There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
As they are travelling near the giant cypress, they notice a faint movement of something. A small creature resembling a snake slithers its way through the brambles and into the inner chambers of the tree.
The Bed's head looks around for the snake, following after where it went as far as they can, their spiked tires making it easy to move through the swamp.
*Alright, I'm back. Sorry 'bout the delay.*
Inside the cypress, they see a large sanctum with its walls entirely covered in similar thorn plants, and at its center is a large pool of some shimmering amber liquid that seems to be incredibly deep, as even though the liquid is somewhat transparent, they cannot see the bottom of the pool. However, what they can see is a gargantuan serpentine(?) shadow, large as a full-grown dragon, occasionally swimming into and out of view, several long vine-like appendages trailing behind what they can presume is the being's head.
Orchid doesn't seem to notice The Bed's presence, continuing to swim through the amber pool.
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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)
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
“Huh?” Phantoms slowly floats over to the lab and looks inside.
Inside is Happy Chaos in his gi, playing video games, which Phantom would have never seen before:
“Uh…”Phantom just stares a bit dumbfounded at all of the equipment and the video game, trying to wrap his head around it.
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
<For after you finish the scene with Sarahphym>
Shortly after Cogintius meets with the now mortal Sarahphym, his guards return to his T.O.M., telling him another person has asked for his audience. They warn him about the swords, and the threatening gestures he first made when he arrived, and the strange garments he wears.
*I was thinking more he meets Sarahphym on the way, but this makes more sense lol*
He nods. "Worry not, I will be fine." He then teleports back to the entrance to meet with the visitor.
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
*Ah, got it.*
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm just swinging by to check on how things have been before I head somewhere else."
*I'm baaaaaaacccccccccckkkkk*
"That is none of your business, now that you have been evicted from the Mythos of Order. However, we have been doing well without you."
They give a sort of half-hearted laugh. "You all really moved on that quickly? I mean, I can't say I'm surprised." They glance at the wanted posters. "I'm gonna guess I'm not allowed in?"
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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)
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
Standing outside the barrier is a mortal, visibly weary from several days of travel, with a rudimentary pack of supplies slung over their back. Their tired, piercing yellow eyes look over to Cogintius, and immediately he can recognize who stands before him. Sarah gives a sort of smirk.
"Hey there."
*Was referring to Platyboss but we'll say this is before or after that*
Cogintius looks down at the now Snow Mortal. "Well, it seems you were turned mortal after all. That is good. I thought you had ran away."
*Ah, got it.*
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm just swinging by to check on how things have been before I head somewhere else."
*I'm baaaaaaacccccccccckkkkk*
"That is none of your business, now that you have been evicted from the Mythos of Order. However, we have been doing well without you."
They give a sort of half-hearted laugh. "You all really moved on that quickly? I mean, I can't say I'm surprised." They glance at the wanted posters. "I'm gonna guess I'm not allowed in?"
"That is correct, with obvious reasoning. Although, these wanted posters were because I believed you had escaped. Now that I see you are mortal, these may go." The papers instantly clear and are teleported away for use in something else.
Phantom is exploring the realm of the God Butcher, fascinated and a bit weirded out by the place, though the theme park is a fun area.
They see what seems to be a laboratory, and within they hear someone working, flashing lights, explosions, the whole shabang. Occasionally with a flash they see the shape of the scientist, including a halo and horns.
“Huh?” Phantoms slowly floats over to the lab and looks inside.
Inside is Happy Chaos in his gi, playing video games, which Phantom would have never seen before:
“Uh…”Phantom just stares a bit dumbfounded at all of the equipment and the video game, trying to wrap his head around it.
He turns around, pausing the game “Hey, would you like to take a seat?” He slaps the other side of the couch “I can teach you how to play if you want.”
"I see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
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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)
He turns around, pausing the game “Hey, would you like to take a seat?” He slaps the other side of the couch “I can teach you how to play if you want.”
Phantom, utterly bewildered but very curious would float over and plop down on the couch.
"I see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
He turns around, pausing the game “Hey, would you like to take a seat?” He slaps the other side of the couch “I can teach you how to play if you want.”
Phantom, utterly bewildered but very curious would float over and plop down on the couch.
Happy passes him a controller “Oh yeah, by the way, I’m Happy Chaos, who are you?” He unpauses the game, teaching him how to play in between sentences.
"I see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
"Alright- not what I was trying to do, but alright. Listen, I don't have any plans to try and get back at any of you- I may be bitter about it, but I know when I've lost." They pause, not having the energy to keep up an argument after several days of rigorous travel.
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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)
There is more growth in the Amber Marsh, all originating from the giant cypress at its center. Creeping, twisting vines of emerald green sprawl across the land, adorned in long orange thorns that drip with a faintly luminous amber venom. At the colossal tree, the vines have almost entirely choked up the entrance to the chambers within, leaving only a somewhat person-sized gap between the brambles, and continue to stretch up the tree's trunk and across the fields of wildflowers around it.
There is a faint sound of movement and what sounds like echoing drops of water coming from within.
What seems to be Bed on wheels is moving through the Amber Marsh, atop of which is a child. The child seems to nailed to the bed, but other wills can sense they are a fellow will.
As they are travelling near the giant cypress, they notice a faint movement of something. A small creature resembling a snake slithers its way through the brambles and into the inner chambers of the tree.
The Bed's head looks around for the snake, following after where it went as far as they can, their spiked tires making it easy to move through the swamp.
*Alright, I'm back. Sorry 'bout the delay.*
Inside the cypress, they see a large sanctum with its walls entirely covered in similar thorn plants, and at its center is a large pool of some shimmering amber liquid that seems to be incredibly deep, as even though the liquid is somewhat transparent, they cannot see the bottom of the pool. However, what they can see is a gargantuan serpentine(?) shadow, large as a full-grown dragon, occasionally swimming into and out of view, several long vine-like appendages trailing behind what they can presume is the being's head.
Orchid doesn't seem to notice The Bed's presence, continuing to swim through the amber pool.
The Bed moves as close as it can without Orchid noticing, although head begins to crack, revealing dilated pupils and organic matter. The area begins to become surreal around both Orchid and the Bed as the child upon it moves, a single word ringing in their mind as they turn towards him, that in the voice of a hyper intelligent teenager “Greetings.”
"I see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
"Alright- not what I was trying to do, but alright. Listen, I don't have any plans to try and get back at any of you- I may be bitter about it, but I know when I've lost." They pause, not having the energy to keep up an argument after several days of rigorous travel.
"A wise choice, considering your current position. Now, if you are finished, I have matters to attend to."
The swimming giant of the pool stops upon 'hearing' his greetings, and begins to move towards's the amber liquid's surface. As it does, the vines and scales and patches of chitin all about the creature shift and fold into themselves, their form growing smaller and less immediately monstrous over time. By the time Orchid breaches the pool and steps out onto the floor around it, they appear like a humanoid figure- albeit one entirely made of twisting vines, roots, thorns, flowers of blue and pink and amber, chitin, and patches of reptilian scales. A pair of cicada-like wings fold out from their back, and they have the characteristic split jaw, fangs, and forked tongue of a serpent. Their eyes lock with his- three vertical slit pupils in a vertical line in each, with an ever-shifting whirlwind of blue and pink and amber hues filling the rest of their eyes.
"Hi there! Who are you?"
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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 see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
"Alright- not what I was trying to do, but alright. Listen, I don't have any plans to try and get back at any of you- I may be bitter about it, but I know when I've lost." They pause, not having the energy to keep up an argument after several days of rigorous travel.
"A wise choice, considering your current position. Now, if you are finished, I have matters to attend to."
"Well, I do have one question left: Do you have Balatro's Artifact from my old temple? I was hoping to meet with them- you know, extend an olive branch of sorts- and I want to return it to them. It's not like I can even use it if I wanted to, so I might as well give it back to its rightful owner."
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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 swimming giant of the pool stops upon 'hearing' his greetings, and begins to move towards's the amber liquid's surface. As it does, the vines and scales and patches of chitin all about the creature shift and fold into themselves, their form growing smaller and less immediately monstrous over time. By the time Orchid breaches the pool and steps out onto the floor around it, they appear like a humanoid figure- albeit one entirely made of twisting vines, roots, thorns, flowers of blue and pink and amber, chitin, and patches of reptilian scales. A pair of cicada-like wings fold out from their back, and they have the characteristic split jaw, fangs, and forked tongue of a serpent. Their eyes lock with his- three vertical slit pupils in a vertical line in each, with an ever-shifting whirlwind of blue and pink and amber hues filling the rest of their eyes.
"Hi there! Who are you?"
The child seems to be where the voice came from, they aren’t wearing much, what appears to be some kind of medical robes, stark white, and they have what seems to be an red up arrow attached to their head, atop their hair. The Bed leans down to Orchid, the spikes on the front two wheels shifting to hands as it stands up straight, Orchid can sense that the Bed is the child’s true artifact. They seem to be asleep, and yet still able to speak and be conscious at all times “I am… you may call me Bedman. I find this place fascinating, beautiful, surreal. Did you conceive and create this place?”
The swimming giant of the pool stops upon 'hearing' his greetings, and begins to move towards's the amber liquid's surface. As it does, the vines and scales and patches of chitin all about the creature shift and fold into themselves, their form growing smaller and less immediately monstrous over time. By the time Orchid breaches the pool and steps out onto the floor around it, they appear like a humanoid figure- albeit one entirely made of twisting vines, roots, thorns, flowers of blue and pink and amber, chitin, and patches of reptilian scales. A pair of cicada-like wings fold out from their back, and they have the characteristic split jaw, fangs, and forked tongue of a serpent. Their eyes lock with his- three vertical slit pupils in a vertical line in each, with an ever-shifting whirlwind of blue and pink and amber hues filling the rest of their eyes.
"Hi there! Who are you?"
The child seems to be where the voice came from, they aren’t wearing much, what appears to be some kind of medical robes, stark white, and they have what seems to be an red up arrow attached to their head, atop their hair. The Bed leans down to Orchid, the spikes on the front two wheels shifting to hands as it stands up straight, Orchid can sense that the Bed is the child’s true artifact. They seem to be asleep, and yet still able to speak and be conscious at all times “I am… you may call me Bedman. I find this place fascinating, beautiful, surreal. Did you conceive and create this place?”
"Yes- I grew it all myself, in fact! I am Orchid, a Will of Nature and Alchemy, and devout follower of Savut. What brings you to my domain?"
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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 see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
"Alright- not what I was trying to do, but alright. Listen, I don't have any plans to try and get back at any of you- I may be bitter about it, but I know when I've lost." They pause, not having the energy to keep up an argument after several days of rigorous travel.
"A wise choice, considering your current position. Now, if you are finished, I have matters to attend to."
"Well, I do have one question left: Do you have Balatro's Artifact from my old temple? I was hoping to meet with them- you know, extend an olive branch of sorts- and I want to return it to them. It's not like I can even use it if I wanted to, so I might as well give it back to its rightful owner."
He turns around, pausing the game “Hey, would you like to take a seat?” He slaps the other side of the couch “I can teach you how to play if you want.”
Phantom, utterly bewildered but very curious would float over and plop down on the couch.
Happy passes him a controller “Oh yeah, by the way, I’m Happy Chaos, who are you?” He unpauses the game, teaching him how to play in between sentences.
“Oh, I’m Phantom. So you are that Hapoy guy that Szerucharz mentioned” Phantom replies as he takes the controller, looking at it.
Cogintius has made a wanted poster of Sarahphym, unaware she's been turned mortal already, and is copying it using arcane power. Suddenly his guards enter the T.O.M, inform him of someone seeking an audience, and he goes off to the wards to grant it.
The void is watching the Herionidans build.
The tree of divinity is growing more and more. It creates more and more animals, such as horses, leopards, and rabbits. The tiniest bit of fruit is starting to grow on it, but it'll take an extremely long time to grow fully and is currently not able to be consumed.
<For after you finish the scene with Sarahphym>
Shortly after Cogintius meets with the now mortal Sarahphym, his guards return to his T.O.M., telling him another person has asked for his audience. They warn him about the swords, and the threatening gestures he first made when he arrived, and the strange garments he wears.
*I was thinking more he meets Sarahphym on the way, but this makes more sense lol*
He nods. "Worry not, I will be fine." He then teleports back to the entrance to meet with the visitor.
<I think both ideas make sense, actually>
The entity see Cogintius coming from a long time away. A golden aura surrounds him, appearing as parchment and paper, with runes dancing in between. From his memories, he catches a glimpse of a face, sharp as glass-no, ice, with piercing eyes. He seems slightly relieved yet annoyed. The visions stop suddenly, as does the aura. The entity stares up at the face of Cogintius through the shimmering walls of the ward. He signs at Cogintius.
What was signed: D-A-N-N-Y said you are smart know about domains. I need help.
What was implied/meant: Danny said that you were intelligent and know about domains. I need help.
*Alright, I'm back. Sorry 'bout the delay.*
Inside the cypress, they see a large sanctum with its walls entirely covered in similar thorn plants, and at its center is a large pool of some shimmering amber liquid that seems to be incredibly deep, as even though the liquid is somewhat transparent, they cannot see the bottom of the pool. However, what they can see is a gargantuan serpentine(?) shadow, large as a full-grown dragon, occasionally swimming into and out of view, several long vine-like appendages trailing behind what they can presume is the being's head.
Orchid doesn't seem to notice The Bed's presence, continuing to swim through the amber pool.
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)
“Uh…” Phantom just stares a bit dumbfounded at all of the equipment and the video game, trying to wrap his head around it.
*I was thinking more he meets Sarahphym on the way, but this makes more sense lol*
He nods. "Worry not, I will be fine." He then teleports back to the entrance to meet with the visitor.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
They give a sort of half-hearted laugh. "You all really moved on that quickly? I mean, I can't say I'm surprised." They glance at the wanted posters. "I'm gonna guess I'm not allowed in?"
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)
"That is correct, with obvious reasoning. Although, these wanted posters were because I believed you had escaped. Now that I see you are mortal, these may go." The papers instantly clear and are teleported away for use in something else.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
He turns around, pausing the game “Hey, would you like to take a seat?” He slaps the other side of the couch “I can teach you how to play if you want.”
*Snippet for Sarah and Cog.*
"I see... Do you know why Arsendir jumped at the chance to propose this whole... thing to you? Because I certainly don't- well, I can think of one reason, but that's besides the point."
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)
Phantom, utterly bewildered but very curious would float over and plop down on the couch.
"I care not for your theories. Whatever you say cannot be trusted. Your attempts to sow discord amongst the Mythos will not succeed."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
Happy passes him a controller “Oh yeah, by the way, I’m Happy Chaos, who are you?” He unpauses the game, teaching him how to play in between sentences.
"Alright- not what I was trying to do, but alright. Listen, I don't have any plans to try and get back at any of you- I may be bitter about it, but I know when I've lost." They pause, not having the energy to keep up an argument after several days of rigorous travel.
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 Bed moves as close as it can without Orchid noticing, although head begins to crack, revealing dilated pupils and organic matter. The area begins to become surreal around both Orchid and the Bed as the child upon it moves, a single word ringing in their mind as they turn towards him, that in the voice of a hyper intelligent teenager “Greetings.”
"A wise choice, considering your current position. Now, if you are finished, I have matters to attend to."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
*Snippet for Orchid and Bed*
The swimming giant of the pool stops upon 'hearing' his greetings, and begins to move towards's the amber liquid's surface. As it does, the vines and scales and patches of chitin all about the creature shift and fold into themselves, their form growing smaller and less immediately monstrous over time. By the time Orchid breaches the pool and steps out onto the floor around it, they appear like a humanoid figure- albeit one entirely made of twisting vines, roots, thorns, flowers of blue and pink and amber, chitin, and patches of reptilian scales. A pair of cicada-like wings fold out from their back, and they have the characteristic split jaw, fangs, and forked tongue of a serpent. Their eyes lock with his- three vertical slit pupils in a vertical line in each, with an ever-shifting whirlwind of blue and pink and amber hues filling the rest of their eyes.
"Hi there! Who are you?"
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 do have one question left: Do you have Balatro's Artifact from my old temple? I was hoping to meet with them- you know, extend an olive branch of sorts- and I want to return it to them. It's not like I can even use it if I wanted to, so I might as well give it back to its rightful owner."
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 child seems to be where the voice came from, they aren’t wearing much, what appears to be some kind of medical robes, stark white, and they have what seems to be an red up arrow attached to their head, atop their hair. The Bed leans down to Orchid, the spikes on the front two wheels shifting to hands as it stands up straight, Orchid can sense that the Bed is the child’s true artifact. They seem to be asleep, and yet still able to speak and be conscious at all times “I am… you may call me Bedman. I find this place fascinating, beautiful, surreal. Did you conceive and create this place?”
"Yes- I grew it all myself, in fact! I am Orchid, a Will of Nature and Alchemy, and devout follower of Savut. What brings you to my domain?"
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)
"No. Now, begone." He teleports away.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
“Oh, I’m Phantom. So you are that Hapoy guy that Szerucharz mentioned” Phantom replies as he takes the controller, looking at it.
<I think both ideas make sense, actually>
The entity see Cogintius coming from a long time away. A golden aura surrounds him, appearing as parchment and paper, with runes dancing in between. From his memories, he catches a glimpse of a face, sharp as glass-no, ice, with piercing eyes. He seems slightly relieved yet annoyed. The visions stop suddenly, as does the aura. The entity stares up at the face of Cogintius through the shimmering walls of the ward. He signs at Cogintius.
What was signed: D-A-N-N-Y said you are smart know about domains. I need help.
What was implied/meant: Danny said that you were intelligent and know about domains. I need help.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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