He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
*Can I rp with... them?*
*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) But tell me, did you sail across the Sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? |------extended sig------|
He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
*Can I rp with... them?*
*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
Yuki appears somewhat near them, or is it far, distance is confusing in a place like this.
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Sarlok flies down next to them. "Hello briz"
Bríz nods to their citizens to clear out of the center of the city, and then they smile at Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They greet. “Look at all the people in my city. Look at how they thrive.”
"Lovely. Two bits of news. One, I have enough power for a fortress, and I've brought my children" they gesture at a mass of air genasi outside the gates
“Excellent. Let us create the fortress. Perhaps we should also… bind ourselves. Make a pantheon. Another speech comes, then? I despise speeches.”
"Let me. A pantheon sounds excellent, although we might want more members" they raise their hands, and a storm begins brewing. "Mortals! Lend me your ears! Long have you suffered, barley containing the threats of the forest, but no longer! Mighty warriors sutch as these" they point to the scale constructs "should be defending someplace a little more fortified, don't you think?" The crowd cheers. No one knows it, but sarlok is amping up their desire, their passion for safety, and xenophobia against the forest. Sarlok flaps their wings, and flies into the storm, taking their true form. A thousand-foot long serpent made of storm clouds, with five hundred pairs of wings. The serpent dives down, and curls up on the ground, fast as lightning, before uncurling and flying back up, leaving a jagged mountain riddled with caves where it once curled. It circles the peak some more, and a storm brews. A different kind of storm. This one doesn't expel lightning, but pure bolts of divine light. The serpent dives towards where sarlok was standing, and transforms back.
He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
*Can I rp with... them?*
*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
Yuki appears somewhat near them, or is it far, distance is confusing in a place like this.
A shadow sits at some distance from them. Yuki's depth perception is confusing----at moments they are close, right in front of them, but at others, they're so far that they're just a pinprick.
"Who enters my domain?" one asks. A voice, gravelly and coarse, protruding from some unearthly organ that makes vibration into noise.
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) But tell me, did you sail across the Sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? |------extended sig------|
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!
He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
*Can I rp with... them?*
*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
Yuki appears somewhat near them, or is it far, distance is confusing in a place like this.
A shadow sits at some distance from them. Yuki's depth perception is confusing----at moments they are close, right in front of them, but at others, they're so far that they're just a pinprick.
"Who enters my domain?" one asks. A voice, gravelly and coarse, protruding from some unearthly organ that makes vibration into noise.
"My name is Yuki, who's domain is this?"
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*I have the Mother, goddess of death, Tge Child, deity of time, Lux Imperius, goddess of deals and seasons, as well as an ocean themed water blob demigod.*
*The Child.*
*Alright!* The Child is walking through the world, wearing a large brown trench coat and a pair of trousers, but remaining barefoot.
Yuki appears next to The Child, falling in step with them. "Hello there."
“Oh! Hullo there. Didn’t see you. Who are you?”
"I am Yuki, I'm guessing you are called The Child?"
“No, actually, my name’s John Smith.”
Yuki gives them an unamused look.
“What? Oh, shut up. I’m hilarious.”
"I'm not in the mood for jokes."
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*I have the Mother, goddess of death, Tge Child, deity of time, Lux Imperius, goddess of deals and seasons, as well as an ocean themed water blob demigod.*
*The Child.*
*Alright!* The Child is walking through the world, wearing a large brown trench coat and a pair of trousers, but remaining barefoot.
Yuki appears next to The Child, falling in step with them. "Hello there."
“Oh! Hullo there. Didn’t see you. Who are you?”
"I am Yuki, I'm guessing you are called The Child?"
“No, actually, my name’s John Smith.”
Yuki gives them an unamused look.
“What? Oh, shut up. I’m hilarious.”
"I'm not in the mood for jokes."
“Well tgat sounds depressing. Everyone should be in the mood for jokes!”
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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!
He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
*Can I rp with... them?*
*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
Yuki appears somewhat near them, or is it far, distance is confusing in a place like this.
A shadow sits at some distance from them. Yuki's depth perception is confusing----at moments they are close, right in front of them, but at others, they're so far that they're just a pinprick.
"Who enters my domain?" one asks. A voice, gravelly and coarse, protruding from some unearthly organ that makes vibration into noise.
"My name is Yuki, who's domain is this?"
"Does it truly matter?" Then, perceptions shift----now, the figure is directly in front of Yuki. Reclined in a seated position, but with no visible chair, they appear to be a very strange person.
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) But tell me, did you sail across the Sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? |------extended sig------|
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Lux Imperius watches the crowd from above, flying on golden wings.
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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!
“Well tgat sounds depressing. Everyone should be in the mood for jokes!”
"I need your help with something."
“With what?”
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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!
"Does it truly matter?" Then, perceptions shift----now, the figure is directly in front of Yuki. Reclined in a seated position, but with no visible chair, they appear to be a very strange person.
"Maybe I should rephrase the question, who are you?"
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Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Sarlok flies down next to them. "Hello briz"
Bríz nods to their citizens to clear out of the center of the city, and then they smile at Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They greet. “Look at all the people in my city. Look at how they thrive.”
"Lovely. Two bits of news. One, I have enough power for a fortress, and I've brought my children" they gesture at a mass of air genasi outside the gates
“Excellent. Let us create the fortress. Perhaps we should also… bind ourselves. Make a pantheon. Another speech comes, then? I despise speeches.”
"Let me. A pantheon sounds excellent, although we might want more members" they raise their hands, and a storm begins brewing. "Mortals! Lend me your ears! Long have you suffered, barley containing the threats of the forest, but no longer! Mighty warriors sutch as these" they point to the scale constructs "should be defending someplace a little more fortified, don't you think?" The crowd cheers. No one knows it, but sarlok is amping up their desire, their passion for safety, and xenophobia against the forest. Sarlok flaps their wings, and flies into the storm, taking their true form. A thousand-foot long serpent made of storm clouds, with five hundred pairs of wings. The serpent dives down, and curls up on the ground, fast as lightning, before uncurling and flying back up, leaving a jagged mountain riddled with caves where it once curled. It circles the peak some more, and a storm brews. A different kind of storm. This one doesn't expel lightning, but pure bolts of divine light. The serpent dives towards where sarlok was standing, and transforms back.
-20 for the mountain, +16 followers
-49 for the storm, +32 followers
2 cp remaining.
Bríz whispers something into Sarlok’s ear. “The warriors are for a trade. Otherwise, good speech.”
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Lux Imperius watches the crowd from above, flying on golden wings.
Bríz notices Lulu and nods to her. “Our deal comes soon.” They mouth.
"Does it truly matter?" Then, perceptions shift----now, the figure is directly in front of Yuki. Reclined in a seated position, but with no visible chair, they appear to be a very strange person.
"Maybe I should rephrase the question, who are you?"
"I am me. I am I, myself. Is there more description needed?"
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Wes (i/d/g/a/f) But tell me, did you sail across the Sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? |------extended sig------|
He---it---whatever it is----is trapped inside a device of his own making. A realm, albeit tiny, that spans the length and width of the world. Confusion runs amok inside its cushioned cradle of tricks and dialetheia. Up is down, left is up, left is right? Who even knows?
He smells prey, and strikes---finding nothing in his grasp, he is satisfied and leans back to rest. Rats run across her resting chest, yet she feels it not. A hovel, pigsty, o resplendent mansion. Within here, It resides. Before it finds you, you shall be utterly lost in the machinations of your own mind.
No followers find this god----or any that choose to support find themselves lost. It refuses to grow, contradicts nature itself. Yet it still sits there, waiting. Biding its infinitely fleeting time. Soon. Never.
Inachus senses something in the air. The god of seas and prophecies knows something is off, sees the timelines changing. “Come out.” He whispers from the beach he holds so dear. Perhaps an ally would be of use. Perhaps it was finally time to meet some gods with an open mind. His mind flits to the demigod he created. He failed to track them down, perhaps with allies he could find them.
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Sarlok flies down next to them. "Hello briz"
Bríz nods to their citizens to clear out of the center of the city, and then they smile at Sarlok. “Sarlok.” They greet. “Look at all the people in my city. Look at how they thrive.”
"Lovely. Two bits of news. One, I have enough power for a fortress, and I've brought my children" they gesture at a mass of air genasi outside the gates
“Excellent. Let us create the fortress. Perhaps we should also… bind ourselves. Make a pantheon. Another speech comes, then? I despise speeches.”
"Let me. A pantheon sounds excellent, although we might want more members" they raise their hands, and a storm begins brewing. "Mortals! Lend me your ears! Long have you suffered, barley containing the threats of the forest, but no longer! Mighty warriors sutch as these" they point to the scale constructs "should be defending someplace a little more fortified, don't you think?" The crowd cheers. No one knows it, but sarlok is amping up their desire, their passion for safety, and xenophobia against the forest. Sarlok flaps their wings, and flies into the storm, taking their true form. A thousand-foot long serpent made of storm clouds, with five hundred pairs of wings. The serpent dives down, and curls up on the ground, fast as lightning, before uncurling and flying back up, leaving a jagged mountain riddled with caves where it once curled. It circles the peak some more, and a storm brews. A different kind of storm. This one doesn't expel lightning, but pure bolts of divine light. The serpent dives towards where sarlok was standing, and transforms back.
-20 for the mountain, +16 followers
-49 for the storm, +32 followers
2 cp remaining.
Bríz whispers something into Sarlok’s ear. “The warriors are for a trade. Otherwise, good speech.”
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Samir, Bríz, Inachus, Aega, and Kalaposi and I may introduce a new character (not a god cause I’m satisfied with my current gods)*
Bríz stands before their people. “Today, I make an alliance that shall last a very long time. Today, we grow into a nation that will be feared.” A group of people pull out a wheelbarrow full of Angelic Drakon scales, and Bríz begins to cast light onto them. The Angelic Drakon scales turn into four medium sized beings, shining different colors. Their eyes are wide, sentient.
19 (sentient (1 due to connected), medium, demihuman (constructs), warforged or autognomes, your choice Void, or you can make a whole new race.) Halved down to 10 due to Lifebearer and Bríz now has two CP left.
6 follower dice. D6’s now because of category 3.
23
Lux Imperius watches the crowd from above, flying on golden wings.
Bríz notices Lulu and nods to her. “Our deal comes soon.” They mouth.
She smiles, and simply comtinues to watch. *Question. After a deal is made, can someone sink more points into the binding thing? Like, if a deal was made for 2, could it later be modified by the maker to instead cost 4? Also, does the maker of the deal need to pay anything to end it?*
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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!
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*If it allows. Use any pronouns. Begin, and I shall observe.*
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
But tell me, did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?
|------extended sig------|
Yuki appears somewhat near them, or is it far, distance is confusing in a place like this.
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"Let me. A pantheon sounds excellent, although we might want more members" they raise their hands, and a storm begins brewing. "Mortals! Lend me your ears! Long have you suffered, barley containing the threats of the forest, but no longer! Mighty warriors sutch as these" they point to the scale constructs "should be defending someplace a little more fortified, don't you think?" The crowd cheers. No one knows it, but sarlok is amping up their desire, their passion for safety, and xenophobia against the forest. Sarlok flaps their wings, and flies into the storm, taking their true form. A thousand-foot long serpent made of storm clouds, with five hundred pairs of wings. The serpent dives down, and curls up on the ground, fast as lightning, before uncurling and flying back up, leaving a jagged mountain riddled with caves where it once curled. It circles the peak some more, and a storm brews. A different kind of storm. This one doesn't expel lightning, but pure bolts of divine light. The serpent dives towards where sarlok was standing, and transforms back.
-20 for the mountain, +16 followers
-49 for the storm, +32 followers
2 cp remaining.
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
A shadow sits at some distance from them. Yuki's depth perception is confusing----at moments they are close, right in front of them, but at others, they're so far that they're just a pinprick.
"Who enters my domain?" one asks. A voice, gravelly and coarse, protruding from some unearthly organ that makes vibration into noise.
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
But tell me, did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?
|------extended sig------|
*dang stuffs happening huh*
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!
"My name is Yuki, who's domain is this?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Well tgat sounds depressing. Everyone should be in the mood for jokes!”
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!
"Does it truly matter?" Then, perceptions shift----now, the figure is directly in front of Yuki. Reclined in a seated position, but with no visible chair, they appear to be a very strange person.
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
But tell me, did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?
|------extended sig------|
Lux Imperius watches the crowd from above, flying on golden wings.
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!
"I need your help with something."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“With what?”
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!
"Maybe I should rephrase the question, who are you?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
Bríz whispers something into Sarlok’s ear. “The warriors are for a trade. Otherwise, good speech.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
Bríz notices Lulu and nods to her. “Our deal comes soon.” They mouth.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I am me. I am I, myself. Is there more description needed?"
Wes (i/d/g/a/f)
But tell me, did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?
|------extended sig------|
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"(Gp)"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"First, have you made a deal with Lux Imperius?"
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
She smiles, and simply comtinues to watch. *Question. After a deal is made, can someone sink more points into the binding thing? Like, if a deal was made for 2, could it later be modified by the maker to instead cost 4? Also, does the maker of the deal need to pay anything to end it?*
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!