Thick, half-clotted blood sweats from the ground in bubbling spurts, forming a half-coherent circle of droplets that, like melting candle-wax, melt and run together, flowing slow and lazy and filling the air with the stink of charnel.
It takes a few minutes of effusion before the warped circle is complete and the dirt within its bounds ripples and pulls downward - like a trout below the surface of a lake, siphoning in some imperceptible prey. As the red viscid stumbles down the new incline it collides with its fellow droplets, then winding up through the still air into a shape like a nervous system - a simple one, no dense clusters of pain sensors - only the single lines of movement, action and response.
Once this crude framework is in play, the living cells of blood or aberrant substitute reach out new tendrils of fresh red flesh, connecting tiny bridges with each other and filling in cord after cord after cord of tightly woven musculature. Now that these muscles too hang in space, no rigid structures yet, the bipedal nature of the creature is obvious - one arm’s hand and half its forearm replaced by an uncanny disc of meat, still dripping within the circle, the other a rope or tentacle, holes punched into its length by an unseen force one after the other.
As its “head” is inflated from within by a solid mass of bone and muscle; and as ossific spikes shunt out through ready punctures into its tentacle, and yet more serrated fangs grow one after the other from each edge of its muscled disk, all curving in the same direction like the teeth of a saw, the outer layer of flesh wither and dries, itself being overtaken from the ground up by a layer of yellowish bone, or perhaps some kind of chitinous armour. As it climbs to the chest, it curves outward at anterior and posterior, leaving a tapered ellipse shape of exposed muscle behind the three-quarter inch of bone. The muscle in this space collapses inward, leaving a gaping hole, much like a mouth, and breath floods in and out, the whole construction from “head” to “foot” expanding and contracting noticeably with each inhalation and exhalation.
On each side of the faceless, mouthless “head”, the bone that covers it entirely winnows inward just a little, leaving shallow indents - rudimentary ears. Finally, the bloody circle collapses entirely and rushes into the indent, flooding the newly constructed body and forcing it to stand upright, though it soon lurches into a far more wary stance - head forward, tentacle flopping from side to side. Its chest expands outward far further than its breath and retracts rapidly, creating a drumbeat thumb that seems to calm the creature. It picks a direction and begins walking, tentacle scrabbling around it and examining its surroundings by feel as it plods along.
*Luca Brasi, depending on how you define villain.*
*Sorry y’all. I know I said I’d be free yesterday and today but things got busy so I won’t be around.*
*no worries! I’m happy to postpone the fight cause I’m working with gibber/platy/arch to balance a lot of the features rn :] and add some new ones. got multiattack coming, better weapons, armor hopefully, and some more stuff*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Malrick waves up at the quickly descending silhouette.
Soon, the gargantuan three headed dracolich lands on the ground near Malrick, the flickers purple flames within her nine sockets taking in the smaller form of the one who hailed her. "Why, greeting s little one. Always a pleasure to meet a new face. Or maybe an old face? I've been stuck here in this heaven's forsaken place that all unholy beings tend to start looking alike after a time." she says with a bit of a mad cackle, her voice sultry yet jovial in tone.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Sorry y’all. I know I said I’d be free yesterday and today but things got busy so I won’t be around.*
*no worries! I’m happy to postpone the fight cause I’m working with gibber/platy/arch to balance a lot of the features rn :] and add some new ones. got multiattack coming, better weapons, armor hopefully, and some more stuff*
*Ooh, sounds neat. I have other ideas to suggest but I'll wait until I see all you guys' revisions and additions before adding anything new to the suggestion thread.
Malrick waves up at the quickly descending silhouette.
Soon, the gargantuan three headed dracolich lands on the ground near Malrick, the flickers purple flames within her nine sockets taking in the smaller form of the one who hailed her. "Why, greeting s little one. Always a pleasure to meet a new face. Or maybe an old face? I've been stuck here in this heaven's forsaken place that all unholy beings tend to start looking alike after a time." she says with a bit of a mad cackle, her voice sultry yet jovial in tone.
Malrick seems delighted to have intelligent company. "Why hello there! I am Malrick at your service. What is your name?
*got to go in just a minute, we can finish the interaction later if you want.*
On each side of the faceless, mouthless “head”, the bone that covers it entirely winnows inward just a little, leaving shallow indents - rudimentary ears. Finally, the bloody circle collapses entirely and rushes into the indent, flooding the newly constructed body and forcing it to stand upright, though it soon lurches into a far more wary stance - head forward, tentacle flopping from side to side. Its chest expands outward far further than its breath and retracts rapidly, creating a drumbeat thumb that seems to calm the creature. It picks a direction and begins walking, tentacle scrabbling around it and examining its surroundings by feel as it plods along.
