the ground a bit away in a empty field began to shudder and crack, as a flow of darkness spills from within, and rising from it is a mass of void, forming into a being with 4 arms, the hands clawed with 4 fingers, 8 writhing tentacles extending from the back of its head, it had no deconsernable legs, only a mass of cloak-like darkness, and from its cloak a small creature came out, and a much larger one, the beings had a white, shell-like head with pincer-like horns, the smaller ones head was rounded aside from the pincer-horns, and the larger had a angular head, the shells were smooth aside from eye-holes carved in them revealing only darkness. the smaller ones body was shorter and wider (it were about 4ft) and the larger was lankier and narrow (roughly 12ft tall) then the void beings eyes opened, six angular eyes, no pupils, just a pure, glowing white
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!
Ren is sitting on the outskirts of her forest, watching the night on one side and the day on the other.
A Child walks up to her, barefoot, wearing a long green cloak and a brown shirt with faded brown trousers. Two pins are attached to his cloak, one of a serpent swallowing it's tail and one of a raven in flight.
Ren lifts her head in greeting. "Hello!"
The Child waves, before sitting down in the dirt besides her. "Hello."
"Where're you from?"
"Hah! Oh, I'm from a lot of places. Nowhere, everywhere... I'm from Albania, but only on Tuesdays. Or was it Thursdays?"
"Cool! Isn't that in a different world?"
"There's Albania's on a number of different worlds."
"That makes a lot of sense actually."
"Of course it does! What's your name?"
"I'm Ren. What about you?"
"I have many names, and yet I have none. You may call me the Child, though."
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 ground a bit away in a empty field began to shudder and crack, as a flow of darkness spills from within, and rising from it is a mass of void, forming into a being with 4 arms, the hands clawed with 4 fingers, 8 writhing tentacles extending from the back of its head, it had no deconsernable legs, only a mass of cloak-like darkness, and from its cloak a small creature came out, and a much larger one, the beings had a white, shell-like head with pincer-like horns, the smaller ones head was rounded aside from the pincer-horns, and the larger had a angular head, the shells were smooth aside from eye-holes carved in them revealing only darkness. the smaller ones body was shorter and wider (it were about 4ft) and the larger was lankier and narrow (roughly 12ft tall) then the void beings eyes opened, six angular eyes, no pupils, just a pure, glowing white
*wanna RP if anyone can :D*
*Cool...*
*thanks!*
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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
the ground a bit away in a empty field began to shudder and crack, as a flow of darkness spills from within, and rising from it is a mass of void, forming into a being with 4 arms, the hands clawed with 4 fingers, 8 writhing tentacles extending from the back of its head, it had no deconsernable legs, only a mass of cloak-like darkness, and from its cloak a small creature came out, and a much larger one, the beings had a white, shell-like head with pincer-like horns, the smaller ones head was rounded aside from the pincer-horns, and the larger had a angular head, the shells were smooth aside from eye-holes carved in them revealing only darkness. the smaller ones body was shorter and wider (it were about 4ft) and the larger was lankier and narrow (roughly 12ft tall) then the void beings eyes opened, six angular eyes, no pupils, just a pure, glowing white
*wanna RP if anyone can :D*
The waves crash against the beach, and a lone person walks from the water, materializing from only liquid. "New being to this world." He says, his voice is deep and soft. "I am one as well. I am Inachus, god of the waves and tides. And who might you be? And these little ones?" He gestures towards its followers.
Kalaposi notices the sensation, and takes in a breath. "A-anything I should be doing?"
"Don't panic. Stay calm. Keep your normal rate of breathing."
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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!
Ren is sitting on the outskirts of her forest, watching the night on one side and the day on the other.
A Child walks up to her, barefoot, wearing a long green cloak and a brown shirt with faded brown trousers. Two pins are attached to his cloak, one of a serpent swallowing it's tail and one of a raven in flight.
Ren lifts her head in greeting. "Hello!"
The Child waves, before sitting down in the dirt besides her. "Hello."
"Where're you from?"
"Hah! Oh, I'm from a lot of places. Nowhere, everywhere... I'm from Albania, but only on Tuesdays. Or was it Thursdays?"
"Cool! Isn't that in a different world?"
"There's Albania's on a number of different worlds."
"That makes a lot of sense actually."
"Of course it does! What's your name?"
"I'm Ren. What about you?"
"I have many names, and yet I have none. You may call me the Child, though."
"Alright. Very well, then."
"Are these your woods?"
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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!
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 notices the sensation, and takes in a breath. "A-anything I should be doing?"
"Don't panic. Stay calm. Keep your normal rate of breathing."
"Okay... How long will this take?"
"Well, that depends."
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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!
Ren is sitting on the outskirts of her forest, watching the night on one side and the day on the other.
A Child walks up to her, barefoot, wearing a long green cloak and a brown shirt with faded brown trousers. Two pins are attached to his cloak, one of a serpent swallowing it's tail and one of a raven in flight.
Ren lifts her head in greeting. "Hello!"
The Child waves, before sitting down in the dirt besides her. "Hello."
"Where're you from?"
"Hah! Oh, I'm from a lot of places. Nowhere, everywhere... I'm from Albania, but only on Tuesdays. Or was it Thursdays?"
"Cool! Isn't that in a different world?"
"There's Albania's on a number of different worlds."
"That makes a lot of sense actually."
"Of course it does! What's your name?"
"I'm Ren. What about you?"
"I have many names, and yet I have none. You may call me the Child, though."
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!
Ren is sitting on the outskirts of her forest, watching the night on one side and the day on the other.
A Child walks up to her, barefoot, wearing a long green cloak and a brown shirt with faded brown trousers. Two pins are attached to his cloak, one of a serpent swallowing it's tail and one of a raven in flight.
Ren lifts her head in greeting. "Hello!"
The Child waves, before sitting down in the dirt besides her. "Hello."
"Where're you from?"
"Hah! Oh, I'm from a lot of places. Nowhere, everywhere... I'm from Albania, but only on Tuesdays. Or was it Thursdays?"
"Cool! Isn't that in a different world?"
"There's Albania's on a number of different worlds."
"That makes a lot of sense actually."
"Of course it does! What's your name?"
"I'm Ren. What about you?"
"I have many names, and yet I have none. You may call me the Child, though."
"Alright. Very well, then."
"Are these your woods?"
"They are. Do you have a domain yet?"
"I do, but I prefer to wander."
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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 notices the sensation, and takes in a breath. "A-anything I should be doing?"
"Don't panic. Stay calm. Keep your normal rate of breathing."
"Okay... How long will this take?"
"Well, that depends."
"Can I ask on what?"
"On how defensive your brain is."
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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!
Ren is sitting on the outskirts of her forest, watching the night on one side and the day on the other.
A Child walks up to her, barefoot, wearing a long green cloak and a brown shirt with faded brown trousers. Two pins are attached to his cloak, one of a serpent swallowing it's tail and one of a raven in flight.
Ren lifts her head in greeting. "Hello!"
The Child waves, before sitting down in the dirt besides her. "Hello."
"Where're you from?"
"Hah! Oh, I'm from a lot of places. Nowhere, everywhere... I'm from Albania, but only on Tuesdays. Or was it Thursdays?"
"Cool! Isn't that in a different world?"
"There's Albania's on a number of different worlds."
"That makes a lot of sense actually."
"Of course it does! What's your name?"
"I'm Ren. What about you?"
"I have many names, and yet I have none. You may call me the Child, though."
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!
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 ground a bit away in a empty field began to shudder and crack, as a flow of darkness spills from within, and rising from it is a mass of void, forming into a being with 4 arms, the hands clawed with 4 fingers, 8 writhing tentacles extending from the back of its head, it had no deconsernable legs, only a mass of cloak-like darkness, and from its cloak a small creature came out, and a much larger one, the beings had a white, shell-like head with pincer-like horns, the smaller ones head was rounded aside from the pincer-horns, and the larger had a angular head, the shells were smooth aside from eye-holes carved in them revealing only darkness. the smaller ones body was shorter and wider (it were about 4ft) and the larger was lankier and narrow (roughly 12ft tall) then the void beings eyes opened, six angular eyes, no pupils, just a pure, glowing white
*wanna RP if anyone can :D*
The waves crash against the beach, and a lone person walks from the water, materializing from only liquid. "New being to this world." He says, his voice is deep and soft. "I am one as well. I am Inachus, god of the waves and tides. And who might you be? And these little ones?" He gestures towards its followers.
a voice echoed in inachus's head "I am the god of the void, the space of nothin, these are being made to what I once was, before I gained the ability to escape the darkness. they are voidlings, a shell with a sliver of my void to make them alive" the beings form constantly shifted, tendrils forming and shaping, lessening in amount and increasing, their eyes the only thing unchanging. the beings beneath him standing, watching the other god
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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
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*Cool...*
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!*cut with gonz.*
*Alr*
Kalaposi notices the sensation, and takes in a breath. "A-anything I should be doing?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Alright. Very well, then."
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!*thanks!*
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
*can anyone RP rn?*
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
"Oh please, come on, tell me."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
The waves crash against the beach, and a lone person walks from the water, materializing from only liquid. "New being to this world." He says, his voice is deep and soft. "I am one as well. I am Inachus, god of the waves and tides. And who might you be? And these little ones?" He gestures towards its followers.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Don't panic. Stay calm. Keep your normal rate of breathing."
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!
"Okay... How long will this take?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Are these your woods?"
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 Boss*
"I... am afraid that I cannot."
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!
"Well, that depends."
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!
"They are. Do you have a domain yet?"
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!"Can I ask on what?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I do, but I prefer to wander."
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!
"On how defensive your brain is."
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's a valid choice. What's it like?"
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 grimace. "How do I make it less defensive?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*CUT WIHT LINK*
"What's what like?"
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 voice echoed in inachus's head "I am the god of the void, the space of nothin, these are being made to what I once was, before I gained the ability to escape the darkness. they are voidlings, a shell with a sliver of my void to make them alive" the beings form constantly shifted, tendrils forming and shaping, lessening in amount and increasing, their eyes the only thing unchanging. the beings beneath him standing, watching the other god
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