Shush, Ascended. Your world had twice as many eons I may count before my son even thought of ending it.
But your son has wanted to end this one for centuries!
Which I am preventing. Why do you persist in this destructive pursuit of vengeance?
Because my people were killed because of how they worshipped!
Your people were not killed. They still linger with me.
As DEAD souls you will morph into unrecognizable stars!
Yes. Eventually they themselves will be deities of their own right. What is wrong with that, Ascended?
Our home was destroyed and turned into an empty red rock! No amount of power will replace that lost!
Yes, but are you not the one who gave the rousing speech of how home is with its people? I believe that was before I first contacted you, was it not?
Yes, on both accounts. But that still does not change my point. They are separated, and thus no home is kept, literally nor metaphorically.
They still may speak with each other. All the deities I watch over may speak with each other. Those of your people already turned to beacons have found each other quite quickly.
Then why keep me around? I’m hardly a last of my kind if they remember our world and could even recreate it.
You are one of the few to have been able to perceive me, Ascended. You and the dragon are the only in this part of the Astral Sea. I would care to keep your abilities alive and see how advance they become.
So we’re experiments to you?
No, no, dear Ascended. Your sun was an experiment. You are the desired byproduct. A mortal with potential to become a god, without the Night’s influence.
I still believe this new world of yours is a disgrace. Ten millennia and no intelligence in any life. Hardly any life to begin with.
It took a hundred millennia before your ancestors started using sticks. Patience, dear Ascended.
I despise you and all you stand for, ቻዪቹረረል! I will have vengeance one day.
And that is why the dragon roams free and you live in my jewel.
I will escape. I have a fragment of my prison to hone my strength.
One day you may escape, but if you do with what I gave you, then I know you truly do not have the power I hope for.
Must you always be so ambiguous?
No, but I do enjoy being so with you. Besides, you may be right about this world. That it will be a failure. Your people nearly made it to the Astral Era, and this has not yet reached the Wooden. But know that we must wait for these decisions, young Ascended.
Shush, Ascended. Your world had twice as many eons I may count before my son even thought of ending it.
But your son has wanted to end this one for centuries!
Which I am preventing. Why do you persist in this destructive pursuit of vengeance?
Because my people were killed because of how they worshipped!
Your people were not killed. They still linger with me.
As DEAD souls you will morph into unrecognizable stars!
Yes. Eventually they themselves will be deities of their own right. What is wrong with that, Ascended?
Our home was destroyed and turned into an empty red rock! No amount of power will replace that lost!
Yes, but are you not the one who gave the rousing speech of how home is with its people? I believe that was before I first contacted you, was it not?
Yes, on both accounts. But that still does not change my point. They are separated, and thus no home is kept, literally nor metaphorically.
They still may speak with each other. All the deities I watch over may speak with each other. Those of your people already turned to beacons have found each other quite quickly.
Then why keep me around? I’m hardly a last of my kind if they remember our world and could even recreate it.
You are one of the few to have been able to perceive me, Ascended. You and the dragon are the only in this part of the Astral Sea. I would care to keep your abilities alive and see how advance they become.
So we’re experiments to you?
No, no, dear Ascended. Your sun was an experiment. You are the desired byproduct. A mortal with potential to become a god, without the Night’s influence.
I still believe this new world of yours is a disgrace. Ten millennia and no intelligence in any life. Hardly any life to begin with.
It took a hundred millennia before your ancestors started using sticks. Patience, dear Ascended.
I despise you and all you stand for, ቻዪቹረረል! I will have vengeance one day.
And that is why the dragon roams free and you live in my jewel.
I will escape. I have a fragment of my prison to hone my strength.
One day you may escape, but if you do with what I gave you, then I know you truly do not have the power I hope for.
Must you always be so ambiguous?
No, but I do enjoy being so with you. Besides, you may be right about this world. That it will be a failure. Your people nearly made it to the Astral Era, and this has not yet reached the Wooden. But know that we must wait for these decisions, young Ascended.
ꅐꑀ ꂵꌈꈜꋖ ꅐꁲ꒐ꋖ ꁲꃔꀷ ꅐꁲꋖꏳꁝ.
Wat
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My name is sirpengthegood, and im extremely cultured (atleast in videogames and stuff), and Ive been playing DND since I was 11. I have my own dnd campaign universe, set in its own universe, being dubbed as the ''Choloredverse'' (although its setting is mostly similar to forgotten realms).
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Shush, Ascended. Your world had twice as many eons I may count before my son even thought of ending it.
But your son has wanted to end this one for centuries!
Which I am preventing. Why do you persist in this destructive pursuit of vengeance?
Because my people were killed because of how they worshipped!
Your people were not killed. They still linger with me.
As DEAD souls you will morph into unrecognizable stars!
Yes. Eventually they themselves will be deities of their own right. What is wrong with that, Ascended?
Our home was destroyed and turned into an empty red rock! No amount of power will replace that lost!
Yes, but are you not the one who gave the rousing speech of how home is with its people? I believe that was before I first contacted you, was it not?
Yes, on both accounts. But that still does not change my point. They are separated, and thus no home is kept, literally nor metaphorically.
They still may speak with each other. All the deities I watch over may speak with each other. Those of your people already turned to beacons have found each other quite quickly.
Then why keep me around? I’m hardly a last of my kind if they remember our world and could even recreate it.
You are one of the few to have been able to perceive me, Ascended. You and the dragon are the only in this part of the Astral Sea. I would care to keep your abilities alive and see how advance they become.
So we’re experiments to you?