*whats up slime*
It feels movement above it, wingbeats disturbing the air and sending down a fluttering of crimson petal-like feathers. Swooping down and landing on a nearby blackened ledge overlooking the cobbled street, the tall creature sits perched like a bird, wings curls and half-stretched for balance. It has four arms, hands stained with blood, thin half plate and scaled armor covering its chest and arms. Its face is obscured by a white veil, overlayed with a gleaming helmet, currently stained with blood. It watches, unmoving, body poised as if to fight or flee.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Drakan's levelled up, and takes Regeneration, changes his size to Huge, and adds 1 to hit with his main attack with the 5 dread points he accrues.*
Drakan is trudging through an area of fiery wastes.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
*Sorry y’all. I know I said I’d be free yesterday and today but things got busy so I won’t be around.*
*no worries! I’m happy to postpone the fight cause I’m working with gibber/platy/arch to balance a lot of the features rn :] and add some new ones. got multiattack coming, better weapons, armor hopefully, and some more stuff*
*Ooh, sounds neat. I have other ideas to suggest but I'll wait until I see all you guys' revisions and additions before adding anything new to the suggestion thread.
Also hope your day is going well.*
*I was actually thinking about coronet (the dracolich) while making a few and I wanted to add the multi headed feature, and maybe a level locked feature that gives you an extra reaction per extra head you have (one reaction per turn) :]*
*it is! how about you?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Malrick waves up at the quickly descending silhouette.
Soon, the gargantuan three headed dracolich lands on the ground near Malrick, the flickers purple flames within her nine sockets taking in the smaller form of the one who hailed her. "Why, greeting s little one. Always a pleasure to meet a new face. Or maybe an old face? I've been stuck here in this heaven's forsaken place that all unholy beings tend to start looking alike after a time." she says with a bit of a mad cackle, her voice sultry yet jovial in tone.
Malrick seems delighted to have intelligent company. "Why hello there! I am Malrick at your service. What is your name?
*got to go in just a minute, we can finish the interaction later if you want.*
"My my, aren't you a friendly one. You may call me Coronet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Malrick." the dracolich replies,
*Sure, see you later.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Thinking about grabbing an OC of mine and yeeting him on here*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
It feels movement above it, wingbeats disturbing the air and sending down a fluttering of crimson petal-like feathers. Swooping down and landing on a nearby blackened ledge overlooking the cobbled street, the tall creature sits perched like a bird, wings curls and half-stretched for balance. It has four arms, hands stained with blood, thin half plate and scaled armor covering its chest and arms. Its face is obscured by a white veil, overlayed with a gleaming helmet, currently stained with blood. It watches, unmoving, body poised as if to fight or flee.
The thing pauses and waits, the drumbeat of its chest thumping around once a second. It pulls its tentacle in close and continues its harsh breathing. Nothing about its stance betrays impatience or friendliness, or even curiosity. It just.. waits.
*Sorry y’all. I know I said I’d be free yesterday and today but things got busy so I won’t be around.*
*no worries! I’m happy to postpone the fight cause I’m working with gibber/platy/arch to balance a lot of the features rn :] and add some new ones. got multiattack coming, better weapons, armor hopefully, and some more stuff*
*Ooh, sounds neat. I have other ideas to suggest but I'll wait until I see all you guys' revisions and additions before adding anything new to the suggestion thread.
Also hope your day is going well.*
*I was actually thinking about coronet (the dracolich) while making a few and I wanted to add the multi headed feature, and maybe a level locked feature that gives you an extra reaction per extra head you have (one reaction per turn) :]*
*it is! how about you?*
*Oh, that would be really neat. Thanks for the consideration, and I can't wait to see all the new abilities.
Better then the last few days. Got over that stomach bug and also no longer feeling the after sickness ick, though I'm still a bit worn out from my 14 hour shift yesterday. Luckily I'm off today and tomorrow so I can relx.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Thick, half-clotted blood sweats from the ground in bubbling spurts, forming a half-coherent circle of droplets that, like melting candle-wax, melt and run together, flowing slow and lazy and filling the air with the stink of charnel.
It takes a few minutes of effusion before the warped circle is complete and the dirt within its bounds ripples and pulls downward - like a trout below the surface of a lake, siphoning in some imperceptible prey. As the red viscid stumbles down the new incline it collides with its fellow droplets, then winding up through the still air into a shape like a nervous system - a simple one, no dense clusters of pain sensors - only the single lines of movement, action and response.
Once this crude framework is in play, the living cells of blood or aberrant substitute reach out new tendrils of fresh red flesh, connecting tiny bridges with each other and filling in cord after cord after cord of tightly woven musculature. Now that these muscles too hang in space, no rigid structures yet, the bipedal nature of the creature is obvious - one arm’s hand and half its forearm replaced by an uncanny disc of meat, still dripping within the circle, the other a rope or tentacle, holes punched into its length by an unseen force one after the other.
As its “head” is inflated from within by a solid mass of bone and muscle; and as ossific spikes shunt out through ready punctures into its tentacle, and yet more serrated fangs grow one after the other from each edge of its muscled disk, all curving in the same direction like the teeth of a saw, the outer layer of flesh wither and dries, itself being overtaken from the ground up by a layer of yellowish bone, or perhaps some kind of chitinous armour. As it climbs to the chest, it curves outward at anterior and posterior, leaving a tapered ellipse shape of exposed muscle behind the three-quarter inch of bone. The muscle in this space collapses inward, leaving a gaping hole, much like a mouth, and breath floods in and out, the whole construction from “head” to “foot” expanding and contracting noticeably with each inhalation and exhalation.
On each side of the faceless, mouthless “head”, the bone that covers it entirely winnows inward just a little, leaving shallow indents - rudimentary ears. Finally, the bloody circle collapses entirely and rushes into the indent, flooding the newly constructed body and forcing it to stand upright, though it soon lurches into a far more wary stance - head forward, tentacle flopping from side to side. Its chest expands outward far further than its breath and retracts rapidly, creating a drumbeat thumb that seems to calm the creature. It picks a direction and begins walking, tentacle scrabbling around it and examining its surroundings by feel as it plods along.
*Luca Brasi, depending on how you define villain.*
Drakan stands atop a jagged rock nearby. His hulking form is unmissable. he holds a massive, cleaver-like blade in one hand.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
Drakan stands atop a jagged rock nearby. His hulking form is unmissable. he holds a massive, cleaver-like blade in one hand.
It pauses, raising its head as it evaluates its new visitor, before coming to a decision and loping in Drakan’s direction with the patient, plodding gait of a persistence predator, tentacle dragging behind it and drumbeat thumping in time with its heavy steps.
It feels movement above it, wingbeats disturbing the air and sending down a fluttering of crimson petal-like feathers. Swooping down and landing on a nearby blackened ledge overlooking the cobbled street, the tall creature sits perched like a bird, wings curls and half-stretched for balance. It has four arms, hands stained with blood, thin half plate and scaled armor covering its chest and arms. Its face is obscured by a white veil, overlayed with a gleaming helmet, currently stained with blood. It watches, unmoving, body poised as if to fight or flee.
The thing pauses and waits, the drumbeat of its chest thumping around once a second. It pulls its tentacle in close and continues its harsh breathing. Nothing about its stance betrays impatience or friendliness, or even curiosity. It just.. waits.
*what’s up slime*
*da slime jar*
“Curious, vile creature. The Far Ends favor thee.” The angel says from its ledge, keeping a distance. “Does thou crave blood? I assure thee I am no easy prey, nor a filling meal.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
the dwarven paladain is walking around, trying to find shelter from the unholy creatures who torment him
"Well well, you certainly seem out of your element...little dwarf." whispers out the voice of Coronet as one of her skeletal heads curls out around a large rocky outcropping to peer down at the paladin.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Thick, half-clotted blood sweats from the ground in bubbling spurts, forming a half-coherent circle of droplets that, like melting candle-wax, melt and run together, flowing slow and lazy and filling the air with the stink of charnel.
It takes a few minutes of effusion before the warped circle is complete and the dirt within its bounds ripples and pulls downward - like a trout below the surface of a lake, siphoning in some imperceptible prey. As the red viscid stumbles down the new incline it collides with its fellow droplets, then winding up through the still air into a shape like a nervous system - a simple one, no dense clusters of pain sensors - only the single lines of movement, action and response.
Once this crude framework is in play, the living cells of blood or aberrant substitute reach out new tendrils of fresh red flesh, connecting tiny bridges with each other and filling in cord after cord after cord of tightly woven musculature. Now that these muscles too hang in space, no rigid structures yet, the bipedal nature of the creature is obvious - one arm’s hand and half its forearm replaced by an uncanny disc of meat, still dripping within the circle, the other a rope or tentacle, holes punched into its length by an unseen force one after the other.
As its “head” is inflated from within by a solid mass of bone and muscle; and as ossific spikes shunt out through ready punctures into its tentacle, and yet more serrated fangs grow one after the other from each edge of its muscled disk, all curving in the same direction like the teeth of a saw, the outer layer of flesh wither and dries, itself being overtaken from the ground up by a layer of yellowish bone, or perhaps some kind of chitinous armour. As it climbs to the chest, it curves outward at anterior and posterior, leaving a tapered ellipse shape of exposed muscle behind the three-quarter inch of bone. The muscle in this space collapses inward, leaving a gaping hole, much like a mouth, and breath floods in and out, the whole construction from “head” to “foot” expanding and contracting noticeably with each inhalation and exhalation.
