Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
“Yes.” Bríz glances over at Xadian. “You’re not like her, are you? If you are, get out.”
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
“Yep. You do.”
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
“Fine. Whatever. What’s that way?”
"I don't know. That's half the fun, isn't it?"
“I guess.” They say, shrugging and wandering over.
*What would ya like to encounter?*
*Uhhh dunno.*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
“Yep. You do.”
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
“Fine. Whatever. What’s that way?”
"I don't know. That's half the fun, isn't it?"
“I guess.” They say, shrugging and wandering over.
*What would ya like to encounter?*
*Uhhh dunno.*
*Uhmmmmm hmmmmmm, Bríz’s city?*
*Sure!*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
“Yes.” Bríz glances over at Xadian. “You’re not like her, are you? If so, get out.”
xadian tilted his head "if by 'her' you mean one of my coleagues, no, i am not. i prefer a fair deal, and am sort of the meadiator for deals not made between dealmakers, to make sure its binding, and that if anyone breaks their side, they will be punished" at the last words his eyes went from blue to white, and the area around dropped even further in tempature, causing frost to form nearby, before his eyes and the tempature around him returned to normal (chilly, but not freezing)
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another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
“Yes.” Bríz glances over at Xadian. “You’re not like her, are you? If so, get out.”
xadian tilted his head "if by 'her' you mean one of my coleagues, no, i am not. i prefer a fair deal, and am sort of the meadiator for deals not made between dealmakers, to make sure its binding, and that if anyone breaks their side, they will be punished" at the last words his eyes went from blue to white, and the area around dropped even further in tempature, causing frost to form nearby, before his eyes and the tempature around him returned to normal (chilly, but not freezing)
“You hold power over frost. Very well, daashor, what will the terms of our deal be?”
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
“Yep. You do.”
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
“Fine. Whatever. What’s that way?”
"I don't know. That's half the fun, isn't it?"
“I guess.” They say, shrugging and wandering over.
*What would ya like to encounter?*
*Uhhh dunno.*
*Uhmmmmm hmmmmmm, Bríz’s city?*
*Sure!*
On the horizon, walls grow in a hexagon. They have banners flying from the towers, and on the banners is an eye.
"Hm. Looks interesting, no?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
“Yes.” Bríz glances over at Xadian. “You’re not like her, are you? If so, get out.”
xadian tilted his head "if by 'her' you mean one of my coleagues, no, i am not. i prefer a fair deal, and am sort of the meadiator for deals not made between dealmakers, to make sure its binding, and that if anyone breaks their side, they will be punished" at the last words his eyes went from blue to white, and the area around dropped even further in tempature, causing frost to form nearby, before his eyes and the tempature around him returned to normal (chilly, but not freezing)
“You hold power over frost. Very well, daashor, what will the terms of our deal be?”
the daashor moved closer, (so a handshake could me made) "in excange for these constructs, and acessibility to those scales" (mari had told him about them) "i wil give you the blueprints, and if needed, manpower, to craft our mechanations"
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another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
“Dangerous, though. Only someone who intends to attack or is being attacked puts up walls.”
"Indeed... Well. Might as well go in!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“A creature created from body parts… interesting. Sounds like a life even worse than a decaying immortal.”
“Ah? So will I.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“I guess.” They say, shrugging and wandering over.
*What would ya like to encounter?*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Yes.” Bríz glances over at Xadian. “You’re not like her, are you? If you are, get out.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*Uhhh dunno.*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I've only been helpless once before, a mortal got too powerful and stole my power."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*Uhmmmmm hmmmmmm, Bríz’s city?*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*Sure!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“That seems embarrassing.” They say, nodding along.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
xadian tilted his head "if by 'her' you mean one of my coleagues, no, i am not. i prefer a fair deal, and am sort of the meadiator for deals not made between dealmakers, to make sure its binding, and that if anyone breaks their side, they will be punished" at the last words his eyes went from blue to white, and the area around dropped even further in tempature, causing frost to form nearby, before his eyes and the tempature around him returned to normal (chilly, but not freezing)
another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
"You are decaying?"
"They shall shine nearly as brightly as we"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
“You hold power over frost. Very well, daashor, what will the terms of our deal be?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
On the horizon, walls grow in a hexagon. They have banners flying from the towers, and on the banners is an eye.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Slowly but surely.” Inachus says, nodding.
“I will ensure that.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Hm. Looks interesting, no?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*cut with Gonz.*
“Dangerous, though. Only someone who intends to attack or is being attacked puts up walls.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
the daashor moved closer, (so a handshake could me made) "in excange for these constructs, and acessibility to those scales" (mari had told him about them) "i wil give you the blueprints, and if needed, manpower, to craft our mechanations"
another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
"Have you seen Mother?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"Indeed... Well. Might as well go in!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*cut with Void*
“Works for me. Any objections?” Bríz asks, looking towards Xadian.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Who?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.