milksoda

One hundred barrels of salt as reparations and no less.

Lilith Euler can't wait for Eulersberg!

hooray!

rad

The Tanuki lofted that parchment upward a singular hand resting behind her head as she remain suspended upon the air itself. Her being covered in oddly hued flour. Her lazed mannerisms present in her tone, as she read over that familiar wish - one she had heard many times before. "The Owl? Actin' good? That's my thing!" she mused to no one in particular "Meh, I knew he'd turn around eventually!" beamed that joyous entity as she procure comically sized hammer. "A good excuse for a break as any!" she'd exclaim as she send one last fervent swing into a pound of rice flour - a favor for an old friend. Before that cosmic vagabond did soar off, in search of the Wise Brother.

my anvil god is real unlike dwarves

and we'll do it again too - Anvilhead

Jenny awoke in striped purple nightcap - thudding upon her bed frame as she gasp! "Oh no! Poor bats! They must be sick!" exclaimed that dancer. The eccentric poofed into her adventuring gear, hopping out of bed as she set off to find the antidote before it can spread to descendant-kind!

fish peepul..........yea!

yeah.🤙

Upon the cosmic vagabond’s first contact with the tome did the world seemingly distort and twist, becoming glazed in citrine hues. The following are a loose collection of journal entries and notes, labelled numerically. The parchment is pungent and covered in sour juice. Ena Lamm | C-1: “My miscalculation has landed me somewhere far from the Tuppered Grove. The chance to rest and jot down my thoughts has presented itself too late for comfort. I’ve been here only 4 days and have been sustaining off my own rations, four smashed food-sticks I had left at the bottom of my satchel. . .I have come equipped for a civilized dimension and it has left me horribly unprepared; for much of it is untamed wilds. I scavenged and stole some horrid tasting fruit for survival. The sky has this painful gradient with amber sky and gilded clouds. The rain stings the eyes and sears open wounds.” The fruit is all edible (if you can get past the taste). The meat within is the same substance that idly floats within the “waters”. The “eels” within the rivers will leap outward toward the overhanging rock structures to pluck the fruit. Harmless? Hide in caverns during rain. The grass that lies on the ceiling of the caverns hides odd fireflies birds. I sneezed and disturbed them, their light left me awake for hours. Although there is no sun the world only seems to become dark when it rains, seemingly occurring at random for random intervals. Ena Lamm | C-2: “I opened my mouth, and raised my head toward the juice storm. . .While it satiates me physically it chewed at my mind, with each drop my craving for water grew. Two days ago what was once nothing but sour is now tart and delicious. The longer you're exposed the more it eats at the skin, I’ll have to find out how to filter it, I can't stand the itchy feeling in my throat.” Ena Lamm | C-5: “I was searching for more of those shining obtuse prisms before being accosted by a flash storm. The acidic ooze left my arms red like a tomato and my skin raw. I was able to set up a makeshift sleeping sack out of a large widened “peel” that I ripped from the west face of a donut shaped hill, wrapping myself within like a cocoon. Before I was interrupted by that citrinian beast again, it was a narrow escape but it seems I can lose him by covering my foreign colors in amber goo. I was so tired. Today I ate fruit, laid on the leathery grass, and watched eels jump. . .I will never go out during the rain again.” Oblong, faceless, quadrupedal, worm-like face and neck. It climbs faster than it runs. It only comes out in the rain. Ena Lamm | C-4: “Despite the constant stinging in my eyes, I’ve fashioned a spear by wrapping the lilies over the top of a smoothed over branch. I've found out that you can attract the eels by placing fruit peels along the shallow end of the stream. They hop out and get stuck in the mud. Their meat is filled with horrible little chitinous cubes and they taste no different than the juice I suck from the bark of the trees. The bark itself acts as a natural filter for the acidity of the tart sap. Nonetheless, eel meat has been the most energizing." Leave a net in the mud and bait with peels. You can wrap the skin of the coral over your mouth to shield your lungs from when the rain evaporates on hot days. Use bark to filter the acid from sap. Ena Lamm | C-7: “I had witnessed what I can only assume to be a cruel hallucination, the air is finally getting to me. Whilst in my tent peeling eels I saw a purple smog in the distance. A green antennaed woman donning Qalashi clothing manifested before my eyes, like a mutant descendant, before she was confronted by the tiny tribe. As they thrust their spears at the thing it manifested before my eyes a bucket of yellow paint that she poured over her head. Those things began to gurgle and scream, spraying the pathetic woman with projectile juice before she produced for them a simple teapot. I could not believe it but those beings rejoiced! They began to follow the creature around as she tossed various baubles and trinkets outward from within her hair. I can only assume this to be a vision from Gazardiel. An odd contract, though it gave me an idea.” The little tribe like objects! They spray projectile juice as a defense mechanism. Maybe they can be trained? Ena Lamm | C-9: “After recovering from my hallucinogenic state I got back to work creating Lelson. I have hollowed out a gourd like object and imprinted my own blood filled palm onto its chassis. Together we were able to assemble a makeshift craft, though it quickly shattered.” Ena Lamm | C-13: “Today I have finally gained the trust of three little tribespeople, when they become feisty and start spraying I corral them with ripped parchment. If I had known earlier these beings are fascinated so easily I would not have surrendered so many of my valuables.” They can be controlled so long as I have something to give them. --- Ena Lamm | C-22: “After donning the mask gifted to me by my pulp filled brethren I marched onward to confront the beast I had so cowardly avoided until now. Luring the daemon with a sack of foreign colored objects I had intended to climb its back and lure it off a cliff - However, I had jumped ship too late, with my eyes closed and my mind braced I begun to plummet, soaring father, deeper toward the abyss - it was only a stroke of luck that caused the tome I so desperately clung to to blink me back to safety. The year long journey had ended, and my citrus brothers could now rest easy. - Ena Lamm, Cosmic Archaeologist

The Evil Inc secretary added another meeting to the lich's agenda.

SO true.

this is a good change i'm tired of having to pay upwards 1k mina to the paladins to get my curses removed

nub wae -wowj

Seraphim Aelia agrees. True tbh.

THE CHARITY HAND BANE OF GREED To all who care, I come to you in a time of great need, to bring rise to new heroes to carve their names into the history books – to sing canticles of heroic feats against the underlying evil that stains our land. A barrier of gold has been ruined by grey, and the doors to the cosmos have been shattered from their hinges. The face of this evil has become the manipulative principle of laughter, which has veiled their evil spirits. In the far north of Almaris, a great foe has emerged. The ‘great liar’ has begun manipulating greedy creatures of this world and other realms, to form something known as the Greed Hand. It is the dawning of a Dark Lord, who wishes to uncase another demonic god, an evil deity by the name of Greedmane. I have attempted to enlist the help of great powers, however they fight amongst themselves for universal domination. I look to all with the power to make a difference, without discrimination by rank or authority. I look to those with powerful sorcery, to those of Xan, to those of Malchediel, and all others who can help, though, you do not need grand powers to be a hero. However, I fear the root of evil has touched even the brightest of souls, who see the Dark Lord as nothing but a joke – a top-hat magician playing a carnival spirit. To all who cares, please feel free to contact me. Please fill out the form below and keep it pinned to the board. Leave the name of a location which can be mailed. FORM What is your name, hero-to-be? What is your age? What is your race? Where do you reside? What powers do you have to fight against this great evil? What is the meaning of a free-spirit, in short words? Your identity as a member of the Charity Hand will be protected. There is never just one hand, but two, Redmane [OOC]: Hellooooooo. Similar to the other group, this has been made in order to generate fun roleplay. I feel as though this map has grown stale, and running a sort of narrative that lets players choose how they wish to progress would be fun (for both sides). Even though it seems memey, we're taking it seriously. I hope this can also grow some friendships. Please await a forum message if you have been approved.

A larping 'ker cowers in fear at the prospect of an island full of beasts!

MAY THE BIG KAHUNA SMILE UPON YOU!

FOR MY FIRST EVIL ACT I WILL UNBAN POT OF GREED.

A letter was posted under the second missive. The handwriting of the letter was not that of a scholar, though it was legible. Hello! I hope to it that the Remnant's of the Lord shall hear me. My name is Suli, many refer to me as a vagabond, a drifter who does not stay in one city for longer than a Saint's week, in exchange for drink and meal, I offer readings of fortune to descendants. Some details I will leave out for the sake of the Lord's Remnant's time- HOWEVER, when I found your missive I felt drawn to it, compelled to find out more. Truly once I read your goal that I knew this was a fated encounter! Yes, I wish to learn of your teachings, I believe they may be the missing puzzle piece I have been searching for. I will merely state this, that I understand the power of THOUGHT, and I understand something is amiss, those of defeatist nature who conjure up madness and nightmares, from what you tell me a metaphorical BEAST IS LOOSE. If this is true it is MOST TROUBLING INDEED, and through these teachings I wish to aid in rendering him to a fate far worse than stone, we will gain back what was stolen. I plead to you, to give me a chance. I will aid you in acquiring new eyes! I will remain by the missive as many moons as it takes, remaining joyous, for you will find I am far too stubborn to give up on what I have set my mind to. -Suli

A vagabond, plucked the missive from it's place of rest peering over it with curious eyes. . . "Write to me, not of woes and sin, but of dreams and joy!" She paused, considering these words "He lost his eyes?" She furrowed her brows, the girl muttered over this missive, it's words vague but somehow an alluring omen. Though she were not a genius, she muddled long over what the loss of this LORD's eyes could be. She wondered who he was combatting "His gift is being used to control the freedom of dreams, offering madness and nightmares." "For he controls the dream and all that may come of it." Though, that girl did ponder: If there were no good dreams to begin with, could these maddened versions come to life in the first place? Had dreams merely been vacant of all thought would that have been more peaceful? Perhaps this were merely a missive, it could be the ramblings of anyone. She felt that it called to her, maybe this was the next step in her journey. These things exist to compliment one another, the same way there would be no heroes if there were no villains to slay, she mused. This Lord needs new eyes, JOYFUL minds capable of dreaming away nightmares. "Then I shall aid in replacing this LORD's eyes. I will manifest the joy he seeks through the power of thought." She doubted that she could singlehandedly replace this LORD's herd; even descendants have more than one eye. But, she knew her positivity would be capable of her part and more. For these nightmares could not exist in the first place, if people like her were not there to be joyful. a She placed down a parchment and quill of incoherent ramblings moving to lay down in deep thought, in her attempt to ". . .rend his abominable mind onto stone": She thought of old friends, the trouble curiosity had gotten her into, the lessons she learned from it, her dreams for the future, what she wished to be, the excitement of a new beginning, she dreamed of what interesting things were to come after death and what there was to appreciate in life, she DREAMED. . .She wasn't really sure if it were helping, but each night and day the woman continued to this routine, awaiting whatever was to come of it.

Aelia resolves herself to finish her fallen brother's gift to the Lectorate.

I sold my house investing in $DOOM. . . .