"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..."
"It is a path of vengeance you walk, my friend. Many do, and I am glad you do not let it blind you like others have. If what you describe is true, then this man has become a threat to others beyond." He spreads his wings, which are seemingly larger now, the patterns between the eyes repeating upon and upon themselves. "I believe you to be an angered god, but I do think all can, and possibly will be, benevolent. My time to be one has not begun. Where is this hunter?"
"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..."
"It is a path of vengeance you walk, my friend. Many do, and I am glad you do not let it blind you like others have. If what you describe is true, then this man has become a threat to others beyond." He spreads his wings, which are seemingly larger now, the patterns between the eyes repeating upon and upon themselves. "I believe you to be an angered god, but I do think all can, and possibly will be, benevolent. My time to be one has not begun. Where is this hunter?"
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
"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..."
"It is a path of vengeance you walk, my friend. Many do, and I am glad you do not let it blind you like others have. If what you describe is true, then this man has become a threat to others beyond." He spreads his wings, which are seemingly larger now, the patterns between the eyes repeating upon and upon themselves. "I believe you to be an angered god, but I do think all can, and possibly will be, benevolent. My time to be one has not begun. Where is this hunter?"
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
"I too hope his horse survives. I am Danadas, by the way." With that he takes off, his wings catching the wind. He searches for the Hunter, both to bring solace to an ally, but also to prevent a future he has seen.
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
"I too hope his horse survives. I am Danadas, by the way." With that he takes off, his wings catching the wind. He searches for the Hunter, both to bring solace to an ally, but also to prevent a future he has seen.
The wind flows under his wings, keeping him in the sky even without flapping. The hunter comes into view. A tired-looking middle-aged man equipped with similar advanced weapons to the farmhands, possibly the original models. He's striking his horse with fury and terror, desperate to get to his location as fast as possible. His life's work is at stake.
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
"I too hope his horse survives. I am Danadas, by the way." With that he takes off, his wings catching the wind. He searches for the Hunter, both to bring solace to an ally, but also to prevent a future he has seen.
The wind flows under his wings, keeping him in the sky even without flapping. The hunter comes into view. A tired-looking middle-aged man equipped with similar advanced weapons to the farmhands, possibly the original models. He's striking his horse with fury and terror, desperate to get to his location as fast as possible. His life's work is at stake.
Danadas flies over him, letting his shadow envelop the Hunter. Before they may respond, the Winged Seer's eyes all blink. The ground touched by shadow, and beyond, sprout decayed and burned flora, the height of a house. They pierce the man's and, sadly, horses flesh, sending shivers of pain and memories through them. As fast as they come, they disappear as Danadas lands before them. "This is but part of the pain you will cause. There are no futures in which you live that this is not the end."
damage 30 Con Save 15 [I think, I can't find where to calculate god save DC]
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
"I too hope his horse survives. I am Danadas, by the way." With that he takes off, his wings catching the wind. He searches for the Hunter, both to bring solace to an ally, but also to prevent a future he has seen.
The wind flows under his wings, keeping him in the sky even without flapping. The hunter comes into view. A tired-looking middle-aged man equipped with similar advanced weapons to the farmhands, possibly the original models. He's striking his horse with fury and terror, desperate to get to his location as fast as possible. His life's work is at stake.
Danadas flies over him, letting his shadow envelop the Hunter. Before they may respond, the Winged Seer's eyes all blink. The ground touched by shadow, and beyond, sprout decayed and burned flora, the height of a house. They pierce the man's and, sadly, horses flesh, sending shivers of pain and memories through them. As fast as they come, they disappear as Danadas lands before them. "This is but part of the pain you will cause. There are no futures in which you live that this is not the end."
damage 30 Con Save 15 [I think, I can't find where to calculate god save DC]
Danadas flies over him, letting his shadow envelop the Hunter. Before they may respond, the Winged Seer's eyes all blink. The ground touched by shadow, and beyond, sprout decayed and burned flora, the height of a house. They pierce the man's and, sadly, horses flesh, sending shivers of pain and memories through them. As fast as they come, they disappear as Danadas lands before them. "This is but part of the pain you will cause. There are no futures in which you live that this is not the end."
damage 30 Con Save 15 [I think, I can't find where to calculate god save DC]
necrotic
CON: 8
He falls to the ground, wounded and shaking. Blood pours from where he was pierced. He looks up, his remaining eye wide. "Good gods... You don't understand..."
Danadas flies over him, letting his shadow envelop the Hunter. Before they may respond, the Winged Seer's eyes all blink. The ground touched by shadow, and beyond, sprout decayed and burned flora, the height of a house. They pierce the man's and, sadly, horses flesh, sending shivers of pain and memories through them. As fast as they come, they disappear as Danadas lands before them. "This is but part of the pain you will cause. There are no futures in which you live that this is not the end."
damage 30 Con Save 15 [I think, I can't find where to calculate god save DC]
necrotic
CON: 8
He falls to the ground, wounded and shaking. Blood pours from where he was pierced. He looks up, his remaining eye wide. "Good gods... You don't understand..."
The being ignores him at first, moving over to attend to the horse. He reaches a hand to the muzzle, a wisp of magic going through the panting nostrils. The horse's wounds begin to close, replaced with vines and pedals. [enhance mortal, heal 10 hp per round unless it takes poison damage]. Danadas turns to the Hunter. "As of now, us deities are not good. We have yet to make actions that make us benevolent. Whoever you beg with that statement does not exist."
He falls to the ground, wounded and shaking. Blood pours from where he was pierced. He looks up, his remaining eye wide. "Good gods... You don't understand..."
The being ignores him at first, moving over to attend to the horse. He reaches a hand to the muzzle, a wisp of magic going through the panting nostrils. The horse's wounds begin to close, replaced with vines and pedals. [enhance mortal, heal 10 hp per round unless it takes poison damage]. Danadas turns to the Hunter. "As of now, us deities are not good. We have yet to make actions that make us benevolent. Whoever you beg with that statement does not exist."
A veritable tornado has begun to swirl around the creatures, filled with dust and distant, child-like laughter.
The gore pooling on the ground begins to shift, forming into slithering blades. "It's a monster... please... not that...thing..." The serpents stab into his torso, rapidly filling his body with blood once more even as he expires. The body, impossibly, begins to stand. Its bones break and limbs twist at inhumane angles. His eyes are empty holes, and his mouth is opened far too wide. He stands there, still as a statue as the wind dies down. A pair of white lights, almost imperceptibly small, mere dim pinpricks like the ends of burning threads, stare out from the cadaver's cavernous throat.
"Thank you... Danadas... comrade... brother..." The possessed corpse begins to reconstruct itself, experimentally attempting to put its bones and organs back into place.
He falls to the ground, wounded and shaking. Blood pours from where he was pierced. He looks up, his remaining eye wide. "Good gods... You don't understand..."
The being ignores him at first, moving over to attend to the horse. He reaches a hand to the muzzle, a wisp of magic going through the panting nostrils. The horse's wounds begin to close, replaced with vines and pedals. [enhance mortal, heal 10 hp per round unless it takes poison damage]. Danadas turns to the Hunter. "As of now, us deities are not good. We have yet to make actions that make us benevolent. Whoever you beg with that statement does not exist."
A veritable tornado has begun to swirl around the creatures, filled with dust and distant, child-like laughter.
The gore pooling on the ground begins to shift, forming into slithering blades. "It's a monster... please... not that...thing..." The serpents stab into his torso, rapidly filling his body with blood once more even as he expires. The body, impossibly, begins to stand. Its bones break and limbs twist at inhumane angles. His eyes are empty holes, and his mouth is opened far too wide. He stands there, still as a statue as the wind dies down. A pair of white lights, almost imperceptibly small, mere dim pinpricks like the ends of burning threads, stare out from the cadaver's cavernous throat.
"Thank you... Danadas... comrade... brother..." The possessed corpse begins to reconstruct itself, experimentally attempting to put its bones and organs back into place.
He appears unfazed by the sudden gore, as if he's seen it before. "It isn't my pleasure to end a life, but it was required for you and I. Hopefully further violence can be avoided in the future. For both of us." Danadas turns to the horse petting its mane, checking its florid scars. "I never caught your name, comrade. While I may know it already, I wish to learn from you, not my visions. Paradoxical if so."
A veritable tornado has begun to swirl around the creatures, filled with dust and distant, child-like laughter.
The gore pooling on the ground begins to shift, forming into slithering blades. "It's a monster... please... not that...thing..." The serpents stab into his torso, rapidly filling his body with blood once more even as he expires. The body, impossibly, begins to stand. Its bones break and limbs twist at inhumane angles. His eyes are empty holes, and his mouth is opened far too wide. He stands there, still as a statue as the wind dies down. A pair of white lights, almost imperceptibly small, mere dim pinpricks like the ends of burning threads, stare out from the cadaver's cavernous throat.
"Thank you... Danadas... comrade... brother..." The possessed corpse begins to reconstruct itself, experimentally attempting to put its bones and organs back into place.
He appears unfazed by the sudden gore, as if he's seen it before. "It isn't my pleasure to end a life, but it was required for you and I. Hopefully further violence can be avoided in the future. For both of us." Danadas turns to the horse petting its mane, checking its florid scars. "I never caught your name, comrade. While I may know it already, I wish to learn from you, not my visions. Paradoxical if so."
"My name..." They reach into the hunter's pocket and produce a tiny piece of metal. "In case I cannot be..." The being mutters, reading through it. "Ettore Childs." Ettore drops the tab. "I am not a destroyer, Danadas." They remove their pale buckskin cloak and place it over the horse, causing it to merge into the animal's skin. The beast regrows white fur over the scars, and its body repairs any broken bones. "But as you must know by now... I am no healer." The horse's muscles grow stronger and shift in shape as a spiraling horn grows from its forehead. The animal looks more confused than anything.
A veritable tornado has begun to swirl around the creatures, filled with dust and distant, child-like laughter.
The gore pooling on the ground begins to shift, forming into slithering blades. "It's a monster... please... not that...thing..." The serpents stab into his torso, rapidly filling his body with blood once more even as he expires. The body, impossibly, begins to stand. Its bones break and limbs twist at inhumane angles. His eyes are empty holes, and his mouth is opened far too wide. He stands there, still as a statue as the wind dies down. A pair of white lights, almost imperceptibly small, mere dim pinpricks like the ends of burning threads, stare out from the cadaver's cavernous throat.
"Thank you... Danadas... comrade... brother..." The possessed corpse begins to reconstruct itself, experimentally attempting to put its bones and organs back into place.
He appears unfazed by the sudden gore, as if he's seen it before. "It isn't my pleasure to end a life, but it was required for you and I. Hopefully further violence can be avoided in the future. For both of us." Danadas turns to the horse petting its mane, checking its florid scars. "I never caught your name, comrade. While I may know it already, I wish to learn from you, not my visions. Paradoxical if so."
"My name..." They reach into the hunter's pocket and produce a tiny piece of metal. "In case I cannot be..." The being mutters, reading through it. "Ettore Childs." Ettore drops the tab. "I am not a destroyer, Danadas." They remove their pale buckskin cloak and place it over the horse, causing it to merge into the animal's skin. The beast regrows white fur over the scars, and its body repairs any broken bones. "But as you must know by now... I am no healer." The horse's muscles grow stronger and shift in shape as a spiraling horn grows from its forehead. The animal looks more confused than anything.
Danadas places a hand upon their shoulder. "We all have our roles to play, Ettore. If we all played healers, we would have nothing to fix. If we all played destroyers, we would have nothing to end. If we all were the same, no progress or stories can ever be made. We stagnate without opposing, neutral, and linked forces. I am simply happy to call you a friend. That is all we ever need in this endless life." He puts his head to the horse's snout, attempting to comfort them.
