The figure paused, looking down, before floating to the ground, landing gently, the grass growing faster around him "hello! Who might you be?"
"Ignis and this is my friend nymph"
"The Nymphmother. Pleasure to meet you; to what name and domain am I greeting?" She holds out a hand.
The figure grins "I'm tempus, god of time" he shakes her hand, before offering his hand to ignus as well
Ignis shakes his hand
She looks to the handshake. "I see. Tempus, as of now, what might've the God of Time made?"
"Nothing other than the home for my followers. I'm waiting, after all, the ticking of time never stops, but you can always choose the right time to do something"
"Tis true." She simply nods.
"And what have you two made? For your followers or otherwise"
"I have made the obsidian forest, godsteel, mono, blueprints to a firearm and more"
"Oh cool. Firearms from the construct or another source? If it's not from the construct I suggest you go there for blueprints as well, as they are quite ahead of this world"
"I have made my nymphlings and the Nasdar pond."
"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
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FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
The figure paused, looking down, before floating to the ground, landing gently, the grass growing faster around him "hello! Who might you be?"
"Ignis and this is my friend nymph"
"The Nymphmother. Pleasure to meet you; to what name and domain am I greeting?" She holds out a hand.
The figure grins "I'm tempus, god of time" he shakes her hand, before offering his hand to ignus as well
Ignis shakes his hand
She looks to the handshake. "I see. Tempus, as of now, what might've the God of Time made?"
"Nothing other than the home for my followers. I'm waiting, after all, the ticking of time never stops, but you can always choose the right time to do something"
"Tis true." She simply nods.
"And what have you two made? For your followers or otherwise"
"I have made the obsidian forest, godsteel, mono, blueprints to a firearm and more"
"Oh cool. Firearms from the construct or another source? If it's not from the construct I suggest you go there for blueprints as well, as they are quite ahead of this world"
"I have made my nymphlings and the Nasdar pond."
"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
The figure paused, looking down, before floating to the ground, landing gently, the grass growing faster around him "hello! Who might you be?"
"Ignis and this is my friend nymph"
"The Nymphmother. Pleasure to meet you; to what name and domain am I greeting?" She holds out a hand.
The figure grins "I'm tempus, god of time" he shakes her hand, before offering his hand to ignus as well
Ignis shakes his hand
She looks to the handshake. "I see. Tempus, as of now, what might've the God of Time made?"
"Nothing other than the home for my followers. I'm waiting, after all, the ticking of time never stops, but you can always choose the right time to do something"
"Tis true." She simply nods.
"And what have you two made? For your followers or otherwise"
"I have made the obsidian forest, godsteel, mono, blueprints to a firearm and more"
"Oh cool. Firearms from the construct or another source? If it's not from the construct I suggest you go there for blueprints as well, as they are quite ahead of this world"
"I have made my nymphlings and the Nasdar pond."
"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
The figure paused, looking down, before floating to the ground, landing gently, the grass growing faster around him "hello! Who might you be?"
"Ignis and this is my friend nymph"
"The Nymphmother. Pleasure to meet you; to what name and domain am I greeting?" She holds out a hand.
The figure grins "I'm tempus, god of time" he shakes her hand, before offering his hand to ignus as well
Ignis shakes his hand
She looks to the handshake. "I see. Tempus, as of now, what might've the God of Time made?"
"Nothing other than the home for my followers. I'm waiting, after all, the ticking of time never stops, but you can always choose the right time to do something"
"Tis true." She simply nods.
"And what have you two made? For your followers or otherwise"
"I have made the obsidian forest, godsteel, mono, blueprints to a firearm and more"
"Oh cool. Firearms from the construct or another source? If it's not from the construct I suggest you go there for blueprints as well, as they are quite ahead of this world"
"I have made my nymphlings and the Nasdar pond."
"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
The figure paused, looking down, before floating to the ground, landing gently, the grass growing faster around him "hello! Who might you be?"
"Ignis and this is my friend nymph"
"The Nymphmother. Pleasure to meet you; to what name and domain am I greeting?" She holds out a hand.
