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.*
Ren sighs, amused. "If only I could. However, this is a forest, and this forest and all the animals around it have built homes. I don't think I could move it just like that without uprooting some family's home, or even injuring an animal."
"The forest can stay. It will make good hunting for my people. However, I wish for you to leave."
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)
"Yes, as soon as someone touches it, all the songs they have heard go into it."
“I suppose this book would be considered a legendary artifact, then.”
*Technically it would be a rare magic item and it's going to appear in my Free The Fallen campaign so it wouldn't be created here, and not use creation points.*
"It's rare, not legendary."
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"Yes, as soon as someone touches it, all the songs they have heard go into it."
“I suppose this book would be considered a legendary artifact, then.”
*Technically it would be a rare magic item and it's going to appear in my Free The Fallen campaign so it wouldn't be created here, and not use creation points.*
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.*
Ren sighs, amused. "If only I could. However, this is a forest, and this forest and all the animals around it have built homes. I don't think I could move it just like that without uprooting some family's home, or even injuring an animal."
"The forest can stay. It will make good hunting for my people. However, I wish for you to leave."
Ren looks moderately appalled. “You wish to hunt these poor woodland creatures, who have no home but this one, just for food? Surely you have other food sources. And I must stay to help protect them.”
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.*
Ren sighs, amused. "If only I could. However, this is a forest, and this forest and all the animals around it have built homes. I don't think I could move it just like that without uprooting some family's home, or even injuring an animal."
"The forest can stay. It will make good hunting for my people. However, I wish for you to leave."
Ren looks moderately appalled. “You wish to hunt these poor woodland creatures, who have no home but this one, just for food? Surely you have other food sources. And I must stay to help protect them.”
"It is the way of things that people must hunt, and I don't know if you haven't noticed, but the world is a barren wasteland. Food is rare. Would you rather sentient species' die, or have your little bird brains roam around free to do nothing for the world except chirp out pretty songs?"
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
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"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
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"Technically it's magic, but it records songs you've heard. I picked it up before coming to this world."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"The forest can stay. It will make good hunting for my people. However, I wish for you to leave."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"So you've heard... that many songs?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Yes, as soon as someone touches it, all the songs they have heard go into it."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“I suppose this book would be considered a legendary artifact, then.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*Technically it would be a rare magic item and it's going to appear in my Free The Fallen campaign so it wouldn't be created here, and not use creation points.*
"It's rare, not legendary."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*i guess*
”Legendary to me, though.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Anything could be legendary, when it's valuable enough."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Ren looks moderately appalled. “You wish to hunt these poor woodland creatures, who have no home but this one, just for food? Surely you have other food sources. And I must stay to help protect them.”
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!"It is the way of things that people must hunt, and I don't know if you haven't noticed, but the world is a barren wasteland. Food is rare. Would you rather sentient species' die, or have your little bird brains roam around free to do nothing for the world except chirp out pretty songs?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"M-may I keep it?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Yes, you can keep it." Yuki stands up and dusts off her kimono. "I shall take my leave."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"Thank you so much. Truly. Farewell."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Yuki bows, turns, and slices the air with her hand opening a rift, she walks through and it closes behind her.
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby