*Lysander and sure! My replies might be slow there, speed drawing.*
Hrarn is in Cyrrendale walking to streets
Lysander is hobbling around, working on a glider.
"Why hello there."
“Oh, hey.” They look up. “I’m guessing you’re friendly?”
"I'm a pacifist"
“Me too!”
"What do you do for a living?"
“Forging, mostly. I used to be the village forger.”
"I meant in this hellhole."
“Also forging.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Lysander and sure! My replies might be slow there, speed drawing.*
Hrarn is in Cyrrendale walking to streets
Lysander is hobbling around, working on a glider.
"Why hello there."
“Oh, hey.” They look up. “I’m guessing you’re friendly?”
"I'm a pacifist"
“Me too!”
"What do you do for a living?"
“Forging, mostly. I used to be the village forger.”
"I meant in this hellhole."
“Also forging.”
"Can you forge me something?"
They shake their head. “No can do. I might when I get the time, but I have a list of people wanting things from me.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*ok so I've got 24 hours till I reform, should I make a new character?*
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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!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
*ok so I've got 24 hours till I reform, should I make a new character?*
*Sure!*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Back. Anyone wanna RP before I throw my drawing tablet at a wall?*
*Sure! Also what’s your Artfight acc?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
*Cool!*
Umbraveth rises out of the ground near Mushisama.
"The time is near... For Malrick to return."
The fallen god looks to them with his expressionless non-face. “Their mortal soul survived? Where had it been? And why do I now sense new caverns beneath the ground this form stands?”
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
*Cool!*
Umbraveth rises out of the ground near Mushisama.
"The time is near... For Malrick to return."
The fallen god looks to them with his expressionless non-face. “Their mortal soul survived? Where had it been? And why do I now sense new caverns beneath the ground this form stands?”
"Their is now several layers in this place. Malrick was no mortal being, he will return, and soon. Prepare all that you need."
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
*Cool!*
Umbraveth rises out of the ground near Mushisama.
"The time is near... For Malrick to return."
The fallen god looks to them with his expressionless non-face. “Their mortal soul survived? Where had it been? And why do I now sense new caverns beneath the ground this form stands?”
"Their is now several layers in this place. Malrick was no mortal being, he will return, and soon. Prepare all that you need."
Mushisama ponders for a second. He walks with his hundred legs to one of the trees of his own magic, plucking the fruit from their stems. “I have been slumbering for what I must assume was months. Please inform me of all the events in that time, my shadow formed ally.”
Many insects can go into a pseudo-hibernation state for days on end if factors become too intense. Many gods, including the fallen, do as well when their following nearly disappear. What happens when a creature of both definitions encounters such events? A true slumber begins. Mushisama has awoken from this near eternal sleep. Perhaps because he sensed a friend. Perhaps because the sudden rise in powers. Perhaps because of his garden, which now is the size, and complexity, of a forest. What started as the physical remains of a poor cursed flora now has grown to host many creatures, living, dead, and undead alike. The tallest bear fruit of no name. The shortest bear thorns of endless pain. None lacks in the fallen magic of a god. Mushisama observes his territory, his new ‘people’, and his false ‘army’. If he could, and if he dared, he would have shed a tear.
Almost like home.
*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
*Cool!*
Umbraveth rises out of the ground near Mushisama.
"The time is near... For Malrick to return."
The fallen god looks to them with his expressionless non-face. “Their mortal soul survived? Where had it been? And why do I now sense new caverns beneath the ground this form stands?”
"Their is now several layers in this place. Malrick was no mortal being, he will return, and soon. Prepare all that you need."
Mushisama ponders for a second. He walks with his hundred legs to one of the trees of his own magic, plucking the fruit from their stems. “I have been slumbering for what I must assume was months. Please inform me of all the events in that time, my shadow formed ally.”
" I have continued gathering allies to our cause in Malrick's absence, but not as well as he. As you know, Malrick sacrificed himself for us, and now it is time for his arrival. Correlion killed A friend of Malrick's and destroyed the vessel for his soul. I have my own layer, and so does Correlion. Correlion keeps telling people he's done with violence, then murdering them. His allies are strong... Very strong."
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"I wish, but I must fight to defend others. My ultimate goal to achieve peace here."
“Also forging.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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They shake their head. “No can do. I might when I get the time, but I have a list of people wanting things from me.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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"So are you a pacifist?"
*ok so I've got 24 hours till I reform, should I make a new character?*
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!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
*Sure!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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*Anyone here?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Back. Anyone wanna RP before I throw my drawing tablet at a wall?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Back!*
*Sure! Also what’s your Artfight acc?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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*Hi!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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*This is by Mushisama Forsaken Temple. It’s like a Mayan ruin in the middle.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Cool!*
Umbraveth rises out of the ground near Mushisama.
"The time is near... For Malrick to return."
The fallen god looks to them with his expressionless non-face. “Their mortal soul survived? Where had it been? And why do I now sense new caverns beneath the ground this form stands?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Their is now several layers in this place. Malrick was no mortal being, he will return, and soon. Prepare all that you need."
Mushisama ponders for a second. He walks with his hundred legs to one of the trees of his own magic, plucking the fruit from their stems. “I have been slumbering for what I must assume was months. Please inform me of all the events in that time, my shadow formed ally.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
" I have continued gathering allies to our cause in Malrick's absence, but not as well as he. As you know, Malrick sacrificed himself for us, and now it is time for his arrival. Correlion killed A friend of Malrick's and destroyed the vessel for his soul. I have my own layer, and so does Correlion. Correlion keeps telling people he's done with violence, then murdering them. His allies are strong... Very strong."