"I don't know, he seems to have been abused in his former life. I intend to change this."
He leads to a mountain cave entrance, hidden among tree foliage. Once inside he knocks aside a clay wall and leads you down a passage. He opens a complicated lock on an iron door, and once inside you see a grand building. "Umbraveth has been busy, this was the first place he built here." The walls are smooth in a dome shape, with passages leading off in every direction. Above the tunnels and doors, is four names. Malrick, Umbraveth, Galvinar, Max, and KO. Malrick walks forwards and writes out Mushisamas name. “I would place some of your garden here aswell, this is the secret base of the alliance. I’ll lead you to your rooms.”
“My brothers gave this creature a second chance at life for a reason. I hope you are it.”
He wanders over to where his names etched and feels the inscription. “I so wish I could still feel. A safe haven for your Allie’s which none but they know. Heh. You are more secretive than I thought, Malrick. In a good way of course.”
"You like them to eat, or as friends?"
"I hope so as well."
"I wish you could too, this place fills me with happiness. Thank you, people keep calling me King Arthur? I dont understand it, the say since I have a round table for us to sit at I'm like some old story."
“… B-both?”
“It’s a tale from a parallel realm in which there is no magic and only humans exist. It was an experiment of sorts. A king of a country called Britain united powerful warriors to serve under him and protect his people, of which he called them the Knights of the Round Table.” He gestures to the round table. “Admittedly I failed to make the connection until you pointed the details out.”
"I see, you may catch what you can, but these are my friends."
“No magic, Britain, and only humans? That is strange. Though I do see why they are saying it.”
“Y-yay!” Ghost immediately hops down and searching every corner of the tower for non insect pests.
“Aye. But then again, we are even stranger to them. Do only the people with their names here know of this place, or is there more?”
"These are the members of the alliance so far, plus Max."
“Once again, that fails to answer my question. I understand these are all your members. What I was asking was whether or not others know of this.”
"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
"I don't know, he seems to have been abused in his former life. I intend to change this."
He leads to a mountain cave entrance, hidden among tree foliage. Once inside he knocks aside a clay wall and leads you down a passage. He opens a complicated lock on an iron door, and once inside you see a grand building. "Umbraveth has been busy, this was the first place he built here." The walls are smooth in a dome shape, with passages leading off in every direction. Above the tunnels and doors, is four names. Malrick, Umbraveth, Galvinar, Max, and KO. Malrick walks forwards and writes out Mushisamas name. “I would place some of your garden here aswell, this is the secret base of the alliance. I’ll lead you to your rooms.”
“My brothers gave this creature a second chance at life for a reason. I hope you are it.”
He wanders over to where his names etched and feels the inscription. “I so wish I could still feel. A safe haven for your Allie’s which none but they know. Heh. You are more secretive than I thought, Malrick. In a good way of course.”
"You like them to eat, or as friends?"
"I hope so as well."
"I wish you could too, this place fills me with happiness. Thank you, people keep calling me King Arthur? I dont understand it, the say since I have a round table for us to sit at I'm like some old story."
“… B-both?”
“It’s a tale from a parallel realm in which there is no magic and only humans exist. It was an experiment of sorts. A king of a country called Britain united powerful warriors to serve under him and protect his people, of which he called them the Knights of the Round Table.” He gestures to the round table. “Admittedly I failed to make the connection until you pointed the details out.”
"I see, you may catch what you can, but these are my friends."
“No magic, Britain, and only humans? That is strange. Though I do see why they are saying it.”
“Y-yay!” Ghost immediately hops down and searching every corner of the tower for non insect pests.
“Aye. But then again, we are even stranger to them. Do only the people with their names here know of this place, or is there more?”
"These are the members of the alliance so far, plus Max."
“Once again, that fails to answer my question. I understand these are all your members. What I was asking was whether or not others know of this.”
"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
"I don't know, he seems to have been abused in his former life. I intend to change this."
He leads to a mountain cave entrance, hidden among tree foliage. Once inside he knocks aside a clay wall and leads you down a passage. He opens a complicated lock on an iron door, and once inside you see a grand building. "Umbraveth has been busy, this was the first place he built here." The walls are smooth in a dome shape, with passages leading off in every direction. Above the tunnels and doors, is four names. Malrick, Umbraveth, Galvinar, Max, and KO. Malrick walks forwards and writes out Mushisamas name. “I would place some of your garden here aswell, this is the secret base of the alliance. I’ll lead you to your rooms.”
