See, it’s funny because it’s based of Bloodborne, which is a souls game, so it’s ironic that souls is title. Anyways, I’m going to sleep for tonight. See you tomorrow
Also it could be a reference to the Ringed City which is a souls game, that makes it double ironic. See ya dude.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Later, when I get it finished, I’ll post the Old Ones lore. There isn’t a lot, because I want you guys to figure it out on your own, along with where The Plague came from. Long story short, you probably won’t have any real big questions be answered soon, as what I’m posting is just basic knowledge to any resident
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I am making a character for Zeilgasht: The City of Cursed Souls, even though it isn't actually out yet.
He's basically an anthro Darkbeast.
He's also as pathetic as they come. I took the Worthless Husk background from Steinhardt's.
If he’s like a full monster and not just a scourgeborne, there are questions you need to answer and criteria to meet
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Later, when I get it finished, I’ll post the Old Ones lore. There isn’t a lot, because I want you guys to figure it out on your own, along with where The Plague came from. Long story short, you probably won’t have any real big questions be answered soon, as what I’m posting is just basic knowledge to any resident
I am making a character for Zeilgasht: The City of Cursed Souls, even though it isn't actually out yet.
He's basically an anthro Darkbeast.
He's also as pathetic as they come. I took the Worthless Husk background from Steinhardt's.
If he’s like a full monster and not just a scourgeborne, there are questions you need to answer and criteria to meet
He's just an undead scourgeborne. Imagine like a reborn.
Alright, never mind the questions then. Time to get back to lore making!
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The Old Ones are a strange race of eldritch beings with immense power, usually appearing alien and bizarre, though some appear more human. Many old ones are known. In Zeilgasht, worshiping or having any affiliation with an Old One is considered heresy and will possibly land you in hot water with The Church, or if you’re lucky, just some looks of disdain and not getting services by any follower of The Church that owns a business. Though with The Hunters, it’s the contrary, as it’s a way of getting power, and they need all they can get.
No one knowns exactly what The Old Ones are, but according to ancient manuscript by an unknown author, the Old Ones are “An Ancient, omnipresent, near omnipotent beings of a higher existence. Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out first that is.” This had led to many a theories about what they are. Some believe they are humans who mastered magic and gained higher knowledge, causing them to mutate into their eldritch forms. Others think that they came from a separate universe where that is the norm. Others, and this is the most heretical and frowned upon reason, they were always like that, just like The One Who Waits Above, because they are one and the same. The One Who Waits Above is an Old One. Of course, The Church shoots down any attempt to boost this statement’s popularity and reputation, but it always pops up again after a time. Imagery related to The Old Ones can be found all over the city, in forms of graffiti of one of their symbols or entire murals depicting and dedicated to an Old One. These are usually either made by some prankster or more commonly with larger images, is the work of an Old One cult, trying to spread their influence. Old One cults are classified as any group of ten or more dedicated to researching The Old Ones, attempting to gain their knowledge and power, some even trying to become Old Ones themselves. This is technically legal, though any act that causes any one harm is highly punishable, usually by imprisonment for life and in extreme cases, execution
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Also it could be a reference to the Ringed City which is a souls game, that makes it double ironic. See ya dude.
How about a Pact of the Archfey warlock? Are you going to use the new 2024 rules or the old ones?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Wow. The app got completely overhauled
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Hey everybody, no dramatic entrance today, I’m just here now. Just living life, and trying to enjoy it too.
Hello, how's it going?
I'm doing okay, how about you Coronet?
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
I'm pretty good on my end.
I’ve been thinking about making a new conlang. It uses Czech grammatical case, roots derived from Old English, and employs an abugida for its script.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hello.
I am making a character for Zeilgasht: The City of Cursed Souls, even though it isn't actually out yet.
He's basically an anthro Darkbeast.
He's also as pathetic as they come. I took the Worthless Husk background from Steinhardt's.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
I’m going to use Alabastor for this thread, either making him a straight Hunter, or part of both groups.
Later, when I get it finished, I’ll post the Old Ones lore. There isn’t a lot, because I want you guys to figure it out on your own, along with where The Plague came from. Long story short, you probably won’t have any real big questions be answered soon, as what I’m posting is just basic knowledge to any resident
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
If he’s like a full monster and not just a scourgeborne, there are questions you need to answer and criteria to meet
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Sweet. Can’t wait.
He's just an undead scourgeborne. Imagine like a reborn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Alright, never mind the questions then. Time to get back to lore making!
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Old one lore
The Old Ones are a strange race of eldritch beings with immense power, usually appearing alien and bizarre, though some appear more human. Many old ones are known. In Zeilgasht, worshiping or having any affiliation with an Old One is considered heresy and will possibly land you in hot water with The Church, or if you’re lucky, just some looks of disdain and not getting services by any follower of The Church that owns a business. Though with The Hunters, it’s the contrary, as it’s a way of getting power, and they need all they can get.
No one knowns exactly what The Old Ones are, but according to ancient manuscript by an unknown author, the Old Ones are “An Ancient, omnipresent, near omnipotent beings of a higher existence. Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out first that is.” This had led to many a theories about what they are. Some believe they are humans who mastered magic and gained higher knowledge, causing them to mutate into their eldritch forms. Others think that they came from a separate universe where that is the norm. Others, and this is the most heretical and frowned upon reason, they were always like that, just like The One Who Waits Above, because they are one and the same. The One Who Waits Above is an Old One. Of course, The Church shoots down any attempt to boost this statement’s popularity and reputation, but it always pops up again after a time. Imagery related to The Old Ones can be found all over the city, in forms of graffiti of one of their symbols or entire murals depicting and dedicated to an Old One. These are usually either made by some prankster or more commonly with larger images, is the work of an Old One cult, trying to spread their influence. Old One cults are classified as any group of ten or more dedicated to researching The Old Ones, attempting to gain their knowledge and power, some even trying to become Old Ones themselves. This is technically legal, though any act that causes any one harm is highly punishable, usually by imprisonment for life and in extreme cases, execution
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
hi
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sup
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
L O R E
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
HELLO INTERNET WELCOME TO GAME THEORY
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.