The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
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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)
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
He pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
He pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
Its flames burn brighter with fury, as it approaches a bit more. Julius can feel the waves of heat and radiance emanating from the gluttonous inferno.
"...I WON'T SETTLE FOR 'SURELY'... I NEED A GUARANTEE... THAT I WILL GET MY FEAST... FIND A WAY THAT WILL BRING ME TO GHULHEIM... OR OUR DEAL IS OFF..."
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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 emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
He pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
Its flames burn brighter with fury, as it approaches a bit more. Julius can feel the waves of heat and radiance emanating from the gluttonous inferno.
"...I WON'T SETTLE FOR 'SURELY'... I NEED A GUARANTEE... THAT I WILL GET MY FEAST... FIND A WAY THAT WILL BRING ME TO GHULHEIM... OR OUR DEAL IS OFF..."
He backs away, wind swirling around him to deflect the heat.
”I will… speak to Amina. Or Augustus. They have the authority. But until then, please refrain from burning my land…”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
“OH NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND IS THAT I. DON’T. CARE.”
it gets hot. Very hot. Scorching hot. A burst of flame shoots from the figure, as pumpkin vines burst out of the ground and whip out to strike the emissary.
Have the emissary make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw, taking 28 fire damage on a failure, or half on a success. It ignores resistance.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
He pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
Its flames burn brighter with fury, as it approaches a bit more. Julius can feel the waves of heat and radiance emanating from the gluttonous inferno.
"...I WON'T SETTLE FOR 'SURELY'... I NEED A GUARANTEE... THAT I WILL GET MY FEAST... FIND A WAY THAT WILL BRING ME TO GHULHEIM... OR OUR DEAL IS OFF..."
He backs away, wind swirling around him to deflect the heat.
”I will… speak to Amina. Or Augustus. They have the authority. But until then, please refrain from burning my land…”
It stays where it is, silently seething for a second, before it speaks again.
"...VERY WELL... BUT I WILL NOT WAIT FOREVER... YOU HAVE FORTY-EIGHT HOURS... OR YOU, ALONG WITH YOUR LAND, SHALL BE MY NEXT MEAL... UNDERSTOOD?.."
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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 emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
“OH NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND IS THAT I. DON’T. CARE.”
it gets hot. Very hot. Scorching hot. A burst of flame shoots from the figure, as pumpkin vines burst out of the ground and whip out to strike the emissary.
Have the emissary make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw, taking 43 fire damage on a failure, or half on a success. It ignores resistance.
the emmisary bursts into flames, its dry, vegetative, missaphen body lighting up like a wickerman. it burns hot and fast, leaving behind nothing but several bleached bones and a pile of ash, carried away by the same cold wind that was summoned at the mention of the rotman
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
“OH NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND IS THAT I. DON’T. CARE.”
it gets hot. Very hot. Scorching hot. A burst of flame shoots from the figure, as pumpkin vines burst out of the ground and whip out to strike the emissary.
Have the emissary make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw, taking 43 fire damage on a failure, or half on a success. It ignores resistance.
the emmisary bursts into flames, its dry, vegetative, missaphen body lighting up like a wickerman. it burns hot and fast, leaving behind nothing but several bleached bones and a pile of ash
He stamps out the fire with his heel, before leaving back to his secret pumpkin patch.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
He pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
Its flames burn brighter with fury, as it approaches a bit more. Julius can feel the waves of heat and radiance emanating from the gluttonous inferno.
"...I WON'T SETTLE FOR 'SURELY'... I NEED A GUARANTEE... THAT I WILL GET MY FEAST... FIND A WAY THAT WILL BRING ME TO GHULHEIM... OR OUR DEAL IS OFF..."
He backs away, wind swirling around him to deflect the heat.
”I will… speak to Amina. Or Augustus. They have the authority. But until then, please refrain from burning my land…”
It stays where it is, silently seething for a second, before it speaks again.
"...VERY WELL... BUT I WILL NOT WAIT FOREVER... YOU HAVE FORTY-EIGHT HOURS... OR YOU, ALONG WITH YOUR LAND, SHALL BE MY NEXT MEAL... UNDERSTOOD?.."
“Understood…” he says, almost whispering, but the wind carries his voice.
then, the wind changes directions again, and he’s gone.
There is a scent on the wind. The scent of coffee and decaying flesh. Over a thousand ghouls have been strung up throughout the forest, circling in a massive spiral until it reaches Cozotz' camp. Each corpse has a phrase carved into it: "Like my work?"