On each side of the faceless, mouthless “head”, the bone that covers it entirely winnows inward just a little, leaving shallow indents - rudimentary ears. Finally, the bloody circle collapses entirely and rushes into the indent, flooding the newly constructed body and forcing it to stand upright, though it soon lurches into a far more wary stance - head forward, tentacle flopping from side to side. Its chest expands outward far further than its breath and retracts rapidly, creating a drumbeat thumb that seems to calm the creature. It picks a direction and begins walking, tentacle scrabbling around it and examining its surroundings by feel as it plods along.
*Luca Brasi, depending on how you define villain.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Hey Redplelt. That is quite the character introduction.*
Malrick notices away that far away another creature has joined. He begins his trek towards the creature.
*I got to go for awhile*
*no worries! I’m happy to postpone the fight cause I’m working with gibber/platy/arch to balance a lot of the features rn :] and add some new ones. got multiattack coming, better weapons, armor hopefully, and some more stuff*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Soon, the gargantuan three headed dracolich lands on the ground near Malrick, the flickers purple flames within her nine sockets taking in the smaller form of the one who hailed her. "Why, greeting s little one. Always a pleasure to meet a new face. Or maybe an old face? I've been stuck here in this heaven's forsaken place that all unholy beings tend to start looking alike after a time." she says with a bit of a mad cackle, her voice sultry yet jovial in tone.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Ooh, sounds neat. I have other ideas to suggest but I'll wait until I see all you guys' revisions and additions before adding anything new to the suggestion thread.
Also hope your day is going well.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"ye aint civilized ya fiend"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Malrick seems delighted to have intelligent company. "Why hello there! I am Malrick at your service. What is your name?
*got to go in just a minute, we can finish the interaction later if you want.*
*whats up slime*
It feels movement above it, wingbeats disturbing the air and sending down a fluttering of crimson petal-like feathers. Swooping down and landing on a nearby blackened ledge overlooking the cobbled street, the tall creature sits perched like a bird, wings curls and half-stretched for balance. It has four arms, hands stained with blood, thin half plate and scaled armor covering its chest and arms. Its face is obscured by a white veil, overlayed with a gleaming helmet, currently stained with blood. It watches, unmoving, body poised as if to fight or flee.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Thank you! And see you!*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Drakan's levelled up, and takes Regeneration, changes his size to Huge, and adds 1 to hit with his main attack with the 5 dread points he accrues.*
Drakan is trudging through an area of fiery wastes.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
I like cheese.
*I was actually thinking about coronet (the dracolich) while making a few and I wanted to add the multi headed feature, and maybe a level locked feature that gives you an extra reaction per extra head you have (one reaction per turn) :]*
*it is! how about you?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"My my, aren't you a friendly one. You may call me Coronet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Malrick." the dracolich replies,
*Sure, see you later.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Thinking about grabbing an OC of mine and yeeting him on here*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
I like cheese.
The thing pauses and waits, the drumbeat of its chest thumping around once a second. It pulls its tentacle in close and continues its harsh breathing. Nothing about its stance betrays impatience or friendliness, or even curiosity. It just.. waits.
*what’s up slime*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
the dwarven paladain is walking around, trying to find shelter from the unholy creatures who torment him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Oh, that would be really neat. Thanks for the consideration, and I can't wait to see all the new abilities.
Better then the last few days. Got over that stomach bug and also no longer feeling the after sickness ick, though I'm still a bit worn out from my 14 hour shift yesterday. Luckily I'm off today and tomorrow so I can relx.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Drakan stands atop a jagged rock nearby. His hulking form is unmissable. he holds a massive, cleaver-like blade in one hand.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
I main Milio in League of Legends, and therefore have extreme anxiety whenever my glass cannon Vayne main teammate charges at the enemy while I'm at the spawn zone.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 19%.
If anyone says the words "Spider man lord" in my presence I will immediately lock myself in my room.
I like cheese.
It pauses, raising its head as it evaluates its new visitor, before coming to a decision and loping in Drakan’s direction with the patient, plodding gait of a persistence predator, tentacle dragging behind it and drumbeat thumping in time with its heavy steps.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*da slime jar*
“Curious, vile creature. The Far Ends favor thee.” The angel says from its ledge, keeping a distance. “Does thou crave blood? I assure thee I am no easy prey, nor a filling meal.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Well well, you certainly seem out of your element...little dwarf." whispers out the voice of Coronet as one of her skeletal heads curls out around a large rocky outcropping to peer down at the paladin.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills