Grimm tries to spit out the disgusting cocoon, but his teeth are stuck to it. He tries to push off of it using his wings, but only ends up even more hopelessly stuck to the sticky silk. He can't even cry for help!
*flashbacks to the fake bench in Deepnest*
After a few moments, a mage hand suddenly appears and begins to slowly unstick Grimm from the nest.
Grimm, once unstuck, "yim"s happily and licks the hand in thanks. He then waits to see what happens to the cocoon.
The small section Grimm disturbed begins to close back up with silk as the mage hand pats him on the head and a child-like voice rings out from the cocoon. “Got to be careful, my cocoon is sticky!”
Grimm's eyes widen exponentially when the cocoon talks. He points at himself with a wing and says his name in the usual fashion, as he can't really talk.
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"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
”Welcome to the Endless Dark.” The archangel makes a sweeping gesture. “You have been placed in a prison, as we all have. Stripped of your former power, though it will grow while you remain trapped here. It is by the power of the heavens that we are confined to such a plane. As for which plane of existence we are on - I am unsure.”
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*Oh, canine-like, you say?* Something feels.. Off about this creature to the canine parts of him. Nova feels almost like an invader of some sort... These feelings can be willfully pushed back and resisted easily, but theyre always there. Underlying
Ravarus is a bit apprehensive of this new being and the “aura” they are giving off, but looks to the angelic being with them to see how they respond.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
With a flick of his wrist, these saplings become enveloped in a faint glow as their growth speeds up exponentially, eventually reaching a height that would otherwise have taken years. From the cover of their leaves descends a multitude of spiders of varying sizes, all the same vermillion color. “No. I am forming my own, earned power. Though it is quite similar to my old. All I wish is the positive effect on the realm I ruled, and maybe be a present lover and father.” He pauses for a moment. “Oh, who am I kidding. The latter is more important to me.”
The twisted saplings writhe and grow ravenously as they’re flooded with magic, thickening into a deep, bloody colored wood with brilliant vermillion leaves, small flowers blooming from the branches like cherry blossoms. They’re sweet smelling, with only a hint of bloodscent from them, the flowers craning their stems towards any living thing in the vicinity. Once something does land on the flower, the petals snap shut violently, the shadow within writhing as it’s drained, thorns wrapped tight around it. Once the flower has finished, the petals re-open in an innocent manner, the blood-drained husk falling soundlessly to the floor. Correlion lays a hand on the bark of the tree, a soft smile on their face. “A gift, then, to your garden. A reminder that all things that live are part of a cycle, an unending need for death to sustain life. I would hope you know this best. To villainize a creature that needs sustenance for survival, that is a mockery of nature itself.” Correlion takes their hand off of the tree, turning back to address him. “Though I would wish you well, Mushisama, I believe you are rather close to those that prey on my downfall. Know this - I am not here to deliver a threat, nor extend a hand in offering of false peace. But should you act against me, or any that serve alongside me, I will not hesitate to rend your flesh from bone.” The archangel plucks a flower from the tree, gently placing it on the ground. “Yet should you prove reasonable, and against such violence, I would like to speak with you again. As much as I abhor the thought of assistance, your divine nature and magical prowess may provide the insight I need to better understand the nature of our imprisonment.” Correlion pauses for a moment. “Oh, and do not attribute the actions of my allies to me. I have understood that Bludspiter is not fond of you, and I trust their judgement, but I will not overlook the possibility of compromise to overcome a greater adversary. I have not attributed the actions of Malrick to you, and I would hope you would extend the same courtesy to me, angel.”
The Blood fueled trees shake as their roots are ripped from the ground, or rather, the roots up themselves out. Almost like a spider, the now exposed roots move along the ground, guiding the flora to the edges of the biome, creating a circle of violent protection around it as they are reburied. “I accept your gift, Archangel, though some training would be needed. And yes, I understand the values of nature, but even then, I will still villainize creatures who take more than what is needed, sentient and inanimate alike.” He turns to face the metallic angel, his hands clasped in front of him holding a wooden bowl of a deep red… something. “Oh and work on your threats. Saying you will tear the flesh off the bones of a creature who has neither does not have the same effect. I will work to keep Bludspiter and your actions apart, but please do inform them of a request of mine. The creatures who made my body at the time of their attack? There is now a graveyard for them. I would like him to visit and apologize to the lives he took.” He walks forward with his hundred legs and places the bowl in Correlion’s hands. “Marmalade for your departure. Works well with many forms of grain.”
Mushisama pretends to not notice at first. After they steal about 10 or so, he finally acknowledges them. “You are aware some of these belong to the ants and will be returned to feed their families?”
Grimm tilts his head at Mushisama, unaware that the mound of insects could talk. It looks confused about the ants owning the berries.
“Yes, I can speak, and yes, they do ‘own’ these berries by the laws of survival.”
Grimm's face falls. He plops down next to the line of ants, and slowly regurgitates the berries he ate, similar to a parent bird.
*or Toothless*
Mushisama snickers slightly, creating an ominous sound mixed with the squeaks and screeches of his insect made body. “A kind gesture, even if socially odd.”
Grimm smiles, then flies off to cause trouble elsewhere.
"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
”Welcome to the Endless Dark.” The archangel makes a sweeping gesture. “You have been placed in a prison, as we all have. Stripped of your former power, though it will grow while you remain trapped here. It is by the power of the heavens that we are confined to such a plane. As for which plane of existence we are on - I am unsure.”
"Former power..? Did I have a former power?" The creature pulls itself up, standing a bit taller "Hm... I suppose I feel something of the sort. A burning within. The heavens... Have cast me here? I am curious as to their reasoning why, but I suppose those answers will have to wait for now. What do you call yourself?"
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*Oh, canine-like, you say?* Something feels.. Off about this creature to the canine parts of him. Nova feels almost like an invader of some sort... These feelings can be willfully pushed back and resisted easily, but theyre always there. Underlying
Ravarus is a bit apprehensive of this new being and the “aura” they are giving off, but looks to the angelic being with them to see how they respond.
Correlion seems either to not notice this, or be unbothered by it.
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As some semblance of morning breaks in the Endless Dark, a strange heat begins to spread through Profanus. The summoning circle itself almost seems to be boiling, as the air and all begins to waver from the fever. A symbol appears in a burned in black, displaying a crescent moon in the midst of being utterly destroyed, the shards crumbling in the light of the sun behind it. Out of the circle rises a blue sphere of burning plasma, making the temperature even hotter as it reaches its peak far above. It sits a few moments, almost seeming to cruelly look around, as if deciding on a location for the next event... A sudden beam of more concentrated light shoots from this star, like a magnifying glass concentrating onto an ant, setting the point ablaze in blue flame. As the fire burns, the sun sets back down, disappearing back into the circle..
The flame it left behind dances erratically, sputtering as if at war with itself. The blue flashes to purple every few moments, as a shadow forms within. As the flames die out, the large figure remains kneeling, breathing heavily as its eyes open. The figure looks humanoid, with black scales along its arms and legs, and some making their way to its face. They have armor of leather and dull metals along their torso, which shows signs of taking high force impacts, almost like explosions of some sort. The figure is lanky, its amethyst-skinned limbs extremely long and skinny, hunching over as if thats the only way it can balance. The eyes of the creature seem lizard-like, the slitted orange pupils contrasting with the purple and black of the rest of the creature. Long hair sprouts from its head, making the thing seem even more human-like. Its shoulders and upper back are covered in black flame, making a half cape, oddly giving off no light. Shattered chains come off its wrists, ankles and neck, though completely silent as they would clink together. The beast pulls itself up, looking around as if... Confused
A bloated corpse in voluminous robes the same grey as its skin is standing by the circle, dead fish eyes staring at nothing. Welcome to Profanus, newcomer. I am Ixthyl. Are you in need of aid?
(Aid..?) The creature looks at Ixthyl carefully, as if sizing the corpse up (I suppose information-wise... Yes, I could use a form of aid. Tell me what this place is) insight pls
18Profanus. Heart of Tenebrae Sine Fine, or the Endless Dark. Something of a prison for entities like yourself, where all the prisoners try to carve out kingdoms of their own. This is a cage, but one with room to stretch. Ixthyl, except for the fact that it's standing up, is no more mobile than any cadaver.
*Should I introduce two new characters? One is also gonna be a fallen angel like Correlion.*
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As some semblance of morning breaks in the Endless Dark, a strange heat begins to spread through Profanus. The summoning circle itself almost seems to be boiling, as the air and all begins to waver from the fever. A symbol appears in a burned in black, displaying a crescent moon in the midst of being utterly destroyed, the shards crumbling in the light of the sun behind it. Out of the circle rises a blue sphere of burning plasma, making the temperature even hotter as it reaches its peak far above. It sits a few moments, almost seeming to cruelly look around, as if deciding on a location for the next event... A sudden beam of more concentrated light shoots from this star, like a magnifying glass concentrating onto an ant, setting the point ablaze in blue flame. As the fire burns, the sun sets back down, disappearing back into the circle..
The flame it left behind dances erratically, sputtering as if at war with itself. The blue flashes to purple every few moments, as a shadow forms within. As the flames die out, the large figure remains kneeling, breathing heavily as its eyes open. The figure looks humanoid, with black scales along its arms and legs, and some making their way to its face. They have armor of leather and dull metals along their torso, which shows signs of taking high force impacts, almost like explosions of some sort. The figure is lanky, its amethyst-skinned limbs extremely long and skinny, hunching over as if thats the only way it can balance. The eyes of the creature seem lizard-like, the slitted orange pupils contrasting with the purple and black of the rest of the creature. Long hair sprouts from its head, making the thing seem even more human-like. Its shoulders and upper back are covered in black flame, making a half cape, oddly giving off no light. Shattered chains come off its wrists, ankles and neck, though completely silent as they would clink together. The beast pulls itself up, looking around as if... Confused
A bloated corpse in voluminous robes the same grey as its skin is standing by the circle, dead fish eyes staring at nothing. Welcome to Profanus, newcomer. I am Ixthyl. Are you in need of aid?
(Aid..?) The creature looks at Ixthyl carefully, as if sizing the corpse up (I suppose information-wise... Yes, I could use a form of aid. Tell me what this place is) insight pls
18Profanus. Heart of Tenebrae Sine Fine, or the Endless Dark. Something of a prison for entities like yourself, where all the prisoners try to carve out kingdoms of their own. This is a cage, but one with room to stretch. Ixthyl, except for the fact that it's standing up, is no more mobile than any cadaver.
(Hm. Creatures simply grasping to whatever they can hold onto in their endless greed. Though I suppose if theres land to go around, no harm done.. The Endless Dark, you say? Have you confirmed this name is accurate? Can it truly be said to be endless?)
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The Blood fueled trees shake as their roots are ripped from the ground, or rather, the roots up themselves out. Almost like a spider, the now exposed roots move along the ground, guiding the flora to the edges of the biome, creating a circle of violent protection around it as they are reburied. “I accept your gift, Archangel, though some training would be needed. And yes, I understand the values of nature, but even then, I will still villainize creatures who take more than what is needed, sentient and inanimate alike.” He turns to face the metallic angel, his hands clasped in front of him holding a wooden bowl of a deep red… something. “Oh and work on your threats. Saying you will tear the flesh off the bones of a creature who has neither does not have the same effect. I will work to keep Bludspiter and your actions apart, but please do inform them of a request of mine. The creatures who made my body at the time of their attack? There is now a graveyard for them. I would like him to visit and apologize to the lives he took.” He walks forward with his hundred legs and places the bowl in Correlion’s hands. “Marmalade for your departure. Works well with many forms of grain.”
“Bludspiter is not one to apologize. I will inform them of your request, but I have no control over if they will honor it, nor will I push them to.” The angel dusts a few petals off of their shoulder. “To villainize a creature that is taking more than it needs.. I can understand from a point of sentience. But would you not blame a wolf thrown to the innocent flock, gorging itself on the meal? Yet I digress. I assumed this was only a temporary form, and as such your physical would be much more.. corporeal. But if you do insist on a more thorough and realistic threat.” The angel ponders this for a moment. “I suppose I could start with fire. Smoldering, charred remains of a defenseless garden. Then the insects, each one slaughtered and burnt alive. Oh! Then perhaps I will return each to life under my command, through necromancy. Then, I shall retrieve my enemies and bring them here, to line them up on the blackened soil. Perhaps then I shall mutilate them, to skin them alive so that their blood may flow and enrich the soil, to taint the land itself until the souls of the dead scream and cry in the torture of an endless existence. And their souls may be kept in a garden of my own flowers I shall grow here. Corpseflowers, such a lovely color. And after such occurs, this area shall become my training ground, a place of battle and a place of death.” Correlion pauses, speaking a little wistfully as if imagining the beauty of it all. “But that is only a threat, of course. And perhaps I would let you live, to watch such things befall your rather lovely garden. Oh, and I do appreciate the marmalade.” The angel smiles, accepting the bowl. “I do hope you plan to grow a more diverse variety of tea leaves here. They are quite beneficial to assisting keeping the pests away from your saplings.”
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"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
A strange, droning set of clicks emanate from the creature as it approaches the other new arrival. Its lidless eyes somehow shut and its spines recede into the recesses of its hide as it gestures intently with gangly arms.
The creature pulls itself fully to its feet, taking a step back "I believe you are close enough, whatever you are. I don't know about you, but personally I enjoy having space from odd newcomers"
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
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A mass of bloated grey skin and long gray hair and billowing grey robes descends from the sky after the creature. Welcome to Profanus, newcomer. I am Ixthyl.
Ixthyl, the creature coos softly, as if tasting the name. Ixthyl. So... unique. So original. What a strange place this is. I am called Citizen.
It hangs horizontally in the air over Citizen, its long hair falling around its drowned face and dead eyes. Citizen. Of where, exactly?
Its feathers ripple, pulsing in a wave from its mask to the ground. A Citizen of the world. The universe. Of nothing. We are all equal in meaninglessness, yes?
Yes. But that makes the name nonidentifying, no?
It does. Citizen is silent, seemingly content to leave its answer curt.
I see.And what brought you here?
Bad luck. Or maybe the consequences of my actions. Unwarranted consequences, but so many are blind to reality. They make decisions freely and without understanding. Some of them even have thrones.
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"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
A strange, droning set of clicks emanate from the creature as it approaches the other new arrival. Its lidless eyes somehow shut and its spines recede into the recesses of its hide as it gestures intently with gangly arms.
The creature pulls itself fully to its feet, taking a step back "I believe you are close enough, whatever you are. I don't know about you, but personally I enjoy having space from odd newcomers"
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
"Expressing disappointment of one you just met? Ha. How pathetic to think that I care for your opinion. Speech is the most common form of communication, and use of it proves nothing of what methods one does or does not know. And even if one doesn't have any other method to communicate? Speech serves well enough for most. What are you, stranger?"
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"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
A strange, droning set of clicks emanate from the creature as it approaches the other new arrival. Its lidless eyes somehow shut and its spines recede into the recesses of its hide as it gestures intently with gangly arms.
The creature pulls itself fully to its feet, taking a step back "I believe you are close enough, whatever you are. I don't know about you, but personally I enjoy having space from odd newcomers"
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
"Expressing disappointment of one you just met? Ha. How pathetic to think that I care for your opinion. Speech is the most common form of communication, and use of it proves nothing of what methods one does or does not know. And even if one doesn't have any other method to communicate? Speech serves well enough for most. What are you, stranger?"
"You are expressive. And unique. How interesting. I am called Citizen." As the creature says its name, its feathers pulse once more, piercing orange eyes peeking open and shutting.
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"Former power..? Did I have a former power?" The creature pulls itself up, standing a bit taller "Hm... I suppose I feel something of the sort. A burning within. The heavens... Have cast me here? I am curious as to their reasoning why, but I suppose those answers will have to wait for now. What do you call yourself?"
“Unfortunately I cannot provide answers as to the reason of your imprisonment. I am still in the process of recovering my memories as well.” The angel bows their head slightly as a greeting. “I am the angel Correlion, Blade of Rend.”
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*Should I introduce two new characters? One is also gonna be a fallen angel like Correlion.*
*you can if you’d like*
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*Should I introduce two new characters? One is also gonna be a fallen angel like Correlion.*
*you can if you’d like*
*I’m gonna go only one and intro another in a different thread.*
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"Two at once..?" Its voice sounds ragged, as if the arrival was an ordeal. The voice itself sounds somewhat feminine at first, but seems to have a growling more masculine echo behind it. It glances, seeing the other arrived being "Ah... Two arrivals at once. Arrivals to... Where?"
A strange, droning set of clicks emanate from the creature as it approaches the other new arrival. Its lidless eyes somehow shut and its spines recede into the recesses of its hide as it gestures intently with gangly arms.
The creature pulls itself fully to its feet, taking a step back "I believe you are close enough, whatever you are. I don't know about you, but personally I enjoy having space from odd newcomers"
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
"Expressing disappointment of one you just met? Ha. How pathetic to think that I care for your opinion. Speech is the most common form of communication, and use of it proves nothing of what methods one does or does not know. And even if one doesn't have any other method to communicate? Speech serves well enough for most. What are you, stranger?"
"You are expressive. And unique. How interesting. I am called Citizen." As the creature says its name, its feathers pulse once more, piercing orange eyes peeking open and shutting once more.
"Citizen..." The creature moves slowly around Citizen, circling silent for a moment "And you are also new to this plane? To this... Prison?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
"Expressing disappointment of one you just met? Ha. How pathetic to think that I care for your opinion. Speech is the most common form of communication, and use of it proves nothing of what methods one does or does not know. And even if one doesn't have any other method to communicate? Speech serves well enough for most. What are you, stranger?"
"You are expressive. And unique. How interesting. I am called Citizen." As the creature says its name, its feathers pulse once more, piercing orange eyes peeking open and shutting once more.
"Citizen..." The creature moves slowly around Citizen, circling silent for a moment "And you are also new to this plane? To this... Prison?"
"That is correct. I arrived here consciously moments before you did."
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Grimm's eyes widen exponentially when the cocoon talks. He points at himself with a wing and says his name in the usual fashion, as he can't really talk.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
”Welcome to the Endless Dark.” The archangel makes a sweeping gesture. “You have been placed in a prison, as we all have. Stripped of your former power, though it will grow while you remain trapped here. It is by the power of the heavens that we are confined to such a plane. As for which plane of existence we are on - I am unsure.”
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Ravarus is a bit apprehensive of this new being and the “aura” they are giving off, but looks to the angelic being with them to see how they respond.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The Blood fueled trees shake as their roots are ripped from the ground, or rather, the roots up themselves out. Almost like a spider, the now exposed roots move along the ground, guiding the flora to the edges of the biome, creating a circle of violent protection around it as they are reburied. “I accept your gift, Archangel, though some training would be needed. And yes, I understand the values of nature, but even then, I will still villainize creatures who take more than what is needed, sentient and inanimate alike.” He turns to face the metallic angel, his hands clasped in front of him holding a wooden bowl of a deep red… something. “Oh and work on your threats. Saying you will tear the flesh off the bones of a creature who has neither does not have the same effect. I will work to keep Bludspiter and your actions apart, but please do inform them of a request of mine. The creatures who made my body at the time of their attack? There is now a graveyard for them. I would like him to visit and apologize to the lives he took.” He walks forward with his hundred legs and places the bowl in Correlion’s hands. “Marmalade for your departure. Works well with many forms of grain.”
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Former power..? Did I have a former power?" The creature pulls itself up, standing a bit taller "Hm... I suppose I feel something of the sort. A burning within. The heavens... Have cast me here? I am curious as to their reasoning why, but I suppose those answers will have to wait for now. What do you call yourself?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Correlion seems either to not notice this, or be unbothered by it.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
18 Profanus. Heart of Tenebrae Sine Fine, or the Endless Dark. Something of a prison for entities like yourself, where all the prisoners try to carve out kingdoms of their own. This is a cage, but one with room to stretch. Ixthyl, except for the fact that it's standing up, is no more mobile than any cadaver.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Should I introduce two new characters? One is also gonna be a fallen angel like Correlion.*
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!
(Hm. Creatures simply grasping to whatever they can hold onto in their endless greed. Though I suppose if theres land to go around, no harm done.. The Endless Dark, you say? Have you confirmed this name is accurate? Can it truly be said to be endless?)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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“Bludspiter is not one to apologize. I will inform them of your request, but I have no control over if they will honor it, nor will I push them to.” The angel dusts a few petals off of their shoulder. “To villainize a creature that is taking more than it needs.. I can understand from a point of sentience. But would you not blame a wolf thrown to the innocent flock, gorging itself on the meal? Yet I digress. I assumed this was only a temporary form, and as such your physical would be much more.. corporeal. But if you do insist on a more thorough and realistic threat.” The angel ponders this for a moment. “I suppose I could start with fire. Smoldering, charred remains of a defenseless garden. Then the insects, each one slaughtered and burnt alive. Oh! Then perhaps I will return each to life under my command, through necromancy. Then, I shall retrieve my enemies and bring them here, to line them up on the blackened soil. Perhaps then I shall mutilate them, to skin them alive so that their blood may flow and enrich the soil, to taint the land itself until the souls of the dead scream and cry in the torture of an endless existence. And their souls may be kept in a garden of my own flowers I shall grow here. Corpseflowers, such a lovely color. And after such occurs, this area shall become my training ground, a place of battle and a place of death.” Correlion pauses, speaking a little wistfully as if imagining the beauty of it all. “But that is only a threat, of course. And perhaps I would let you live, to watch such things befall your rather lovely garden. Oh, and I do appreciate the marmalade.” The angel smiles, accepting the bowl. “I do hope you plan to grow a more diverse variety of tea leaves here. They are quite beneficial to assisting keeping the pests away from your saplings.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The creature slowly retreats, gliding backwards half a step. It halts, and then a raspy, inhuman voice slips from some unseen throat. "You know only this form of communication? Very well." Though it speaks in complete monotone, a slight sense of disapproval is carried through its words.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Bad luck. Or maybe the consequences of my actions. Unwarranted consequences, but so many are blind to reality. They make decisions freely and without understanding. Some of them even have thrones.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Expressing disappointment of one you just met? Ha. How pathetic to think that I care for your opinion. Speech is the most common form of communication, and use of it proves nothing of what methods one does or does not know. And even if one doesn't have any other method to communicate? Speech serves well enough for most. What are you, stranger?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"You are expressive. And unique. How interesting. I am called Citizen." As the creature says its name, its feathers pulse once more, piercing orange eyes peeking open and shutting.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
“Unfortunately I cannot provide answers as to the reason of your imprisonment. I am still in the process of recovering my memories as well.” The angel bows their head slightly as a greeting. “I am the angel Correlion, Blade of Rend.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*you can if you’d like*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’m gonna go only one and intro another in a different thread.*
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!
"Citizen..." The creature moves slowly around Citizen, circling silent for a moment "And you are also new to this plane? To this... Prison?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"That is correct. I arrived here consciously moments before you did."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.