They slip through the glass surface, and find themselves in the middle of a war torn field. Broken weapons, pieces of armor, fallen banners, and environmental damage can bee seen for miles on all sides as the flashing phantom images of soldiers, beasts of war, and huge monsters can be seen fighting each other. The ghostly sounds of metal clashing, muffled shouting, explosions, and magic being cast echoes across the area, only being briefly being drowned out by the overpowering sound of lightning that strikes down from the neverending rainclouds above.
Correlion frowns, standing there for a moment as the water soaks through their hair and feathers. The glow of their halo dims down a bit, wings folding behind them as they continue forward on foot.
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The crystals themselves appear somewhat normal. Perfectly white with little to no imperfections, beams of light spreading between them, creating an almost web like structure. They vary in size of course, some being the size of elephants while others are entirely unnoticeable unless you truly observe. From up, or down for the other, here they are able to see much farther into the horizon, and notices a series of much more colorful crystals, not floating, but rather seeming to connect the ceiling to the ground. It seems the beams imitating sunlight originate from this source.
Correlion takes a moment to cast Identify on one of the crystals, before moving on to see if there are any structures or central formation where this life would be originating from.
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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 crystals themselves appear somewhat normal. Perfectly white with little to no imperfections, beams of light spreading between them, creating an almost web like structure. They vary in size of course, some being the size of elephants while others are entirely unnoticeable unless you truly observe. From up, or down for the other, here they are able to see much farther into the horizon, and notices a series of much more colorful crystals, not floating, but rather seeming to connect the ceiling to the ground. It seems the beams imitating sunlight originate from this source.
Correlion takes a moment to cast Identify on one of the crystals, before moving on to see if there are any structures or central formation where this life would be originating from.
The quick spell only finds an enchantment on the shiny stones, which is what holds them in the air. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be more of the large, connecting structures such as before, but from the sky they are able to see many odd carvings in the grounds, both above and below, they seem to be simplified renditions of animals and creatures known today.
Malrick searches for Mushisama, he has only been seen twice since he came back to life but now walks openly.
He finds one of the chasm’s to his lair, a somewhat dim light shining through the endless dark. (Hehe) The red ooze surrounding it seems to flow in place, pitch black around the edges.
Malrick begins to fly down.
He is almost immediately wrapped in shadow, the light from above just faint enough to make out the… writhing, walls of the tunnel. The glow from below seems to only get stronger.
Malrick smiles, not taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He seems to just want to see Mushisama.
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
The quick spell only finds an enchantment on the shiny stones, which is what holds them in the air. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be more of the large, connecting structures such as before, but from the sky they are able to see many odd carvings in the grounds, both above and below, they seem to be simplified renditions of animals and creatures known today.
*Kind of like the Nazca lines*
Correlion makes a hm sound, summoning a small journal in their hands and sketching down a few of them with a feathered pen. They sit on the top of one of the trees, continuing to diligently take notes.
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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 searches for Mushisama, he has only been seen twice since he came back to life but now walks openly.
He finds one of the chasm’s to his lair, a somewhat dim light shining through the endless dark. (Hehe) The red ooze surrounding it seems to flow in place, pitch black around the edges.
Malrick begins to fly down.
He is almost immediately wrapped in shadow, the light from above just faint enough to make out the… writhing, walls of the tunnel. The glow from below seems to only get stronger.
Malrick smiles, not taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He seems to just want to see Mushisama.
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
Malrick lets himself fall, admiring the surroundings. He mummers to himself. "I haven't seen such beauty since the great way began."
*Genuine question; How do you guys feel about how I’m intro’ing my layer, and thoughts on the layer in general?*
*it looks cool :) I love the fauna and I really want to see some of the big animals*
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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 quick spell only finds an enchantment on the shiny stones, which is what holds them in the air. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be more of the large, connecting structures such as before, but from the sky they are able to see many odd carvings in the grounds, both above and below, they seem to be simplified renditions of animals and creatures known today.
*Kind of like the Nazca lines*
Correlion makes a hm sound, summoning a small journal in their hands and sketching down a few of them with a feathered pen. They sit on the top of one of the trees, continuing to diligently take notes.
They feel a soft thud as something lands near them, perching on one of the branches. A sound of that of a bird mixed with some reptile originates from its location.
