Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
“Oh? Care to share?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
“Oh? Care to share?”
"Air is sutch a changeable, mutable element. My people would have air, the crackle of the storm itself in their very being"
Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
“Oh? Care to share?”
"Air is sutch a changeable, mutable element. My people would have air, the crackle of the storm itself in their very being"
“My people would have wings to lift them into the sky like mine. They would be seeds of divinity. They would be perfection in their own mortal way.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
“Oh? Care to share?”
"Air is sutch a changeable, mutable element. My people would have air, the crackle of the storm itself in their very being"
“My people would have wings to lift them into the sky like mine. They would be seeds of divinity. They would be perfection in their own mortal way.”
"It would do me well to see our two peoples in harmony. Our fortress would be an excellent home for them"
Sarlok is layzing on their cloud, orbiting the serpent's mount sipping their wine
*yes that’s okay :)*
A tall figure wearing a large chestplate that covers their bare chest flaps their wings, the size of their own body, and flies up to Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They say warmly. “Been a while. How have you been?”
"Well enough. Our civilization progresses well" they gesture, and a seat of clouds rises out of their platform
*uh since we’re resetting this, could we say the interaction happened but not the civilization? Because I’m pretty sure we both spent a ton of points on making the species/landforms*
Bríz smiles and sits down next to Sarlok. “These are so magnificent.” They say, gesturing to the chairs. “Fluffy, but solid. Your powers make me envious.”
*Yeah, okay. No serpent's mount or assimar/air genasi*
"Being a storm God has its perks" they sip their wine
“Still… I wonder what you could do…”
"For now, I am content to be as I am. Perhaps we could have a base of operations, suitable for our alliance"
“I would like that.” They say. Their voice is still formal, quiet, but a hint of a smile has entered their face.
"You're the more tactical of us, what would you suggest?"
“A fortress would do. Impenetrable. I could design it, and you could create soldiers to patrol it from the skies. But of course, you can help me with the design as well.”
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
“Oh? Care to share?”
"Air is sutch a changeable, mutable element. My people would have air, the crackle of the storm itself in their very being"
“My people would have wings to lift them into the sky like mine. They would be seeds of divinity. They would be perfection in their own mortal way.”
"It would do me well to see our two peoples in harmony. Our fortress would be an excellent home for them"
“I agree. Thank you for your company, Sarlok.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
*I can’t remember, sorry.*
Bríz smiles and drains theirs. “Thank you, friend.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
*I can’t remember, sorry.*
Bríz smiles and drains theirs. “Thank you, friend.”
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
*I can’t remember, sorry.*
Bríz smiles and drains theirs. “Thank you, friend.”
*Good end?*
*yup. If you’d like to rp more, I can make a new character and/or you can use DEITY?*
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
*I can’t remember, sorry.*
Bríz smiles and drains theirs. “Thank you, friend.”
*Good end?*
*yup. If you’d like to rp more, I can make a new character and/or you can use DEITY?*
*You're on. I missed you man*
DEITY is on their island, crafting incomprehensible equations of life
6 + 5
Just rolling for today, I’ll choose Bríz’s traits tomorrow.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"An excellent idea. I had a few of my own regarding new mortals"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*Are we keeping the old trait choices?*
*This is what I get for keeping detailed and complex notes*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*yup*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Oh? Care to share?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Air is sutch a changeable, mutable element. My people would have air, the crackle of the storm itself in their very being"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“My people would have wings to lift them into the sky like mine. They would be seeds of divinity. They would be perfection in their own mortal way.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"It would do me well to see our two peoples in harmony. Our fortress would be an excellent home for them"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“I agree. Thank you for your company, Sarlok.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*snip*
"my pleasure. We should meet again to plan our sanctuary"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“I think so too. Shall we discuss a meeting time and place? I still need to plan out the blueprints and amass the power.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"I as well. Next month, perhaps? Somewhere coastal would be my pick"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“I love the sea.” Bríz says, smiling. “Let’s plan on that.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Lightning crackles across their fingers and a wineglass appears, and sarlok's serpent headed tail drains it's venom into it. Sarlok offers the drink, holding a glass of their own. "A toast, then"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Bríz raises an eyebrow at the strange method of administering the liquid, and then chuckles. “Of course. A toast. To the future.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"To passion, war, and the celestial alliance" *that's the name, right?* They drain their glass
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*I can’t remember, sorry.*
Bríz smiles and drains theirs. “Thank you, friend.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Good end?*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*yup. If you’d like to rp more, I can make a new character and/or you can use DEITY?*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*You're on. I missed you man*
DEITY is on their island, crafting incomprehensible equations of life
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they