"My name..." They reach into the hunter's pocket and produce a tiny piece of metal. "In case I cannot be..." The being mutters, reading through it. "Ettore Childs." Ettore drops the tab. "I am not a destroyer, Danadas." They remove their pale buckskin cloak and place it over the horse, causing it to merge into the animal's skin. The beast regrows white fur over the scars, and its body repairs any broken bones. "But as you must know by now... I am no healer." The horse's muscles grow stronger and shift in shape as a spiraling horn grows from its forehead. The animal looks more confused than anything.
Danadas places a hand upon their shoulder. "We all have our roles to play, Ettore. If we all played healers, we would have nothing to fix. If we all played destroyers, we would have nothing to end. If we all were the same, no progress or stories can ever be made. We stagnate without opposing, neutral, and linked forces. I am simply happy to call you a friend. That is all we ever need in this endless life." He puts his head to the horse's snout, attempting to comfort them.
The unicorn nuzzles the butterfly. Ettore bows their head. "You are very kind, friend." The spirit, now looking nearly human, pets the unicorn's mane. "What... are you?"
"My name..." They reach into the hunter's pocket and produce a tiny piece of metal. "In case I cannot be..." The being mutters, reading through it. "Ettore Childs." Ettore drops the tab. "I am not a destroyer, Danadas." They remove their pale buckskin cloak and place it over the horse, causing it to merge into the animal's skin. The beast regrows white fur over the scars, and its body repairs any broken bones. "But as you must know by now... I am no healer." The horse's muscles grow stronger and shift in shape as a spiraling horn grows from its forehead. The animal looks more confused than anything.
Danadas places a hand upon their shoulder. "We all have our roles to play, Ettore. If we all played healers, we would have nothing to fix. If we all played destroyers, we would have nothing to end. If we all were the same, no progress or stories can ever be made. We stagnate without opposing, neutral, and linked forces. I am simply happy to call you a friend. That is all we ever need in this endless life." He puts his head to the horse's snout, attempting to comfort them.
The unicorn nuzzles the butterfly. Ettore bows their head. "You are very kind, friend." The spirit, now looking nearly human, pets the unicorn's mane. "What... are you?"
He smiles with an aura of warmth. "Time's unwilling seer. Though I suppose God of the Future is more approachable." He laughs a bit as the unicorn nuzzles him.
The unicorn nuzzles the butterfly. Ettore bows their head. "You are very kind, friend." The spirit, now looking nearly human, pets the unicorn's mane. "What... are you?"
He smiles with an aura of warmth. "Time's unwilling seer. Though I suppose God of the Future is more approachable." He laughs a bit as the unicorn nuzzles him.
"I see. Do you know what I am?" Ettore tilts their head.
The unicorn nuzzles the butterfly. Ettore bows their head. "You are very kind, friend." The spirit, now looking nearly human, pets the unicorn's mane. "What... are you?"
He smiles with an aura of warmth. "Time's unwilling seer. Though I suppose God of the Future is more approachable." He laughs a bit as the unicorn nuzzles him.
"I see. Do you know what I am?" Ettore tilts their head.
Hello! Call me Tana or Tantan My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual I'm nonbinary, but I use she/her pronouns because I don't like they/them :[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
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"It is a path of vengeance you walk, my friend. Many do, and I am glad you do not let it blind you like others have. If what you describe is true, then this man has become a threat to others beyond." He spreads his wings, which are seemingly larger now, the patterns between the eyes repeating upon and upon themselves. "I believe you to be an angered god, but I do think all can, and possibly will be, benevolent. My time to be one has not begun. Where is this hunter?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"3.84 miles out. He's rushing, though. I hope his horse doesn't die." The entity sighs. "I don't feel right on this, but at once I know this needs to be done. My father had many beautiful creations... and this man... he skewered them. Spilled their guts and dragged them into mass graves. We don't understand each other. He's rather... beyond me. At this moment, I am about 28 years old- although I only know the year. I've never learned to tell the exact time from the sun, no matter how many times... hah..." Gusts of wind fly in random directions as the thing shakes itself off like a massive dog. "I need the hunter's hands, if you would be so kind to leave them intact for me. They're very detailed devices, and I haven't made so much as a hoof in decades."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I too hope his horse survives. I am Danadas, by the way." With that he takes off, his wings catching the wind. He searches for the Hunter, both to bring solace to an ally, but also to prevent a future he has seen.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The wind flows under his wings, keeping him in the sky even without flapping. The hunter comes into view. A tired-looking middle-aged man equipped with similar advanced weapons to the farmhands, possibly the original models. He's striking his horse with fury and terror, desperate to get to his location as fast as possible. His life's work is at stake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Danadas flies over him, letting his shadow envelop the Hunter. Before they may respond, the Winged Seer's eyes all blink. The ground touched by shadow, and beyond, sprout decayed and burned flora, the height of a house. They pierce the man's and, sadly, horses flesh, sending shivers of pain and memories through them. As fast as they come, they disappear as Danadas lands before them. "This is but part of the pain you will cause. There are no futures in which you live that this is not the end."
damage 30 Con Save 15 [I think, I can't find where to calculate god save DC]
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
necrotic
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
CON: 8
He falls to the ground, wounded and shaking. Blood pours from where he was pierced. He looks up, his remaining eye wide. "Good gods... You don't understand..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The being ignores him at first, moving over to attend to the horse. He reaches a hand to the muzzle, a wisp of magic going through the panting nostrils. The horse's wounds begin to close, replaced with vines and pedals. [enhance mortal, heal 10 hp per round unless it takes poison damage]. Danadas turns to the Hunter. "As of now, us deities are not good. We have yet to make actions that make us benevolent. Whoever you beg with that statement does not exist."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A veritable tornado has begun to swirl around the creatures, filled with dust and distant, child-like laughter.
The gore pooling on the ground begins to shift, forming into slithering blades. "It's a monster... please... not that... thing..." The serpents stab into his torso, rapidly filling his body with blood once more even as he expires. The body, impossibly, begins to stand. Its bones break and limbs twist at inhumane angles. His eyes are empty holes, and his mouth is opened far too wide. He stands there, still as a statue as the wind dies down. A pair of white lights, almost imperceptibly small, mere dim pinpricks like the ends of burning threads, stare out from the cadaver's cavernous throat.
"Thank you... Danadas... comrade... brother..." The possessed corpse begins to reconstruct itself, experimentally attempting to put its bones and organs back into place.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He appears unfazed by the sudden gore, as if he's seen it before. "It isn't my pleasure to end a life, but it was required for you and I. Hopefully further violence can be avoided in the future. For both of us." Danadas turns to the horse petting its mane, checking its florid scars. "I never caught your name, comrade. While I may know it already, I wish to learn from you, not my visions. Paradoxical if so."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"My name..." They reach into the hunter's pocket and produce a tiny piece of metal. "In case I cannot be..." The being mutters, reading through it. "Ettore Childs." Ettore drops the tab. "I am not a destroyer, Danadas." They remove their pale buckskin cloak and place it over the horse, causing it to merge into the animal's skin. The beast regrows white fur over the scars, and its body repairs any broken bones. "But as you must know by now... I am no healer." The horse's muscles grow stronger and shift in shape as a spiraling horn grows from its forehead. The animal looks more confused than anything.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Danadas places a hand upon their shoulder. "We all have our roles to play, Ettore. If we all played healers, we would have nothing to fix. If we all played destroyers, we would have nothing to end. If we all were the same, no progress or stories can ever be made. We stagnate without opposing, neutral, and linked forces. I am simply happy to call you a friend. That is all we ever need in this endless life." He puts his head to the horse's snout, attempting to comfort them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The unicorn nuzzles the butterfly. Ettore bows their head. "You are very kind, friend." The spirit, now looking nearly human, pets the unicorn's mane. "What... are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles with an aura of warmth. "Time's unwilling seer. Though I suppose God of the Future is more approachable." He laughs a bit as the unicorn nuzzles him.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I see. Do you know what I am?" Ettore tilts their head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He turns to Ettore. "Not yet."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Rolling for creation points*
Trina: 8
Umbra: 5
Fraus: 9
[same. Danadas is category 2 now]
8
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Gato 4
Atherial 7
Hello! Call me Tana or Tantan
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
I'm nonbinary, but I use she/her pronouns because I don't like they/them
:[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