"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
"I//we am//are incapable of kindness. I//we can only manage an approximation"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
"I//we am//are incapable of kindness. I//we can only manage an approximation"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
"I//we am//are incapable of kindness. I//we can only manage an approximation"
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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
The celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
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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!
The celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
As it walks, the dry dust crunches beneath its feet, and the world seems to pulse with something else. Eventually, it reaches a hamlet of only a few people, mortals building a camp near a small hill. Their god isn't present, but it senses that it might be soon, and it might be a threat. People turn to stare at it, and it receives a few nods.
The celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
As it walks, the dry dust crunches beneath its feet, and the world seems to pulse with something else. Eventually, it reaches a hamlet of only a few people, mortals building a camp near a small hill. Their god isn't present, but it senses that it might be soon, and it might be a threat. People turn to stare at it, and it receives a few nods.
The Child waves at the townsfolk, smiling a bit. "Hello! Could you inform me as to who your leader is? I'm a bit lost, I'm afraid."
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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!
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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
“If you even attempt to attack a single one of these creatures, I will raise hell against you and all your people. You will have need to fear if you attack this 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!
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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
“If you even attempt to attack a single one of these creatures, I will raise hell against you and all your people. You will have need to fear if you attack this forest.”
"We have strength in numbers. I do not fear you, but I shall leave you alone for now. You need to accept that hunting is part of the circle of life, you poor being. Maybe we can talk again when you have discovered that."
The celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
As it walks, the dry dust crunches beneath its feet, and the world seems to pulse with something else. Eventually, it reaches a hamlet of only a few people, mortals building a camp near a small hill. Their god isn't present, but it senses that it might be soon, and it might be a threat. People turn to stare at it, and it receives a few nods.
The Child waves at the townsfolk, smiling a bit. "Hello! Could you inform me as to who your leader is? I'm a bit lost, I'm afraid."
"The Blazing Eye encountered a forest close to here that they felt threatened by. They have not come back yet, but they only left a little while ago."
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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
“If you even attempt to attack a single one of these creatures, I will raise hell against you and all your people. You will have need to fear if you attack this forest.”
"We have strength in numbers. I do not fear you, but I shall leave you alone for now. You need to accept that hunting is part of the circle of life, you poor being. Maybe we can talk again when you have discovered that."
“Hunting is part of the circle of life, yes. Outright murder of harmless beasts at the whim of a god is not. And you underestimate us. And myself.” Ren begins floating above the ground.
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 celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
As it walks, the dry dust crunches beneath its feet, and the world seems to pulse with something else. Eventually, it reaches a hamlet of only a few people, mortals building a camp near a small hill. Their god isn't present, but it senses that it might be soon, and it might be a threat. People turn to stare at it, and it receives a few nods.
The Child waves at the townsfolk, smiling a bit. "Hello! Could you inform me as to who your leader is? I'm a bit lost, I'm afraid."
"The Blazing Eye encountered a forest close to here that they felt threatened by. They have not come back yet, but they only left a little while ago."
"... Blazing Eye? That's a stupid name. Why would they feel threatened by a forest?"
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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 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?"
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
“If you even attempt to attack a single one of these creatures, I will raise hell against you and all your people. You will have need to fear if you attack this forest.”
"We have strength in numbers. I do not fear you, but I shall leave you alone for now. You need to accept that hunting is part of the circle of life, you poor being. Maybe we can talk again when you have discovered that."
“Hunting is part of the circle of life, yes. Outright murder of harmless beasts at the whim of a god is not. And you underestimate us. And myself.” Ren begins floating above the ground.
"So you consent to us using your place as a hunting ground? Because that is what I just heard. I will not murder your creatures, I will let my people bring them back so they will not be hungry." Bríz draws their spear from their back, entering a fighting position.
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"I believe it to be kindness."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"If you wish"
*Good end?*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*yeh*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Firstly, they’re not bird brains. Secondly, you too are a god. Can you not create a food source for your people so that we can stay safe?”
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!"Why should I, when such a good source is here? My powers are better spent creating strongholds and weapons and mounts so that my people never need to fear."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*hello! would I have the ability to join? (if the answer is obvious, sorry, I just don't feel right just joining w/out asking)*
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
*Yep you can join :)*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*cool :D could I be the God of the void? (nature) I already have a species in mind (one of mine)*
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
*Species for them to make or to be? Gods can just be godly tbh, they don't need to be a species.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The celestial bodies hurl through the sky, endlessly circling the heavens in the cycle of night and day. That is their duty. That is their lot. They fly through the air and light the day and cool the night. And they never falter. That is, until they do. One moment, everything marches onwards, heralded forth by the incessant drive of Time. The next moment, moments are no more. Time halts. An Eternity is trapped within a second. And in that Eternity, lies a god newly summoned. The god is but a Child, new to this world and yet the newborn is an elder. An Ouroboros of linear Time, a mouth looping back to consume itself. The god smolders with the energy that would be usual for it's arrival, trapped in Time just as all else is as it waits out an Eternity. The god cools. It hardens. Takes form. The young god grows old with Time, and the elder is reshaped into the young. But like all things, even Eternity must end. And so it does. In what seems to be a moment, a new god is ushered into the world. The Child opens it's eyes, observing it's surroundings.
"Well. It seems I've arrived late. As late as Time can be, anyways. Time is rarely late... only too early."
It shakes it's hands off, before picking a direction and walking along an unseen path.
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!
*kinda both? do you know the game hollow knight? if not I can explain, if you did It would make it easier*
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
As it walks, the dry dust crunches beneath its feet, and the world seems to pulse with something else. Eventually, it reaches a hamlet of only a few people, mortals building a camp near a small hill. Their god isn't present, but it senses that it might be soon, and it might be a threat. People turn to stare at it, and it receives a few nods.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*I know of hollow knight, haven't played it. So the god will be the same thing as the species?*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
The Child waves at the townsfolk, smiling a bit. "Hello! Could you inform me as to who your leader is? I'm a bit lost, I'm afraid."
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!
“If you even attempt to attack a single one of these creatures, I will raise hell against you and all your people. You will have need to fear if you attack this 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!"We have strength in numbers. I do not fear you, but I shall leave you alone for now. You need to accept that hunting is part of the circle of life, you poor being. Maybe we can talk again when you have discovered that."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"The Blazing Eye encountered a forest close to here that they felt threatened by. They have not come back yet, but they only left a little while ago."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Hunting is part of the circle of life, yes. Outright murder of harmless beasts at the whim of a god is not. And you underestimate us. And myself.” Ren begins floating above the ground.
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!"... Blazing Eye? That's a stupid name. Why would they feel threatened by a forest?"
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!
"So you consent to us using your place as a hunting ground? Because that is what I just heard. I will not murder your creatures, I will let my people bring them back so they will not be hungry." Bríz draws their spear from their back, entering a fighting position.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.