Gen makes the best hats.
are you just handing these out, or do we have to ask nicely?
That is one kick-ass god sponsor avatar and looks amazing along with Orator me. Thanks again Gen.
I also like that his name is Spear since the verb spear means to penetrate or strike with like an arrow through the heart and he's the god of hearts. His avatar is also a Sphere with extra bits. Clever.
As soon as I start promising them I'm going to suddenly dislike doing them.
I might feel inclined to do them for anyone who donates to my po' white ass though *shameless*
>Sonnet: Ask the King if he couldn't have went easier on the lil guy, eh?
Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.
>Lame, Be named Frank
>Frank, Realize that you just Failed your job for the first time ever.
chumHandle: (RP) shadowWraith
chumHandle: IRL crazedPorcupine
ladder for my ROLE PLAY
Cleo ---> Hadrian ---> William ---> Ian ---> Aryn ---> Toby ----> C.L. ----> Chris ----> Cleo
>Sonnet: Graciously pass through the kindly king.
In the middle of the room is a rather small hole with a spiral staircase crammed down it. This is the way down into Yawn's domain alright, and there are no more paths left but this. Sonnet hesitates a moment, thus far the obstacles have been small due to Absolute's belief that nobody would be able to get up to this castle. Below though is where the true guardians of this keep are stationed.
Fighting such odds aren't what Orators are good at, she'll have to remember her weaknesses and use her strengths to cover for them if she's going to get out of here alive.
The staircase continues down, deeper and deeper into the darkness. Twisting in odd ways as the walls seem to fall away and rearrange themselves in the churning darkness. The lower she goes, the more Sonnet can feel something drawing her in as it swells around her body, almost as if it were sizing her up to see how it could rearrange her, like the surroundings.
This is the power of the deities, a force that tears apart what's right and what's wrong, writing it's own rules in the wake of it's incredible presence. The result is the ideal dreamscape of beings who can only make wild assumptions about what it means to be sane.
It's exciting and scary all at once to imagine what sort of place the Goddess of Dreams would call home. Sonnet also can't help but wonder what Absolute has done to it ever since he took it over.
Snapping her from her pondering, gusts of air begin forcing their way up the stairwell. They're cool and refreshing like the spray from a waterfall, only without the moisture. The wind whistles with a greater intensity, building till Yawn's domain breaks the darkness.
>Jack your cord into the Pillar.
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>Wait how is that pillar staying up at all?
"like trying to explain the flavour of chocolate to a rock"
>JUMP! wait....no, don't do that, I don't think you can fly.....yet. wait a moment, appreciate the gorgeous scenery, and then look around and see if there is anything noticeable around you other than floating pillars and cloud lesbians. if there isnt, then the puppy may have to call her goddess. g'luck miss sonnet.
Last edited by Daft soul; 05-18-2011 at 03:24 AM.
>enlist the help of cloud lesbians to get off pillar
>Study your new surroundings. Is anything moving? Aside from curiously close together clouds of course.