No, no, dear Ascended. Your sun was an experiment. You are the desired byproduct. A mortal with potential to become a god, without the Night’s influence.
I still believe this new world of yours is a disgrace. Ten millennia and no intelligence in any life. Hardly any life to begin with.
It took a hundred millennia before your ancestors started using sticks. Patience, dear Ascended.
I despise you and all you stand for, ቻዪቹረረል! I will have vengeance one day.
And that is why the dragon roams free and you live in my jewel.
I will escape. I have a fragment of my prison to hone my strength.
One day you may escape, but if you do with what I gave you, then I know you truly do not have the power I hope for.
Must you always be so ambiguous?
No, but I do enjoy being so with you. Besides, you may be right about this world. That it will be a failure. Your people nearly made it to the Astral Era, and this has not yet reached the Wooden. But know that we must wait for these decisions, young Ascended.
ꅐꑀ ꂵꌈꈜꋖ ꅐꁲ꒐ꋖ ꁲꃔꀷ ꅐꁲꋖꏳꁝ.
Wat
What was that? Is this dragon of your’s here?
No, silly Ascended. It seems our failure does not follow the title you so swiftly gave it. A creature of this world calls to us.
You are joking?
I am glad I am not. Do you not remember your first interaction with me.
Yes, you and your son were plotting my death.
Half a discussion that lacks context, and hardly relevant now. Tell me, Sir Peng the Good, what do you wish to be known as?
If someone was a dumb half-orc barbarian, and reincarnate was cast on them to turn them into a rock gnome, would they become smart and gain the ability to tinker, because all that changed was their body, not their mind, so why would their mind staying the same change their intelligence?
If someone was a dumb half-orc barbarian, and reincarnate was cast on them to turn them into a rock gnome, would they become smart and gain the ability to tinker, because all that changed was their body, not their mind, so why would their mind staying the same change their intelligence?
No, because reincarnate changes your essence, both body and mind. You gain both the physical and mental features of your new species. You’re still you, but now you’re a rock gnome, not an orc.
But that’s an interesting question. What do you all think?
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
agreed
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
It is a failure I tell you! A FAILURE!
Shush, Ascended. Your world had twice as many eons I may count before my son even thought of ending it.
But your son has wanted to end this one for centuries!
Which I am preventing. Why do you persist in this destructive pursuit of vengeance?
Because my people were killed because of how they worshipped!
Your people were not killed. They still linger with me.
As DEAD souls you will morph into unrecognizable stars!
Yes. Eventually they themselves will be deities of their own right. What is wrong with that, Ascended?
Our home was destroyed and turned into an empty red rock! No amount of power will replace that lost!
Yes, but are you not the one who gave the rousing speech of how home is with its people? I believe that was before I first contacted you, was it not?
Yes, on both accounts. But that still does not change my point. They are separated, and thus no home is kept, literally nor metaphorically.
They still may speak with each other. All the deities I watch over may speak with each other. Those of your people already turned to beacons have found each other quite quickly.
Then why keep me around? I’m hardly a last of my kind if they remember our world and could even recreate it.
You are one of the few to have been able to perceive me, Ascended. You and the dragon are the only in this part of the Astral Sea. I would care to keep your abilities alive and see how advance they become.
So we’re experiments to you?
No, no, dear Ascended. Your sun was an experiment. You are the desired byproduct. A mortal with potential to become a god, without the Night’s influence.
I still believe this new world of yours is a disgrace. Ten millennia and no intelligence in any life. Hardly any life to begin with.
It took a hundred millennia before your ancestors started using sticks. Patience, dear Ascended.
I despise you and all you stand for, ቻዪቹረረል! I will have vengeance one day.
And that is why the dragon roams free and you live in my jewel.
I will escape. I have a fragment of my prison to hone my strength.
One day you may escape, but if you do with what I gave you, then I know you truly do not have the power I hope for.
Must you always be so ambiguous?
No, but I do enjoy being so with you. Besides, you may be right about this world. That it will be a failure. Your people nearly made it to the Astral Era, and this has not yet reached the Wooden. But know that we must wait for these decisions, young Ascended.
ꅐꑀ ꂵꌈꈜꋖ ꅐꁲ꒐ꋖ ꁲꃔꀷ ꅐꁲꋖꏳꁝ.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Wat
My name is sirpengthegood, and im extremely cultured (atleast in videogames and stuff), and Ive been playing DND since I was 11. I have my own dnd campaign universe, set in its own universe, being dubbed as the ''Choloredverse'' (although its setting is mostly similar to forgotten realms).
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What was that? Is this dragon of your’s here?
No, silly Ascended. It seems our failure does not follow the title you so swiftly gave it. A creature of this world calls to us.
You are joking?
I am glad I am not. Do you not remember your first interaction with me.
Yes, you and your son were plotting my death.
Half a discussion that lacks context, and hardly relevant now. Tell me, Sir Peng the Good, what do you wish to be known as?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Will the winner come out before GTA VI?
Hi, sorry for disappearing I had a thing and forgot to mention it
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Hi, how are you?
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Good. Got a haircut, went to a friend's house a bit ago, having good times before THE RECKONING.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Oh, cool!
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
If someone was a dumb half-orc barbarian, and reincarnate was cast on them to turn them into a rock gnome, would they become smart and gain the ability to tinker, because all that changed was their body, not their mind, so why would their mind staying the same change their intelligence?
No, because reincarnate changes your essence, both body and mind. You gain both the physical and mental features of your new species. You’re still you, but now you’re a rock gnome, not an orc.
But that’s an interesting question. What do you all think?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).