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.
*Lysander and sure! My replies might be slow there, speed drawing.*
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*Oh yeah*
Umbraveth streams around the towers walls, forming near Hrarn.
Lysander is hobbling around, working on a glider.
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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.
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
"My name is Umbraveth. No part of me is ... 'goop'"
“Oh, hey.” They look up. “I’m guessing you’re friendly?”
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"I am a living shadow, I meld into any surface. The shadows around me stream around objects."
“Me too!”
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"The tower of peace."
“Forging, mostly. I used to be the village forger.”
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