The figure grins "I'm tempus, god of time" he shakes her hand, before offering his hand to ignus as well
Ignis shakes his hand
She looks to the handshake. "I see. Tempus, as of now, what might've the God of Time made?"
"Nothing other than the home for my followers. I'm waiting, after all, the ticking of time never stops, but you can always choose the right time to do something"
"Tis true." She simply nods.
"And what have you two made? For your followers or otherwise"
"I have made the obsidian forest, godsteel, mono, blueprints to a firearm and more"
"Oh cool. Firearms from the construct or another source? If it's not from the construct I suggest you go there for blueprints as well, as they are quite ahead of this world"
"I have made my nymphlings and the Nasdar pond."
"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
DEITY creates more and more. Another kind of bug, this one a spider-analogue. A small, burrowing, noodly mammal, a songbird with the most beautiful song (-3). (Wait a second, none of DEITY's creations require a statblock besides it's humans!)
Sarlok lazily sips wine on their cloud, marshalling their power
Kather, the butchering finished, sits calmly in the garden. It occurs to her that her followers could use housing, and so she creates. Nothing fancy, a few simple wooden homes capable of housing a few people. (-6)
Thymacchia sets down her stage outside of bríz' village, and prepares for a show
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
*ooooh alr.*
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
*ooooh alr.*
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
Bríz grabs one of the flyers, glancing at it. They fly over, curious.
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
*ooooh alr.*
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
Bríz grabs one of the flyers, glancing at it. They fly over, curious.
Several villagers are in attendance as well, as the curtains open, revealing actors made of sand, and the star being a humanoid woman dressed in flowing silks and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. However, her dress moves... Strangely. There's more than two legs under there. The lights come up, and the show begins.
The story is a melodrama of seven siblings, endlessly reincarnating in new worlds, and all their loves, betrayals, and triumphs. However, that's not the most interesting part.
As briz watches, the star slowly changes form. Her silks become more feather like. The dress changes style to match that of the villagers. Still lavish and elegant, but familiar. Most striking, however, is the mask. It changes and morphs, and you recognize the features it duplicates. That of the villagers, and even yourself. As you scan the enraptured audience, their faces become plainer. Their clothes loose what makes them interesting. You seem to be unharmed. As the actors bow and the curtain closes, you overhear the villagers talking about how familiar she seemed. Like something you remember forgetting. (-2)
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
*ooooh alr.*
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
Bríz grabs one of the flyers, glancing at it. They fly over, curious.
Several villagers are in attendance as well, as the curtains open, revealing actors made of sand, and the star being a humanoid woman dressed in flowing silks and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. However, her dress moves... Strangely. There's more than two legs under there. The lights come up, and the show begins.
The story is a melodrama of seven siblings, endlessly reincarnating in new worlds, and all their loves, betrayals, and triumphs. However, that's not the most interesting part.
As briz watches, the star slowly changes form. Her silks become more feather like. The dress changes style to match that of the villagers. Still lavish and elegant, but familiar. Most striking, however, is the mask. It changes and morphs, and you recognize the features it duplicates. That of the villagers, and even yourself. As you scan the enraptured audience, their faces become plainer. Their clothes loose what makes them interesting. You seem to be unharmed. As the actors bow and the curtain closes, you overhear the villagers talking about how familiar she seemed. Like something you remember forgetting. (-2)
Bríz frowns. Something about the woman did seem familiar, but not in the same way that the villagers were thinking. They wander backstage, looking for the woman.
He/Him Fan of D&D, Greek/Roman mythology, Reading, Glitch Productions, and all sorts of video games. Somewhat active on Twist the Wish. Amateur pixel/3D artist (PM me if you want me to make you anything) Also active on God's Vision: CP: 20 AP: 5 F: 6
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
*ooooh alr.*
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
Bríz grabs one of the flyers, glancing at it. They fly over, curious.
