No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
Someone has read a good couple books I see. Very well. Alive or undead?
"Well, alive would be preferable, undead would make them a victim."
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
The man writhes on the ground as the strange presence fades. "I have seen... nothing..." he gasps. "Carcosa is dead... we'll never find it... no hope..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
The man writhes on the ground as the strange presence fades. "I have seen... nothing..." he gasps. "Carcosa is dead... we'll never find it... no hope..."
"What is.. Huh?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
The man writhes on the ground as the strange presence fades. "I have seen... nothing..." he gasps. "Carcosa is dead... we'll never find it... no hope..."
"What is.. Huh?"
He groans in pain as he tries to rise from the ground. "We thought... they were at least in heaven... that our sigils communed with them... but the gods have truly left us..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
The man writhes on the ground as the strange presence fades. "I have seen... nothing..." he gasps. "Carcosa is dead... we'll never find it... no hope..."
"What is.. Huh?"
He groans in pain as he tries to rise from the ground. "We thought... they were at least in heaven... that our sigils communed with them... but the gods have truly left us..."
"Oh dammnn."
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"You probably know it as the Pig Festival. They don't worship me on that day, but if you know, you know. I am the Demon of Harvest, after all!"
The zombie reaches out with her free hand and takes Sylvan's (most low-level healing spells don't work on undead, and they don't heal naturally, so I'm interested to see what your plan is).
"Well, we just kick the ball back and forth to each other. It's a simple game, but it's the only one I know. Dad used to play it with me sometimes, but he's too busy nowadays."
He seems intrigued, and pulls a seed from his pocket.
“For you. A party gift.”
Sylvan puts his other hand on top of hers and closes his eyes. He casts Locate Object, centered on their leg. If it works, he helps her up and says, “Let’s find your leg.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"You probably know it as the Pig Festival. They don't worship me on that day, but if you know, you know. I am the Demon of Harvest, after all!"
The zombie reaches out with her free hand and takes Sylvan's (most low-level healing spells don't work on undead, and they don't heal naturally, so I'm interested to see what your plan is).
"Well, we just kick the ball back and forth to each other. It's a simple game, but it's the only one I know. Dad used to play it with me sometimes, but he's too busy nowadays."
He seems intrigued, and pulls a seed from his pocket.
“For you. A party gift.”
Sylvan puts his other hand on top of hers and closes his eyes. He casts Locate Object, centered on their leg. If it works, he helps her up and says, “Let’s find your leg.”
“Oh, ok. You first.”
The demon chuckles. "How delightful! I've always had a fondness for plants. I saw you grow a chair from this barren muck, so I have to ask if this one is special like that."
Sylvan doesn't find the legs with the spell. It's unlikely that they're over 1,000 ft away, or that there is any lead between you, so they were most likely destroyed. Probably eaten.
"Alright!" He runs a bit back, then kicks the ball to her across the ground.
"You probably know it as the Pig Festival. They don't worship me on that day, but if you know, you know. I am the Demon of Harvest, after all!"
The zombie reaches out with her free hand and takes Sylvan's (most low-level healing spells don't work on undead, and they don't heal naturally, so I'm interested to see what your plan is).
"Well, we just kick the ball back and forth to each other. It's a simple game, but it's the only one I know. Dad used to play it with me sometimes, but he's too busy nowadays."
He seems intrigued, and pulls a seed from his pocket.
“For you. A party gift.”
Sylvan puts his other hand on top of hers and closes his eyes. He casts Locate Object, centered on their leg. If it works, he helps her up and says, “Let’s find your leg.”
“Oh, ok. You first.”
The demon chuckles. "How delightful! I've always had a fondness for plants. I saw you grow a chair from this barren muck, so I have to ask if this one is special like that."
Sylvan doesn't find the legs with the spell. It's unlikely that they're over 1,000 ft away, or that there is any lead between you, so they were most likely destroyed. Probably eaten.
"Alright!" He runs a bit back, then kicks the ball to her across the ground.
*that ‘Probably eaten’ is making me nervous for some reason*
“It’s a very rare seed, from a very rare tree. Plant it and perform the ritual, life is brought to the land.”
Sylvan sighs. Stronger magic is needed. He does the same, but instead casts Regenerate. Heal 22. He then stands back. “It took stronger magic than I thought it would, but your leg will be back within 2 minutes.”
She nods, and kicks it back, not too strong, and not too weak, matching his strength.
*that ‘Probably eaten’ is making me nervous for some reason*
“It’s a very rare seed, from a very rare tree. Plant it and perform the ritual, life is brought to the land.”
Sylvan sighs. Stronger magic is needed. He does the same, but instead casts Regenerate. Heal 30. He then stands back. “It took stronger magic than I thought it would, but your leg will be back within 2 minutes.”
She nods, and kicks it back, not too strong, and not too weak, matching his strength.
"What a brilliant plant! I just need the mortals to attribute it to me, and suddenly I'll have worshippers again! Hell knows I deserve them more than those lousy gods."
"Thank... Sylvan... I have... gift..." She pulls out a small piece of paper and holds it out. It depicts a circular sigil of several lines pointing down, with scything arcs at the top and bottom. "His... Symbol..."
He kicks it back to her. "See? Isn't it-" A voice cries out startling Rigel. "BOY! YOU'D BEST NOT BE PLAYING WITH THOSE ROTTEN FILTH-EATERS AGAIN!" A skinny, scarred man comes out. "No dad! She's not from here! She's from... from..." Rigel falls silent, looking at his feet.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that ‘Probably eaten’ is making me nervous for some reason*
“It’s a very rare seed, from a very rare tree. Plant it and perform the ritual, life is brought to the land.”
Sylvan sighs. Stronger magic is needed. He does the same, but instead casts Regenerate. Heal 30. He then stands back. “It took stronger magic than I thought it would, but your leg will be back within 2 minutes.”
She nods, and kicks it back, not too strong, and not too weak, matching his strength.
"What a brilliant plant! I just need the mortals to attribute it to me, and suddenly I'll have worshippers again! Hell knows I deserve them more than those lousy gods."
"Thank... Sylvan... I have... gift..." She pulls out a small piece of paper and holds it out. It depicts a circular sigil of several lines pointing down, with scything arcs at the top and bottom. "His... Symbol..."
He kicks it back to her. "See? Isn't it-" A voice cries out startling Rigel. "BOY! YOU'D BEST NOT BE PLAYING WITH THOSE ROTTEN FILTH-EATERS AGAIN!" A skinny, scarred man comes out. "No dad! She's not from here! She's from... from..." Rigel falls silent, looking at his feet.
The Tiefling gives a silent chuckle.
“The tree and seed is already associated with another being. One that doesn’t ask for worship.”
Sylvan takes it, then look the zombie in her eyes. “Do you wish for me to stay until your leg is back?”
Nil looks at Rigel, sympathy in her eyes. She then looks at the man. “Who do you think you are ordering Rigel to not do what he pleases?”
"What a brilliant plant! I just need the mortals to attribute it to me, and suddenly I'll have worshippers again! Hell knows I deserve them more than those lousy gods."
"Thank... Sylvan... I have... gift..." She pulls out a small piece of paper and holds it out. It depicts a circular sigil of several lines pointing down, with scything arcs at the top and bottom. "His... Symbol..."
He kicks it back to her. "See? Isn't it-" A voice cries out startling Rigel. "BOY! YOU'D BEST NOT BE PLAYING WITH THOSE ROTTEN FILTH-EATERS AGAIN!" A skinny, scarred man comes out. "No dad! She's not from here! She's from... from..." Rigel falls silent, looking at his feet.
The Tiefling gives a silent chuckle.
“The tree and seed is already associated with another being. One that doesn’t ask for worship.”
Sylvan takes it, then look the zombie in her eyes. “Do you wish for me to stay until your leg is back?”
Nil looks at Rigel, sympathy in her eyes. She then looks at the man. “Who do you think you are ordering Rigel to not do what he pleases?”
"It wouldn't be the first time I've stolen something for credt." He laughs.
A spider crawls out of one of her sockets as she nods. "I've been alone... long..."
"I'm his father. I'm sorry if you don't understand how this works. I. Decide. What. Is. Best. And you do not seem like the best."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"Sorry 'bout the pain dude..."
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She/They pronouns
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The man writhes on the ground as the strange presence fades. "I have seen... nothing..." he gasps. "Carcosa is dead... we'll never find it... no hope..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What is.. Huh?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
He groans in pain as he tries to rise from the ground. "We thought... they were at least in heaven... that our sigils communed with them... but the gods have truly left us..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh dammnn."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I'm back*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*hi*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Hey, King!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The kid is hunched over a glass of water at the Gay Turnip. His table manners are rather poor
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*OOOOHHH I just got it! Kid Flint is named Trilley because his actual name is Trillinous, right?*
*Also I need to come up with a character for this that isn't just a passive NPC...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He seems intrigued, and pulls a seed from his pocket.
“For you. A party gift.”
Sylvan puts his other hand on top of hers and closes his eyes. He casts Locate Object, centered on their leg. If it works, he helps her up and says, “Let’s find your leg.”
“Oh, ok. You first.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*FEY HAVEN*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*yes that's exactly why!*
*man I love this thread*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"H-hey there, kid. Wanna buy some o' the good stuff?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
The demon chuckles. "How delightful! I've always had a fondness for plants. I saw you grow a chair from this barren muck, so I have to ask if this one is special like that."
Sylvan doesn't find the legs with the spell. It's unlikely that they're over 1,000 ft away, or that there is any lead between you, so they were most likely destroyed. Probably eaten.
"Alright!" He runs a bit back, then kicks the ball to her across the ground.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that ‘Probably eaten’ is making me nervous for some reason*
“It’s a very rare seed, from a very rare tree. Plant it and perform the ritual, life is brought to the land.”
Sylvan sighs. Stronger magic is needed. He does the same, but instead casts Regenerate. Heal 22. He then stands back. “It took stronger magic than I thought it would, but your leg will be back within 2 minutes.”
She nods, and kicks it back, not too strong, and not too weak, matching his strength.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"What a brilliant plant! I just need the mortals to attribute it to me, and suddenly I'll have worshippers again! Hell knows I deserve them more than those lousy gods."
"Thank... Sylvan... I have... gift..." She pulls out a small piece of paper and holds it out. It depicts a circular sigil of several lines pointing down, with scything arcs at the top and bottom. "His... Symbol..."
He kicks it back to her. "See? Isn't it-" A voice cries out startling Rigel. "BOY! YOU'D BEST NOT BE PLAYING WITH THOSE ROTTEN FILTH-EATERS AGAIN!" A skinny, scarred man comes out. "No dad! She's not from here! She's from... from..." Rigel falls silent, looking at his feet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Tiefling gives a silent chuckle.
“The tree and seed is already associated with another being. One that doesn’t ask for worship.”
Sylvan takes it, then look the zombie in her eyes. “Do you wish for me to stay until your leg is back?”
Nil looks at Rigel, sympathy in her eyes. She then looks at the man. “Who do you think you are ordering Rigel to not do what he pleases?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*AGGHH I CAN’T COME UP WITH A CHARACTER*
"It wouldn't be the first time I've stolen something for credt." He laughs.
A spider crawls out of one of her sockets as she nods. "I've been alone... long..."
"I'm his father. I'm sorry if you don't understand how this works. I. Decide. What. Is. Best. And you do not seem like the best."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.