*no worries! :> also, I am so freaking happy this thread is turning out to be popular, Iโm on cloud nine*
โhmmโฆ a week is fine, thank you. Lady Bouclaire will be ecstatic when she hears of thisโฆโ he chuckles.
He smiles genuinely, probably the first smile theyโve seen from him. โI am glad to hear it. Again, I apologize for the absence of our madjai. You are welcome to stay here as much as youโd like.โ
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"Only if you believe it's possible. And you would be rewarded for your efforts of course." He sighs and stares up at the ceiling for a minute, "When we die, our bodies are taken for out into the Fields of Falanenon, and left there. We do not bury our dead like others do. Then the Angel-Buzzards find our bodies and they strip the meat off our bones in order to find our souls which they then carry with them back into the heavens. If you die underground, then your soul will be trapped in the dark under the earth for there will be no Angel-Buzzards to carry you to heaven. This fear will keep my people from working the mines for if you die underground, you're damned." As he says that last part he gives a strange sort of smile, "This is a major difficulty, but I believe I could find a way."
Khassahn thinks for a moment. โIโll see what I can do. Perhaps finding a more open quarry or ravine to mine in could help.โ He continues to look around the room as he speaks, as if still taking in the building. โOr maybe magic. Iโm not too familiar in its study, but I know a few that are.โ
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One of the undead, covered in strange black fungus like the rest of them, runs forward and throws something, its foot plunging into the water and tripping it. The object flutters to the deck. A flower.
Other ghouls begin to throw flowers as well, and a skeletal creature floats toward them, dressed in well-stuffed white robes with gold and jewels all over them. The lich opens its arms to them, not leaving the shore. "Welcome, esteemed merchants," comes its rasping, rattling voice, a hiss made from fibrous vocal cords rubbing together in a moist cavern within its chest, air being painfully moved through a body no longer meant to contain it. "We are honored to make your acquaintance. Please, come to us at the lighthouse. Eat, drink, and be merry..." It seems to fade away into smoke as the pale flowers rain down like a storm.
*me tryna figure out how the giants would show respect*
the interpreter speaks again "๐พษ โฑฆฮฮูซ แฅ๐ชษ แฌฮโฮ๐ชษแตญ โฑฆฮ ๐แฅ๐ษ แพฮแซ๐ช แฅวซแซแฅรฏโโฑฆแฅโฯพษ แฅโแตญ แบฮแซลแตญ ลฮแนพษ โฑฆฮ แฅฯพฯพษแถโฑฆ แพฮแซ๐ช รฏโแนพรฏโฑฆแฅโฑฆรฏฮโ" the giants return the gesture, opening their arms.
two of the giants stay on the ship, as the other eight, including the interpreter disembark, careful to avoid the crowd of ghouls
The undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
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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.
Pontiff Blackmoore is playing in the dirt outside his monastery, getting his bedazzled robes dirty. Some newly reanimated undead, still with the minds of children, are playing with him.
A black hooded figure approaches on the back of a rather large ram, weaponless and armorless. Their lower face is covered by a woolen scarf threaded with moon-like symbols and a few feathery tassels. Their mount is almost yakish, though with a thinner face and large horns that curve forward. Its white fur is speckled with brown, tail flicking as it approaches. The goat appears to wear brass barding, strapped to its forelegs, neck, and flank. The person seems to have been studying a map, though puts it away upon seeing him.
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Thorne is getting drunk with his fellow Vikings in the great hall of frostfjord after a successful raid on a coastal city a grand feast is happening to celebrate the successful raid
On the shores of Frostfjord, a strange figure tangled in a mess of nets washes up. They look to be almost fishlike, with large fins, though still humanoid. Stripes cover their body and their breathing is shallow. The person appears to be wearing cracked halfplate armor, a broken spear clutched in their hand.
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Pontiff Blackmoore is playing in the dirt outside his monastery, getting his bedazzled robes dirty. Some newly reanimated undead, still with the minds of children, are playing with him.
A black hooded figure approaches on the back of a rather large ram, weaponless and armorless. Their lower face is covered by a woolen scarf threaded with moon-like symbols and a few feathery tassels. Their mount is almost yakish, though with a thinner face and large horns that curve forward. Its white fur is speckled with brown, tail flicking as it approaches. The goat appears to wear brass barding, strapped to its forelegs, neck, and flank. The person seems to have been studying a map, though puts it away upon seeing him.
