In the center of the boiling Lake of Iben, a head cut from green glass peeks above the water, his laughing mouth and the very tip of his crooked nose submerged. His(for the statue, clearly masculine, is too lifelike to think of as a mere object) eyes are two perfect, beckoning spheres of black.
Within lie the 36 chambers of the vile archmage Ianculso, Igdra's son, scourge of broken Thymumbri, and thief of Tidara's iron flask.
"Oh, no, I understand. As a semi divine being, Lara has the right to enact vengeance on those who are unkind, and I understand that the inhospitality was because of other troubles on the part of the tiger. Oooh, this is nice tea."
“Divine being? Of what sort? And thank you, I’ve spent years cultivating those plants.”
"Oh, that's not for me to say... Our boss doesn't like it when we reveal our secrets!"
“Perhaps I could pay them a visit? I do have some gifts I can share.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
In the center of the boiling Lake of Iben, a head cut from green glass peeks above the water, his laughing mouth and the very tip of his crooked nose submerged. His(for the statue, clearly masculine, is too lifelike to think of as a mere object) eyes are two perfect, beckoning spheres of black.
Within lie the 36 chambers of the vile archmage Ianculso, Igdra's son, scourge of broken Thymumbri, and thief of Tidara's iron flask.
*dark souls players when the*
Ynera stands at the edge of the lake, curiously watching the statue. He makes no move to venture forward yet, checking the quality of the water as a floating feathered pen takes unseen notes in the air.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh, no, I understand. As a semi divine being, Lara has the right to enact vengeance on those who are unkind, and I understand that the inhospitality was because of other troubles on the part of the tiger. Oooh, this is nice tea."
“Divine being? Of what sort? And thank you, I’ve spent years cultivating those plants.”
"Oh, that's not for me to say... Our boss doesn't like it when we reveal our secrets!"
“Perhaps I could pay them a visit? I do have some gifts I can share.”
The tiefling clasps their hands together excitedly.
"Oh, that would be wonderful... Yes, that sounds amazing!"
They stand up, placing their cup of tea down, and they shatter into a scintillating amass of colorful light and darkness, an ancient power residing in the center of the swirling nebula of crystal shard like power.
"C o m e . . . W e m u s t t r a v e l ."
A tentacle emerges from the center of the shape, as if for you to grasp.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
In the center of the boiling Lake of Iben, a head cut from green glass peeks above the water, his laughing mouth and the very tip of his crooked nose submerged. His(for the statue, clearly masculine, is too lifelike to think of as a mere object) eyes are two perfect, beckoning spheres of black.
Within lie the 36 chambers of the vile archmage Ianculso, Igdra's son, scourge of broken Thymumbri, and thief of Tidara's iron flask.
*dark souls players when the*
Ynera stands at the edge of the lake, curiously watching the statue. He makes no move to venture forward yet, checking the quality of the water as a floating feathered pen takes unseen notes in the air.
It's a really big lake. The statue isn't visible as more than a green speck from outside the water, which is relatively clear and uncomfortably warm at the edge of the lake. Ynera also sees a pier about half a mile to the east, which might have a boat available to charter or steal.
The tiefling clasps their hands together excitedly.
"Oh, that would be wonderful... Yes, that sounds amazing!"
They stand up, placing their cup of tea down, and they shatter into a scintillating amass of colorful light and darkness, an ancient power residing in the center of the swirling nebula of crystal shard like power.
"C o m e . . . W e m u s t t r a v e l ."
A tentacle emerges from the center of the shape, as if for you to grasp.
Ynera gently sets his tea cup down, smiling. He touches a hand to the tentacle with a moment’s hesitation. “As you wish.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It's a really big lake. The statue isn't visible as more than a green speck from outside the water, which is relatively clear and uncomfortably warm at the edge of the lake. Ynera also sees a pier about half a mile to the east, which might have a boat available to charter or steal.
He makes his way over there at an even pace, enjoying the ambient sounds and sights.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*not amazing, i have a viral infection in my eye 🙁*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The tiefling clasps their hands together excitedly.
"Oh, that would be wonderful... Yes, that sounds amazing!"
They stand up, placing their cup of tea down, and they shatter into a scintillating amass of colorful light and darkness, an ancient power residing in the center of the swirling nebula of crystal shard like power.
"C o m e . . . W e m u s t t r a v e l ."
A tentacle emerges from the center of the shape, as if for you to grasp.
Ynera gently sets his tea cup down, smiling. He touches a hand to the tentacle with a moment’s hesitation. “As you wish.”
In a flash, they dematerialize, reappearing inside a long, unfurnished hallway. The being returns to it's form as a tiefling.
"Do forgive the lack of furnishings, it seems that Lara hasn't gotten around to decorating our dungeon yet..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*One in 180 billion is winnable.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*All this, and I'm just building a library.*
*Hopefully I survive long enough to have a story.*
*Also, I revamped a completely unusable homebrew warlock subclass into the same, still unusable subclass.*
*It hurts, Seymour.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
In the center of the boiling Lake of Iben, a head cut from green glass peeks above the water, his laughing mouth and the very tip of his crooked nose submerged. His(for the statue, clearly masculine, is too lifelike to think of as a mere object) eyes are two perfect, beckoning spheres of black.
Within lie the 36 chambers of the vile archmage Ianculso, Igdra's son, scourge of broken Thymumbri, and thief of Tidara's iron flask.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
“Perhaps I could pay them a visit? I do have some gifts I can share.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*dark souls players when the*
Ynera stands at the edge of the lake, curiously watching the statue. He makes no move to venture forward yet, checking the quality of the water as a floating feathered pen takes unseen notes in the air.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*hello, darlings!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The tiefling clasps their hands together excitedly.
"Oh, that would be wonderful... Yes, that sounds amazing!"
They stand up, placing their cup of tea down, and they shatter into a scintillating amass of colorful light and darkness, an ancient power residing in the center of the swirling nebula of crystal shard like power.
"C o m e . . . W e m u s t t r a v e l ."
A tentacle emerges from the center of the shape, as if for you to grasp.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*HIII!!!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*WAGHHHHHHHHH*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It's a really big lake. The statue isn't visible as more than a green speck from outside the water, which is relatively clear and uncomfortably warm at the edge of the lake. Ynera also sees a pier about half a mile to the east, which might have a boat available to charter or steal.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Morning.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*how art thou, my dear?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*What, you shrimp?!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Now, Now, that is NO WAY to treat a guest, especially one who has brought you many sweet treats*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Ynera gently sets his tea cup down, smiling. He touches a hand to the tentacle with a moment’s hesitation. “As you wish.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He makes his way over there at an even pace, enjoying the ambient sounds and sights.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*not amazing, i have a viral infection in my eye 🙁*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
In a flash, they dematerialize, reappearing inside a long, unfurnished hallway. The being returns to it's form as a tiefling.
"Do forgive the lack of furnishings, it seems that Lara hasn't gotten around to decorating our dungeon yet..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*again, I wish you a swift recovery. If you don’t, I’ll stab you. 🗡️🗡️🗡️*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Well, what is a way to treat a guest, especially one who has brought me many sweet treats?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine