She tilts her hooded head "and what would such a alliance entail?" She seems to be considering it, as she shifted, The Constructs machines hummed louder
"We fight together, you dont attack me,you supply me resources"
*realizing that I haven't done an intro* *realizing that I don't know how to do one* oh no
*do you want help? I feel like intros do NOT have to be big, but I usually describe appearance, have a bit of dialogue, say what they're doing, and occasionally some flavor text if they're incredibly powerful/have a plotline.*
Yeah I have an idea but I suck at phrasing lol
*Alr! What are you thinking for action/appearance? That's generally the core of it and what I start with.*
As you might know, my god is the god of nothingness and the void, so I imagine he looks mostly pitch black and just generally uncanny, like you're looking at the event horizon of a black hole. Here's like a draft or something:
There is a hiccup in reality, and for a brief moment, anyone with the ability to sense the supernatural would get a sense of... something, some part of the world simply... vanishing. Ceasing to be. Not being replaced with something else, but being replaced with Nothing.
*I think that works, but if you want more, I'd suggest adding the addition of territory (he's nature, right?) and then a possible absence of a figure, so like maybe a shadow without a form or a form without a shadow.*
ooh good idea! btw tysm for being so welcoming! You're a great forum host.
Full intro now I think:
There is a hiccup in reality, and for a brief moment, anyone with the ability to sense the supernatural would get a sense of... something, some part of the world simply... vanishing. Ceasing to be. Not being replaced with something else, but being replaced with Nothing. Spreading out from the origin of this strange phenomenon is an eerie blackness, flooding across the ground, warping it, altering it and erasing it. By the time it's over, there is 90 sqft of ink-black... substance? It's hard to tell if there's really anything there at all. At the center of all of this there lies a... shadow? Yet it is not quite flat. Or... is it? The longer you were to look at this, the more confused you would be. This won't do. The "shadow" reforms, gaining "limbs" and a "face", even a personality and a name, Aikyros. All of this created to bind him to this world.
oh also I'm going to roll my daily CP dice now: 4
*np np, I’m just hoping for some people to tell cool stories with :)*
She tilts her hooded head "and what would such a alliance entail?" She seems to be considering it, as she shifted, The Constructs machines hummed louder
"We fight together, you dont attack me,you supply me resources"
"Hm. I see. Well, since it doesn't seem like it will negatively effect me, I shall agree" (is he like currently examining the rifle/blueprints?)
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Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
"What the-?" she begins walking to the forest
“I simply did a bit of resurrection. I feel strength coursing through me. Do you feel more powerful as well?”
The forest gets treacherous the closer she gets to it. Eventually, she reaches a wall of brambles, marking the entrance to the forest. The stench of death surrounds it.
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
"What the-?" she begins walking to the forest
“I simply did a bit of resurrection. I feel strength coursing through me. Do you feel more powerful as well?”
The forest gets treacherous the closer she gets to it. Eventually, she reaches a wall of brambles, marking the entrance to the forest. The stench of death surrounds it.
"Oh yes. The serpent's mount will be made anew soon"
She cuts through the brambles with the spear. "That smell... I know this smell..."
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
*realizing that I haven't done an intro* *realizing that I don't know how to do one* oh no
*do you want help? I feel like intros do NOT have to be big, but I usually describe appearance, have a bit of dialogue, say what they're doing, and occasionally some flavor text if they're incredibly powerful/have a plotline.*
Yeah I have an idea but I suck at phrasing lol
*Alr! What are you thinking for action/appearance? That's generally the core of it and what I start with.*
As you might know, my god is the god of nothingness and the void, so I imagine he looks mostly pitch black and just generally uncanny, like you're looking at the event horizon of a black hole. Here's like a draft or something:
There is a hiccup in reality, and for a brief moment, anyone with the ability to sense the supernatural would get a sense of... something, some part of the world simply... vanishing. Ceasing to be. Not being replaced with something else, but being replaced with Nothing.
*I think that works, but if you want more, I'd suggest adding the addition of territory (he's nature, right?) and then a possible absence of a figure, so like maybe a shadow without a form or a form without a shadow.*
ooh good idea! btw tysm for being so welcoming! You're a great forum host.
Full intro now I think:
There is a hiccup in reality, and for a brief moment, anyone with the ability to sense the supernatural would get a sense of... something, some part of the world simply... vanishing. Ceasing to be. Not being replaced with something else, but being replaced with Nothing. Spreading out from the origin of this strange phenomenon is an eerie blackness, flooding across the ground, warping it, altering it and erasing it. By the time it's over, there is 90 sqft of ink-black... substance? It's hard to tell if there's really anything there at all. At the center of all of this there lies a... shadow? Yet it is not quite flat. Or... is it? The longer you were to look at this, the more confused you would be. This won't do. The "shadow" reforms, gaining "limbs" and a "face", even a personality and a name, Aikyros. All of this created to bind him to this world.
oh also I'm going to roll my daily CP dice now: 4
*np np, I’m just hoping for some people to tell cool stories with :)*
Well good job.
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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: 9 AP: 5 F: 6
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
"What the-?" she begins walking to the forest
“I simply did a bit of resurrection. I feel strength coursing through me. Do you feel more powerful as well?”
The forest gets treacherous the closer she gets to it. Eventually, she reaches a wall of brambles, marking the entrance to the forest. The stench of death surrounds it.
"Oh yes. The serpent's mount will be made anew soon"
She cuts through the brambles with the spear. "That smell... I know this smell..."
“Excellent. Should we arrange festivities?”
The vines ooze out a strange liquid with a weird scent. She feels that it would probably be best to avoid the liquid.
DEITY creates a species of flying scavenger bugs (-1)
Sarlok creates a new weather pattern, yearly, month long monsoons, dotted with small storms of radiance, churning the clouds in their thunder serpent form (-15) (large miracle), gaining 28 followers, and growing to category 2
Kather wanders the warped landscape she has created
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
"What the-?" she begins walking to the forest
“I simply did a bit of resurrection. I feel strength coursing through me. Do you feel more powerful as well?”
The forest gets treacherous the closer she gets to it. Eventually, she reaches a wall of brambles, marking the entrance to the forest. The stench of death surrounds it.
"Oh yes. The serpent's mount will be made anew soon"
She cuts through the brambles with the spear. "That smell... I know this smell..."
“Excellent. Should we arrange festivities?”
The vines ooze out a strange liquid with a weird scent. She feels that it would probably be best to avoid the liquid.
*oop uhhh this isn’t reaper, new god.*
"Once it's made, of course. I adore parties"
*I am sitting on a big three creation points after creating fantasy monsoons, so it might be a bit until I get 20*
She sets her jaw, and continues forging on, avoiding the liquid.
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Seemingly from everywhere and nowhere, the ticking of a clock began... Getting louder and louder, as the ground began to grow, plants sprouting, growing... And growing, some dying, some just keeping going, forests sprouting and growing into towering woods in seconds. The entire area had an odd sheen, like the wood and leaves were almost... Metallic, though other than the sheen seemed otherwise normal. Soon a pop echoes through the area, and a figure appears, in a gold, black and blue suit, a top hat settled on his head, gears and ticking clocks on it, as well as a clock swinging from his pocket, and one eye replaced with another clock, gears visibly ticking behind his eye socket. (If anyone wants to rp, let me know)
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Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
Seemingly from everywhere and nowhere, the ticking of a clock began... Getting louder and louder, as the ground began to grow, plants sprouting, growing... And growing, some dying, some just keeping going, forests sprouting and growing into towering woods in seconds. The entire area had an odd sheen, like the wood and leaves were almost... Metallic, though other than the sheen seemed otherwise normal. Soon a pop echoes through the area, and a figure appears, in a gold, black and blue suit, a top hat settled on his head, gears and ticking clocks on it, as well as a clock swinging from his pocket, and one eye replaced with another clock, gears visibly ticking behind his eye socket. (If anyone wants to rp, let me know)
ooooo I'd love to later
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
As Ignis resumes research on the rifle Ignis feels watched "Who is there?"
A single eye peels open in midair, a voice echoing from it. "Me."
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
"We fight together, you dont attack me,you supply me resources"
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*np np, I’m just hoping for some people to tell cool stories with :)*
he/they
"Hm. I see. Well, since it doesn't seem like it will negatively effect me, I shall agree" (is he like currently examining the rifle/blueprints?)
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Bríz flies up to Sarlok. “Quite the interesting miracle here.”
In the distance, Kather notices a forest of warped trees.
he/they
*anyone wanna rp?*
he/they
"I thought I should give a reminder of divine power"
"What the-?" she begins walking to the forest
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“I simply did a bit of resurrection. I feel strength coursing through me. Do you feel more powerful as well?”
The forest gets treacherous the closer she gets to it. Eventually, she reaches a wall of brambles, marking the entrance to the forest. The stench of death surrounds it.
he/they
"Oh yes. The serpent's mount will be made anew soon"
She cuts through the brambles with the spear. "That smell... I know this smell..."
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*anyone want to RP?*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
Well good job.
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: 9 AP: 5 F: 6
“Excellent. Should we arrange festivities?”
The vines ooze out a strange liquid with a weird scent. She feels that it would probably be best to avoid the liquid.
*oop uhhh this isn’t reaper, new god.*
he/they
*Me*
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"Once it's made, of course. I adore parties"
*I am sitting on a big three creation points after creating fantasy monsoons, so it might be a bit until I get 20*
She sets her jaw, and continues forging on, avoiding the liquid.
*A'ight. I imagine it's the same smell tho*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*oki! would you like to intro or should I?*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
*I will*
As Ignis resumes research on the rifle Ignis feels watched "Who is there?"
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Seemingly from everywhere and nowhere, the ticking of a clock began... Getting louder and louder, as the ground began to grow, plants sprouting, growing... And growing, some dying, some just keeping going, forests sprouting and growing into towering woods in seconds. The entire area had an odd sheen, like the wood and leaves were almost... Metallic, though other than the sheen seemed otherwise normal. Soon a pop echoes through the area, and a figure appears, in a gold, black and blue suit, a top hat settled on his head, gears and ticking clocks on it, as well as a clock swinging from his pocket, and one eye replaced with another clock, gears visibly ticking behind his eye socket. (If anyone wants to rp, let me know)
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
ooooo I'd love to later
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
A single eye peels open in midair, a voice echoing from it. "Me."
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
*:p*
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