Malrick searches for Mushisama, he has only been seen twice since he came back to life but now walks openly.
He finds one of the chasm’s to his lair, a somewhat dim light shining through the endless dark. (Hehe) The red ooze surrounding it seems to flow in place, pitch black around the edges.
Malrick begins to fly down.
He is almost immediately wrapped in shadow, the light from above just faint enough to make out the… writhing, walls of the tunnel. The glow from below seems to only get stronger.
Malrick smiles, not taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He seems to just want to see Mushisama.
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
Malrick lets himself fall, admiring the surroundings. He mummers to himself. "I haven't seen such beauty since the great way began."
Nothing but the sound of the wind and the chirps of birds flying overhead respond. Eventually his upwards momentum dissipates and he pauses, surrounding by this Earth like glory, before starting to fall back.
They feel a soft thud as something lands near them, perching on one of the branches. A sound of that of a bird mixed with some reptile originates from its location.
The angel looks up from its journal, making a soft chittering sound in reply, like w mix between a bird and an insect.
— 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
They slip through the glass surface, and find themselves in the middle of a war torn field. Broken weapons, pieces of armor, fallen banners, and environmental damage can bee seen for miles on all sides as the flashing phantom images of soldiers, beasts of war, and huge monsters can be seen fighting each other. The ghostly sounds of metal clashing, muffled shouting, explosions, and magic being cast echoes across the area, only being briefly being drowned out by the overpowering sound of lightning that strikes down from the neverending rainclouds above.
Correlion frowns, standing there for a moment as the water soaks through their hair and feathers. The glow of their halo dims down a bit, wings folding behind them as they continue forward on foot.
After several miles, they can see a massive fortress in the distance, heavily fortified with various phantom soldiers running around and siege weaponry firing out in random directions, aiming at phantom targets. The architecture of the battlement is of very high quality, a blend of dwarven master stonework and elven arcane ingenuity. None of the phantoms seem to even register the archangel as they approach, simply playing out moments of battles past.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick searches for Mushisama, he has only been seen twice since he came back to life but now walks openly.
He finds one of the chasm’s to his lair, a somewhat dim light shining through the endless dark. (Hehe) The red ooze surrounding it seems to flow in place, pitch black around the edges.
Malrick begins to fly down.
He is almost immediately wrapped in shadow, the light from above just faint enough to make out the… writhing, walls of the tunnel. The glow from below seems to only get stronger.
Malrick smiles, not taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He seems to just want to see Mushisama.
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
Malrick lets himself fall, admiring the surroundings. He mummers to himself. "I haven't seen such beauty since the great *war began."
Nothing but the sound of the wind and the chirps of birds flying overhead respond. Eventually his upwards momentum dissipates and he pauses, surrounding by this Earth like glory, before starting to fall back.
Malrick lays down, waiting for Mushisama to appear. He looks up at the sky. "I believe I have found another truly good being in this place."
They feel a soft thud as something lands near them, perching on one of the branches. A sound of that of a bird mixed with some reptile originates from its location.
The angel looks up from its journal, making a soft chittering sound in reply, like w mix between a bird and an insect.
What they spot is a creature, amongst many others, the divine decided a failure.
Malrick searches for Mushisama, he has only been seen twice since he came back to life but now walks openly.
He finds one of the chasm’s to his lair, a somewhat dim light shining through the endless dark. (Hehe) The red ooze surrounding it seems to flow in place, pitch black around the edges.
Malrick begins to fly down.
He is almost immediately wrapped in shadow, the light from above just faint enough to make out the… writhing, walls of the tunnel. The glow from below seems to only get stronger.
Malrick smiles, not taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He seems to just want to see Mushisama.
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
Malrick lets himself fall, admiring the surroundings. He mummers to himself. "I haven't seen such beauty since the great *war began."
Nothing but the sound of the wind and the chirps of birds flying overhead respond. Eventually his upwards momentum dissipates and he pauses, surrounding by this Earth like glory, before starting to fall back.
Malrick lays down, waiting for Mushisama to appear. He looks up at the sky. "I believe I have found another truly good being in this place."
He is allowed many moments to think before a familiar voice cracks the silence. “M-Malrick?”
After several miles, they can see a massive fortress in the distance, heavily fortified with various phantom soldiers running around and siege weaponry firing out in random directions, aiming at phantom targets. The architecture of the battlement is of very high quality, a blend of dwarven master stonework and elven arcane ingenuity. None of the phantoms seem to even register the archangel as they approach, simply playing out moments of battles past.
Correlion takes their journal out, inscribing a few notes. They try to determine the time period of the weapons, and what age this battle likely took place in.
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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
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Correlion frowns, standing there for a moment as the water soaks through their hair and feathers. The glow of their halo dims down a bit, wings folding behind them as they continue forward on foot.
— 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
Correlion takes a moment to cast Identify on one of the crystals, before moving on to see if there are any structures or central formation where this life would be originating from.
— 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
Z is close... to claiming his layer.
The quick spell only finds an enchantment on the shiny stones, which is what holds them in the air. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be more of the large, connecting structures such as before, but from the sky they are able to see many odd carvings in the grounds, both above and below, they seem to be simplified renditions of animals and creatures known today.
*Kind of like the Nazca lines*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Genuine question; How do you guys feel about how I’m intro’ing my layer, and thoughts on the layer in general?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Close your eyes and visualize. The world we know today, with all its trees and sand and clay and stone. With its vast deserts and endangered rainforests. The endless horizon hiding secrets unknown to all but those who travel. Now, imagine it without mankind. The forests no longer harmed. The world colder that it is now, unaffected by the heat of pollution. No towers or dams to obstruct your view nor the rivers. The world, the planet, in its supposedly unhurt state.
Now see it, but larger. Flora the size of titans. Creatures thought dead frolicking in their shade, from the feathered reptiles to the specimens lost thanks to mortal greed. Canyons that could hold entire civilizations and still have room. Deserts more expansive than the true material plane is. Oceans whose depths reach into hell itself. A world so unimaginably huge, and so unimaginably diverse, it may well be the birthplace of the gods themselves. But it is not, for this still is the The Endless Dark.
Now, one final request. Within your mind, fold this impossible world over itself and populate with floating crystals between. Gravity follows less rules than before, and the sky is its ground and the ground is the others sky. Trees hanging from their roots and animal’s whose backs face others. The crystals that divide the two parallel yet matching realms float with no support, except perhaps the light that reflects and refracts through them, mocking sunlight from the material in this woefully underground place.
The moment Malrick crosses the edge of the chasm unto what is to them this upside down side, the gravity of their world shifts and they are no longer falling down, but up, their momentum keeping them afloat, but not forever.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*It's super cool!*
Correlion makes a hm sound, summoning a small journal in their hands and sketching down a few of them with a feathered pen. They sit on the top of one of the trees, continuing to diligently take notes.
— 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
Malrick lets himself fall, admiring the surroundings. He mummers to himself. "I haven't seen such beauty since the great way began."
*it looks cool :) I love the fauna and I really want to see some of the big animals*
— 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
They feel a soft thud as something lands near them, perching on one of the branches. A sound of that of a bird mixed with some reptile originates from its location.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Nothing but the sound of the wind and the chirps of birds flying overhead respond. Eventually his upwards momentum dissipates and he pauses, surrounding by this Earth like glory, before starting to fall back.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Right before he hits the ground, he spots his fall, one hand directed towards the ground. "Now, where is he?"
*Thank you =D*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The angel looks up from its journal, making a soft chittering sound in reply, like w mix between a bird and an insect.
— 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
After several miles, they can see a massive fortress in the distance, heavily fortified with various phantom soldiers running around and siege weaponry firing out in random directions, aiming at phantom targets. The architecture of the battlement is of very high quality, a blend of dwarven master stonework and elven arcane ingenuity. None of the phantoms seem to even register the archangel as they approach, simply playing out moments of battles past.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Malrick lays down, waiting for Mushisama to appear. He looks up at the sky. "I believe I have found another truly good being in this place."
What they spot is a creature, amongst many others, the divine decided a failure.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He is allowed many moments to think before a familiar voice cracks the silence. “M-Malrick?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Correlion takes their journal out, inscribing a few notes. They try to determine the time period of the weapons, and what age this battle likely took place in.
— 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