Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
The crawfish-like Deity of Desperation is crouched atop the madness-inducing stone effigy its followers planted in the muck. It looks out at the silver-skinned creatures as they frolic in the slime, eating bizarre insects and cultivating the plants.
*Oh, Banan, you can interact with this too!*
*Okay!*
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
*Bríz is gonna use 13 CP to create pegasi for their people to ride. Halved due to lifebearer. Sentient, large, mortal. Idk why pegasi are mortal but… let’s just say these ones are just winged horses.*
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
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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.
The crawfish-like Deity of Desperation is crouched atop the madness-inducing stone effigy its followers planted in the muck. It looks out at the silver-skinned creatures as they frolic in the slime, eating bizarre insects and cultivating the plants.
Malaer approaches, looking upon the creatures. “Hello there. I assume you’re a higher being, like me?” As he finishes his sentence, he breaks out into a fit of coughing.
"Our definitions of 'higher being' must be different." It grumbles. "But it seems that we are of similar divinity."
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
The crawfish-like Deity of Desperation is crouched atop the madness-inducing stone effigy its followers planted in the muck. It looks out at the silver-skinned creatures as they frolic in the slime, eating bizarre insects and cultivating the plants.
*Oh, Banan, you can interact with this too!*
*Okay!*
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
The small creature leans forward from its gargoyle-like perch. "This place is not safe for your people." It gurgles. The morlocks look out at Malren's people, some of them picking up rocks or handfuls of mud.
The crawfish-like Deity of Desperation is crouched atop the madness-inducing stone effigy its followers planted in the muck. It looks out at the silver-skinned creatures as they frolic in the slime, eating bizarre insects and cultivating the plants.
*Oh, Banan, you can interact with this too!*
*Okay!*
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
The small creature leans forward from its gargoyle-like perch. "This place is not safe for your people." It gurgles. The morlocks look out at Malren's people, some of them picking up rocks or handfuls of mud.
“I… I guessed. We are migrating.” Malren says. “And I assume it is safe for yours?”
The crawfish-like Deity of Desperation is crouched atop the madness-inducing stone effigy its followers planted in the muck. It looks out at the silver-skinned creatures as they frolic in the slime, eating bizarre insects and cultivating the plants.
Malaer approaches, looking upon the creatures. “Hello there. I assume you’re a higher being, like me?” As he finishes his sentence, he breaks out into a fit of coughing.
"Our definitions of 'higher being' must be different." It grumbles. "But it seems that we are of similar divinity."
“You seem more powerful as me. Then again, that isn’t much of a feat.” Malaer laughs wheezily. *sry had to go do something*
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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.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
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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.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
The small creature leans forward from its gargoyle-like perch. "This place is not safe for your people." It gurgles. The morlocks look out at Malren's people, some of them picking up rocks or handfuls of mud.
“I… I guessed. We are migrating.” Malren says. “And I assume it is safe for yours?”
"Barely." It murmurs. "We slave here. Suffering is a constant, but we grow stronger every day. They only survive by working, praying, and communing together. The work is never finished for any of us. We are cursed."
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
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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.
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
The small creature leans forward from its gargoyle-like perch. "This place is not safe for your people." It gurgles. The morlocks look out at Malren's people, some of them picking up rocks or handfuls of mud.
“I… I guessed. We are migrating.” Malren says. “And I assume it is safe for yours?”
"Barely." It murmurs. "We slave here. Suffering is a constant, but we grow stronger every day. They only survive by working, praying, and communing together. The work is never finished for any of us. We are cursed."
“Is there any way we can break this curse? I would love to help you.” They say kindly. To one who has heard much false kindness, this is clearly that.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
"Our definitions of 'higher being' must be different." It grumbles. "But it seems that we are of similar divinity."
“You seem more powerful as me. Then again, that isn’t much of a feat.” Malaer laughs wheezily. *sry had to go do something*
"To claim that I am 'higher' than my creations would be foolhardy. I am an authority figure, and I am powerful, but their work is as arduous and vital as my own." It climbs down from its perch, its rusted armor scraping loudly. "Our hunger is endless."
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
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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.
"Barely." It murmurs. "We slave here. Suffering is a constant, but we grow stronger every day. They only survive by working, praying, and communing together. The work is never finished for any of us. We are cursed."
“Is there any way we can break this curse? I would love to help you.” They say kindly. To one who has heard much false kindness, this is clearly that.
The armored monstrosity's mouthparts click, as though it were grinding its teeth with rage. "Speak so lightly of our suffering again, and that question will be on your tongue until your people die out."
"Our definitions of 'higher being' must be different." It grumbles. "But it seems that we are of similar divinity."
“You seem more powerful as me. Then again, that isn’t much of a feat.” Malaer laughs wheezily. *sry had to go do something*
"To claim that I am 'higher' than my creations would be foolhardy. I am an authority figure, and I am powerful, but their work is as arduous and vital as my own." It climbs down from its perch, its rusted armor scraping loudly. "Our hunger is endless."
“Surely your powers can feed your creations? If not, is there any way I can help? I do not have the strength in me to protect my own people, but to protect another’s would likely be within my power.”
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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.
"Barely." It murmurs. "We slave here. Suffering is a constant, but we grow stronger every day. They only survive by working, praying, and communing together. The work is never finished for any of us. We are cursed."
“Is there any way we can break this curse? I would love to help you.” They say kindly. To one who has heard much false kindness, this is clearly that.
The armored monstrosity's mouthparts click, as though it were grinding its teeth with rage. "Speak so lightly of our suffering again, and that question will be on your tongue until your people die out."
“Excuse me?” They ask, startled. “I… I was just trying to help…”
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Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
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Been bananering since 2023
*Okay!*
Malren and their people stumble across the deity. They seem to be on the move, carrying wooden tools and bags full of seeds, fruit, and Katta meat.
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Been bananering since 2023
*Bríz is gonna use 13 CP to create pegasi for their people to ride. Halved due to lifebearer. Sentient, large, mortal. Idk why pegasi are mortal but… let’s just say these ones are just winged horses.*
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Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
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.
"Our definitions of 'higher being' must be different." It grumbles. "But it seems that we are of similar divinity."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
25 followers.
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Been bananering since 2023
The small creature leans forward from its gargoyle-like perch. "This place is not safe for your people." It gurgles. The morlocks look out at Malren's people, some of them picking up rocks or handfuls of mud.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I… I guessed. We are migrating.” Malren says. “And I assume it is safe for yours?”
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“You seem more powerful as me. Then again, that isn’t much of a feat.” Malaer laughs wheezily.
*sry had to go do something*
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.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
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.
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
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"Barely." It murmurs. "We slave here. Suffering is a constant, but we grow stronger every day. They only survive by working, praying, and communing together. The work is never finished for any of us. We are cursed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
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.
“Is there any way we can break this curse? I would love to help you.” They say kindly. To one who has heard much false kindness, this is clearly that.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"To claim that I am 'higher' than my creations would be foolhardy. I am an authority figure, and I am powerful, but their work is as arduous and vital as my own." It climbs down from its perch, its rusted armor scraping loudly. "Our hunger is endless."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
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.
The armored monstrosity's mouthparts click, as though it were grinding its teeth with rage. "Speak so lightly of our suffering again, and that question will be on your tongue until your people die out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Surely your powers can feed your creations? If not, is there any way I can help? I do not have the strength in me to protect my own people, but to protect another’s would likely be within my power.”
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.
“Excuse me?” They ask, startled. “I… I was just trying to help…”
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Been bananering since 2023