★gomovies★ The Wave Watch Full Length

21 de febrero de 2020 - 18:40

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Reporter dave the wave
Biography: Charting/ investing in Bitcoin. Position/ swing trading alts on @davthewavealts - *fee based*

Genre: Sci-Fi
Release Year: 2019
runtime: 1H 30 m
actors: Justin Long
movie info: Frank, an opportunistic insurance lawyer, thinks he's in for the time of his life when he goes out on the town to celebrate an upcoming promotion with his co-worker, Jeff. But their night takes a turn for the bizarre when Frank is dosed with a hallucinogen that completely alters his perception of the world, taking him on a psychedelic quest through board meetings, nightclubs, shootouts, and alternate dimensions. As Frank ping-pongs between reality and fantasy, he finds himself on a mission to find a missing girl, himself - and his wallet

I should not have cast Real Magic (Part 1) My Future is looking Dark (Part 2) Real Magic Harms more than it Heals (Part 3) My Days of Freedom are Over (Part 4) I am in the strangest prison (Part 5) I witnessed Order succumb to Chaos (Part 6) There are two Voices of God (Part 7) My Sins have caught up with Me (Part 8) I have never seen a real Angel, until today (Part 9) “Wait, a what? ” I asked, “what’s a Cherubim? ” Jason’s eyes fixed on Zepherina’s form as she approached Andy, “a full-blooded angel, like Lucifer, ” Jason clarified. “What do you mean, Like Lucifer! ” I shouted at Jason. Andy’s voice rumbled out of his chest, “How can you exist as you do? ” “Come on, give me another hit! ” Zepherina announced as she hurled a fist at Andy. Unlike before, where Zepherina caught the punch, this time Andy caught her punch. As the pair collided, a shock-wave emanated from their collision. The pair were squaring off, Andy holding Zepherina’s fist in his hand while Zepherina pushed harder and harder against him. Thankfully, Zepherina was winning! “Is this all you have? ” Zepherina lamented, the smile on her face giving way to a scowl. “Come on! Give me all that you’ve got! ” Andy was struggling more visibly as Zepherina continued her onslaught, “If only I had more time, ” he griped. Zepherina stopped her advance, “What? ” “I said, ” Andy began, “If I had more time to draw my true strength from the pit, ” he glared at Zepherina, “I would destroy you! ” Andy was trying to buy time, he knew he was no match for Zepherina, I shouted, “Zepherina, Finish this! ” To my dismay, Zepherina called back, “Zith, I’ve got this. ” She returned her attention to Andy, “You’ve got thirty seconds. ” Zepherina admonished, “It better be worth the wait! ” Tasha’s exasperated voice called out, “Zepherina, are you insane? ” “Oh, please you could have put this guy down from the get-go but you refuse! ” Zepherina roared at Tasha, “All your holy power granted to you by God and you only defend, never attack! ” I frowned, unlike Zepherina I knew the source of Tasha’s power well. It was a pure energy, a holy energy, it was an energy that was so pure that if she used it for anything other than to protect or save, it would falter. Before I could interject, Zepherina continued her affirmation, punctuating it by slamming her fist into an opened palm, causing a burst of air to hit all of us with surprising force, “I will fight, full bore, for the first time! ” Andy walked towards the summoning circle’s protective barrier, glancing up to Bella, “Bella, you’ve served your purpose, I must draw the rest of my power quickly, my sincerest apologies. ” Something told me he had no such apologies, “But, at the very least, consider your debt paid in full. ” I tried to make my way to the circle, but I was far too late. The moment Andy’s hands came into contact with the surface a deafening scream erupted from Bella’s body. The sound blasted me back and caused both Tasha and Jason to cover their ears as I watched a look of abject horror spread across Bella’s face. Tears streamed from her eyes as an insurmountable torrent of dark energy surged through her. It crashed into Andy, who roared in pain himself, the room filling with the scent of sulfur and blood. Smoke filled the room, and I had to hide myself from the choking miasma as it surrounded me. Zepherina, from what I could see of her, stood still, grinning. A devilish laugh ripped through the air, and the source of which drew my immediate attention. The sigil was still there; the dome flickering in intensity, and I saw Bella, her eyes wide open but vacant, laying on the ground. Was she dead? If she wasn’t, she was nearly so. “No this vessel, ” the dark voice roared, “is complete! ” and with that a figure rose into the air above the dome of the sigil, glaring down at all of us with burning green eyes. Zepherina stared upwards, pulling both her hands up into a fighting position, her wings spreading in anticipation, “Oh yes! I can feel that! ” Zepherina taunted. “The Lord of Wrath has come to drown the world in blood, ” he pointed to Zepherina, “I shall start with you, girl! You will regret challenging me! ” “Bring it on Sanders! ” Zepherina shouted. Another laugh, “Andrew Sanders’s soul burns in the fires of Hell, ” he held his hand out, a dark shadow coalescing in his grasp, turning into a bastard sword with jagged edges and a black and red blade, “You now face Asmodai! ” “Hey! ” Zepherina protested, “no fair, I don’t have a sword! ” “Did you think I would play fair, girl? ” he grinned wickedly, his wings beating hard as he flew towards Zepherina. Zepherina crossed her arms, but to my surprise, and hers, Asmodai dropped lower at the last second, and swung the blade through Zepherina’s midsection! “Zeph! ” I screamed. Zepherina fell to one knee, growling. Asmodai turned to her, grinning, his blade resting on her shoulder, “You’re too green girl, powerful as you are, you lack battle readiness. ” Zepherina growled, her wings flaring, “Who are you, my mother? ” She got to her feet, her clothing ripped across her stomach, revealing her stoney abdomen, rippling with muscle. Her flesh had violet steam rising out of it, a wound closing rapidly. Asmodai narrowed his eyes, “So it’s true… if two Nephilim breed, there's a chance of it happening. ” “Enough talk! ” Zepherina grinned, “Sword or not, lets throw down! ” she rushed Asmodai, swinging a punch at his face as he barely dodged the blow. “A true Cherubim, born without the consent of God! And you believe that those in the Guardian Temple would accept you? ” Asmodai blocked a punch from Zepherina with his sword hilt, grinning, “or have they truly grown so desperate that they will reach out to those they once called heretics? ” Zepherina hurled a kick to Asmodai’s side, which he dodged by leaping back, slicing at Zepherina’s fist, causing more steam to burst out of her hand. Zepherina staggered back, grunting. Jason shouted, “Zeph, we gotta fall back! ” Zepherina’s smile had vanished, “No! I made this mess, ” she spread her wings, “I have to fix it. I’m sorry. ” Zeph knew she made a mistake, not that Asmodai was more or less powerful. If Zepherina could get her hands on him, I was certain she could still kill him. But Asmodai was the Lord of Wrath. A powerful, eternal demon, and he had years, if not hundreds of years of battle prowess under his belt. Asmodai leaped into the air, and hefted his sword high over his head, readying a mighty blow against Zepherina, but Jason had distracted her.. “Zeph! ” I shouted, “look up! ” Zepherina did so, and just in time, she crossed her wings over her head and did the same with her arms. As the blade came down on her wings, a blast of air knocked us to the ground. My ears rang as a sound not unlike glass sliding against glass echoed through the air. Zepherina looked up to her wings, her eyes wide, and soon a smile came over her face, “Oh, yes. ” Asmodai growled, and flew high into the air once more, “Cry… Havoc…” he growled as dark energy the likes of which I had never seen surrounded his blade. Zepherina was concentrating, as I watched as two of her longer feathers grew longer still, the sound of glass twinkling on itself grew more audible as the two feathers lengthened. She brought her wings together, and the two feathers soon combined into one massive sword-like object. In a moment it clattered to the ground, the blade along over a meter long! Zepherina grabbed the feather sword by the quill of the feather which now looked like a handle of a sword. She lifted the feather-sword easily, though I doubt I could do the same. She then let it rest on her shoulders, grinning wide. “Bring it on! ” Asmodai roared as he dove at her, and I ran for cover. As the pair clashed windows shattered, debris flew into the air, and the very ground beneath Zepherina threatened to give way. Zepherina had blocked Asmodai’s mighty attack with her newly made blade! And Asmodai’s dark magic was being repelled. Asmodai’s teeth gritted as he locked eyes with the once again cocky Zepherina. “You’re incredible, ” Zepherina gushed, before grunting with a mighty effort, sending Asmodai into the air. She took flight after him, jumping against the floor with enough force to cause it to shake. I could barely track what was happening as the pair clashed in the air. But I had to track them, because as they fought, the roof of the prison was threatening to come down on us! Tasha had motioned to me, “Zithero! To me! ” She shouted, planting her staff on the ground, a dome appearing over her and Jason, “I’ll protect us! ” I shook my head, remembering my Grandmother’s words. I couldn’ cower where it was safe, I had to use my abilities. My judgement day was here, and I knew what I had to do, even if it meant getting hurt, or dying. I ran as quickly as I could towards the dome. I could hear Zepherina crying out in pain, and exertion, and Asmodai doing the same. The pair were going blow for blow, and I was unsure of how much longer Zepherina could handle the superior tactics of Asmodai. I had to duck as Zepherina’s body flew past me, slamming into the wall. Zepherina sat up, the debris crumbling off her body, her clothing showed signs of the battle. Large rips and tears were all over her uniform, even portions of her top torn off completely. Her shoulders and arms had violet steam rising off of them and I could see scars from various injuries having healed on her body. There had to be a price to pay for those injuries, and Zeph seemed wary. “Zeph! I shouted. Zepherina got up, turning to me, “I got this! ” “Be careful! ” I suggested, “I will try to help! ” Zepherina’s face was a mix of disappointment and hope as she looked up, “I… I bit off more than I could chew, huh? ” I nodded. A sly grin came over her face, “I’ve just never had to face something like this, ” her wings spread, “do what you gotta do! ” with that she was off into the air again, colliding with Asmodai once more, preventing him from attacking Tasha and Jason. I made my way to the dome, and saw Bella laying there, her eyes now having regained their focus. Somehow, the witch was alive. How, I was unsure, but so much corruption was inside of her, she was only human on the outside. As I approached, she turned to me. “Y-you, ” she wheezed. I placed my hand on the sigil’s barrier; it was pure corruption. Filth, and twisted dark magic, using the blood of countless wicked men and Bella’s anger to channel Asmodai’s strength. Though Asmodai was powerful, I could tell there was still a flow of power running through Bella to him. It was likely the only thing keeping Bella alive. Which meant if I dispelled this circle, she would likely die. The dispelled power would reverse three fold, and likely destroy her soul. But if I didn’t, then Asmodai would likely come into his full power, and that couldn’t happen. “Nothing you can do, ” Bella choked out, almost laughing, “I protect this seal. I gave everything, ” she winced as she barely got to a sitting position. “I must destroy this ritual, ” I warned Bella. Hoping there was some way she could remove herself from this dark pact. But I knew the truth. If she had given everything to the ritual, and as she said, she was a part of it. “No! ” Bella protested, “I am the sigil! ” She informed me. It was as I had thought. So I had no choice, as I considered the ring of Solomon on my hand, I knew what I had to do. “I’ve tied the ritual to myself! If you dispell it-” “Forgive me, ” I pleaded as I pressed the ring of Solomon onto the protective dome, “but your haven’t proven yourself redeemable, ” it was a shame to remove such a beauty from the world, if only she had taken another path, “beautiful Bella, I wish I was not sending you to Hell, ” I confessed. “I wish you had found a better life for yourself. I wish, and hope, that someday you find salvation. ” As I chanted, I heard Bella shout in protest, but no amount of pleading could change the outcome. The ritual had to be purified, and her along with it.. With the ring on my finger, and the staff in my hand, I pleaded with the earthen spirits to protect the holy ones who may purify the ritual. To my surprise, empowered by the ring, they did just that. I knew only one holy spell, only one, but with the ring I knew I could empower the spirits to do more than usual with it. “Dark energy may not stay, I release it and send it on its way. Dark energy I banish thee, and is my word, so may it be. ” I chanted. The earthen spirits aided the holy, and I watched as the ritual stopped and reversed itself. The dome came down, and the glowing red runes disintegrated and floated into the air. But I didn’t expect what happened next. Bella shrieked as the runes near her vanished, and I watched as the retreating power of Asmodai pulsed through her. However, without protection from the ritual, her body suffered because of it. I didn’t turn away, I couldn’t. This was the first time my magic was harming someone who deserved it. Her fingers charred black at first, as she watched in horror. The black skin shrunk tightly to her bones as her hands froze in place. Soon the burned skin ran up her arms, and I watched as she struggled helplessly against her rapidly decaying body. Her legs now did the same, as her hair dried and some fell out of her blackened scalp. Her face sucked in, her lips drawing back over her teeth, and her eyes soon being forced open wide before her eyes went white. I frowned, “Now Bella, it seems your outside matches your pitch-black soul, ” I mourned as her body stopped moving, now resembling a mummy in a museum. The ground beneath her cracked, and shattered, the circle and everything with it plummeting down into the basement. I heaved a sigh, closing my eyes, “May God have mercy on your soul. ” Asmodai roared in protest, “Damn you, boy! ” I turned to see Asmodai rushing towards me, and I held up my staff to defend myself. Before Asmodai could act, Zepherina’s massive sword sliced through his shoulder like butter, his arm lobbed off in an instant. “Caught you! ” Zepherina shouted before spinning and slamming the broadside of her blade into Asmodai, sending him hurtling through the air, skidding to a stop in front of Tasha’s protective dome. I turned to Zepherina, smiling, “Thank you. ” Zepherina nodded, walking towards Asmodai, her sword dragging on the ground, “I will end this. ” I followed her, looking to her face. Zepherina’s normal happy expression was stone, her eyes fixed firmly on Asmodai. “Zeph? ” Zepherina didn’t give me a second look as she made her way towards Asmodai. Tasha stood over him, along with Jason, “It’s over, release Andrew Sanders, Asmodai. ” Asmodai chuckled, laying on the ground, “You would still have hope for that fool’s soul? ” Tasha nodded. Jason stood over Asmodai, now calmer, his gun pointed to Asmodai, “give it up, now Asmodai. You’re done. ” Asmodai turned to Jason, “no more anger in you, boy? ” Jason’s eyes glowed white now, a pure power surging in him, “there’s no point in getting angry at you, it just strengthens you and makes me weaker. ” Asmodai whispered something that made Jason’s brow furrow. Before I could ask what he said, Zepherina’s sword swung down on Asmodai’s neck, severing it. “Zepherina! ” Tasha shouted, glaring at her, “how dare you! ” “What?! ” Zepherina roared, the building shaking as she did so. The violet smoke in her eyes rose out of her and I could sense a surge of power coming from inside of her. Jason looked to Zepherina, “Zeph, it’s us. Calm down. ” Zepherina lifted the sword up, her hand shaking on the hilt. Tasha frowned, “Zeph-” “Shut up! ” Zepherina bellowed again, pulling her blade back, eyes fixed on Tasha. I rushed in front of Zepherina, “You did it Zeph! ” I shouted, “You got him! ” Zepherina’s breathing slowed, her sword dropping to the floor before she fell hard on her knees. I watched as the color leached out of her wings, the feather-sword on the ground shrinking and turning into a pair of ordinary, but still large, feathers. “S-sorry, I almost… I lost it a bit, ” Zepherina explained, opening her eyes as I watched the white return, the black fading away from her eyes. Her irises solidified, shifting from steam back to flesh. Tasha frowned, “I would say so. ” Zepherina’s face twisted in a look of confusion, and in an instant she coughed up blood, gasping, and falling forward onto her hands. “Zeph! ” I shouted and watched in shock as all the scars she had suffered during her battle reopened! Blood spilled from her waist. Zepherina gasped in pain, “w-what’s going… on…? ” I turned her onto her back, looking at the sucking wound in her abdomen, I turned to Tasha, “We need to heal her! ” Zepherina’s breathing grew labored, and Tasha nodded to me. I placed my ring against her flesh and gave a plea to the earth spirits to aid her. Even empowered, they feared to do so, “I can’t! ” Tasha frowned, “she needs to get to the Fountain in the Temple! ” Jason growled, “I can’t open the doors! ” I looked at my staff, and took it firmly in both hands, slamming it down onto the floor, no longer asking the spirits. I demanded that they come and open the gate we had walked through. Doing so made me dizzy, but to my amazement, the doors appeared before me. Tasha and Jason grabbed Zepherina as I held the doors open, which was an increasingly difficult effort. When all three were inside, I walked in, and let the spell end, leaning heavily on the staff as I did so. Timothy and another woman were waiting for us, to my surprise She was an angel, like Timothy, with silvery-white wings and shoulder-length brown hair. She shared Timothy’s piercing blue eyes, and I realized this woman had to be Eva, Timothy’s sister. The second voice of God I heard. Eva knelt by Zepherina, and poured water over her wounds, “it’s okay Zeph… you’re safe. ” Zepherina coughed again, spitting out more blood, "What... happened to me? ” "The damage you suffered in your Cheribum form didn't harm you, but in your normal state, you're suffering the wounds Asmodai inflicted on you, " Timothy knelt by her and gave her a waterskin, “drink this, Irfan prepared it for you. ” Tasha now stood, glaring at Timothy and Eva. “You knew! You knew this would happen! ” Timothy nodded, “I knew what events would transpire, but not how you would perform, ” he looked to Jason, Tasha and I, “and you all performed above and beyond what we expected. ” Tasha narrowed her eyes, “Zepherina nearly lost control! ” “But she didn’t, ” Timothy admonished. Tasha now stormed up to Timothy, her nose right up to his, “but she could have! She could have gotten everyone, every single person in the world killed! ” Zepherina turned from Tasha, ashamed. “Her pride is out of control! ” Tasha protested, “she cannot-” “She will, ” Timothy cut Tasha off, “under my command, fight as needed. We must protect humanity, we must prevent the darkness from rising, and we must stop Xyphiel. ” Tasha glared at him, “At what cost? ” Eva added, “there isn’t a cost high enough, as of yet. ” Tasha’s hand shook as she formed a fist and stormed off. Jason got to his feet, concern on his face. Timothy glanced at Jason, “What’s wrong brother? ” Jason looked Timothy in the eyes, “Zeph wasn’t ready. You threw her to the wolves, regardless. ” Timothy nodded, “I would have intervened if things went too far. ” “How much further did they need to go? ” Jason shouted. “If Zithero hadn’t thought to dispel the ritual, ” Eva answered, “then we would have had Sofia intervene. ” Jason looked between the two of them, and then to me. “I’m going back home, to take up my charge, ” Jason explained, the doors opening behind him. “Things worked out Timothy, and I trust that you wouldn’t have put us in danger, but going forward, ” he began, “keep us in the loop, okay? ” Timothy nodded, “I’m sorry for that, brother. ” Jason held out his hand, and the pair shook, “me too. ” He turned to leave. “Jason, ” I asked before he left. “What? ” he turned to me. “What was it that Asmodai said to you before Zeph took him out? ” Jason was silent, “something that made little sense. ” Timothy’s eyebrow rose, “how so? ” “He said… he couldn’t have, but I thought he said that…” Jason shook his head, “I thought he said ‘your mother would be proud’, but there’s no way. ” Eva turned to Timothy, “Timothy? ” “Maybe, ” Timothy looked to Jason, “maybe you misheard him? ” Jason nodded, “I had to have, no mistake. ” With that, Jason walked out of the temple doors. “Tasha is not happy, ” I pointed out. Eva nodded, “She’ll get over it. ” “It’s because I went too far, ” Zeph said, sitting up, looking down, “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have killed him. They were trying to save Andy’s soul and I…” I pursed my lips, “I don’t think you were leaving anything to chance Zeph, ” I explained. Zeph looked to me, “what? ” I smiled at her, “Without you, I never could have had time to dispel the ritual. And without you, Asmodai might have had time to recover, and hurt Jason or Tasha. ” Zeph nodded, smiling a bit, “I guess. ” “Besides, you let him get the upper hand once, ” I offered her my hand, “I know you would not make the same mistake again. You were angry at yourself for letting him get that far. ” Zeph smiled, “You think I did the right thing? ” “In the end, ” I said as I helped her to her feet. “Thanks, Zith, ” Zeph smiled down to me. “I guess you’re right. ” Before I could protest, Zeph wrapped her arms around me in a big hug, and I couldn’t help but blush, as her clothing still tattered, caused her hot skin to press against my own. “You’re welcome, ” I said, cheeks burning red. Zeph released me, and looked at her shirt, “I should probably change. ” Eva smiled, “sure, and while you do, can tell me about your first battle with a real demon? ” Zeph beamed to Eva as they walked off, recounting her story. Timothy turned to me, “Tasha had arranged for a much different day for you, ” he smiled, “you have someone waiting in your room. ” “Who? ” Timothy placed his hand on my shoulder, “oh, I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, ” as he guided me towards the stairs leading to my room. … Once I reached my room, I froze. Of all the people I expected, the last person was Hana, her blond hair and burning eyes waiting to pierce into me. “Zithero! ” she shouted, storming up to me. I raised my staff into the air defensively, and she stopped a half a meter from my face. Hanna scoffed, “That red-headed woman came to me a few days ago, ” she explained, “and told me you were ready to make things right for me? ” I lowered the staff, “You’re not angry anymore? ” Hana rolled her eyes, “I’ve been furious, not that it helped me much, ” she showed me her right hand, now green and purple, with little thorns running along the back of her hand. To my shock, the green now extended up along her forearm. “But