The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Current Character(s): Marcon Domine level 2 monk in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Current Campaigns: Icewind Dale: Rime Of the Frostmaiden, Princes of the Apocalypse
Four things I hate in D&D: People who think the tarasque is the most powerful (an empyrean or kraken can beat it), players trying to seduce bad guys (it's funny though), when a monster roles a NAT 20 (everyone hates that), rolling a NAT 1 (everyone hates that)
*Just read through the rules and make a character. No need for an official character sheet or anything, just the concept will do. We’d be glad to have you!*
Current Character(s): Marcon Domine level 2 monk in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Current Campaigns: Icewind Dale: Rime Of the Frostmaiden, Princes of the Apocalypse
Four things I hate in D&D: People who think the tarasque is the most powerful (an empyrean or kraken can beat it), players trying to seduce bad guys (it's funny though), when a monster roles a NAT 20 (everyone hates that), rolling a NAT 1 (everyone hates that)
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
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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
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
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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
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
“Teleportation circle went wonky. You were teleported somewhere —“
She leans forward. “— that doesn’t exist. Spooooky.”
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
“Teleportation circle went wonky. You were teleported somewhere —“
She leans forward. “— that doesn’t exist. Spooooky.”
"Is there a way we can get back to the Bloody Barnacle? We were thousands of miles away when the circle went off."
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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
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
“Teleportation circle went wonky. You were teleported somewhere —“
She leans forward. “— that doesn’t exist. Spooooky.”
"Is there a way we can get back to the Bloody Barnacle? We were thousands of miles away when the circle went off."
“Muddy whatsit? The [GP] is that? I can take you to most islands, but not a muddy whatsit.”
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
“Teleportation circle went wonky. You were teleported somewhere —“
She leans forward. “— that doesn’t exist. Spooooky.”
"Is there a way we can get back to the Bloody Barnacle? We were thousands of miles away when the circle went off."
“Muddy whatsit? The [GP] is that? I can take you to most islands, but not a muddy whatsit.”
"It's a ship. Currently docked off the coast of New Zealand, so if you were to generously bring us around there..."
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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
"It's a ship. Currently docked off the coast of New Zealand, so if you were to generously bring us around there..."
She shrugs. “New Zealand? You got it, Gills.”
Selene waves her hands, and the group vanishes. After a slight delay, they reappear in an empty field overlooking the sea. There’s a small shape on a distant coast — the Barnacle, in all likelyhood.
*What happened with the ghoul? Did I miss a fight or something?*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
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*Cool cool! Don’t wanna rush, just curious.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*The hardest thing I have run into is making puzzles that are difficult for both players and PCs, so if you have any ideas please PM them to me.*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*You're too kind!*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Starbird can’t see anything.
The light is white and blinding, and Starbird is falling again. He flaps his wings desperately, tries to down his descent, but they only weigh him down further.
The fall doesn’t hurt, though it clearly should. Starbird’s vision is beginning to clear now — he can see outlines, but can’t make out any details. He glances around, notices Orion and Mound and Angler and the dryconid. The room around the group sharpens and focuses — it’s a temple made of a marble-like substance, with an intricate tapestry of glowing lines spiderwebbed across the ground.
Starbird is perched at the foot of a throne, upon which sits an odd woman with glowing white eyes. The woman wears brightly colored robes and holds a staff in her hand; the staff’s head is that of a crescent moon. The woman’s flawless skin is marble, same as the temple, and her hair is a vibrant shade of copper.
Selene waves her staff at the group halfheartedly. She looks exhausted. “You’re . . . not supposed to be here . . .”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
I'd like to join. How do I?
DM and player; also MirikSiannodel
Current Character(s): Marcon Domine level 2 monk in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Current Campaigns: Icewind Dale: Rime Of the Frostmaiden, Princes of the Apocalypse
Four things I hate in D&D: People who think the tarasque is the most powerful (an empyrean or kraken can beat it), players trying to seduce bad guys (it's funny though), when a monster roles a NAT 20 (everyone hates that), rolling a NAT 1 (everyone hates that)
*Just read through the rules and make a character. No need for an official character sheet or anything, just the concept will do. We’d be glad to have you!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
okay!
DM and player; also MirikSiannodel
Current Character(s): Marcon Domine level 2 monk in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Current Campaigns: Icewind Dale: Rime Of the Frostmaiden, Princes of the Apocalypse
Four things I hate in D&D: People who think the tarasque is the most powerful (an empyrean or kraken can beat it), players trying to seduce bad guys (it's funny though), when a monster roles a NAT 20 (everyone hates that), rolling a NAT 1 (everyone hates that)
Angler gets up. "What is this place?" He looks up. "Are you... Selene?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
“The one and only. Prime moon, lead goddess, all the good stuff. Though I’m really more of an avatar than anything else — just a tiny drop of my mother’s essence, sent here to manage mortal affairs. I also play the mandolin.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"And--not to be disrespectful or anything-- but why are we here?"
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
“Teleportation circle went wonky. You were teleported somewhere —“
She leans forward. “— that doesn’t exist. Spooooky.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Is there a way we can get back to the Bloody Barnacle? We were thousands of miles away when the circle went off."
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
“Muddy whatsit? The [GP] is that? I can take you to most islands, but not a muddy whatsit.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"It's a ship. Currently docked off the coast of New Zealand, so if you were to generously bring us around there..."
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Starbird looks around, and promptly vomits.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
She shrugs. “New Zealand? You got it, Gills.”
Selene waves her hands, and the group vanishes. After a slight delay, they reappear in an empty field overlooking the sea. There’s a small shape on a distant coast — the Barnacle, in all likelyhood.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Starbird jumps around in happiness.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Orion blows some heavy steam around the place.
*What happened with the ghoul? Did I miss a fight or something?*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Nah, Mr. Ghoul left as soon as he was freed. No violence necessary.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Darn. Orion wanted to beat the crap out of him.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES