The New Heaven, above all things, reeked of age. The grass, the soil, even the stone and metal that ran far beyond the colorless walls, all carried time's harsh touch. This the Seven Stacked Stones understood, and the pondering of such dwelled long in their thoughts. Yes, the pondering of many...
Name: Azai Dua Ot (translation: Seven Stacked Stones)
Age: unknown
Sex: genderless (they/them)
Race: spirit
World of Racial Origin: Ka'ha Nui
General Description of Homeland
Azai originates from one of the larger landmasses of the Great Circle. Prominent from orbit, the large island holds both...
Hello! I'm feeling discouraged with my writing, not because of the quality of work or inspiration (my writing is decent and my inspiration is overflowing), but a lack of commitment. Whenever I sit down to write, there's just this discouraging feeling of 'nobody is actually going to read this'...
Some ambience, should it please you.
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If we're done bickering, then I suppose it's time to leave. The angel said. Since you all seem rather dazed, I'll stop being feisty and make it abundantly clear for you where to go.
Without warning, a buzzer blared as unseen mechanisms burst into...
There was a brief moment of static before the warped voice spoke again.
'Friendly terms.' The angel chuckled. It was an odd sound, bringing to mind tinkling bells. Do you think we are friends? You and I are in need of each other, that is all.
Do you really not understand the difference...
Some Ambiance, should it please you.
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As the Aspects conversed, seemingly unaware or ignoring their watcher, a creature in the wires mulled over its newfound companions. It watched them carefully through the camera, lens dilating and focusing on each one with a delicate eye for...
Some ambiance, should it please you.
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Besides the Aspect's voices, there was nothing to be heard in this vast, seemingly empty place. The sound echoed deep into the facility. Drains and vents lapped it up, carrying the sweet noise far and wide this self-contained world.
Even so, what...
Music, should it please you.
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Man and Monster, Silver and Gold.
All that is will end, and death, it seems, is inevitable.
Glory. Glory to the Wheel.
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These words echo time and time again through the darkness, bouncing off cold walls. You can't move. You've been here longer...
Naelio was surprised at the sudden appearance of this...spider person. They were awfully polite, and in such fancy clothes! Naelio looked down, and realized he didn't have any at all. Scratching at his hood, Naelio looked away, feeling rather embarrassed. But then it struck him. If this was a...
So we've got five people! Once @Azathoth posts his CS, we're ready to start.
With that in mind, I want to make a proposal. Do we want a Discord group? Plz Lik if u agrE
After a long rest, Naelio awoke shivering. He hadn't anticipated the cold being so...cold. The snow bit at him like a crazed animal. Stretching, Naelio felt his joints crack, and relaxed. Rising from the tormentous substance, the god once again took to the air, exploring every peak of his vast...
Once, humans declared war on god, and used their own souls as weapons.
You're all that's left. Don't repeat their mistakes.
Return to glory.
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Music, should it please you.
The Premise: Sometime, somehow, humanity declared war on the divine. They fought with machines that harnessed...
A god opened his eyes. He was confused. Where was he? and who was he? Uncoiling, the god looked up...and stared at the stars.
Ten thousand points of light, scattered across the moonless sky like sand. Their light washed away all his thoughts. The air was thin, and instead of obscuring the sky...
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