your advice did, ” she held her arm up, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, and since treating it like a plant helped before, I’ve been caring for my hand far better. ” “I am, sorry this happened to you, ” I explained, looking at my feet. Hana nodded, “That was what I originally came here for. To hear an apology, and to offer you my forgiveness. ” “Originally? ” I frowned. Hana nodded, opening the door to my room, narrowing her eyes on me, “That was, of course, until I met her. ” I walked in and saw Rose, her pot gone! She had brown root-like legs and was swinging them off of the edge of the bed, grinning wide. She stood about as tall as a five-year-old now, and waved to me, “Father! You’re home! ” My jaw dropped, how much of that water had she drank? “How long were you planning on keeping our child a secret from me? ” Hana chastised. “What?! ” I shouted, turning to Hana, “our daughter? She is-” “And her name, really? You name a rose, Rose? ” she shook her head, “Zithero, you need guidance in raising our daughter. ” I was about to say something before Rose interrupted. “Momma gave me a better name, father! Not that I disliked yours! But it’s the same, but better! ” Rose announced. “What are you two talking about? ” I asked as I faced Hana. “I am an expert in fixing things that are broken, ” Hana explained, “You named our daughter something silly, but she likes it, so I improved upon it. She is Rosalie now. ” Rose giggled, “Rosalie, Rosalie Rosey Rosalie! ” she beamed, “this is so much fun! ” “Wait, so what-” Hana pointed to the room adjacent to me, “I expect us to share custody, and I will help raise her along with you. She’s a very mature girl that understands that, despite you and I have no particular connection, we can still love her as our own. ” Hana grinned proudly, a grin she gave to Rose, er, Rosalie. “She’s a brilliant girl, like her mother. ” I groaned, “you women will be the death of me! ” … To update you all, It had been a few days since the incident at the prison. With time wonky in the Guardian Temple, where I am now living full time, with Rosalie and Hana, the season was that of Valentine's day. Tasha and Demond have been making most of us single folk feel a bit off with the rather open forms of love and affection they shared. Hana and I had explained to Rosalie what Valentine's day was, and the result was an immediate need for pink construction paper and Rosalie cutting out little hearts of varying sizes and giving one to everyone in the temple. I had a little gift to give someone myself, though, and I finally found time to steal away for my little discrete present. I had not seen Xei for some time, and while I used to dream about her, I could not forgive what she did to Rosalie. Hana had the same emotions when I informed her of Xei’s actions. Despite this, Xei attempted to make things right. When Rosalie reluctantly handed Xei a little cardboard heart, she looked to me with a face of heartbreak. “Can I give you something, Zithero? For Rose? ” “Rosalie, ” I corrected. Xei reached into a cabinet and pulled out a small container with holes in the top. She knelt to Rosalie, and opened it, “These little creatures are ladybugs. ” A few of them fluttered up to Rosalie’s petals, and she giggled, watching one crawl onto her leaf-like arm, “wow! ” Xei smiled, “they eat bad bugs that might try to suck your sap or nibble on your leaves, plus…” “They’re pretty! ” Rosalie beamed. Xei looked at me with a hopeful eye. “Thank you, Xei, ” I said flatly. Xei looked downward, “Zithero, what can I-” “I’m sorry, Xei, ” I shook my head, “I’ll talk to you later about this, not in front of Rosalie. ” Xei gave me a silent nod, and before she could say anymore, Rosalie and I had left. “I will name them daddy! ” I smiled, “of course Rosie, ” I chuckled as I thought of how a flower now had pet insects. Though I could tell they were simple ladybugs, they still were earthen spirits. I just hoped Rosalie didn’t get attached to creatures with such short lifespans. As I handed Rosalie off to Hana, I searched the Temple for my particular target. The items I had in my hands I had grown from a very strong and ancient seed of Dogwood I had found. A very strong wood back in the day. As I made my way through the Temple, I found Tasha, who apparently was alone for the first time all day. “Oh, hi! ” I shouted, frowning at Tasha, unsure if she was still angry from the other day. Tasha smiled at me, “Hello Zithero. ” “Where’s your other half? ” I asked. Tasha giggled, “I’m not sure, he won’t tell me! I think he’s got some kind of romantic surprise. ” I nodded, “Any luck with Jacob? ” Tasha sighed, “Irfan and Doctor Underhill continue to work with him. So far, we have dealt with the corruption, but his body is still mangled, and his anger towards you is severe. ” I nodded, unsure of what we could do, we had brought Jacob to the temple, but there were limits to what we could do. Tasha’s face lit slightly as she spotted a little red paper bag under my arm, “and what’s this? ” I blushed and pulled out a pair of arm guards, fashioned for a very large set of forearms. The items I had crafted from dogwood. Tasha looked to the bracers, and then me, pursing her lips and trying to keep her excitement in check, “is that for who I think it’s for? ” I nodded, “Do you know where she is? ” Tasha beamed, “Likely training, as always. ” “Do you think she’d like them? ” I asked. “She’ll love them, ” Tasha chuckled. Before I could find Zepherina, however, the doors to the temple burst open, and a slew of men rushed inside. “Get in! ” one man shouted, pushing several other soldiers behind him, “Come on Templar! In now! ” Timothy was making his way to the doors, “Colin! ” he said addressing the shouting man. Colin turned to Timothy, as a few of the men looked around in shock and awe. “We aren’t worthy…” a few had said. The man, Colin, turned to Timothy, “Saint Timothy, there’s a light over Jerusalem, as you described. ” Timothy frowned, “so… he will finally make his move. ” Tasha rushed over, “what’s going on? ” “Xyphiel’s begun his initial attack, finally, ” Timothy heaved a sigh, looking to Colin, “Anyone else with you? ” Colin shook his head, “no. Everyone is here. ” My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I picked it up, seeing an odd symbol on the screen. It was a black and red Mobius crest, something I had never seen before. “Uh, why is my phone on the fritz? ” Timothy walked over, and frowned, “It’s not. ” A moment later a man appeared sitting upon a throne. My head spun as I saw him, though he had salt and pepper hair and icy blue eyes, he had the same stance and visage as the Emperor card I had seen all that time ago. My blood ran cold as he spoke. “Citizens of Terra, I thank you for tuning it, ” he grinned, “It seems my last warning was not enough, so I shall demonstrate my power, ” he made a grandiose motion with his hand, “In an instant, I will destroy the most powerful city on your planet, utterly, and completely. ” Timothy frowned, looking to Colin, “how many were still in the city last you checked? ” Colin shook his head, “the IDF refused to leave, as did anyone we warned. None would believe us and the rest refused to believe it was possible. ” Timothy grumbled to himself, “Fools…” “And upon the destruction of this city, you will all repent your sins, and accept me as your savior, or suffer the consequences, ” Xyphiel began. What happened next was more terrifying than anything I had ever seen. It was not the threat of doom upon the holy city, nor was it a man hijacking my phone. The terrifying image was a pair of shapely hips in a long silver and black dress, gently sitting on Xyphiel’s lap. A curvy figure leaned into the camera frame, as ruby red lips pecked his cheek. Long and luscious black hair cascaded down to her mid-back, but the eyes were different. A pair of red lizard-like iris’s stared into the camera, with a sly and knowing grin. My mind reeled as I remembered my vision, the Emperor, and someone pulling his strings. “Wait, is that…? ” Timothy said before I cut him off. I finished Timothy’s sentence for him, the color draining from my face as I did, “ Bella DelAvana, ”.

Depression is a vicious bitch that not only drains your happiness, willpower, and self-esteem, but a curse that also takes away the essence of who you are, locking it away deep inside your own soul. The person you once were, full of hopes and dreams, sinks into a pit so deep it feels like there's no chance of ever escaping. Every smile that appears on your weary face, is nothing more than a carefully put together facade; A mask that has to be put on every morning, just to stop people hopelessly asking what's wrong. For me personally, it wasn't the loss of myself that bothered me the most, nor the anhedonia that occupied every moment of every day. No, the worst thing was my lack of empathy for the people around me: Family, friends, strangers, their presence seemed to make no difference to me whatsoever. It felt like they could all vanish from the face of the Earth, and it just wouldn't matter. This fact would become abundantly clear a couple of days ago, when I heard a terrified woman screaming outside, in the middle of the night. It was a blood curdling call of absolute terror, hopelessness, and despair. Though partially muffled, it rang loud throughout the entire neighborhood, waking me up from an uneasy slumber. I'm ashamed to admit, that my first reaction wasn't one of concern, or even morbid curiosity. What I felt, was little more than annoyance, that someone had dared to interrupt my sleep. Insomnia had become a fateful enemy in my daily life. A not so lovely side effect from the antidepressants my doctor had put me on. So, on the rare occasion I managed to fall asleep without too much internal quarrel, it was a pain in the ass to be suddenly awoken. Logically, I knew something was wrong, that I should at the very least have tried to help. I peeked out my window, trying to figure out the source of the distress, but I couldn't quite localize the sound. Instead of risking physical harm myself, I promptly called the police. They said a patrol car would be on its way, and that they'd give assist to the panicked woman once they found her. All in all, the dispatcher didn't seem too worried about the situation. In the meanwhile, I headed outside onto my porch, intending to help the police find this poor woman, when they arrived. Once I got outside, it sounded as if the screaming came from my own backyard, but as I checked it out, I could find nothing more than overgrown weeds and junk I hadn't cleaned up yet. I circled the house a few times, until I saw a patrol car pull onto my street. Since I was unable to figure out where the screams came from, I headed back inside to let the officers deal with the situation. Minutes later, the screaming stopped. Annoyed, but most of all, tired, I returned to bed. That night, I couldn't find a single minute of rest. Just the act of falling asleep had been an uphill battle since the start of my therapy. It's not that the drugs didn't help, because they did. They allowed me to get out of bed in the morning, and get about my day without breaking down. On the other hand, they didn't eliminate the undying depression still hidden within me. It was more as if the sadness had been numbed down; Still present, desperately etching its way towards the surface. The following day was an exhausting mess of work, coffee, and numerous toilet breaks. By the time day gave way to night, I just prayed that I could finally get some much needed shuteye. Alas, sleep would elude me once more, and as midnight approached, the air was once more filled with the horrific screams of the terrified woman. I got out of bed, a hint of worry shoving its way through the hazy emotional ocean within me. That time, I didn't even hesitate before calling the police However, the concern I had for the woman being in trouble, had turned into a certainty that she was just a raving lunatic under the influence of whatever drugs she'd gotten her hands on. Again, they promised to send a patrol car, and I headed outside to wait for them, ready to flag them down once they arrived. I went around my house, and still had the unsettling feeling that the screams came from my own backyard. I searched through the tall grass, checking if someone had been hiding in the dark, obscured by plants and dirt. Then it dawned on me. The screams weren't actually coming from the yard itself, but from under the ground. Somehow, the woman had been trapped under my backyard, her screams muffled by tons of dirt. Before I could think about it any further, I noticed the same patrol car from last night, pull into my street. I ran over to the road, and waved them over, hoping they could help me solve the mystery. Only one of the two officers stepped out of the car. He was a large man, approaching me with an annoyed expression on his face. “Sir, are you the one that called us? ” he asked. “Yeah, that was me, come over and help me, please! ” I asked frantically, trying to make myself heard over the nonstop screaming. All the while, I kept my eyes fixed at the ground, trying to pinpoint the exact location. “Did you drop something? ” he asked back, barely audible over the noise. I looked up, baffled at his sarcastic tone while someone was literally screaming for their life. “What the hell are you talking about? ” “You made a call yesterday, and today, about a person in distress. Yet, no signs of trouble have been found. Do you know how seriously we take fraudulent calls? ” he asked. It didn't take more than that, to realize how oblivious he was to the situation unfolding around him. “So, where is this screaming woman? ” he asked. “Wha – what? You don't hear it? ” I asked as I pointed towards the ground. “The screaming is coming from the ground? ” he asked, as if I was pulling a prank on him. “Yes! ” Then, as he saw the serious look on my face, his tone suddenly changed from sarcastic, to one of concern. He very gently kept asking questions, not about the screaming woman, but about me. “Sir, are you on any kind of medication, or do you have a history of hearing things that aren't there? ” I shook my head, “I'm just on antidepressants, but so what? ” I said, still not understanding what he was getting at. He took a step closer, carefully approaching me as if I were some wild animal. “Sir, listen. I know this all seems distressing, but I have to tell you, there aren't anyone screaming here, no one in trouble. Other than the two of us talking right now, the entire neighborhood is completely quiet, just as it was last night. ” I didn't respond, too afraid to believe the words he said. “If you just come with me now, we can get you some help, I know some great doctors that deal with these things, ” he continued. I immediately declined the offer, which resulted in a brief argument. Eventually he agreed to leave me alone, but only if I promised to schedule an appointment with my psychiatrist, to sort out my prescription. He also politely asked me to stop calling them about the 'non-existent, ' screaming woman. By the time he'd left my backyard, the screaming had already faded away for the night. I head back to bed, questioning my own sanity. Before attempting to sleep, I did some quick research online, and learned that some unlikely side effects of my medication, were auditory and visual hallucinations. I decided then and there, to stop taking the pills, and to book an appointment with my doctor, to figure out if we could try another drug. After another, mostly sleepless night, the morning greeted me with rain clouds and harsh wind. I skipped my morning pill, and decided to take the day off work to sort myself out. Then, if I suffered a complete, mental breakdown, at least no one would be there to witness it. I spent the majority of the day just playing games and watching stupid videos online. The day actually seemed to fly by, and before long, the gray clouds in the sky became obscured by the creeping darkness of night. I felt unnaturally awake, and weirdly anxious about the screaming woman, who I'd convinced myself was nothing but a figment of my overactive imagination. While I waited for sleep to overpower me, I kept staring out into my empty yard. Once midnight rolled around, I decided I was clear to get ready for bed. As I finished up brushing my teeth, flossing, and all the other impossible, and exhausting tasks necessary to be counted as a functioning member of society, I heard the screaming return for a third time. After the horror of the haunting scream had faded, I noticed something different about the woman. The yells that had seemed terrified, and in pain, had turned to cries of sadness, of fear, and they weren't muffled even in the slightest. I rushed into my bedroom, and peered out through my window. There, in the middle of my yard, stood a worn down well, seemingly materialized out of nothing. With little thought regarding my own safety, I went outside to check it out. I peeked over the edge, and saw what looked like an endless, pitch black abyss that led into nothingness. The cries continued, somberly filling the air with overwhelming emotion. “Hello? ” I called out cautiously. “Can you hear me? ” No response. Just the inconsolable wailing of someone who sounded like they'd lost everything in the world, that ever mattered to them. “Hey, are you hurt? ” I continued. Nothing... Before calling out again, I ran around my house, and into the garage. There, I grabbed a flashlight, an unnecessarily long length of rope, and chalk to improve my grip if I had to pull her up. I shined my flashlight down the endless hole, hoping the bottom, and its victim would reveal themselves. Even while leaning over the edge, it was too dark, and the well was simply too deep. “Listen, I'm calling for help. Hang on down there! ” I said, before pulling out my phone, and calling the police. Once they'd been called for the third time, making sure to confirm I was the person who'd disturbed them twice that week; they hesitantly agreed to send someone to check it out. I started lowering the rope down the well. I estimated about twenty feet before it hit the bottom, which made it all the more bizarre that I couldn't illuminate it with my flashlight. “Tie the rope around you, and I'll pull you back up! ” I yelled, as I started fixing the other end of the rope, to the car. She still hadn't answered me, so I gave her an extra minute to fix the rope around herself. Unfortunately, once I started pulling, it became clear that she hadn't even touched it. I tried again, and again, but she never caught on. After the fifth failed attempt, I figured my best bet would be to simply wait for the police. The job would be far easier with better equipment. I waited an hour for the police to show up, but they never did. All the while, I tried to talk to the frightened woman down the well, but she didn't even acknowledge my presence. In the end, fearing that the well would vanish as quickly as it had appeared, I decided to climb down there myself. It was a heroic, but equally stupid act. Even with my past as a rock climber, but I couldn't just let her sit there all alone. “Alright, I'm coming down! ” I said, before I grabbed the rope, and started my descent. Flashlight attached to the belt, and my phone safely tucked away in my zipped pocket. The descent itself should have taken no more than half a minute. I climbed down what I assumed was twenty feet, but I still couldn't see the bottom of the well. I started to worry that I had been wrong, that it was far deeper, and that I wouldn't have the power to pull myself back up, should it go too deep. Then, for the first time since the woman's screams and cries had started haunting me, she spoke. “No, what are you doing? Leave me alone! ” she said, on top of the sobs, as if the sounds were one and the same. “What? ” I said out loudly, more confused than anything. “Please, just go away. You don't belong here! ” she said, her voice becoming clearer by the second. It was an odd sensation. It didn't actually feel like her voice was a sound I could sense, but rather as if I could interpret her cries of despair. It was a language not spoken in words, but one understood by emotion. “No, I need to get you out of - “ I tried to say before the rope just slipped. The rope itself only sank down a couple of feet, but the movement was enough to make me lose my grip. I slid down as the friction burned my palms raw, until I just let go. I was falling, not just a few feet, but for minutes on end, an infinite distance towards the black void below. I don't remember hitting the ground. I just know that once I woke up, my arm had been shattered beyond recognition, mangled and useless. My foot didn't fare much better, but the flashlight had miraculously survived the fall, and lay only a couple of feet away. After forcing myself up into a sitting position, groaning as I instinctively used my broken arm, I reached out for the flashlight. I accidentally bumped into it while attempting to grab a hold of it, which caused it to roll innocently away, and drop into a hole in the ground, vanishing for good. The realization hit me like a freight train, that I hadn't actually reached the bottom of the well, but a plateau endlessly far away from the top, and equally far from the bottom. I peeked over the edge, and looked as the flashlight fell, shrinking until its once bright light became little more than a dot in the distance. I pulled out my phone. With its screen half broken, and the backside crushed, it was still my last beacon of hope in the literal pit of hopelessness I'd fallen into. I used the dim light from the shattered screen to observe my narrow surroundings, but apart from the hole going further down, there was little help to be found. “Hello, lady, are you still there? ” I called out, but no one responded. I didn't even think about helping her anymore. I just didn't want to be alone. The rope I'd used to climb down dangled inexplicably in front of me. Despite the distance I'd fallen, and the fact that the rope only reached for about fifty feet, it still existed impossibly within the darkness, taunting me with its presence. I couldn't hope to climb it up with a broken arm. Even if I could somehow grab onto the rope, it still seemed endlessly far to the top. I couldn't even see the opening anymore, and nothing but darkness existed above. Then, I heard a familiar voice coming from outside of the well... “I'm telling you, this is where I saw him last night, ” a muffled voice said. It was the cop from yesterday, the one that had questioned me about the screaming woman. “And he's not answering the door? You sure he's the one that called? ” another voice chimed in. “Positive, same number. He seemed a bit out of it though. I'm guessing he wasn't all there, if you know what I mean. ” “Poor sap, he really just wanted to help some woman that didn't exist, huh? ” “Yep, we'll circle around the house again, but then we're heading back, no point wasting time here again. ” I called out for help, hoping they'd somehow hear my cries, but it was futile. They couldn't hear the woman call for help; how would they hear me? I tried to call my colleagues, my friends, basically anyone on my short contact list, but they're not picking up. So, I'm using what little battery I have left to write this, to beg for help before time runs out. I can't climb out of this hole alone, and my only other route goes further down into the endless abyss of darkness. Please, I need help, but whatever you do, don't climb down the well, and don't follow the screaming.

I love apink cz they have nice voice and their songs that r so meaning. Their send their feeling for that songs. With people don't like apink cz they like body of the group girls members of apink can read my comments so I hope they would try to bring the nice song more in future. I love apink. Eva Green is 39 but here it looks like she got younger for this movie. She looks INCREDIBLE.

Why does he sound like gunna? 🤨.

While group behavior is powerful so is individual choice <3

And then you save your father from the bottom of the wave by diving deep down into soul crushing depths, roughly speaking. Der Faschismus ohne rassistische und antisemitische Elemente wäre eigentlich nicht schlecht. Anyone know the name of the song playing. Saludos. Perú U_u. The Swamp Lurker: a six foot tall elven woman with skin lesions and leprosy ulcers. The Swamp Lurker has been spotted in swamps all over the world and is always carrying a lantern. Legends say that she was once a cleric that was desperately trying to cure her city of a deadly disease. Those who make pacts with her have the strange quirk of attracting flies. She has been known to assist travelers as well as kill them. Corrin: an artificer that had achieved lichdom through human transmodifications. Corrin is now more machine than man. The Chained King: a large creature with black feathers and demon horns. The Chained King was punished by the gods for using forbidden magic. The Chained King now remains locked away by three chains, each will be broken if certain requirements are met. As of now one of the chains was broken when a woman gave birth to a beast. Fafnir: a 15 million year old red wyrm that has survived off of his unending list for gold. Fafnir uses his greed as motivation to remain forever living. Volk: a primordial living at the bottom of a volcano. Legends say when Volk arises from the volcano the entire continent will be lit aflame. Sobrick: a crocodile human hybrid often worshipped by lizardfolk who is said to spring from the bottom of the ocean depths to eat the sky when he escapes a maze of coral he is trapped in. Galia: The mother of all dryads, Galia is found in a forest in the feywild and is said to be 100-300 feet tall. Galia is responsible for creating seasonal change. If Galia dies she simply is reborn from her old corpse. Galia is lawful in nature and will only appear to those who she wishes to see. The Watcher: an invisible entity with eternal life grated to them by the gods of death. It’s impossible to know how old the watcher is or where they are at any moment but what is certain is they are always gathering information. Warlocks have made pacts with The Watcher but even they have never talked to or seen them. The Monolith: a monk that has been meditating for 2000 years. The Monoliths real name is Feng and he has not aged since he had been in meditation. The Monolith while being unconscious still has subconscious defenses. Many assassins have tried to kill The Monolith only to have their mind bombarded with psychic energy. William Greyhammer: a dwarven paladin that upon death was offered the opportunity to be the guardian of Celestia. William spends his days at the gates of Celesia making sure the people who enter are allowed there. Drakeslayer: a greatsword that was forged by a great cleric. Drakeslayer can speak telepathically and has a hatred for dragonkind. Drakeslayer is a +3 weapon and deals an additional 2d6 to all dragons. Behemoth: a 6 legged bear-like creature with chitinous plates and fur, a hairless head and sharp needle like teeth. Roaming the heart of the oldest forest in the land, its roar is audible from the villages near the edge. They say it sounds like the screams of thousands of creatures dying, and the war drums of a legion Goliath: a tiger-like creature with one pair of legs and a pair of muscular arms. It’s fur is thick and drips a dark viscous syrup. A head that looks almost reptilian in nature and thick sharp teeth like the heads of spears. It’s roar sounds like a screeching violin. On its stomach is a deep scar, scholars say the Goliath got this scar from a fight it survived with The Behemoth Spawn of Orcus: This entity is the result of an ancient summoning ritual gone wrong in the Underdark. 30ft in diameter, the Spawn of Orcus is an amalgamation of over a hundred humanoid corpses and skulls, fused together in a disgusting mutated formation of perpetually rotting flesh and bone. For centuries it has writhed in agony in a gigantic cavern known as the Sepulchre Sanguinis, where the original ritual once took place. Its agonizing wails can be heard for miles, and its only wish is it to spread pain and suffering to those who cross its path. Warforged Dragons: a peculiar species that was uncovered only recently. Warforged dragons are the rarest type of dragon and come in all forms of metals like copper, steel, iron, and even aluminum. The largest and most intelligent of the warforged dragons known is Gorashi. Gorashi breaths fire and poison, they have been known to make deals with mortals for knowledge they have gained in their lifetime. Barothgar: an orcish sorcerer that steals the remaining life force of the creature he kills. Barothgar has killed so many creatures that his estimated lifespan is 1. 3 trillion years. Barothgar is a name feared by all orckin. Some old and sick orcs venture into his mountainous domain so that Barothgar can give them a warriors death. Phenrodna: A failed attempt at creating a being with the power of sorcery artificially, Phenrodna is sealed inside a large gemstone through the use of the Imprisonment spell, and has been for many hundreds of years. Originally a normal human, it has lost that humanity, the wild magic coursing through its veins mutating it into a mercurial form that is ever shifting, while also driving it insane, and making it exceptionally powerful. It can be released from imprisonment by three kings simultaneously touching the crystal. Karthonon: a lich that lives in the feywild and is worshiped by the fairies living near him. Karthonon uses his worshippers as subjects for his alchemichal experiments. Karthonon is as of now not very well known however many of the feywilds best divination wizards forsee of a dark being using his power to destroy the summer court. Whether the being succeeds is uncertain. The dark being these wizards see is Karthonon. The Weeping King: A ghostly apparition that resides in a lonely, decaying long hall in the wetlands. Tears seem to eternally flood from his eyes and his hellish wail drives men to their knees. When he holds aloft his chipped, rusted sword a host of long dead warriors manifest around him Kumbaka: a dragonborn bard that was one of the first dragonborn ever born into existence. Kumbaka spent his life learning as many instruments and languages as possible. One day using his charm and cunning Kumbaka made a bet to a god of magic that if they couldn't kill him before he was done with his preformance tomorrow was over then he would be unable to age and won't die until they are finished counting to infinity. The god of magic agrred to this bet with confidence but on the night of the performance Kumbaka was nowhere to be found. Kumbaka had actually preformed in a different plane of existence which bought him enough time to finish his preformance before he could be found. Kumbaka knows that the god is almost done counting to infinity amd is planning one last show three years from now. In his life Kumbaka had learned to play 13 instruments and can speak 6 different languages. Kumbaka is proud of his accomplishments and is ready to die. The Hermit of the Glade: No one knows how old he is, but he has always been there, and will always be there. His house is well maintained, though of low quality. For some reason no one ever bothers