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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.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
“OH NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND IS THAT I. DON’T. CARE.”
it gets hot. Very hot. Scorching hot. A burst of flame shoots from the figure, as pumpkin vines burst out of the ground and whip out to strike the emissary.
Have the emissary make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw, taking 43 fire damage on a failure, or half on a success. It ignores resistance.
the emmisary bursts into flames, its dry, vegetative, missaphen body lighting up like a wickerman. it burns hot and fast, leaving behind nothing but several bleached bones and a pile of ash
He stamps out the fire with his heel, before leaving back to his secret pumpkin patch.
*i assume the emissary is not permanently dead?*
*Of course not. Emissaries aren't supposed to have feelings besides what the rotman wants them to feel, but this one, this one will eventually learn to hate*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He sighs, clenching his fists.
”..Ghulheim? Eons of rot and bodies and decay, who knows how large it is, or how many bodies the Ghouls have down there and are feasting upon… or the material plane?”
“Precisely my point, you are trying to end the world.”
Long and spindly wooden stems burst out of the ground, growing into claws of plant matter that begin to rip and tear at the rotted animals. There are dozens of them, appearing from the soil before disappearing and appearing somewhere else.
Each one that dies is afflicted with a gentle repose spell.
"we....are.....part.....of......the natural........process..........the...world........is.....ready"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"...GHULHEIM... BRING ME TO THIS PLACE... AND I SHALL LEAVE YOUR REALM TO FEAST THERE... FOR NOW..."
It seems eager to cooperate, so long as it gets the feast it so desires- though, should it be sent to Ghulheim, by the time it returns... it will surely be far stronger than anyone could dare to contest.
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 pauses, thinking. ”you’d need a ghoul to invite you there… I’ve never visited the place and I’m not able to bring you there, it’s out of my jurisdiction. But they would surely let you in..” (Julius hopes that Amina would be able to deal with the Flame, since though Julius is an Archfey, he’s not sure he’d be able to at this point)
“No. No it isn’t. I would know, I’m a prince of decay and of growth.”
he continues to tear through the reanimated animals.
"and......after.....you....are.....done......after......your......strength....is......done........after......all......your....will......and......brilliance.....run......out.........we.....will......be......there"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Its flames burn brighter with fury, as it approaches a bit more. Julius can feel the waves of heat and radiance emanating from the gluttonous inferno.
"...I WON'T SETTLE FOR 'SURELY'... I NEED A GUARANTEE... THAT I WILL GET MY FEAST... FIND A WAY THAT WILL BRING ME TO GHULHEIM... OR OUR DEAL IS OFF..."
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)
“You really don’t understand the whole part about me being immortal, do you? Get out of my country.”
his eyes glow brighter, like flames. And so does his mouth.
He backs away, wind swirling around him to deflect the heat.
”I will… speak to Amina. Or Augustus. They have the authority. But until then, please refrain from burning my land…”
the emissary laughs, a wet, unpleasant sound. "we.....were....here......first.......we.....will.....always.....be.......here.......we......always.....have.....been"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“OH NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND IS THAT I. DON’T. CARE.”
it gets hot. Very hot. Scorching hot. A burst of flame shoots from the figure, as pumpkin vines burst out of the ground and whip out to strike the emissary.
Have the emissary make a DC 21 dexterity saving throw, taking 28 fire damage on a failure, or half on a success. It ignores resistance.
It stays where it is, silently seething for a second, before it speaks again.
"...VERY WELL... BUT I WILL NOT WAIT FOREVER... YOU HAVE FORTY-EIGHT HOURS... OR YOU, ALONG WITH YOUR LAND, SHALL BE MY NEXT MEAL... UNDERSTOOD?.."
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 emmisary bursts into flames, its dry, vegetative, missaphen body lighting up like a wickerman. it burns hot and fast, leaving behind nothing but several bleached bones and a pile of ash, carried away by the same cold wind that was summoned at the mention of the rotman
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He stamps out the fire with his heel, before leaving back to his secret pumpkin patch.
*i assume the emissary is not permanently dead?*
“Understood…” he says, almost whispering, but the wind carries his voice.
then, the wind changes directions again, and he’s gone.
There is a scent on the wind. The scent of coffee and decaying flesh. Over a thousand ghouls have been strung up throughout the forest, circling in a massive spiral until it reaches Cozotz' camp. Each corpse has a phrase carved into it: "Like my work?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Of course not. Emissaries aren't supposed to have feelings besides what the rotman wants them to feel, but this one, this one will eventually learn to hate*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Be good to each other*
*This will be my final message*
*(Until tomorrow)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
<ANyone want to RP?>
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