*I actually really want Spring tbh, I have ideas, so this setup works for me.*
*Okie!*
*Also Nanner, I have a question about how the curses work*
*Ask away, I might have an answer. Maybe.*
*This sorta ties into the contract God thing, so I'll just do it on the PM.*
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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!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Bríz nods politely to the other creatures as they wait, hovering in the air as their wings flap wildly.
soon zex returns "you may land in our hanger" the right top side of the torso opens, revealing a roughly open area, with three plane-like constructions, roughly 20ft deep, with a doorway at the other wall
“These machines… fly?” They ask, pointing at the wings.
*Bríz mech warlord era coming*
zex nods "roughly, but they can fly a good distance"
*I mean, if they already have it, if you can make a bargain with them... they may allow use or the blueprints ;D*
“Are you in need of massive flying beasts that can do heavy labor, or whatever labor you’d like them to do? I have quite a few of those. We could do a… citizen trade.”
*heh heh heh*
"we do most of the work with machines, come within, the daashor wishes to speak with you"
“Alright, thank you for your hospitality.” They say, entering.
within the door Is a dizzying amount of pipes, panels, and pathways, as zex leads you, it becomes almost impossible to keep track where you were, eventually you and zex come apon another door, covered in gears
Bríz looks around in awe. “This reminds me of my homeland.” They say. “But far… grander.”
the door opened and within was a presumably older, but not by much, gremlin, pouring over blueprints, not even glancing up "is this the being you spoke of zex?" zex replied "yes"before exiting, the door closing behind him
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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 nods politely to the other creatures as they wait, hovering in the air as their wings flap wildly.
soon zex returns "you may land in our hanger" the right top side of the torso opens, revealing a roughly open area, with three plane-like constructions, roughly 20ft deep, with a doorway at the other wall
“These machines… fly?” They ask, pointing at the wings.
*Bríz mech warlord era coming*
zex nods "roughly, but they can fly a good distance"
*I mean, if they already have it, if you can make a bargain with them... they may allow use or the blueprints ;D*
“Are you in need of massive flying beasts that can do heavy labor, or whatever labor you’d like them to do? I have quite a few of those. We could do a… citizen trade.”
*heh heh heh*
"we do most of the work with machines, come within, the daashor wishes to speak with you"
“Alright, thank you for your hospitality.” They say, entering.
within the door Is a dizzying amount of pipes, panels, and pathways, as zex leads you, it becomes almost impossible to keep track where you were, eventually you and zex come apon another door, covered in gears
Bríz looks around in awe. “This reminds me of my homeland.” They say. “But far… grander.”
the door opened and within was a presumably older, but not by much, gremlin, pouring over blueprints, not even glancing up "is this the being you spoke of zex?" zex replied "yes"before exiting, the door closing behind him
“Great Daashor, I come for trade.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
"My name is Yuki, what is yours?"
Yuki's voice is clear, as if speaking through air.
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
"My name is Yuki, what is yours?"
Yuki's voice is clear, as if speaking through air.
“Inachus.” He rumbles. “Hello, Yuki. I see a bright future ahead for you…”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
"My name is Yuki, what is yours?"
Yuki's voice is clear, as if speaking through air.
“Inachus.” He rumbles. “Hello, Yuki. I see a bright future ahead for you…”
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
"My name is Yuki, what is yours?"
Yuki's voice is clear, as if speaking through air.
“Inachus.” He rumbles. “Hello, Yuki. I see a bright future ahead for you…”
"Good, I don't like the bad ones."
He chuckles. “I trust you’ve seen them, then?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
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*Ask away, I might have an answer. Maybe.*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*This sorta ties into the contract God thing, so I'll just do it on the PM.*
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!
*Okie*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...the door opened and within was a presumably older, but not by much, gremlin, pouring over blueprints, not even glancing up "is this the being you spoke of zex?" zex replied "yes"before exiting, the door closing behind him
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
“Great Daashor, I come for trade.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*anyone wanna rp?*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*I gtg soon, srry :(*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...*Np!*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Ok. I love the conflict already emerging, did anything like this happen on the og thread?*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...*yeah, Bríz insulted Tana’s character and got a bunch of their followers killed. Seems they haven’t learned a thing.*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*RP?*
*Sure! Got Kalaposi, Bríz, and Inachus, and an upcoming god of spring and contracts.*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Inachus.*
The sea sings songs of war as the sea god watches from below, two blazing eyes of darkness staring out from the depths. The waves churn and move, thrusting out fingers that reach for the land and grasp at nothing. Had the world been more developed, Inachus would have caused a disaster that would have killed hundreds. But there is nobody in sight.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Yuki appears about 20 feet away.
Immediately, the waves soften in their prowl, and the storm stops.
“Who enters my domain?”
The voice is soft, deep, powerful. Had it not been for the stopping of the waves a few seconds ago, Yuki would not have heard a sound. But now she can clearly see the water materializing into something… other.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"My name is Yuki, what is yours?"
Yuki's voice is clear, as if speaking through air.
“Inachus.” He rumbles. “Hello, Yuki. I see a bright future ahead for you…”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Good, I don't like the bad ones."
He chuckles. “I trust you’ve seen them, then?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.