*im gonna finish up writing correlion’s entry and layer :]*
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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
In the heart of Profanus’s major city lies the ashen tree where Correlion once inhabited. Gone now is its roost, and the guild hall it once had built still raising flags of the angel’s moon-rose symbol. Between the roots of the great tree lies an engraved stone gate, covered in thorns, half open in a semi-inviting, semi-dangerous sense. Two more similar trees sprout - one where Bludspiter’s cavern once sat, and one at the heart of Cherovni’s tower ruins. All gates remain open, for now.
The now-turned archangel Correlion descends lightly into the lands between, a glowing, apparition-like figure. Its hair has paled completely, silvery in a loose plait now absent of its reddish stains. It lays a hand to the abyss, gently whispering some age-old tune, the lyrics to a long lost Celestial lullaby, as a single spark descends from their open palm. The shard takes root in the darkness, flickering softly, once, twice, and then with a resounding burst, a massive wave of light radiates from it. With a second pulse, the light begins to solidify, the world around it shaping into material form.
From the center of the shard grows a massive tree, several hundred feet tall, oaken in shape and redwood in color, with brilliant vermillion petals drifting from the branches. Around its base and nearly growing out of its side is a towering fortress, with blackstone walls gilded with silver, spiral towers stretching into the sky, conjoined with the tree itself. Several treehouse bridges connect the spires, banners bearing Correlion’s Hellrider flag hanging freely from the banisters. The lower half of the fortress connects to a plateaued city, a massive wall surrounding it with several ballistas and armed turrets. The city itself seems to be set with war in mind, twisting streets difficult for intruders to penetrate from, a layer of razorthin wire stretching over several buildings as if to defend against air raids. Most of the city’s architecture resembles something more southeast asian, with a distinct germanic feel in terms of wrought iron installments. The wall has four gates, one in each major direction, and large enough to accommodate a creature of even Ravarus’s size. The city itself is fully furnished, though mostly featuring several barracks and other training camps, as well as smaller areas for vertical gardening structure and smaller livestock.
Underneath the plateau stretches the rest of the layer, a massive flowerfield-like grassland populated by vibrant roses. A few smaller bastions are set up as well, on winding roads patrolled by night’s cavalry. These riders are friendly for the most part, faceless and covered in black armor atop of dragon-like horses that snort smoke through soot stained nostrils. The fringes of the layer are covered in tall trees, and any attempt to enter the wood eventually ends with the creature ending up back again into Profanus.
Near the top of the branches of the Ashtree sits an elevated platform, made of a glass-like substance. On the surface of it lies several runes, each carved with Correlion’s own blood, a sword symbol in the center.
The layer’s name is inscribed on every gate that leads to it from Profanus. Cyrrendale, the City of War.
The capital city of Cyrrendale is named Moonvale, and the fortress named Faenhaven.
Standing on one of the longer branches of Faenhaven’s central tree is the fully armored, helmetless, archangel, a frown set to their features. Correlion’s pale hair still lies in thick strands over their face, their braid falling over one shoulder to the ground below. The fallen angel’s dual crimson scimitars lie sheathed at its side, gently clanking against the flexible silvered armor they wear. A single, over the shoulder half-cape flutters behind them in the breeze, and the angel surveys its new surroundings, taking it in with a deep breath.
— 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
*ty!!! it took me thirty minutes :| I am not a fast writer*
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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
*ty!!! it took me thirty minutes :| I am not a fast writer*
*Hey, good writing takes time sometimes.
Honestly it's a bit intimidating how good some of you guys are with your writing...*
*I’ve practiced a lot, I don’t think I’m that great at it but it makes me happy that yall think it’s good :] I like your writing a lot from what I’ve seen of it. Correlion made space for Ravarus in its layer as well temporarily until Ravarus gets his own layer.*
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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
*congrats Cyno to being the first to own a layer. I think. I haven’t checked here in a while. Anything else important to note?*
*Correlion killed Malrick, if you want me to repost the final bit?*
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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
*ty!!! it took me thirty minutes :| I am not a fast writer*
*Hey, good writing takes time sometimes.
Honestly it's a bit intimidating how good some of you guys are with your writing...*
*I’ve practiced a lot, I don’t think I’m that great at it but it makes me happy that yall think it’s good :] I like your writing a lot from what I’ve seen of it. Correlion made space for Ravarus in its layer as well temporarily until Ravarus gets his own layer.*
*Thanks, that means a lot, especially since I tend to doubt my ability to write at times.
Ravarus will appreciate thats, once he figures out how one enters said layer. lol*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick is near dead. He drops down and lands on his feet. He looks into the distance. "He is too strong, it is time to go." He takes off his bindings, leaving them on the ground. His soul... Was not meant for this place. He begins to walk, his body slowly disappearing. Nothing is left of Malrick, except the memories you have of him, The bindings, his armor, and a letter. He turns back to Correlion. Barely a human shape. "You... You truly are evil." He raises his hand. A blast of radiant power is released. 90 Radiant damage. "Goodbye."
Correlion lands nearby, its armored wings instinctively moving to shield itself from the blast. The radiant light ebbs away as they move their feathers back into a folded position, their breath heaving quietly. Silvery blood drips slowly down the two rather large gashes in their skin, one from the waist up to the lower pectoral horizontally, and the other running from the shoulder across the chest. Both are healing slowly, the skin mending back together as Correlion breaths a sigh of relief. Where its feet touch down, small, red roses bloom, curling up as if reaching for a nonexistent sun. Their crossbow disappears in a dim flash, Correlion cautiously approaching where the armor and letter lay. It gently reaches down and picks up the paper, as if to read it.
“Evil..” It repeats quietly. “Yes.. perhaps so. The defined act of evil, ever-changing in definition from the ‘good’ that shepherd it. Perhaps it is in my nature to be this.. evil you have defined.” Correlion speaks softly, as if talking to itself. “I have slain kings of man.. the kings of the heaven shall lie next in my pursuit. Peace.. has never been an option. The heavens will fall by my blade, and the balance of the world shall be restored without the oppressor.” The fallen angel stares disdainfully at where Malrick once lied. “I am evil, yes? So it shall be. May my blade find the hearts of the self-proclaimed righteous good, may it find and strike down the deceivers and tyrants of man, and may those souls dead by my hand never see peace in the life beyond.”
They lift a hand to their face, their fingertip glowing as they softly mutter an arcane word. “My first act.. to free the companion of mine of its twisted curse, its endless hunger.” The angel’s voice softens. “My first true companion. May you continue free of your burdens, Bludspiter. I have trained my magic enough - I will remove the curse that torments you.”
*For Drakan, but im also gonna head to bed *
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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 is near dead. He drops down and lands on his feet. He looks into the distance. "He is too strong, it is time to go." He takes off his bindings, leaving them on the ground. His soul... Was not meant for this place. He begins to walk, his body slowly disappearing. Nothing is left of Malrick, except the memories you have of him, The bindings, his armor, and a letter. He turns back to Correlion. Barely a human shape. "You... You truly are evil." He raises his hand. A blast of radiant power is released. 90 Radiant damage. "Goodbye."
Correlion lands nearby, its armored wings instinctively moving to shield itself from the blast. The radiant light ebbs away as they move their feathers back into a folded position, their breath heaving quietly. Silvery blood drips slowly down the two rather large gashes in their skin, one from the waist up to the lower pectoral horizontally, and the other running from the shoulder across the chest. Both are healing slowly, the skin mending back together as Correlion breaths a sigh of relief. Where its feet touch down, small, red roses bloom, curling up as if reaching for a nonexistent sun. Their crossbow disappears in a dim flash, Correlion cautiously approaching where the armor and letter lay. It gently reaches down and picks up the paper, as if to read it.
“Evil..” It repeats quietly. “Yes.. perhaps so. The defined act of evil, ever-changing in definition from the ‘good’ that shepherd it. Perhaps it is in my nature to be this.. evil you have defined.” Correlion speaks softly, as if talking to itself. “I have slain kings of man.. the kings of the heaven shall lie next in my pursuit. Peace.. has never been an option. The heavens will fall by my blade, and the balance of the world shall be restored without the oppressor.” The fallen angel stares disdainfully at where Malrick once lied. “I am evil, yes? So it shall be. May my blade find the hearts of the self-proclaimed righteous good, may it find and strike down the deceivers and tyrants of man, and may those souls dead by my hand never see peace in the life beyond.”
They lift a hand to their face, their fingertip glowing as they softly mutter an arcane word. “My first act.. to free the companion of mine of its twisted curse, its endless hunger.” The angel’s voice softens. “My first true companion. May you continue free of your burdens, Bludspiter. I have trained my magic enough - I will remove the curse that torments you.”
Mushisama is at the base of Malrick’s tower, now an empty beacon of lost hope. Beside him stands its previous owner’s familiar, Ghost the Risen cat, tears at the seams of his pale eyes. Both look solemnly at a newly constructed sign they both had worked on. Even if he failed, and even if he lied, any death must be mourned. The sign reads ‘Let this monument be a reminder of the former king Malrick, a mortal turned fiend who claimed to wish for freedom, and let any hope that this dream of his will one day come true.’
The insect made being glimpses at his garden, which he had moved out of the tower out of a form of respect. “A kind man, even with his faults, young feline.” Ghost looks up to their masked face. “H-he w-was b-best f-friend.” “And mine too. Perhaps my only.”
They stand in silence for even longer. A silence that is never broken as both depart. One retreating to the depths of Profanus. The other retreating to their own emotions.
*im gonna finish up writing correlion’s entry and layer :]*
— 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
*Sweet. Can't wait to see it*
"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
*oohm first new layer! After them, I think it’ll be anyone who’s still living from day 1, unless someone else is ahead of them.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I've got roughly 8 days for Coronet and 10 days for Ravarus before they get to ninth level and have their own layers.*
"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! Now, what day did Coronet join and has she killed anyone? Gonna use Coronet as reference for the Conferencier because I don’t wanna do math :<*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Day one and no kills. That's a total of 42 days. So she is currently at 6,000 exp. So she should reach level 9 on the 22th*
"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
*thanksies! So it’s the same day for the Conferencier :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Your welcome.*
"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
In the heart of Profanus’s major city lies the ashen tree where Correlion once inhabited. Gone now is its roost, and the guild hall it once had built still raising flags of the angel’s moon-rose symbol. Between the roots of the great tree lies an engraved stone gate, covered in thorns, half open in a semi-inviting, semi-dangerous sense. Two more similar trees sprout - one where Bludspiter’s cavern once sat, and one at the heart of Cherovni’s tower ruins. All gates remain open, for now.
The now-turned archangel Correlion descends lightly into the lands between, a glowing, apparition-like figure. Its hair has paled completely, silvery in a loose plait now absent of its reddish stains. It lays a hand to the abyss, gently whispering some age-old tune, the lyrics to a long lost Celestial lullaby, as a single spark descends from their open palm. The shard takes root in the darkness, flickering softly, once, twice, and then with a resounding burst, a massive wave of light radiates from it. With a second pulse, the light begins to solidify, the world around it shaping into material form.
From the center of the shard grows a massive tree, several hundred feet tall, oaken in shape and redwood in color, with brilliant vermillion petals drifting from the branches. Around its base and nearly growing out of its side is a towering fortress, with blackstone walls gilded with silver, spiral towers stretching into the sky, conjoined with the tree itself. Several treehouse bridges connect the spires, banners bearing Correlion’s Hellrider flag hanging freely from the banisters. The lower half of the fortress connects to a plateaued city, a massive wall surrounding it with several ballistas and armed turrets. The city itself seems to be set with war in mind, twisting streets difficult for intruders to penetrate from, a layer of razorthin wire stretching over several buildings as if to defend against air raids. Most of the city’s architecture resembles something more southeast asian, with a distinct germanic feel in terms of wrought iron installments. The wall has four gates, one in each major direction, and large enough to accommodate a creature of even Ravarus’s size. The city itself is fully furnished, though mostly featuring several barracks and other training camps, as well as smaller areas for vertical gardening structure and smaller livestock.
Underneath the plateau stretches the rest of the layer, a massive flowerfield-like grassland populated by vibrant roses. A few smaller bastions are set up as well, on winding roads patrolled by night’s cavalry. These riders are friendly for the most part, faceless and covered in black armor atop of dragon-like horses that snort smoke through soot stained nostrils. The fringes of the layer are covered in tall trees, and any attempt to enter the wood eventually ends with the creature ending up back again into Profanus.
Near the top of the branches of the Ashtree sits an elevated platform, made of a glass-like substance. On the surface of it lies several runes, each carved with Correlion’s own blood, a sword symbol in the center.
The layer’s name is inscribed on every gate that leads to it from Profanus. Cyrrendale, the City of War.
The capital city of Cyrrendale is named Moonvale, and the fortress named Faenhaven.
Standing on one of the longer branches of Faenhaven’s central tree is the fully armored, helmetless, archangel, a frown set to their features. Correlion’s pale hair still lies in thick strands over their face, their braid falling over one shoulder to the ground below. The fallen angel’s dual crimson scimitars lie sheathed at its side, gently clanking against the flexible silvered armor they wear. A single, over the shoulder half-cape flutters behind them in the breeze, and the angel surveys its new surroundings, taking it in with a deep breath.
— 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
*AHH your writing is Heavenly*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*ty!!! it took me thirty minutes :| I am not a fast writer*
— 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
*Hey, good writing takes time sometimes.
Honestly it's a bit intimidating how good some of you guys are with your writing...*
"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
*congrats Cyno to being the first to own a layer. I think. I haven’t checked here in a while. Anything else important to note?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I’ve practiced a lot, I don’t think I’m that great at it but it makes me happy that yall think it’s good :] I like your writing a lot from what I’ve seen of it. Correlion made space for Ravarus in its layer as well temporarily until Ravarus gets his own layer.*
— 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 killed Malrick, if you want me to repost the final bit?*
— 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
*Thanks, that means a lot, especially since I tend to doubt my ability to write at times.
Ravarus will appreciate thats, once he figures out how one enters said layer. lol*
"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
*Oh… oh. I would like that if you could. I want all the lore.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*For Drakan, but im also gonna head to bed *
— 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
*thanks mate. Have a good sleep.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Mushisama is at the base of Malrick’s tower, now an empty beacon of lost hope. Beside him stands its previous owner’s familiar, Ghost the Risen cat, tears at the seams of his pale eyes. Both look solemnly at a newly constructed sign they both had worked on. Even if he failed, and even if he lied, any death must be mourned. The sign reads ‘Let this monument be a reminder of the former king Malrick, a mortal turned fiend who claimed to wish for freedom, and let any hope that this dream of his will one day come true.’
The insect made being glimpses at his garden, which he had moved out of the tower out of a form of respect. “A kind man, even with his faults, young feline.” Ghost looks up to their masked face. “H-he w-was b-best f-friend.” “And mine too. Perhaps my only.”
They stand in silence for even longer. A silence that is never broken as both depart. One retreating to the depths of Profanus. The other retreating to their own emotions.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!