“My brothers gave this creature a second chance at life for a reason. I hope you are it.”
He wanders over to where his names etched and feels the inscription. “I so wish I could still feel. A safe haven for your Allie’s which none but they know. Heh. You are more secretive than I thought, Malrick. In a good way of course.”
"You like them to eat, or as friends?"
"I hope so as well."
"I wish you could too, this place fills me with happiness. Thank you, people keep calling me King Arthur? I dont understand it, the say since I have a round table for us to sit at I'm like some old story."
“… B-both?”
“It’s a tale from a parallel realm in which there is no magic and only humans exist. It was an experiment of sorts. A king of a country called Britain united powerful warriors to serve under him and protect his people, of which he called them the Knights of the Round Table.” He gestures to the round table. “Admittedly I failed to make the connection until you pointed the details out.”
"I see, you may catch what you can, but these are my friends."
“No magic, Britain, and only humans? That is strange. Though I do see why they are saying it.”
“Y-yay!” Ghost immediately hops down and searching every corner of the tower for non insect pests.
“Aye. But then again, we are even stranger to them. Do only the people with their names here know of this place, or is there more?”
"These are the members of the alliance so far, plus Max."
“Once again, that fails to answer my question. I understand these are all your members. What I was asking was whether or not others know of this.”
"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
“Good. Let us hope it stays that way.”
"Yes, it is part of the oath we swear upon, to keep this place safe."
Galvinar finds Malrick, in the Alliances secret base. "Galvinar! How are you?"
"good, I heard that you were going to die"
Malrick smiles. "Oh yes, I do think that's a possibility."
"well, whatever the outcome, you get revived in this hellscape, so no escape that way"
"I'm not sure about that, my soul might just... Wither away."
"nah, this plane sucks in that it wont let you leave. someone said your memories might get erased, and everyone will likely be released from their oaths, but not me"
"Its... Different for me. My soul was never meant to be here."
The Messenger is sprinting around, delivering messages.
Gaien is using a castle for target practice.
A tall knight, around 8 ft tall, trots up to Gaien, putting their hands up in a gesture of peace. It looks to be some sort of armored werewolf-like beast, with a helmet shaped to fit over its head and eyes and a massive lance slung over their shoulder. Their armor is made of a freshly polished shining steel, engraved with moon markings, their short-cut cloak trailing behind in a golden-red color. The wolf’s fur is shorter cut, reddish around the muzzle and black everywhere else that’s visible.
”Hail!” The knight calls. “I’m afraid I have gotten a bit lost, if you could kindly point me the right way?”
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"I don't know, he seems to have been abused in his former life. I intend to change this."
He leads to a mountain cave entrance, hidden among tree foliage. Once inside he knocks aside a clay wall and leads you down a passage. He opens a complicated lock on an iron door, and once inside you see a grand building. "Umbraveth has been busy, this was the first place he built here." The walls are smooth in a dome shape, with passages leading off in every direction. Above the tunnels and doors, is four names. Malrick, Umbraveth, Galvinar, Max, and KO. Malrick walks forwards and writes out Mushisamas name. “I would place some of your garden here aswell, this is the secret base of the alliance. I’ll lead you to your rooms.”
“My brothers gave this creature a second chance at life for a reason. I hope you are it.”
He wanders over to where his names etched and feels the inscription. “I so wish I could still feel. A safe haven for your Allie’s which none but they know. Heh. You are more secretive than I thought, Malrick. In a good way of course.”
"You like them to eat, or as friends?"
"I hope so as well."
"I wish you could too, this place fills me with happiness. Thank you, people keep calling me King Arthur? I dont understand it, the say since I have a round table for us to sit at I'm like some old story."
“… B-both?”
“It’s a tale from a parallel realm in which there is no magic and only humans exist. It was an experiment of sorts. A king of a country called Britain united powerful warriors to serve under him and protect his people, of which he called them the Knights of the Round Table.” He gestures to the round table. “Admittedly I failed to make the connection until you pointed the details out.”
"I see, you may catch what you can, but these are my friends."
“No magic, Britain, and only humans? That is strange. Though I do see why they are saying it.”
“Y-yay!” Ghost immediately hops down and searching every corner of the tower for non insect pests.
“Aye. But then again, we are even stranger to them. Do only the people with their names here know of this place, or is there more?”
"These are the members of the alliance so far, plus Max."
“Once again, that fails to answer my question. I understand these are all your members. What I was asking was whether or not others know of this.”
"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
“Good. Let us hope it stays that way.”
"Yes, it is part of the oath we swear upon, to keep this place safe."
The Messenger is sprinting around, delivering messages.
Gaien is using a castle for target practice.
A tall knight, around 8 ft tall, trots up to Gaien, putting their hands up in a gesture of peace. It looks to be some sort of armored werewolf-like beast, with a helmet shaped to fit over its head and eyes and a massive lance slung over their shoulder. Their armor is made of a freshly polished shining steel, engraved with moon markings, their short-cut cloak trailing behind in a golden-red color. The wolf’s fur is shorter cut, reddish around the muzzle and black everywhere else that’s visible.
”Hail!” The knight calls. “I’m afraid I have gotten a bit lost, if you could kindly point me the right way?”
Gaien turns away from the castle, his back-mounted cannon slowly cooling down, visible steam wafting off of it. He stands at about 14 feet tall, with his cannon protruding about 3 feet off his back when he stands upright. He wears plated armor that covers his large torso, affixing all manners of weaponry to it. His face is a hideous mash-up of metal, blades, and eldritch matter, with no presence of any facial features anywhere. He speaks with a gravelly voice, addressing the knight that walks up to him.
"I'm not sure which way you wish to go, uh... Sir Knight?"
The wolf knight is sniffing around the base of a blackened building near the center of Profanus, the walls crumbling as if blasted apart by something massive. He eventually takes a break, shifting to a humanoid form and sitting, breathing an exhale of relief.
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"I don't know, he seems to have been abused in his former life. I intend to change this."
He leads to a mountain cave entrance, hidden among tree foliage. Once inside he knocks aside a clay wall and leads you down a passage. He opens a complicated lock on an iron door, and once inside you see a grand building. "Umbraveth has been busy, this was the first place he built here." The walls are smooth in a dome shape, with passages leading off in every direction. Above the tunnels and doors, is four names. Malrick, Umbraveth, Galvinar, Max, and KO. Malrick walks forwards and writes out Mushisamas name. “I would place some of your garden here aswell, this is the secret base of the alliance. I’ll lead you to your rooms.”
“My brothers gave this creature a second chance at life for a reason. I hope you are it.”
He wanders over to where his names etched and feels the inscription. “I so wish I could still feel. A safe haven for your Allie’s which none but they know. Heh. You are more secretive than I thought, Malrick. In a good way of course.”
"You like them to eat, or as friends?"
"I hope so as well."
"I wish you could too, this place fills me with happiness. Thank you, people keep calling me King Arthur? I dont understand it, the say since I have a round table for us to sit at I'm like some old story."
“… B-both?”
“It’s a tale from a parallel realm in which there is no magic and only humans exist. It was an experiment of sorts. A king of a country called Britain united powerful warriors to serve under him and protect his people, of which he called them the Knights of the Round Table.” He gestures to the round table. “Admittedly I failed to make the connection until you pointed the details out.”
"I see, you may catch what you can, but these are my friends."
“No magic, Britain, and only humans? That is strange. Though I do see why they are saying it.”
“Y-yay!” Ghost immediately hops down and searching every corner of the tower for non insect pests.
“Aye. But then again, we are even stranger to them. Do only the people with their names here know of this place, or is there more?”
"These are the members of the alliance so far, plus Max."
“Once again, that fails to answer my question. I understand these are all your members. What I was asking was whether or not others know of this.”
"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
“Good. Let us hope it stays that way.”
"Yes, it is part of the oath we swear upon, to keep this place safe."
Gaien turns away from the castle, his back-mounted cannon slowly cooling down, visible steam wafting off of it. He stands at about 14 feet tall, with his cannon protruding about 3 feet off his back when he stands upright. He wears plated armor that covers his large torso, affixing all manners of weaponry to it. His face is a hideous mash-up of metal, blades, and eldritch matter, with no presence of any facial features anywhere. He speaks with a gravelly voice, addressing the knight that walks up to him.
"I'm not sure which way you wish to go, uh... Sir Knight?"
“Well, I had heard there was a.. garden of sorts around here?” The wolf’s tail swishes, a bit uncertain. “I am searching for any market I can find as well.” He pauses, then gives a bit of a wolfy smile. “And you may call me Sylvern, or Sir Sylvern. Thank you again, stranger.”
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The wolf knight is sniffing around the base of a blackened building near the center of Profanus, the walls crumbling as if blasted apart by something massive. He eventually takes a break, shifting to a humanoid form and sitting, breathing an exhale of relief.
"hail! who goes there!"
The knight’s armor makes a clinking sound as they stand, the metal claws affixed to the boots scraping lightly against the ground. They take their lance in one hand lazily, scanning the area. “Sir Sylvern, of the Lunar Order.” The knight calls out. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
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Galvinar finds Malrick, in the Alliances secret base. "Galvinar! How are you?"
"good, I heard that you were going to die"
Malrick smiles. "Oh yes, I do think that's a possibility."
"well, whatever the outcome, you get revived in this hellscape, so no escape that way"
"I'm not sure about that, my soul might just... Wither away."
"nah, this plane sucks in that it wont let you leave. someone said your memories might get erased, and everyone will likely be released from their oaths, but not me"
"Its... Different for me. My soul was never meant to be here."
"oh..."
"I will give an speech at the party, it will hopefully inspire more to join our cause."
<Alright, I think I'm ready to RP!>
The Messenger is sprinting around, delivering messages.
Gaien is using a castle for target practice.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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"Oh sorry I misunderstood. No one else knows about this place."
“Good. Let us hope it stays that way.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Hello Gaien." Umbraveth speaks.
"Yes, it is part of the oath we swear upon, to keep this place safe."
"Its... Different for me. My soul was never meant to be here."
A tall knight, around 8 ft tall, trots up to Gaien, putting their hands up in a gesture of peace. It looks to be some sort of armored werewolf-like beast, with a helmet shaped to fit over its head and eyes and a massive lance slung over their shoulder. Their armor is made of a freshly polished shining steel, engraved with moon markings, their short-cut cloak trailing behind in a golden-red color. The wolf’s fur is shorter cut, reddish around the muzzle and black everywhere else that’s visible.
”Hail!” The knight calls. “I’m afraid I have gotten a bit lost, if you could kindly point me the right way?”
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Gaien turns back and searches for the source of the voice.
"Hello..? Who are you?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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<Thirteen? I'm not sure I follow.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“An oath? I don’t believe I’ve taken one yet.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Gaien turns away from the castle, his back-mounted cannon slowly cooling down, visible steam wafting off of it. He stands at about 14 feet tall, with his cannon protruding about 3 feet off his back when he stands upright. He wears plated armor that covers his large torso, affixing all manners of weaponry to it. His face is a hideous mash-up of metal, blades, and eldritch matter, with no presence of any facial features anywhere. He speaks with a gravelly voice, addressing the knight that walks up to him.
"I'm not sure which way you wish to go, uh... Sir Knight?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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The wolf knight is sniffing around the base of a blackened building near the center of Profanus, the walls crumbling as if blasted apart by something massive. He eventually takes a break, shifting to a humanoid form and sitting, breathing an exhale of relief.
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<Oh yeah I finally managed to surpass 1000 movement speed for the Messenger!>
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"It is a simple one.
To protect all other in the alliance.
To defend the tower and our place here.
To seek our own layer to make our home.
To flourish beside each other.
To not tell lies to those in the alliance."
“Well, I had heard there was a.. garden of sorts around here?” The wolf’s tail swishes, a bit uncertain. “I am searching for any market I can find as well.” He pauses, then gives a bit of a wolfy smile. “And you may call me Sylvern, or Sir Sylvern. Thank you again, stranger.”
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"I am Umbraveth, and what is your name?"
*Nice! Malrick will need him for invitations.*
The knight’s armor makes a clinking sound as they stand, the metal claws affixed to the boots scraping lightly against the ground. They take their lance in one hand lazily, scanning the area. “Sir Sylvern, of the Lunar Order.” The knight calls out. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
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"I will give an speech at the party, it will hopefully inspire more to join our cause."
*Truly.*