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.
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
"Oh, but I would be delighted in gaining a friend so soon after my reformation." she says with delight as she circles Kal. "As for the game, why of course I mean the game of conquest and carnage, the multi-layered chess match that we all find ourselves a part of here in the dread plane of Tenebris Sine Fine. For only through mastery of this glorious game does one hope to grow in power enough to claim a piece of this world for themselves to rule and defend from the other depraved souls seeking control and dominance."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
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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)
The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
"Oh you would be quite surprised how many wretched souls exist in the place, though I'm sure many are hiding away until their power is enough to challenge others for dominion of this space. Not sure why they act so fearful though, true death is quite a hard thing to accomplish in this horrid place." she says with a cackle as she lands heavily yet gracefully on the ground near the being, her gargantuan form looking down at him. "What pray tell, do you hope to accomplish with this strange display of power, other then attract attention that is?"
"This is no display of power. I am merely trying to make this place better for all of us. By punching a hole to the surface."He glares at the sky. "Maybe make those celestial s pay for what they did to us. I did not mean to attract attention, though that may have been because I didn't know of any other Beings."
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
"Oh, but I would be delighted in gaining a friend so soon after my reformation." she says with delight as she circles Kal. "As for the game, why of course I mean the game of conquest and carnage, the multi-layered chess match that we all find ourselves a part of here in the dread plane of Tenebris Sine Fine. For only through mastery of this glorious game does one hope to grow in power enough to claim a piece of this world for themselves to rule and defend from the other depraved souls seeking control and dominance."
“That’s a fun game! I used to have some power. Then I was killed. Who killed me, I do not know…”
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The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
The Effigy does follow, its many legs making resonating tapping sounds on the ground below in uneven rhythms. It curiously looks around at its surroundings as it follows him. Soon after it leaves, the cocoon fully decays into nothing but rot and blood.
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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)
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world.Say," his eyes gleam,"Would you be interested in an alliance?"
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
The Effigy does follow, its many legs making resonating tapping sounds on the ground below in uneven rhythms. It curiously looks around at its surroundings as it follows him. Soon after it leaves, the cocoon fully decays into nothing but rot and blood.
The Conferencier leads the effigy through the twisted, distorted wilderness of Profanus to a small building, recently built, three stories high and leaning dangerously to one side- constructed out of wood, stone, and other materials that suspiciously resemble flesh. It’s a tavern and Inn, it seems. He opens the giant double doors, letting them go inside first.
the inside is illuminated by candles burning greens and pinks, giving the entire space an eerie, disconnected feeling. It seems almost completely separate from outside, Profanus. There’s a bar, a stage, and many, many tables and seats. It’s loosely populated by other unholy beings, mostly the more humanoid ones.
Kal the Vulture is sitting on the ground in an awkward position, rubbing something on his legs. He winces in pain as he rubs it all over, until the pain is eventually too much, and out of their own accord, his wings send him flying into the sky.
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"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world.Say," his eyes gleam,"Would you be interested in an alliance?"
"...That depends... what would an alliance entail?..." Its head tilts slightly to the side- a movement accompanied by the sound of snapping bone.
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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)
The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
"Oh you would be quite surprised how many wretched souls exist in the place, though I'm sure many are hiding away until their power is enough to challenge others for dominion of this space. Not sure why they act so fearful though, true death is quite a hard thing to accomplish in this horrid place." she says with a cackle as she lands heavily yet gracefully on the ground near the being, her gargantuan form looking down at him. "What pray tell, do you hope to accomplish with this strange display of power, other then attract attention that is?"
"This is no display of power. I am merely trying to make this place better for all of us. By punching a hole to the surface."He glares at the sky. "Maybe make those celestial s pay for what they did to us. I did not mean to attract attention, though that may have been because I didn't know of any other Beings."
"Well then consider this your Auntie Coronet's friendly warning that there are many entities here itching for blood and carnage, so try and be a bit discreet. As for escaping, greater beings then you have tried...all have failed so far. It's focus on progressing in the game and amassing power before worrying about such an endeavor." She says warmly, but with a hint of an amused purr to her voice.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
The Effigy does follow, its many legs making resonating tapping sounds on the ground below in uneven rhythms. It curiously looks around at its surroundings as it follows him. Soon after it leaves, the cocoon fully decays into nothing but rot and blood.
The Conferencier leads the effigy through the twisted, distorted wilderness of Profanus to a small building, recently built, three stories high and leaning dangerously to one side- constructed out of wood, stone, and other materials that suspiciously resemble flesh. It’s a tavern and Inn, it seems. He opens the giant double doors, letting them go inside first.
the inside is illuminated by candles burning greens and pinks, giving the entire space an eerie, disconnected feeling. It seems almost completely separate from outside, Profanus. There’s a bar, a stage, and many, many tables and seats. It’s loosely populated by other unholy beings, mostly the more humanoid ones.
The nameless construct walks inside, looking around the space with an almost childlike wonder. Some of the other unholy beings that notice this new arrival seem surprised- an Effigy has never succeeded at becoming a true Unholy Being before, and it's believed to be impossible- but don't comment on this. "...What is this place?..." It mutters, mostly to itself.
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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)
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world.Say," his eyes gleam,"Would you be interested in an alliance?"
"...That depends... what would an alliance entail?..." Its head tilts slightly to the side- a movement accompanied by the sound of snapping bone.
"Oh, not much. Really just like a mutual agreement. If I get attacked, you help, and if you get attacked, I help. This way, we can protect each other, but don't have to submit to one or the other."
<He's not going to ask for you to swear fealty, if that's what you want to know.>
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
"Oh, but I would be delighted in gaining a friend so soon after my reformation." she says with delight as she circles Kal. "As for the game, why of course I mean the game of conquest and carnage, the multi-layered chess match that we all find ourselves a part of here in the dread plane of Tenebris Sine Fine. For only through mastery of this glorious game does one hope to grow in power enough to claim a piece of this world for themselves to rule and defend from the other depraved souls seeking control and dominance."
“That’s a fun game! I used to have some power. Then I was killed. Who killed me, I do not know…”
"Oh? So you chose that fatal flaw for more power then? Not a bad choice, usually best not to worry about the past lives...unless you are bound by words of promise in some manner. But you will find out in time if you are."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world.Say," his eyes gleam,"Would you be interested in an alliance?"
"...That depends... what would an alliance entail?..." Its head tilts slightly to the side- a movement accompanied by the sound of snapping bone.
"Oh, not much. Really just like a mutual agreement. If I get attacked, you help, and if you get attacked, I help. This way, we can protect each other, but don't have to submit to one or the other."
<He's not going to ask for you to swear fealty, if that's what you want to know.>
It is silent for a while, before it internally decides on something. "...That sounds like a wonderful arrangement..." It answers- it has no face to convey emotion, and yet it seems... happy?
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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)
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
"Oh, but I would be delighted in gaining a friend so soon after my reformation." she says with delight as she circles Kal. "As for the game, why of course I mean the game of conquest and carnage, the multi-layered chess match that we all find ourselves a part of here in the dread plane of Tenebris Sine Fine. For only through mastery of this glorious game does one hope to grow in power enough to claim a piece of this world for themselves to rule and defend from the other depraved souls seeking control and dominance."
“That’s a fun game! I used to have some power. Then I was killed. Who killed me, I do not know…”
"Oh? So you chose that fatal flaw for more power then? Not a bad choice, usually best not to worry about the past lives...unless you are bound by words of promise in some manner. But you will find out in time if you are."
“Oh, I still remember my past lives. I can’t remember who killed me. What flaws have you, if you’re comfortable with sharing some?”
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The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
"Oh you would be quite surprised how many wretched souls exist in the place, though I'm sure many are hiding away until their power is enough to challenge others for dominion of this space. Not sure why they act so fearful though, true death is quite a hard thing to accomplish in this horrid place." she says with a cackle as she lands heavily yet gracefully on the ground near the being, her gargantuan form looking down at him. "What pray tell, do you hope to accomplish with this strange display of power, other then attract attention that is?"
"This is no display of power. I am merely trying to make this place better for all of us. By punching a hole to the surface."He glares at the sky. "Maybe make those celestial s pay for what they did to us. I did not mean to attract attention, though that may have been because I didn't know of any other Beings."
"Well then consider this your Auntie Coronet's friendly warning that there are many entities here itching for blood and carnage, so try and be a bit discreet. As for escaping, greater beings then you have tried...all have failed so far. It's focus on progressing in the game and amassing power before worrying about such an endeavor." She says warmly, but with a hint of an amused purr to her voice.
"Bah. Why should other beings try to stop me? And even if they should try, what's stopping me from killing them? I'm no weakling, after all."
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
The Effigy does follow, its many legs making resonating tapping sounds on the ground below in uneven rhythms. It curiously looks around at its surroundings as it follows him. Soon after it leaves, the cocoon fully decays into nothing but rot and blood.
The Conferencier leads the effigy through the twisted, distorted wilderness of Profanus to a small building, recently built, three stories high and leaning dangerously to one side- constructed out of wood, stone, and other materials that suspiciously resemble flesh. It’s a tavern and Inn, it seems. He opens the giant double doors, letting them go inside first.
the inside is illuminated by candles burning greens and pinks, giving the entire space an eerie, disconnected feeling. It seems almost completely separate from outside, Profanus. There’s a bar, a stage, and many, many tables and seats. It’s loosely populated by other unholy beings, mostly the more humanoid ones.
The nameless construct walks inside, looking around the space with an almost childlike wonder. Some of the other unholy beings that notice this new arrival seem surprised- an Effigy has never succeeded at becoming a true Unholy Being before, and it's believed to be impossible- but don't comment on this. "...What is this place?..." It mutters, mostly to itself.
“ein Ort ohne Probleme! the Curseater Cabaret… drink, laugh, party! Care not for what happens outside… inside, life is beautiful!” He jumps onto the stage, doing a cartwheel and then bowing to the crowd, who all cheer.
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world.Say," his eyes gleam,"Would you be interested in an alliance?"
"...That depends... what would an alliance entail?..." Its head tilts slightly to the side- a movement accompanied by the sound of snapping bone.
"Oh, not much. Really just like a mutual agreement. If I get attacked, you help, and if you get attacked, I help. This way, we can protect each other, but don't have to submit to one or the other."
<He's not going to ask for you to swear fealty, if that's what you want to know.>
It is silent for a while, before it internally decides on something. "...That sounds like a wonderful arrangement..." It answers- it has no face to convey emotion, and yet it seems... happy?
"Wonderful! Now, I know that I don't break promises. What of you?"
*I believe that I shall make more characters rather quickly- at least one more soon. This is because the Conferencier, despite being creepy in very many ways, is a Pacifist, and I crave violence*
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“Well, forget your trouble of forgetfulness! We have no troubles here! Follow me, my dear!” He begins to waltz off in a seemingly random direction away from his summoning circle- towards his lair.
"Oh, but I would be delighted in gaining a friend so soon after my reformation." she says with delight as she circles Kal. "As for the game, why of course I mean the game of conquest and carnage, the multi-layered chess match that we all find ourselves a part of here in the dread plane of Tenebris Sine Fine. For only through mastery of this glorious game does one hope to grow in power enough to claim a piece of this world for themselves to rule and defend from the other depraved souls seeking control and dominance."
"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
It is silent for a long while, thinking. "...I don't know... I am... an Effigy, I think..."
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)
"This is no display of power. I am merely trying to make this place better for all of us. By punching a hole to the surface." He glares at the sky. "Maybe make those celestial s pay for what they did to us. I did not mean to attract attention, though that may have been because I didn't know of any other Beings."
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)
“That’s a fun game! I used to have some power. Then I was killed. Who killed me, I do not know…”
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!
The Effigy does follow, its many legs making resonating tapping sounds on the ground below in uneven rhythms. It curiously looks around at its surroundings as it follows him. Soon after it leaves, the cocoon fully decays into nothing but rot and blood.
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)
"Effigy. Good name. Fitting. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your place in the world. Say," his eyes gleam, "Would you be interested in an alliance?"
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)
The Conferencier leads the effigy through the twisted, distorted wilderness of Profanus to a small building, recently built, three stories high and leaning dangerously to one side- constructed out of wood, stone, and other materials that suspiciously resemble flesh. It’s a tavern and Inn, it seems. He opens the giant double doors, letting them go inside first.
the inside is illuminated by candles burning greens and pinks, giving the entire space an eerie, disconnected feeling. It seems almost completely separate from outside, Profanus. There’s a bar, a stage, and many, many tables and seats. It’s loosely populated by other unholy beings, mostly the more humanoid ones.
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!
"...That depends... what would an alliance entail?..." Its head tilts slightly to the side- a movement accompanied by the sound of snapping bone.
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)
"Well then consider this your Auntie Coronet's friendly warning that there are many entities here itching for blood and carnage, so try and be a bit discreet. As for escaping, greater beings then you have tried...all have failed so far. It's focus on progressing in the game and amassing power before worrying about such an endeavor." She says warmly, but with a hint of an amused purr to her voice.
"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 nameless construct walks inside, looking around the space with an almost childlike wonder. Some of the other unholy beings that notice this new arrival seem surprised- an Effigy has never succeeded at becoming a true Unholy Being before, and it's believed to be impossible- but don't comment on this. "...What is this place?..." It mutters, mostly to itself.
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)
"Oh, not much. Really just like a mutual agreement. If I get attacked, you help, and if you get attacked, I help. This way, we can protect each other, but don't have to submit to one or the other."
<He's not going to ask for you to swear fealty, if that's what you want to know.>
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)
"Oh? So you chose that fatal flaw for more power then? Not a bad choice, usually best not to worry about the past lives...unless you are bound by words of promise in some manner. But you will find out in time if you are."
"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
It is silent for a while, before it internally decides on something. "...That sounds like a wonderful arrangement..." It answers- it has no face to convey emotion, and yet it seems... happy?
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)
“Oh, I still remember my past lives. I can’t remember who killed me. What flaws have you, if you’re comfortable with sharing some?”
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!
"Bah. Why should other beings try to stop me? And even if they should try, what's stopping me from killing them? I'm no weakling, after all."
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)
“ein Ort ohne Probleme! the Curseater Cabaret… drink, laugh, party! Care not for what happens outside… inside, life is beautiful!” He jumps onto the stage, doing a cartwheel and then bowing to the crowd, who all cheer.
"Wonderful! Now, I know that I don't break promises. What of you?"
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 believe that I shall make more characters rather quickly- at least one more soon. This is because the Conferencier, despite being creepy in very many ways, is a Pacifist, and I crave violence*