The rot-covered creatures seem to be very curious, getting up and shambling toward the traveler. They giggle and murmur incoherently, their clumsy bodies frequently tripping and stumbling as their glazed-over eyes lie on the mount, seemingly eager to get to it. The lich, however, slowly rises off the ground and speaks in an alien tongue, spores pouring from its mouth. The undead back away from the goat, still interested but following some strange order.
The skeletal priest bows, and the zombies follow suit. "Honored guest..." comes an inhuman rasp, "...what brings you to our fair city?" The 'city,' as he calls it, is hardly that, and certainly distant from the mental image of 'fair.' Even if told, it would be difficult for your average person to believe that it was inhabited by intelligent beings.
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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.
One of the undead, covered in strange black fungus like the rest of them, runs forward and throws something, its foot plunging into the water and tripping it. The object flutters to the deck. A flower.
Other ghouls begin to throw flowers as well, and a skeletal creature floats toward them, dressed in well-stuffed white robes with gold and jewels all over them. The lich opens its arms to them, not leaving the shore. "Welcome, esteemed merchants," comes its rasping, rattling voice, a hiss made from fibrous vocal cords rubbing together in a moist cavern within its chest, air being painfully moved through a body no longer meant to contain it. "We are honored to make your acquaintance. Please, come to us at the lighthouse. Eat, drink, and be merry..." It seems to fade away into smoke as the pale flowers rain down like a storm.
*me tryna figure out how the giants would show respect*
the interpreter speaks again "๐พษ โฑฆฮฮูซ แฅ๐ชษ แฌฮโฮ๐ชษแตญ โฑฆฮ ๐แฅ๐ษ แพฮแซ๐ช แฅวซแซแฅรฏโโฑฆแฅโฯพษ แฅโแตญ แบฮแซลแตญ ลฮแนพษ โฑฆฮ แฅฯพฯพษแถโฑฆ แพฮแซ๐ช รฏโแนพรฏโฑฆแฅโฑฆรฏฮโ" the giants return the gesture, opening their arms.
two of the giants stay on the ship, as the other eight, including the interpreter disembark, careful to avoid the crowd of ghouls
The undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
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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 undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
The voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
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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.
*raise your hand if you are now contractually obligated to make a flag and whole a*s Google doc for your kingdom!*
Not a flag yet, but I did make a google doc.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
The voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
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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 undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
The voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
*how long did it take you take make that sentence captain?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
The voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
"As much as you can spare, so long as it does not inconvenience you. Please, take as much as you believe is fair. Our land is so rich with minerals that we can dig them out of the mud with our hands, and so fertile that anything cast here grows. Fill your arms with our gifts, and may your cup runneth over." It nods, as close to a bow as it can get.
The rot creatures seem to celebrate these words, many playing crude instruments carved from wood and strung with beast hairs. Even more dance in their ragged clothes and ruined bodies.
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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 undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
The voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
*how long did it take you take make that sentence captain?*
*not too long. I've got a custom font for the giants*
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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 voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
"As much as you can spare, so long as it does not inconvenience you. Please, take as much as you believe is fair. Our land is so rich with minerals that we can dig them out of the mud with our hands, and so fertile that anything cast here grows. Fill your arms with our gifts, and may your cup runneth over." It nods, as close to a bow as it can get.
The rot creatures seem to celebrate these words, many playing crude instruments carved from wood and strung with beast hairs. Even more dance in their ragged clothes and ruined bodies.
the interpreter relates this to the other giants, who humm, low and quietly, looking up. a few giants head back to the ship to gather their trade goods, while the rest join in the revals
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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 smiles genuinely, probably the first smile theyโve seen from him. โI am glad to hear it. Again, I apologize for the absence of our madjai. You are welcome to stay here as much as youโd like.โ
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making a smoothie for meta
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
*Arima is tanky but he also deals decent damage*
Alignment: Chaotic Evil (mostly)
Characters (Fan):
Arima Namikawa (Lawful Good)
Ken Kaneki (Chaotic Evil)
Religious follower of the Chaotic Evil Code: (JUST A JOKE)
Khassahn thinks for a moment. โIโll see what I can do. Perhaps finding a more open quarry or ravine to mine in could help.โ He continues to look around the room as he speaks, as if still taking in the building. โOr maybe magic. Iโm not too familiar in its study, but I know a few that are.โ
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
The undead make way for the giants, awed by the size and might of their guests. As they make their way to the lighthouse, they find that there is only one path, the rest blocked off by carts and carts of food, spices, and booze. They seem to be celebrating, and moldy skeletons keep trying to present their carts as offerings, seemingly trying to give the biggest and best they can manage.
