4 for corvus also he is spending 20 cp to make a forest
38*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato My pronouns are They/Them I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will Mother you if you are being stupid :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
The box is broken open. Farmhands with expensive, relatively advanced weapons prowl the Fields, looking for something.
A humanoid butterfly watches from a hill, the 'fake' eyes upon his wings blinking periodically.
He sees the dark wind. A force, rather than a creature. The farmhands don't see it, simply bracing against its lashing as they search.
On the lips of the sky, a whisper is unheard: "Your sins have been measured, counted, and filed away... but you need not fret. I am a benevolent God. I love even the ugliest creations."
It's empty, except for the half-real skeleton of some tall humanoid.
The wind picks up around Azaroth.
"Free, but not free... my body lies inside... worthless..." It's the voice of the little girl.
"Is your body the box? The skeleton? Something else? I may be able to free you fully..."
"My bones remain..." it's the voice of a young man now. "...but they cannot help me now. What is a soul with no body? I am just as trapped as I was before, but now I have no one to blame."
It's empty, except for the half-real skeleton of some tall humanoid.
The wind picks up around Azaroth.
"Free, but not free... my body lies inside... worthless..." It's the voice of the little girl.
"Is your body the box? The skeleton? Something else? I may be able to free you fully..."
"My bones remain..." it's the voice of a young man now. "...but they cannot help me now. What is a soul with no body? I am just as trapped as I was before, but now I have no one to blame."
"A soul with no body... it's unbound. Take it as your power. A soul with no body is what people tell tales of. You fear not death. Use it. Bend it. Break it. This power than you have... use it..." They crack their neck "Take this not as a curse... but a boon..."
The box is broken open. Farmhands with expensive, relatively advanced weapons prowl the Fields, looking for something.
A humanoid butterfly watches from a hill, the 'fake' eyes upon his wings blinking periodically.
He sees the dark wind. A force, rather than a creature. The farmhands don't see it, simply bracing against its lashing as they search.
On the lips of the sky, a whisper is unheard: "Your sins have been measured, counted, and filed away... but you need not fret. I am a benevolent God. I love even the ugliest creations."
A light laugh escapes them. "Rude. I do not call you cold. I'm curious, though, what sins have you filed for I, a being who has only created a circling river, and only spoken to a feline and canine?" He steps forward, the short and sparse hairs upon his legs swaying in the winds. He lets the air blow his hair back, revealing the blank spots where his eyes should be. "Is it my existence, or is it my ability to see what you may do?"
[Quick question about creation dice. Is it you roll an amount equal to your proficiency bonus or does it stay 2 the entire time? I can't find it in the rules.]
"My bones remain..." it's the voice of a young man now. "...but they cannot help me now. What is a soul with no body? I am just as trapped as I was before, but now I have no one to blame."
"A soul with no body... it's unbound. Take it as your power. A soul with no body is what people tell tales of. You fear not death. Use it. Bend it. Break it. This power than you have... use it..." They crack their neck "Take this not as a curse... but a boon..."
"I am nothing but air," a hollow sound echoes. "How will I create with no hands?"
He sees the dark wind. A force, rather than a creature. The farmhands don't see it, simply bracing against its lashing as they search.
On the lips of the sky, a whisper is unheard: "Your sins have been measured, counted, and filed away... but you need not fret. I am a benevolent God. I love even the ugliest creations."
A light laugh escapes them. "Rude. I do not call you cold. I'm curious, though, what sins have you filed for I, a being who has only created a circling river, and only spoken to a feline and canine?" He steps forward, the short and sparse hairs upon his legs swaying in the winds. He lets the air blow his hair back, revealing the blank spots where his eyes should be. "Is it my existence, or is it my ability to see what you may do?"
The field is suddenly flattened, all the plants and people pushed down for a moment, the epicenter of the downdraft sweeping through and creating a path to the butterfly before stopping. The shadow of a sunbeam stands before him. "I hadn't seen you... fuzzy thing... fuzzy thing... do you appreciate your shape?"
He sees the dark wind. A force, rather than a creature. The farmhands don't see it, simply bracing against its lashing as they search.
On the lips of the sky, a whisper is unheard: "Your sins have been measured, counted, and filed away... but you need not fret. I am a benevolent God. I love even the ugliest creations."
A light laugh escapes them. "Rude. I do not call you cold. I'm curious, though, what sins have you filed for I, a being who has only created a circling river, and only spoken to a feline and canine?" He steps forward, the short and sparse hairs upon his legs swaying in the winds. He lets the air blow his hair back, revealing the blank spots where his eyes should be. "Is it my existence, or is it my ability to see what you may do?"
The field is suddenly flattened, all the plants and people pushed down for a moment, the epicenter of the downdraft sweeping through and creating a path to the butterfly before stopping. The shadow of a sunbeam stands before him. "I hadn't seen you... fuzzy thing... fuzzy thing... do you appreciate your shape?"
Their wings fold behind him, as to not get caught in the gale. "It is the only I know, but I do find it to somewhat represent my domain, and matches the forms of those who manifested me. So, yes, I do appreciate my shape. What of you, comrade...?"
The field is suddenly flattened, all the plants and people pushed down for a moment, the epicenter of the downdraft sweeping through and creating a path to the butterfly before stopping. The shadow of a sunbeam stands before him. "I hadn't seen you... fuzzy thing... fuzzy thing... do you appreciate your shape?"
Their wings fold behind him, as to not get caught in the gale. "It is the only I know, but I do find it to somewhat represent my domain, and matches the forms of those who manifested me. So, yes, I do appreciate my shape. What of you, comrade...?"
"I perceive it as... rather stunning. I'd like to take your measurements sometime. Perhaps pay homage to it in my own designs." The wind softens and slowly moves around the creature, the suggestion of weight moving with it. The voice constantly changes, but for now has settled on the tones of an older man, perhaps in his 50s or 60s. It's rather high and tinny, with a static-like crackle to it. Slow and mechanical, metronomic. "It's funny, isn't it? I gave everything to leave that foul prison behind, only to realize that without a body, I am nothing but hot air. I lack any real senses or manipulators, but to kill someone for not knowing better... it seems a vile act."
The wind blows toward the farmhouse. "However, there is a man within that wooden box. His wife is in the garden. With the kids. He cares about them dearly. He locked me away so he'd be able to leave them a great business when he died. The Hunter he hired... the one who suggested this madness... he was called to capture me once more. Would you kindly run his cart off the road for me?"
The field is suddenly flattened, all the plants and people pushed down for a moment, the epicenter of the downdraft sweeping through and creating a path to the butterfly before stopping. The shadow of a sunbeam stands before him. "I hadn't seen you... fuzzy thing... fuzzy thing... do you appreciate your shape?"
Their wings fold behind him, as to not get caught in the gale. "It is the only I know, but I do find it to somewhat represent my domain, and matches the forms of those who manifested me. So, yes, I do appreciate my shape. What of you, comrade...?"
"I perceive it as... rather stunning. I'd like to take your measurements sometime. Perhaps pay homage to it in my own designs." The wind softens and slowly moves around the creature, the suggestion of weight moving with it. The voice constantly changes, but for now has settled on the tones of an older man, perhaps in his 50s or 60s. It's rather high and tinny, with a static-like crackle to it. Slow and mechanical, metronomic. "It's funny, isn't it? I gave everything to leave that foul prison behind, only to realize that without a body, I am nothing but hot air. I lack any real senses or manipulators, but to kill someone for not knowing better... it seems a vile act."
The wind blows toward the farmhouse. "However, there is a man within that wooden box. His wife is in the garden. With the kids. He cares about them dearly. He locked me away so he'd be able to leave them a great business when he died. The Hunter he hired... the one who suggested this madness... he was called to capture me once more. Would you kindly run his cart off the road for me?"
The eyes focus upon the farmhouse, unblinking. "Do you ask me to do so to the father who you have reason to dislike, or the hunter who suggested your imprisonment? I ask for one I see a future where I am slain, truly, in the name of vengeance, and the other a world where I simply sinned before my first followers death."
"I perceive it as... rather stunning. I'd like to take your measurements sometime. Perhaps pay homage to it in my own designs." The wind softens and slowly moves around the creature, the suggestion of weight moving with it. The voice constantly changes, but for now has settled on the tones of an older man, perhaps in his 50s or 60s. It's rather high and tinny, with a static-like crackle to it. Slow and mechanical, metronomic. "It's funny, isn't it? I gave everything to leave that foul prison behind, only to realize that without a body, I am nothing but hot air. I lack any real senses or manipulators, but to kill someone for not knowing better... it seems a vile act."
The wind blows toward the farmhouse. "However, there is a man within that wooden box. His wife is in the garden. With the kids. He cares about them dearly. He locked me away so he'd be able to leave them a great business when he died. The Hunter he hired... the one who suggested this madness... he was called to capture me once more. Would you kindly run his cart off the road for me?"
The eyes focus upon the farmhouse, unblinking. "Do you ask me to do so to the father who you have reason to dislike, or the hunter who suggested your imprisonment? I ask for one I see a future where I am slain, truly, in the name of vengeance, and the other a world where I simply sinned before my first followers death."
"The Hunter, comrade. The father was doing his duty. Have you ever despised an animal for protecting its young? The Hunter, however, will make a fine cadaver. I've seen his house. His spirit has died long ago, consumed by hatred... as his family was consumed. As his children would be consumed, if he had any. If I had hands, comrade, oh I would cull him... but I do not. And you do. It would be a kindness, beloved, fuzzy, thing."
The spirit chuckles, then whimpers. "Have I lied? Am I truly a benevolent god? Father never taught me what to do... in this situation..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Azaroth wanders over to try to peer into the box.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A humanoid butterfly watches from a hill, the 'fake' eyes upon his wings blinking periodically.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Rolling for creation points*
Trina: 5
Umbra: 5
Fraus: 3
Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*3 for reignr
4 for corvus also he is spending 20 cp to make a forest
38*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist,Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
Extended sig
Gato 5
5
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato
My pronouns are They/Them
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will Mother you if you are being stupid
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
It's empty, except for the half-real skeleton of some tall humanoid.
The wind picks up around Azaroth.
"Free, but not free... my body lies inside... worthless..." It's the voice of the little girl.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sees the dark wind. A force, rather than a creature. The farmhands don't see it, simply bracing against its lashing as they search.
On the lips of the sky, a whisper is unheard: "Your sins have been measured, counted, and filed away... but you need not fret. I am a benevolent God. I love even the ugliest creations."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Abattoir: 5
Rozpacz: 8
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Is your body the box? The skeleton? Something else? I may be able to free you fully..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"My bones remain..." it's the voice of a young man now. "...but they cannot help me now. What is a soul with no body? I am just as trapped as I was before, but now I have no one to blame."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A soul with no body... it's unbound. Take it as your power. A soul with no body is what people tell tales of. You fear not death. Use it. Bend it. Break it. This power than you have... use it..." They crack their neck "Take this not as a curse... but a boon..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A light laugh escapes them. "Rude. I do not call you cold. I'm curious, though, what sins have you filed for I, a being who has only created a circling river, and only spoken to a feline and canine?" He steps forward, the short and sparse hairs upon his legs swaying in the winds. He lets the air blow his hair back, revealing the blank spots where his eyes should be. "Is it my existence, or is it my ability to see what you may do?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
[Quick question about creation dice. Is it you roll an amount equal to your proficiency bonus or does it stay 2 the entire time? I can't find it in the rules.]
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I am nothing but air," a hollow sound echoes. "How will I create with no hands?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The field is suddenly flattened, all the plants and people pushed down for a moment, the epicenter of the downdraft sweeping through and creating a path to the butterfly before stopping. The shadow of a sunbeam stands before him. "I hadn't seen you... fuzzy thing... fuzzy thing... do you appreciate your shape?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Their wings fold behind him, as to not get caught in the gale. "It is the only I know, but I do find it to somewhat represent my domain, and matches the forms of those who manifested me. So, yes, I do appreciate my shape. What of you, comrade...?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I perceive it as... rather stunning. I'd like to take your measurements sometime. Perhaps pay homage to it in my own designs." The wind softens and slowly moves around the creature, the suggestion of weight moving with it. The voice constantly changes, but for now has settled on the tones of an older man, perhaps in his 50s or 60s. It's rather high and tinny, with a static-like crackle to it. Slow and mechanical, metronomic. "It's funny, isn't it? I gave everything to leave that foul prison behind, only to realize that without a body, I am nothing but hot air. I lack any real senses or manipulators, but to kill someone for not knowing better... it seems a vile act."
The wind blows toward the farmhouse. "However, there is a man within that wooden box. His wife is in the garden. With the kids. He cares about them dearly. He locked me away so he'd be able to leave them a great business when he died. The Hunter he hired... the one who suggested this madness... he was called to capture me once more. Would you kindly run his cart off the road for me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The eyes focus upon the farmhouse, unblinking. "Do you ask me to do so to the father who you have reason to dislike, or the hunter who suggested your imprisonment? I ask for one I see a future where I am slain, truly, in the name of vengeance, and the other a world where I simply sinned before my first followers death."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"The Hunter, comrade. The father was doing his duty. Have you ever despised an animal for protecting its young? The Hunter, however, will make a fine cadaver. I've seen his house. His spirit has died long ago, consumed by hatred... as his family was consumed. As his children would be consumed, if he had any. If I had hands, comrade, oh I would cull him... but I do not. And you do. It would be a kindness, beloved, fuzzy, thing."
The spirit chuckles, then whimpers. "Have I lied? Am I truly a benevolent god? Father never taught me what to do... in this situation..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels