You put a pair of vermilion silk boxers into charred stationery of the Ouroboros.
You address charred stationery of the Ouroboros to Kalas Ixion, The Devouring Blade, and immediately a harried-looking faeling comes out to take it from you. She whistles, and a jet black crow comes flying into the room. The faeling attaches charred stationery of the Ouroboros to the crow's leg, and it speeds away.
See, the thing about forcing us to obey something our characters can tell isn't really legit is awkward.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Whether
is the source of true creation? Not held in the hands of light-blinded
Fools, or in the creative acts of mortalkind. No, true creation is found
in the fecund, wild forces of nature: its rhythms, cycles, and drives. Thus, the ultimate goal of all living beings is to cast off whatever weak shells that leave you numbed to this primal dimension and to become one with the plant and animal kingdoms. In a sense, the true meaning of creation is in the act of de-creating the self, losing oneself to the pagan throes of nature.
The Lady of Flowers offers this possibility and much more, calling all who
wish to bring themselves under the thrall of nature's creative
potential. Sup from the nectar of the marigold, the rose, and the
cypress, and one will find themselves reborn and yearning for the
extermination of all that desecrate Her dominion.
Her symbols are manifold, for each flower, plant, and animal holds sacred meaning to Her.
I will say that despite the vehement opposition and rebellion I've instigated towards @Serane, her lore/"thing" seems pretty promising. If only she were a legit Elder god. I love this tidbit a LOT:
Serane, the Everlasting Beauty (Higher Goddess).
You turn to consider the Goddess of Beauty and see naught but your own reflection, mirrored in a crystal-clear pool of water.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
I think I'm going to break my fingers, crossing them so hard. But I have to beat down that little voice somehow. Let me enjoy Mysrai being deleted while I still can, Mr. Voice of Reason.
Not my fault she came out of nowhere, changed all of my friends into jerks, and replaced Kalikai as Templar patron while I was GA without me being consulted, all in the span of not even six hours.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Alright, so I log in for a moment this morning and am found by this new reality and am like 'whaaaaaa, how, can. ... awww'. I feel like, while this certainly is a new opportunity and a new reality, I kind of was fond of the messed up pantheon we had before. Awwww.
We all know that if Hallifax got the muscley god, @Daraius would get into a territory match.
If there's an image of Daraius as a muscle-bound hulk floating around I need to revamp his description. But that aside... he already thinks most gods are jerks so these new jerks would just be fuel for the fire.
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Whether is the source of true creation? Not held in the hands of light-blinded Fools, or in the creative acts of mortalkind. No, true creation is found in the fecund, wild forces of nature: its rhythms, cycles, and drives. Thus, the ultimate goal of all living beings is to cast off whatever weak shells that leave you numbed to this primal dimension and to become one with the plant and animal kingdoms. In a sense, the true meaning of creation is in the act of de-creating the self, losing oneself to the pagan throes of nature.
Like... kinda want to be all like...
Serane, the Everlasting Beauty (Higher Goddess).
You turn to consider the Goddess of Beauty and see naught but your own reflection, mirrored in a crystal-clear pool of water.
That weird feeling you get when someone thinks your IC hate for IC things happening to IC people and things is against someone OOCly.
This is so unfair.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
EDIT: OMG how do I get karma now?
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."