The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
*Yes, I am aware of that. ... Actually, that akes sence. Yeah.*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
*That is such a cool intro.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
*That is such a cool intro.*
*Indeed.*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
*Yes, I am aware of that. ... Actually, that akes sence. Yeah.*
<i actually have three characters/ideas rn. One is based on Kaido, another is based on V1 from Ultrakill. One is original.>
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
*Yes, I am aware of that. ... Actually, that akes sence. Yeah.*
<i actually have three characters/ideas rn. One is based on Kaido, another is based on V1 from Ultrakill. One is original.>
*Ooooohhh!*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
*That is such a cool intro.*
*Indeed.*
*Why thank you*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
*That is such a cool intro.*
*Indeed.*
*Why thank you*
*Indeed!*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, now nearly fully constructed, is performing for his small crowd of other unholy beings. It’s alien, strange, and uncanny. He looks human, with human skin, flesh, and joints, but he does not move like a human.
“Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir, We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? I bet you do! Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere... I am you host!“
*for Gonz to interact with*
*Actually wait my Char can't actually RP right now because they're stuck in Court. Oh no. I'm about to make another character, which will spiral into another, which will spiral into 20 more. Help.*
*(points and laughs)*
*help*
*no.*
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
*Yes, I am aware of that. ... Actually, that akes sence. Yeah.*
<i actually have three characters/ideas rn. One is based on Kaido, another is based on V1 from Ultrakill. One is original.>
*Ooooohhh!*
<You can probably imagine what each one will do... except Gaien, I guess. I think V1 might be problematic to play, however.>
*I noticed that there’s no flying option on skills. So does that mean that I can just give my character flying? If not, can my character not be able to use his legs and only be able to fly as movement?*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*I noticed that there’s no flying option on skills. So does that mean that I can just give my character flying? If not, can my character not be able to use his legs and only be able to fly as movement?*
*I assumed that you have to use this and take it multiple times to gain a flying speed. It's what I did.
Cannot Be Outrun- +10 to your speed. You can choose which speed this is (walking, flying, swimming, etc), and can do so whether or not you had any feet in that speed to begin with. You can choose this ability multiple times, choosing a different speed each time. 1 Dread Point. *
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I noticed that there’s no flying option on skills. So does that mean that I can just give my character flying? If not, can my character not be able to use his legs and only be able to fly as movement?*
*I assumed that you have to use this and take it multiple times to gain a flying speed. It's what I did.
Cannot Be Outrun- +10 to your speed. You can choose which speed this is (walking, flying, swimming, etc), and can do so whether or not you had any feet in that speed to begin with. You can choose this ability multiple times, choosing a different speed each time. 1 Dread Point. *
*’Kay.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
*no.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
<Um, can I just say that making a lot of characters on this thread could make it more difficult for you? Especially what with all the stats to juggle and such. Maybe just a time/space cut?>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*Yes, I am aware of that. ... Actually, that akes sence. Yeah.*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Something begins to stir in the unholy, dark ooze that is Profanus. Those nearby as the twisted, gargantuan figure emerges can sense, not power per say, but a presence that feels ancient to this wretched place. For indeed, for while this newly reforming entity is greatly diminished in power, she has been here longer than most that currently walk the darkened abyss. Who knows what horrid and profane knowledge she may provide..or inflict upon others for her own amusement.
The ooze forms into a massive skeletal beast, bones charred black with cracks that leak out a vibrant purple hue. Black soul gem-like crystals cling to her gnarled ribcage. Massive skeletal wings shutter and creak, bathed in shadows that seem to mimic the membrane that would exist had she still harbored any flesh on her undead body. Wicked claws scrape the ground as she claws her way out of the dark pits of reformation, as a bony tail sways behind her like a cat contemplating her next hunt with gleeful anticipation. Three draconic skulls rise up from long skeltal necks, each one permanently twisted into a wide cheshire grin that seems to always leak out black necrotic mist, purple flames flicker intensely in each of her 9 eye sockets, the extra 3 one each of the skull's foreheads.
The draconic skeleton, now freed from the primordial darkness lets out a horrid roar, signaling her return to the physicality of this wretched plane. Let all within the realm rejoice, or cower in fear. For Coronet, the Dracolich of Unholy Knowledge has returned, ready to take her place as the queen on the proverbial chess board that is Tenebris Sine Fine, and begin another chaotic game of conquest and carnage...if only the right king can entice her so.
"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
*That is such a cool intro.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*Indeed.*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
<i actually have three characters/ideas rn. One is based on Kaido, another is based on V1 from Ultrakill. One is original.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*Ooooohhh!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Why thank you*
"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
*Indeed!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
<You can probably imagine what each one will do... except Gaien, I guess. I think V1 might be problematic to play, however.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*I noticed that there’s no flying option on skills. So does that mean that I can just give my character flying? If not, can my character not be able to use his legs and only be able to fly as movement?*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*I assumed that you have to use this and take it multiple times to gain a flying speed. It's what I did.
Cannot Be Outrun- +10 to your speed. You can choose which speed this is (walking, flying, swimming, etc), and can do so whether or not you had any feet in that speed to begin with. You can choose this ability multiple times, choosing a different speed each time. 1 Dread Point. *
"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
*’Kay.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
"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
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)