Kalaposi is tending to a small garden on their island, and shaping it to their will. The sun sets on the horizon, the island a dot of black in the wild seas. Kalaposi molds the rivers of mud to move through their farm, where the plants are sprouting, bearing ripe fruits, the only edible thing on the island.
Bríz is instructing their followers to build a camp near where they want the fortress to be, their voice commanding but kind. They know deep inside that this will be great.
Bounding through the world and leaving scorched ground in his wake, a tiger moves quickly across the world, the sun following in his footsteps. (Open to someone else creating the moon/other interpretations of the sun)
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
The glow seems to be coming from a small clearing in the centre, with several shapes inside. You’re too high up to see what they are.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
The glow seems to be coming from a small clearing in the centre, with several shapes inside. You’re too high up to see what they are.
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
The glow seems to be coming from a small clearing in the centre, with several shapes inside. You’re too high up to see what they are.
*Bríz landed.*
Briz sees Ren surrounded by several other woodland creatures. Think squirrels and raccoons. Ren looks up in not surprise, but minor amusement. “Hello.”
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
First there was nothing, and then there was the sky Out of the sky, a single star fell. It crashed into a barren wasteland, creating a vibrant forest, perpetually stuck in nighttime. At its centre, an old god reawoke. Ren, the nine-tailed fox goddess, yawns, stretches, blinks her eyes sleepily, and looks around at her domain.
The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
The glow seems to be coming from a small clearing in the centre, with several shapes inside. You’re too high up to see what they are.
*Bríz landed.*
Briz sees Ren surrounded by several other woodland creatures. Think squirrels and raccoons. Ren looks up in not surprise, but minor amusement. “Hello.”
Bríz takes a deep breath. "Your territory is... uncomfortably close to my people. Is there any way you could move it?"
*if you're not okay with conflict, I can change this answer. also it's not even that close, Bríz is just paranoid.*
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Kalaposi's Creation points: 13 + 5
Briz's Creation points: 16 + 5
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"Well that's sad. There is music in other worlds that I can teach you, if you want."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Yuki's creation points, 2
*1d6 right?*
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Yuki digs into one of her tails and brings out a book, and hands it to Kalaposi.
*inside is every song ever made.*
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"What's this?" Kalaposi asks, before opening it and gasping. "Wow. Thank you."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"You are very welcome."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"How exactly does this work? Like... aren't there billions of songs in existence?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Kalaposi is tending to a small garden on their island, and shaping it to their will. The sun sets on the horizon, the island a dot of black in the wild seas. Kalaposi molds the rivers of mud to move through their farm, where the plants are sprouting, bearing ripe fruits, the only edible thing on the island.
Bríz is instructing their followers to build a camp near where they want the fortress to be, their voice commanding but kind. They know deep inside that this will be great.
Bounding through the world and leaving scorched ground in his wake, a tiger moves quickly across the world, the sun following in his footsteps. (Open to someone else creating the moon/other interpretations of the sun)
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!The forest does not go unnoticed.
Bríz flaps their wings, taking to the sky and lands near the forest, frowning. This is too near the site for their comfort...
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
As Briz flies towards the forest, the chirping of birds can be heard as the forest come alive.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!"Avian creatures..." They muse. "Quite interesting. I wonder..." They sigh, running a hand through locks of blonde hair. They should get back. Countless possibilities awaited, and they worried some would end with the death of their followers.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
As Briz thinks this, he sees a soft purplish glow emanating from the centre of the forest.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!They pull the spear from their back and venture closer. They're calm, composed, even when they flinch as a bird flies by.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
The glow seems to be coming from a small clearing in the centre, with several shapes inside. You’re too high up to see what they are.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!*Bríz landed.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Briz sees Ren surrounded by several other woodland creatures. Think squirrels and raccoons. Ren looks up in not surprise, but minor amusement. “Hello.”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!Bríz takes a deep breath. "Your territory is... uncomfortably close to my people. Is there any way you could move it?"
*if you're not okay with conflict, I can change this answer. also it's not even that close, Bríz is just paranoid.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.