," He grunts, "And thanks. Took awhile to gather all the materials needed but I wanted it to be perfect. And after that fight with Falters I realized I really did need one."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Orchid is venturing into the desert- Crotalus' domain- with no clear objective in mind. They hum to themselves as they walk, revitalizing the plants around them as they do so, and occasionally animating them.
Sarahphym is continuing to terraform a part of the world with crushing glaciers, with little empathy for any creature caught in their way.
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 storm gathers in the sky above them, turbulent winds all around them, although not effecting them directly, the ground violently shaking rhythmically, like someone taking steps along the ground. The sky blotted out by something absolutely gargantuan, and when they turn around they see it, an armored colossus with a massive greatspear, lightning crashing into their armor to add atmosphere. His mane blowing in the wind as he looks into the distance, standing there like a bulwark against all that is wrong in the world, the Storm Sovereign, The Nameless King.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Korzirak has returned to the Kingdom of Concordia after transforming several dragons. Back in his central temple, he creates a collection of twelve dragon eggs of a different color, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Purple, Pink, White, Gray, Black, and Brown.
Zeon is walking through the wasteland to see what he might find in such a harsh landscape.
Rendy is exploring some more, ready to make more friends.
"yep. i can feel the power in it"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Cogintius is collecting the survey results.
The void is just floating there... Menacingly!!1!1!1!
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
*I think I’m obsessed with making water-based Wills because I really want to do another river god. This one will be cool though.*
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 keeping watch over the clutch of chromatic dragon eggs he has created.
The first of the mortal pilgrims from the ground below have reached the lair of the Primordial Aboleth. None but those few Cultists of the Primordial Storm and Xezithic itself knows what truly happened in that meeting, but those mortals emerged forever changed, becoming the first of a new species. They are primordial touched, the Genasi, beings that represent one of the four main elements.
Zeon continues to travel around, encountering mortals who see him as Xezithic's prophet or even the real Xezithic in humanoid form (not entirely correct but not completely incorrect either). The number of those that turn to Xezithic for reverence is steadily growing.
Rendy has been exploring as usual, meeting friends both mortal and will alike, his children always ready to help out those in need.
chansth stalks and drains another human
the storm lords cultists on the floating islands are perfoming the Dance of the Hurricane
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Memeeeeeeeeeeee*
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
*Even in death Happy Chaos continues to gremlin.*