The Pontiff they saw before sits in what was once a litter, but is now fused to the floor of the lighthouse with the same black fungus, just as the lich is. Its head is at an awkward angle, but it can look at them with one eye and vaguely gesture with one arm. "What gifts have you for us? We beseech thee, let us see the arts of your peoples!" Its voice has a phlegmy grumble to it that wasn't there before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A black hooded figure approaches on the back of a rather large ram, weaponless and armorless. Their lower face is covered by a woolen scarf threaded with moon-like symbols and a few feathery tassels. Their mount is almost yakish, though with a thinner face and large horns that curve forward. Its white fur is speckled with brown, tail flicking as it approaches. The goat appears to wear brass barding, strapped to its forelegs, neck, and flank. The person seems to have been studying a map, though puts it away upon seeing him.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
On the shores of Frostfjord, a strange figure tangled in a mess of nets washes up. They look to be almost fishlike, with large fins, though still humanoid. Stripes cover their body and their breathing is shallow. The person appears to be wearing cracked halfplate armor, a broken spear clutched in their hand.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
The rot-covered creatures seem to be very curious, getting up and shambling toward the traveler. They giggle and murmur incoherently, their clumsy bodies frequently tripping and stumbling as their glazed-over eyes lie on the mount, seemingly eager to get to it. The lich, however, slowly rises off the ground and speaks in an alien tongue, spores pouring from its mouth. The undead back away from the goat, still interested but following some strange order.
The skeletal priest bows, and the zombies follow suit. "Honored guest..." comes an inhuman rasp, "...what brings you to our fair city?" The 'city,' as he calls it, is hardly that, and certainly distant from the mental image of 'fair.' Even if told, it would be difficult for your average person to believe that it was inhabited by intelligent beings.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the interpreter speaks to another giant, this one carrying many bags. "๐พษ แฌแฅแนพษ ๐ษโฑฆแฅลูซ แฅโแตญ โจแซ๐ช๐กูซ แฅโแตญ แนพแฅ๐ชรฏฮแซ๐ก โจฮฮแตญ๐กูซ แฅ๐ก แบษลล แฅ๐ก รฏแนพฮ๐ชแพ", the giant with the bags producing each of the items, slightly out of sync with the interpreter. the metal and ivory in particular, are beautifully carved, inlaid with desgins or in well-crafted small sculptures
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 voiceless undead seem to be awed by these items. "We have plenty of food and even more bone, but we have little metal and even less to make clothing from. We have gold and jewels a-plenty, and we have the decayed remains of our predecessors' garb, but those are not enough. What would you like in trade for these beautiful materials? Perhaps our unique cuisines, or the spices we have found nowhere else? In the future, we might be able to send you laborers and bricks, but at the moment we must conserve the most precious of our resources."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Not a flag yet, but I did make a google doc.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*making the archive tired me out but if i did make a flag it'd be a wolf one hundred percent*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Ofterosuh and his workers have finished working on the buildings and are getting the citizens to live in their homes
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
the interpreter speaks again to the other giants, who look exited "๐พษ แบฮแซลแตญ โฑฆ๐ชแฅแตญษ โจแซ๐ช๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐ษโฑฆแฅล โจฮ๐ช ฤกษ๐๐ก แฅโแตญ ๐กแถรฏฯพษ๐กโ แฌฮแบ ๐แซโฑฆฯพแฌ แตญฮ แพฮแซ แบแฅโโฑฆโธฎ" the giant with the bags takes the furs and metal out again
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!!!!!!
*how long did it take you take make that sentence captain?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"As much as you can spare, so long as it does not inconvenience you. Please, take as much as you believe is fair. Our land is so rich with minerals that we can dig them out of the mud with our hands, and so fertile that anything cast here grows. Fill your arms with our gifts, and may your cup runneth over." It nods, as close to a bow as it can get.
The rot creatures seem to celebrate these words, many playing crude instruments carved from wood and strung with beast hairs. Even more dance in their ragged clothes and ruined bodies.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*not too long. I've got a custom font for the giants*
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 interpreter relates this to the other giants, who humm, low and quietly, looking up. a few giants head back to the ship to gather their trade goods, while the rest join in the revals
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!!!!!!
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*hi Tara*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Hey mate :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.