Count me as interested. Will definitely have to brush up on oblivion knowledge though.
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This looks sick, I'm interested.
This will be pretty archaic but I'll make a Chatzy for the RP as Discord doesn't work on my device.
What's a chatzy?
Arma looked at the petpet with sparkles in his eyes. “A gallion huh? She’s beautiful.” He complimented. The world sure was wide. He had gotten used to seeing the same faces everyday at the dojo so everything was a new experience for him.
When the Draik told them it was time to go, Arma was the first one to follow the maids. Upon entering the castle he was awestruck. Such intricate craftsmanship! Unlike the rest of the group, he did not hide his enthusiasm and curiosity often walking away from the group to gawk at the at all the paintings and displays.
“Wow! So that must be the King!” He looked at a painting for about three seconds before moving to a glass case holding a sword. “What a sharp looking blade! And that hilt! I’ve never seen so many gemstones in one place!” He said, face leaning against the case. This carried on until the courtyard and more often than not Arma had to be pulled away by the maids.
The Bori’s eyes opened wide when he saw the feast before them. “So… so much food.” He whimpered. “I don’t even know what these are but it looks so good!” He was snapped out of his reverie when one of the servants cleared their throat. “Right, um, sorry.”
He moved towards the table and sat next the purple Ixi. “I haven’t had a warm meal in so long. All I had during my trip was dried meats, nuts, and whatever fruit we happened to come across.” He reached out and grabbed the first thing he saw. Happily digging in the meal set before him, stuffing himself so much that he nearly choked. After washing down the food with a nice long drink he turned to both his companions. “I don’t think we’ve actually introduced ourselves to each other. My name’s Arma Rockspy. I specialize in hand to hand combat.”
When the Draik told them it was time to go, Arma was the first one to follow the maids. Upon entering the castle he was awestruck. Such intricate craftsmanship! Unlike the rest of the group, he did not hide his enthusiasm and curiosity often walking away from the group to gawk at the at all the paintings and displays.
“Wow! So that must be the King!” He looked at a painting for about three seconds before moving to a glass case holding a sword. “What a sharp looking blade! And that hilt! I’ve never seen so many gemstones in one place!” He said, face leaning against the case. This carried on until the courtyard and more often than not Arma had to be pulled away by the maids.
The Bori’s eyes opened wide when he saw the feast before them. “So… so much food.” He whimpered. “I don’t even know what these are but it looks so good!” He was snapped out of his reverie when one of the servants cleared their throat. “Right, um, sorry.”
He moved towards the table and sat next the purple Ixi. “I haven’t had a warm meal in so long. All I had during my trip was dried meats, nuts, and whatever fruit we happened to come across.” He reached out and grabbed the first thing he saw. Happily digging in the meal set before him, stuffing himself so much that he nearly choked. After washing down the food with a nice long drink he turned to both his companions. “I don’t think we’ve actually introduced ourselves to each other. My name’s Arma Rockspy. I specialize in hand to hand combat.”
Interacting with @SleepingSilence
The Spore that Speaks was so busy admiring the view that it did not notice the tiny lesser demon approach. How long had it been since a scene like this unfolded before it. Though it may seem like a large mushroom forest to some it was simply an attempt to return things to how they were. The Everdark was a colorful once, the floors and walls which Spore roamed were littered with all types of fauna. Then the invaders came, bringing with them torches and bombs. Everything that Spore had created, its life’s work, gone in a bright orange flash. Luckily it was familiar with all the nooks and crannies of the Everdark otherwise it too would have been charred and turned to dust.
It was brought back to reality by a familiar voice. Spore normally flinches and immediately releases paralyzing dust the moment it gets startled but it had gotten used to such surprises from this particular fellow. The first few times where, not so pleasant to say the least. Mainly for the lesser demon. Getting paralyzed wasn’t such a big deal, it was the fact that Spore was quite sluggish so the continuous release of paralyzing dust as it shuffled away may cause the one affected to be incapacitated for nearly an hour or two.
It slowly turned around to face its visitor. Shaking the large cap on its head, a fine silvery dust began to spread. “Hello…Dylirius…” It said, communicating slowly through the thousands of minuscule spores that it spread. A chorus of sounds all coming together to form a single, baritone voice. “Thank…you…” It reached down on the barren spot where the lesser demon buried a pawful of stalks. Curling its fingers, the arm slowly rose up and a larger number of mushrooms sprouted.
A loud growl echoed through the halls where Dylirius had come from causing Spore to jump in shock. “What… was… that…?” It asked its furry friend. Its small, pinlike pupils trembling in fear. It suddenly moved and grabbed a handful of yellow, string shaped mushrooms and handed it to the lesser demon. They were called Sun Wisps, because of the color and the shape of it looked like the radiating flames of the sun. A natural antidote to the paralyzing dust that Spore releases. “I’ll… go… hide… Give me… signal…” It said before closing its eyes and leaning against a wall, now perfectly camouflaged with the rest of the room.
The Spore that Speaks was so busy admiring the view that it did not notice the tiny lesser demon approach. How long had it been since a scene like this unfolded before it. Though it may seem like a large mushroom forest to some it was simply an attempt to return things to how they were. The Everdark was a colorful once, the floors and walls which Spore roamed were littered with all types of fauna. Then the invaders came, bringing with them torches and bombs. Everything that Spore had created, its life’s work, gone in a bright orange flash. Luckily it was familiar with all the nooks and crannies of the Everdark otherwise it too would have been charred and turned to dust.
It was brought back to reality by a familiar voice. Spore normally flinches and immediately releases paralyzing dust the moment it gets startled but it had gotten used to such surprises from this particular fellow. The first few times where, not so pleasant to say the least. Mainly for the lesser demon. Getting paralyzed wasn’t such a big deal, it was the fact that Spore was quite sluggish so the continuous release of paralyzing dust as it shuffled away may cause the one affected to be incapacitated for nearly an hour or two.
It slowly turned around to face its visitor. Shaking the large cap on its head, a fine silvery dust began to spread. “Hello…Dylirius…” It said, communicating slowly through the thousands of minuscule spores that it spread. A chorus of sounds all coming together to form a single, baritone voice. “Thank…you…” It reached down on the barren spot where the lesser demon buried a pawful of stalks. Curling its fingers, the arm slowly rose up and a larger number of mushrooms sprouted.
A loud growl echoed through the halls where Dylirius had come from causing Spore to jump in shock. “What… was… that…?” It asked its furry friend. Its small, pinlike pupils trembling in fear. It suddenly moved and grabbed a handful of yellow, string shaped mushrooms and handed it to the lesser demon. They were called Sun Wisps, because of the color and the shape of it looked like the radiating flames of the sun. A natural antidote to the paralyzing dust that Spore releases. “I’ll… go… hide… Give me… signal…” It said before closing its eyes and leaning against a wall, now perfectly camouflaged with the rest of the room.
I'd like to join!
In one of the larger caverns deep in the dungeon, a small ray of sunlight shone through the cracks. The beam hitting the wounded chest of an unmoving body. The room was bloody and littered with corpses of both dungeon dwellers and the invaders alike. The latter starting the conflict without care for those who roamed this place while the former fought to protect their homes.
Shuffle, shuffle. Tap. Shuffle, shuffle. Tap.
Like a beat, the sound rhythmically echoed throughout the chamber. Out of the gloom, a hunched creature slowly made its way forward. Its tiny dot like eyes, darted around taking in the scene before it. Despite the obvious lack of expression, it was quite happy. There were so many bodies all in one area. A perfect place to spread its spores. It stopped just before the ray of sunlight in the center of the room. It was ready.
The Spore that Speaks shook its large carp releasing a multitude of fine dust that were in many different shades of colour. The dust spread throughout the room and when it landed on organic matter, different types of fungi sprouted. Big, small, long, short, angular, round, they all grew from the many bodies in the room aiding in the decomposition process. The center was it was the most crowded. The ray of sunlight providing that extra bit of sustenance which caused a bouquet of mushrooms to sprout from the body’s chest.
The cavern which was once covered in blood and corpses was now teeming with life. It had turned into a forest of reds and greens and purples and many more. The Spore that Speaks let go of its stick and brought its two hands together and slowly clapped as it look at its own handiwork.
Shuffle, shuffle. Tap. Shuffle, shuffle. Tap.
Like a beat, the sound rhythmically echoed throughout the chamber. Out of the gloom, a hunched creature slowly made its way forward. Its tiny dot like eyes, darted around taking in the scene before it. Despite the obvious lack of expression, it was quite happy. There were so many bodies all in one area. A perfect place to spread its spores. It stopped just before the ray of sunlight in the center of the room. It was ready.
The Spore that Speaks shook its large carp releasing a multitude of fine dust that were in many different shades of colour. The dust spread throughout the room and when it landed on organic matter, different types of fungi sprouted. Big, small, long, short, angular, round, they all grew from the many bodies in the room aiding in the decomposition process. The center was it was the most crowded. The ray of sunlight providing that extra bit of sustenance which caused a bouquet of mushrooms to sprout from the body’s chest.
The cavern which was once covered in blood and corpses was now teeming with life. It had turned into a forest of reds and greens and purples and many more. The Spore that Speaks let go of its stick and brought its two hands together and slowly clapped as it look at its own handiwork.
Whoops, look like I dropped my interest here
Spore is just vibin bro. Might take a while for them to warm up though since they're literally afraid of anything that seems like it could kill which is virtually everything.
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