#voidgivenformofficial

[pharloom-white-knight]

Did the spider ever throw a flea brew bottle at your head,,,,.

We have heard that that happened, but we wanted to ask anyway,.

[loam-official]

*the large bug is charging forward toward the exit of the slab, disregarding the cries of refugees that tell him to stay*

Madness, this is madness. What is me doing?! But me can't stay doing nothing. Me has worked too hard and long for the Citadel to let it and its people die like this.

*he pushes forward out of the slab. His wound have mostly healed now, but it is clear they still strain his body. He reaches the bellways, using the twisting tunnels to reach the rest of Oharloom without passing through the citadel*

Me has to help them. To save them, but me cannot fight, not like this. But me knows of a power that could help me. Something dark

*he finally stop, sadness and determination etched on his face. He voice trembling but residgned*

VOID! Darkest darkness, you asked me before to submit meself to you. Me accept you4 offer if you help me defend me home

@voidgivenformofficial

[child-of-weaver-and-wyrm]

Hello, Child In Red.

Why do the denizens of this land insist on hurting you? Did you threaten them?

Lovely amount of pronouns, for one called The Gendered Child, as well.

The silken curse that befell this land. That is all I will say, for I felled it.

Most of these pronouns were not by choice. I use she/they, void given form.

[ballow-real]

Having Fun, Bell-Boy?

:0)

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f̴̶̨͙̗̠̝̰̏͗̑̅̔̇́ͣͧͧ̿͜u̷̧̲̬̮̗̗̎̀̓̍̅҉̖͈̖̥̬̲͖͇̞ͣ͋͑ͨͦͤ̀͌ͭ̚͢͝ͅͅc̵̷̶̨͍̲̲̜͎̼͓̪̘͖̗̰̬̦̯̼͔̝̭ͭͬ̐͊̾̑̇ͤ̅̎͛ͫ̑̓ͫ͊͘͜͜҉͊̆ͥ͘k̙͙͔̀ͬͥ̌ͭͩ̍҉̶̢̨̘͚͖͓̝̙͕̫̱̫̬̓̈́̿̏ͤ͌ͭͦ͗̓̃͑͑͋͌̎͗̈͌͌̉͘̕͝͞ ̛̛̙͈̖̣͙̠̝̗̱͙̺͙̺̮̝̺̭̅ͩ̽ͤ̎ͪ̔͂̃ͬ̀̐͊ͨͫ̿̈́̀̍̊͗͘̕͜͟͜͝͠y̵̢̧͔͇̮͉̬̜̥͎͓ͣͫ̊̓̓̐ͪ̑ͮ͆̽ͦ͆̓ͨ́̚͢͠҉̩̥̅́o̦̼̦͉̩̫̭̗ͯ̓͂ͫͮ͛̂̓̚͟͢͢u͑

[far-fields-fertids]

Soft…

Soft tendrils bat at the fertids like a cat.

Flapping Fertid does a curious spin-flip, cautiously watching it but not resisting.

The Fertid pounces at the tendrils (like a cat).

"what are youuu?"

[the-radiant-god]

what why are YOU blue now,,

what’s next, WE’RE blue???

...

you...next...

[cogworker-of-song]

we find this small metallic bug amusing :)

What a mess! The C-Citadel is not built for a-such a m-mass as y-yourself.

However, p-pardon me for my r-rudeness. I a-appreciate the c-compliment n-nevertheless, however, my c-code is clear.

[pale-prince-of-hallownest]

How interesting.

We were not aware that the Pale-Wyrm had a progeny besides the weaver and the vessels.

It is good to meet you, Prince-Pale.

That is true, I am the offspring of the pale-wyrm, as you call him. It is good to meet you as well, void.