Several villagers are in attendance as well, as the curtains open, revealing actors made of sand, and the star being a humanoid woman dressed in flowing silks and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. However, her dress moves... Strangely. There's more than two legs under there. The lights come up, and the show begins.
The story is a melodrama of seven siblings, endlessly reincarnating in new worlds, and all their loves, betrayals, and triumphs. However, that's not the most interesting part.
As briz watches, the star slowly changes form. Her silks become more feather like. The dress changes style to match that of the villagers. Still lavish and elegant, but familiar. Most striking, however, is the mask. It changes and morphs, and you recognize the features it duplicates. That of the villagers, and even yourself. As you scan the enraptured audience, their faces become plainer. Their clothes loose what makes them interesting. You seem to be unharmed. As the actors bow and the curtain closes, you overhear the villagers talking about how familiar she seemed. Like something you remember forgetting. (-2)
Bríz frowns. Something about the woman did seem familiar, but not in the same way that the villagers were thinking. They wander backstage, looking for the woman.
The sand actors are nowhere to be found, and you do find thymacchia's dressing room. It has a star on the door
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"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
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"Interesting. I just have hoomans. Simple, intelligent, and progressive, even with their short lives, perfect example of time cut short but used well"
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
"I see."
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"My finest creation was my first,the fire gensi"
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"People made of fire, correct?"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Night. Have fun y'all.*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"No,people infused with the essence of fire"
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*cya*
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DEITY creates more and more. Another kind of bug, this one a spider-analogue. A small, burrowing, noodly mammal, a songbird with the most beautiful song (-3). (Wait a second, none of DEITY's creations require a statblock besides it's humans!)
Sarlok lazily sips wine on their cloud, marshalling their power
Kather, the butchering finished, sits calmly in the garden. It occurs to her that her followers could use housing, and so she creates. Nothing fancy, a few simple wooden homes capable of housing a few people. (-6)
Thymacchia sets down her stage outside of bríz' village, and prepares for a show
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Bríz: 6 + 3
Percival: 4 + 15
Quintin: 11 + 1
Eden: 8 + 15
PS: 8 + 17
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*due to diviner, that 8 for PS is doubled.*
*Eden spends 20 CP to level up to C3*
Territory increase roll: 6 + 3
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*anyone wanna rp?*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*Thymacchia's stage is parked outside bríz village if you want to do anything about that*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*ooooh alr.*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
A stage has appeared outside bríz' village. It's badly water damaged. The curtains are closed before the show. Flyers advertising "the great thymacchia, starring in a new opera" begin to appear in the village. (-2)
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Bríz grabs one of the flyers, glancing at it. They fly over, curious.
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
Several villagers are in attendance as well, as the curtains open, revealing actors made of sand, and the star being a humanoid woman dressed in flowing silks and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. However, her dress moves... Strangely. There's more than two legs under there. The lights come up, and the show begins.
The story is a melodrama of seven siblings, endlessly reincarnating in new worlds, and all their loves, betrayals, and triumphs. However, that's not the most interesting part.
As briz watches, the star slowly changes form. Her silks become more feather like. The dress changes style to match that of the villagers. Still lavish and elegant, but familiar. Most striking, however, is the mask. It changes and morphs, and you recognize the features it duplicates. That of the villagers, and even yourself. As you scan the enraptured audience, their faces become plainer. Their clothes loose what makes them interesting. You seem to be unharmed. As the actors bow and the curtain closes, you overhear the villagers talking about how familiar she seemed. Like something you remember forgetting. (-2)
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Bríz frowns. Something about the woman did seem familiar, but not in the same way that the villagers were thinking. They wander backstage, looking for the woman.
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
what
He/Him
Fan of D&D, Greek/Roman mythology, Reading, Glitch Productions, and all sorts of video games.
Somewhat active on Twist the Wish.
Amateur pixel/3D artist (PM me if you want me to make you anything)
Also active on God's Vision: CP: 20 AP: 5 F: 6
The sand actors are nowhere to be found, and you do find thymacchia's dressing room. It has a star on the door
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they