He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
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>>Savathún is floating in her camp, her eyes closed, apparently meditating. A large collection of acolytes and thralls have collected around her.
Kalus is in his makeshift throne room in his war camp.
TF is painting the outside of the City of Order.
Hellfire is wandering.
Caiatl (who, being the daughter of a deity, is technically an avatar) is talking to Nameless.
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He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
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He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
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*Am I doing a good job of making Kalus detestable?
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*Am I doing a good job of making Kalus detestable?
*Well considering how noble the Nameless King is, I’d say so, a good counterpart.*
*Thanks. Caiatl will eventually overthrow Kalus, at least that's my plan.*
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He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
He hold out his hand, his great spear flying into it before he begins to fly off with them both, steadily growing back to his gargantuan height “It will be a miracle if I do not kill that [gp] by the end of the day.” The wings of the dragon beat as they arrive at the tallest mountain for hundreds of miles, a storm constantly blowing around it.
He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
He holds out his hand, his great spear flying into it before he begins to fly off with them both, steadily growing back to his gargantuan height “It will be a miracle if I do not kill that [gp] by the end of the day.” The wings of the dragon beat as they arrive at the tallest mountain for hundreds of miles, a storm constantly blowing around it.
"The day grows old, you will have to be quick if you want a miracle to happen." Caiatl laughs.
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"I'm Orchidaceae, but almost everyone calls me Orchid. I was a bit curious too, seeing you flying around above the water. It's not often that other Wills stop by this place... speaking of which, what brings you here?"
"Nice to meet you Orchid. I just exploring around, seeing what I can find and who I can meet. I haven't seen much of the world outside of the Frostbitten Wastes or the Ashlands in the far North so I figured I'd see what was around here."
"I was actually doing something similar- travelling to other parts of the world, I mean. This river connects to many places in the realm, including the domains of Savut and I."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
He holds out his hand, his great spear flying into it before he begins to fly off with them both, steadily growing back to his gargantuan height “It will be a miracle if I do not kill that [gp] by the end of the day.” The wings of the dragon beat as they arrive at the tallest mountain for hundreds of miles, a storm constantly blowing around it.
"The day grows old, you will have to be quick if you want a miracle to happen." Caiatl laughs.
He chuckles with her as they land, flying through the storm to reveal a bustling city, at his arrival mortals cheer, asking questions about the new woman who had come with them, obviously knowing them to be different as they were brought alone. “This is Caiatl, my pupil.” He points to a group “No. She is not my wife, ask again and you’ll have to train with me personally.” The groups leave after a few more questions, and he helps Caiatl off his dragon friend.
He stands as tall as he has any right to, towering over every soldier on the field, yet not in his colossus form. He calmly asks “You were staring, why?”
She looks up at him. "I haven't seen you before. You seemed to be directing the soldiers. My father doesn't usually allow anyone except himself do that."
“Your father is craven and cowardly. I was only allowed to teach them anything because of my overwhelming power over him. I assume you are the daughter he was talking about selling off for diplomatic power?” He says, empathy in his eyes, having been through something similar.
"Yes. He views that as a little joke to release tension. Like me, honestly." She pauses. "My name is Caiatl. What's yours?"
He sighs “I am the Nameless King, a pleasure to meet you Caiatl, but I am not sure your father is joking.” He says, looking to the distant horizon.
"Neither am I." She replies, watching the soldiers spar with each other. "At least they have some semblance of honor left."
“You seem much more honorable than your father. Interesting. It is good to know there is some true warrior among the legions.” His mane blows cinematically in the wind of the storm.
"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
He holds out his hand, his great spear flying into it before he begins to fly off with them both, steadily growing back to his gargantuan height “It will be a miracle if I do not kill that [gp] by the end of the day.” The wings of the dragon beat as they arrive at the tallest mountain for hundreds of miles, a storm constantly blowing around it.
"The day grows old, you will have to be quick if you want a miracle to happen." Caiatl laughs.
He chuckles with her as they land, flying through the storm to reveal a bustling city, at his arrival mortals cheer, asking questions about the new woman who had come with them, obviously knowing them to be different as they were brought alone. “This is Caiatl, my pupil.” He points to a group “No. She is not my wife, ask again and you’ll have to train with me personally.” The groups leave after a few more questions, and he helps Caiatl off his dragon friend.
She grins. "Well. Nice to see someone has an adoring crowd."
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He smiles underneath his helm, “Adoring? They are just curious, I just helped them when they were in need.”
"Cheering doesn't sound like something someone who was just curious would do." Caiatl opines. "Now, where are we going?"
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He smiles underneath his helm, “Adoring? They are just curious, I just helped them when they were in need.”
"Cheering doesn't sound like something someone who was just curious would do." Caiatl opines. "Now, where are we going?"
He points to a temple atop the mountain, the true eye of the storm “They shouldn’t be cheering, they shouldn’t put me on the pedestal of some kind of god.” He begins walking to the temple, interacting with people along the way, all of them happy to talk with the Nameless King.
He smiles underneath his helm, “Adoring? They are just curious, I just helped them when they were in need.”
"Cheering doesn't sound like something someone who was just curious would do." Caiatl opines. "Now, where are we going?"
He points to a temple atop the mountain, the true eye of the storm “They shouldn’t be cheering, they shouldn’t put me on the pedestal of some kind of god.” He begins walking to the temple, interacting with people along the way, all of them happy to talk with the Nameless King.
"Good to see some humility." Caiatl sighs. "Back at the palace, Kalus had a whole room dedicated to a giant gold statue of himself." She follows.
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He smiles underneath his helm, “Adoring? They are just curious, I just helped them when they were in need.”
"Cheering doesn't sound like something someone who was just curious would do." Caiatl opines. "Now, where are we going?"
He points to a temple atop the mountain, the true eye of the storm “They shouldn’t be cheering, they shouldn’t put me on the pedestal of some kind of god.” He begins walking to the temple, interacting with people along the way, all of them happy to talk with the Nameless King.
"Good to see some humility." Caiatl sighs. "Back at the palace, Kalus had a whole room dedicated to a giant gold statue of himself." She follows.
He sighs “It sounds like he’s trying to be impossible to like. With an ego that big how does he even walk through doors without getting his head stuck?” He chuckles.
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"'If only I had a son,' He'll say at night when he thinks no-one can hear him. 'A son I may train as a warrior and prince.' I do not see the difference between a male heir and a female one, but he doesn't care, he just wants a son, and that's final." She is silent a moment. "Could you train me?" She asks suddenly, looking up at Nameless.
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I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Kalus is in his makeshift throne room in his war camp.
TF is painting the outside of the City of Order.
Hellfire is wandering.
Caiatl (who, being the daughter of a deity, is technically an avatar) is talking to Nameless.
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I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
He looks down to her, his eyes softening “I understand your position more than you would ever hope to know. I cannot train you, but I will assist your own growth as much as I possibly can.” He looks back up “Now what would your father think of you spending all your time with someone like me? I do not want to make an unnecessary enemy, nor do I want to kill your father. Not yet anyway.”
"He wouldn't think much. He ignores me most of the time. He's either at one of his feasts, or he's shouting at someone, which is often me or one of the centurions. Mostly the centurions, thank goodness. Not like I don't feel sorry for them, I just don't want to be in the way when Kalus is in a mood."
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Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
“Hmm fine. Then we should get going before you tell me any more that might change my mind about killing your father.” With that his colossal storm dragon flaps down, the wing beats almost as heavy as the Nameless King’s steps in his true form “Climb on, or are you afraid of heights?”
She looks on in awe for a moment, before quickly climbing on. Kalus stomps out of the hall to see what's happening, ignores Caiatl and shouts "Goodbye, my friend! May I see you soon!" He then leaves again.
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*Am I doing a good job of making Kalus detestable?
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*Well considering his noble the Nameless King is, I’d say so, a good counterpart.*
*Thanks. Caiatl will eventually overthrow Kalus, at least that's my plan.*
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He hold out his hand, his great spear flying into it before he begins to fly off with them both, steadily growing back to his gargantuan height “It will be a miracle if I do not kill that [gp] by the end of the day.” The wings of the dragon beat as they arrive at the tallest mountain for hundreds of miles, a storm constantly blowing around it.
"The day grows old, you will have to be quick if you want a miracle to happen." Caiatl laughs.
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"I was actually doing something similar- travelling to other parts of the world, I mean. This river connects to many places in the realm, including the domains of Savut and I."
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 chuckles with her as they land, flying through the storm to reveal a bustling city, at his arrival mortals cheer, asking questions about the new woman who had come with them, obviously knowing them to be different as they were brought alone. “This is Caiatl, my pupil.” He points to a group “No. She is not my wife, ask again and you’ll have to train with me personally.” The groups leave after a few more questions, and he helps Caiatl off his dragon friend.
SIN is flying on his storm cloud, contemplating stuff
Burning Birds are watching
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
She grins. "Well. Nice to see someone has an adoring crowd."
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*Cut*
He smiles underneath his helm, “Adoring? They are just curious, I just helped them when they were in need.”
"Cheering doesn't sound like something someone who was just curious would do." Caiatl opines. "Now, where are we going?"
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He points to a temple atop the mountain, the true eye of the storm “They shouldn’t be cheering, they shouldn’t put me on the pedestal of some kind of god.” He begins walking to the temple, interacting with people along the way, all of them happy to talk with the Nameless King.
"Good to see some humility." Caiatl sighs. "Back at the palace, Kalus had a whole room dedicated to a giant gold statue of himself." She follows.
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He sighs “It sounds like he’s trying to be impossible to like. With an ego that big how does he even walk through doors without getting his head stuck?” He chuckles.