at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
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at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
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at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
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at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
He watches as they look to each other, both still fully submerged, exchanging a series of clicks and bubbling growls, before they swim down, down, down, and off away to another part of the cove. The currents pick up, gently pushing him slowly out closer towards the center of the lagoon. If he looks underwater, he can barely just see a figure darting through the thick tangles of giant kelp towards him, near the bottom of the 50 ft. Deep portion of the lagoon. He can’t tell what it is, but it seems to be of around human size.
the gulls continue to circle above. Now, instead of 50 ft. Above him, it’s just 30 ft.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
He watches as they look to each other, both still fully submerged, exchanging a series of clicks and bubbling growls, before they swim down, down, down, and off away to another part of the cove. The currents pick up, gently pushing him slowly out closer towards the center of the lagoon. If he looks underwater, he can barely just see a figure darting through the thick tangles of giant kelp towards him, near the bottom of the 50 ft. Deep portion of the lagoon. He can’t tell what it is, but it seems to be of around human size.
the gulls continue to circle above. Now, instead of 50 ft. Above him, it’s just 30 ft.
He nervously swims downwards, deciding to take his chances with the figure.
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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!
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
He watches as they look to each other, both still fully submerged, exchanging a series of clicks and bubbling growls, before they swim down, down, down, and off away to another part of the cove. The currents pick up, gently pushing him slowly out closer towards the center of the lagoon. If he looks underwater, he can barely just see a figure darting through the thick tangles of giant kelp towards him, near the bottom of the 50 ft. Deep portion of the lagoon. He can’t tell what it is, but it seems to be of around human size.
the gulls continue to circle above. Now, instead of 50 ft. Above him, it’s just 30 ft.
He nervously swims downwards, deciding to take his chances with the figure.
It meets him halfway In the middle, 25 ft. From surface. She’s… grotesque.
Auntie Calliope Keelbreaker has a malicious smile full of crooked, wickedly sharp teeth. Her hair clings to itself like a tangled mat of seaweed, and instead of hairpins she uses pieces of fish bone. Her claws are leathery and sharp, three inch long nails that are dirty with silt and fish guts. Her face is twisted, with a crooked nose, bulging, black eyes, and gill slits on her neck. Her claws and feet are webbed, and her clothing consists of a mix of stolen, tarnished metallic jewels, sea creature bones, and what seems to be a flowing cloak made of the stitched together flags of wrecked ships.
she effortlessly swims around the young man, smiling wickedly. Her form almost seems fluid in the sea, like she is one and the same with it. On her back, she carries a brass trident, tinted green from all the algae growing on it. As she flexes and moves, it reveals numerous spiny fins that were previously hidden flat against her skin. They seem terribly sharp and very strong, as if they could rend wood.
”a visitor?! Oh, we don’t get visitors down here very often…” she says, her voice, sickly sweet and hauntingly melodic. She makes a tugging motion towards herself, facing him, and he feels water rush into his lungs. It… doesn’t drown him, however. It’s letting him (temporarily) breathe and speak down here.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
He watches as they look to each other, both still fully submerged, exchanging a series of clicks and bubbling growls, before they swim down, down, down, and off away to another part of the cove. The currents pick up, gently pushing him slowly out closer towards the center of the lagoon. If he looks underwater, he can barely just see a figure darting through the thick tangles of giant kelp towards him, near the bottom of the 50 ft. Deep portion of the lagoon. He can’t tell what it is, but it seems to be of around human size.
the gulls continue to circle above. Now, instead of 50 ft. Above him, it’s just 30 ft.
He nervously swims downwards, deciding to take his chances with the figure.
It meets him halfway In the middle, 25 ft. From surface. She’s… grotesque.
Auntie Calliope Keelbreaker has a malicious smile full of crooked, wickedly sharp teeth. Her hair clings to itself like a tangled mat of seaweed, and instead of hairpins she uses pieces of fish bone. Her claws are leathery and sharp, three inch long nails that are dirty with silt and fish guts. Her face is twisted, with a crooked nose, bulging, black eyes, and gill slits on her neck. Her claws and feet are webbed, and her clothing consists of a mix of stolen, tarnished metallic jewels, sea creature bones, and what seems to be a flowing cloak made of the stitched together flags of wrecked ships.
she effortlessly swims around the young man, smiling wickedly. Her form almost seems fluid in the sea, like she is one and the same with it. On her back, she carries a brass trident, tinted green from all the algae growing on it. As she flexes and moves, it reveals numerous spiny fins that were previously hidden flat against her skin. They seem terribly sharp and very strong, as if they could rend wood.
”a visitor?! Oh, we don’t get visitors down here very often…” she says, her voice, sickly sweet and hauntingly melodic. She makes a tugging motion towards herself, facing him, and he feels water rush into his lungs. It… doesn’t drown him, however. It’s letting him (temporarily) breathe and speak down here.
“W-what are you?” He asks.
*As always, your description is beautiful.*
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”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
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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!
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
”Well, not now, silly! Only after. Maybe… so! What brings you to my demesne?”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
Throughout the forest, the shadows begin to shift and move, whispering with news about this fortress, eventually reaching the ears of those who reside in the House... A lone woman upon the balcony of the House grins.
"So we have competition... Hmm. Good. That is very good... Galvon. Send the owls. It's time to greet our new neighbors..."
One of Auntie Calliope’s eight flocks of gulls is flying through the land, far away from their home at Keelbreaker Cove, scouting out the land. They soar nearly 2,000 ft. High, watching the going-ons below them, gathering information for their master in the sea.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
”Well, not now, silly! Only after. Maybe… so! What brings you to my demesne?”
“I… travels.”
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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!
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
”Well, not now, silly! Only after. Maybe… so! What brings you to my demesne?”
“I… travels.”
”travels? Ooh, where from? Where to? Are you looking for something?” Her expression goes blank.
”if you’re looking for something, I could help...”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
”Well, not now, silly! Only after. Maybe… so! What brings you to my demesne?”
“I… travels.”
”travels? Ooh, where from? Where to? Are you looking for something?” Her expression goes blank.
”if you’re looking for something, I could help...”
“Nothing. There is nothing I am looking for. I-I should be going.” He says nothing awfully quickly, as if there is something he is hiding.
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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!
*cut with Banan*
at first, it’s fairly shallow, only a foot deep near the shores, but about 10 ft. Into the cove, there is a sharp and sudden drop in depth, to the point that he cannot touch the bottom. (At this point it’s about 30 ft deep now, but he’d pause on the edge for now.) the water, even at this depth, is thick with small but dense growths of seaweed, which, strangely, seem to weakly wrap around his feet as if they were alive. Not strong enough to restrain him, just an odd thing he noticed.
three distinct swarms of the gulls descend downwards from the sky to about 40 ft. In the air, circling above him. He feels a sudden rush of water around him, the currents changing slightly. He feels something watching him. From the sea.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He looks out towards the sea, and starts climbing along the rocks, taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his ordinary brown pants. His clothes and cape are wet, but he continues on.
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!
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He climbs along the wet and slippery rocks, which are encrusted with bivalves and barnacles on the lower portions of the rocks. Another one of the flocks of gulls lands nearby, on the other rock jutting out of the waves.
There is the sound of rushing water, and suddenly, he sees a wave form- coming from shore towards him out into the deeper water, heading right toward him. Fifteen feet high, churning as if alive or animated. It crashes into the rock and into him. Make a dexterity saving throw. On a success, he manages to cling onto the rock. On a failure, he is thrown off of it and pushed 15 ft. Farther into the sea. Sea that he does not know the depth of…
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
9 He nervously struggles against the waves.
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!
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He is swept 15 ft. Away from shore, now 45 ft. Away from shore. Knocked underwater, he can briefly see that the seafloor drops once again- it is now at least 50 ft. Deep. And swimming around him are two dark figures, hard to see in the slightly murky water. Humanoid upper halves, with the lower half of an eel-like fish-… Merrow. Two Merrow, both wielding tridents. They circle him from 20 ft. Away, likely waiting for him to make a move. As he surfaces, above, he sees that those four swarms of gulls are now merged into one enormous swarm, circling overhead about 50 ft.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He raises both of his hands. “I come in peace.”
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!
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He watches as they look to each other, both still fully submerged, exchanging a series of clicks and bubbling growls, before they swim down, down, down, and off away to another part of the cove. The currents pick up, gently pushing him slowly out closer towards the center of the lagoon. If he looks underwater, he can barely just see a figure darting through the thick tangles of giant kelp towards him, near the bottom of the 50 ft. Deep portion of the lagoon. He can’t tell what it is, but it seems to be of around human size.
the gulls continue to circle above. Now, instead of 50 ft. Above him, it’s just 30 ft.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He nervously swims downwards, deciding to take his chances with the figure.
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!
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It meets him halfway In the middle, 25 ft. From surface. She’s… grotesque.
Auntie Calliope Keelbreaker has a malicious smile full of crooked, wickedly sharp teeth. Her hair clings to itself like a tangled mat of seaweed, and instead of hairpins she uses pieces of fish bone. Her claws are leathery and sharp, three inch long nails that are dirty with silt and fish guts. Her face is twisted, with a crooked nose, bulging, black eyes, and gill slits on her neck. Her claws and feet are webbed, and her clothing consists of a mix of stolen, tarnished metallic jewels, sea creature bones, and what seems to be a flowing cloak made of the stitched together flags of wrecked ships.
she effortlessly swims around the young man, smiling wickedly. Her form almost seems fluid in the sea, like she is one and the same with it. On her back, she carries a brass trident, tinted green from all the algae growing on it. As she flexes and moves, it reveals numerous spiny fins that were previously hidden flat against her skin. They seem terribly sharp and very strong, as if they could rend wood.
”a visitor?! Oh, we don’t get visitors down here very often…” she says, her voice, sickly sweet and hauntingly melodic. She makes a tugging motion towards herself, facing him, and he feels water rush into his lungs. It… doesn’t drown him, however. It’s letting him (temporarily) breathe and speak down here.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“W-what are you?” He asks.
*As always, your description is beautiful.*
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!
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*cut with Banan*
”oh, but what are you?” She asks, swimming behind him. “No gills…” she traces a claw on his neck. “I’d think you have no swim bladder, but I’d have to open you up and dissect you to figure out for sure… and I’d bet if you swam much deeper, you could pop!” She swims back around to face him. “Let’s start with niceties. I am Auntie Calliope. What might your name be, darlin’?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I-I’m Ethan. Dissect me?”
*gtg*
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!
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”Well, not now, silly! Only after. Maybe… so! What brings you to my demesne?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hello hello!*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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Throughout the forest, the shadows begin to shift and move, whispering with news about this fortress, eventually reaching the ears of those who reside in the House... A lone woman upon the balcony of the House grins.
"So we have competition... Hmm. Good. That is very good... Galvon. Send the owls. It's time to greet our new neighbors..."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
One of Auntie Calliope’s eight flocks of gulls is flying through the land, far away from their home at Keelbreaker Cove, scouting out the land. They soar nearly 2,000 ft. High, watching the going-ons below them, gathering information for their master in the sea.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I… travels.”
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!
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”travels? Ooh, where from? Where to? Are you looking for something?” Her expression goes blank.
”if you’re looking for something, I could help...”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Nothing. There is nothing I am looking for. I-I should be going.” He says nothing awfully quickly, as if there is something he is hiding.
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!
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