him, and few even bother to visit. He is always polite, helpful and could even be called friendly by those who have tried to visit. Perhaps he is some old man blessed/cursed with immortality, or perhaps there’s more to his story. The Beast: A boar that has lived in the underdark for 1000 years. He was ordinary boar that grew too large. Throughout the ages hunters have tried to slay The Beast, but none have triumphed. The Beast has only grown, both in size and hatred. His thick hide bristles with the spears and blades of the hunters and warriors it has bested. Früdwark The Elder Giant: no one is sure if Früdwark is a storm giant or a separate breed of giant entirely. Früdwark is by far the largest and oldest giant known to giant kind. Früdwark has no concern for other giants, dragons, or mortals and simply wants to be left alone. Früdwark has a distaste for dragons especially because dragons seem to be the creatures that are always trying to pester him the most. Früdwark has been known to make deals with mortals so that they can stop bothering him and so that they can kill dragons who bother him. Filtara: the oldest dracolich still alive. Filtara was the creature that had taught mortals to achieve lichdom at the cost of their servitude. Filtara was betrayed by her servants and was banished to an endless void somewhere in the shadowfell. When Filtara escapes her prison she will plan to make all humanoids extinct for what they have done to her. Ythandr: a pit fiend that owns the endless library which is a huge landmark in the nine layers of hell. The endless library is considered the library with the most books and information within its walls. Those who make too much noise in the library are swiftly dealt with by Ythandr. First time offenders are warned and left with a painful burn mark, second time offenders are taken to an area of the library simply labeled "pain room". It's a mystery what happens in the pain room but each offender spends 20 years in it and always leave with the parts of their brain pretaining to memory removed and given back to them in a jar. Ythandr is one of the very few devils that were born before the nine hells existed. The Trader: a quiet, strange being who pulls a cart full of strange magical items for no known reason. They wears a cloak that is always oily for some reason, a mask that completely hides their face, and large leather gauntlets that go up to their elbow. They only accepts other magic items of equal value for trade, and their stock is completely random, one day they may have only a +1 dagger, the next they may have multiple +5 vorpal swords. They are immune to all magical effects, including any forms of divination. If a PC asks a god or being with similar power about them, the god/other being will have no clue who they are talking about. They are friendly to the party, but will refuse to leave their cart or reveal any skin no matter what. The Poison Tree: The Primal Aspect of Knowledge, both good and ill. Uncovering new information is to be celebrated, even when it brings about ruin. Some scholars believe the tree is purely a metaphor, written about to conceptualize complex ideas in a primitive age; some believe it to be real, and strike out on lifelong journeys to find it and eat of its fruit. Eros: Referred to as "The Mother of Monsters" in common parlance, this entity shares its name with the later goddess of love, though Eros is far more primal. It is love and lust in all of its forms, and its offspring and faithful are hybrids of monsters and humanoid species. Violent and terrible, the Forbidden Plateu of the Cult of Eros is home to rare species of beast and plant life. The very air there is said to corrupt mortals beyond recognition, twisting them into amalgams of man and monster. The Iron Pillar: Deep in the earth, it sings an endless song to all who dig toward it, though they do not understand it. Those who find it, fall to their knees in worship and expire in mortal terror. The Pig: a very strong woman with the head of a boar. The Pig can be found anywhere and everywhere as long as there is dim light. The Pig is a lawful neutral being that punishes those who try to defile the laws of nature. The Pig is said to be a failed experiment on how to prevent hunger but why the entity has lived for such a long time is beyond explanation. Those who have been killed by the hands of The Pig are found with no face and black ooze bubbling from a hole in their chest. The Yawning Willow: A sentient tree that speaks via the wind blowing through its leaves. The Yawning Willow is so old that it invented the language of druidic and has taught some of the first druids the ways of nature. Rinoir: he uses the body of a human once sworn in pact to Rinoir, now an avatar to him, as a demonic machine that has twelve mechanical arms protruding from the human’s old, withered, and blackened corpse. Rinoir is desperate to find a new host as his current one is getting more and more fragile as each year goes by. The Duke of Stone: a 20 foot tall being made of various stones and metals. The Duke of Stone is near impossible to describe due to their alien nature but some defining features are its many eyes and sharp, jagged body (if that even is a body at all). The Duke of Stone is a creature who takes joy in learning of its prey before petrifying them and engulfing their stone body into its horrendous figure. The Duke is always joking about how it "eats" and "sleeps" like a fleshbag, thinking of any creature smaller than him as a toy. Qpljhyt: an entity made of a pink fleshy substance that forms into a circle. The name of this creature cannot be pronounced by any creature except for gods and powerful aberrant mind sorcerers. Qpljhyt has been around since the creation of the material plane and will only give information to those who he wishes to give information to. Qpljhyt cannot attack but can use a special reaction to force a creature to make a DC 28 intelligence saving throw, on a failed save the creature is reduced to 0 hit points and on a successful save the creature take 30+20d12 force damage. Any creature reduced to 0 hit points by Qpljhyt are erased from time and space. Qpljhyt has a hit point total of 4000. Talveer: A roughly humanoid figure made of grey living ropes bound together, wearing rough clothing that seems to be made from parts of various clothes and other materials sown together. They wander the wilderness, if encountered by heroes or others with potential, they will offer a strange quest. The rewards will be good, but the consequences of failure morbidly bizarre. Accept the quests at your own peril, follow every letter and you will be rewarded, a single mistake will be worse than death. The Night Owl: an immortal being who owns a demiplane where the sun never rises and the party never stops. Those who get trapped on his plane cease to age with the downside of never being able to escape the endless party. The Birds: Ancient beings of Shadowfell that seep into the material plane through their disciples. Nobody knows where The Birds came from or what their true intentions are, as each of their followers are given a different set of powers and directives, but they are powerful. Those who know of their existence speak of visions of thousands of voices speaking at once, being in the center of a tornado of black wings, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Thornhart: A very old, forgotten god of life and nature, may be offspring of (insert your god of nature). His appearance resembles a massive hart with white fur tinged with green as if moss has been growing over him, with antlers made of interwoven vines covered in blooming flowers of all colors. A rainbow rack, it's called. Once long ago he was worshipped as a god of protection, rewarding those living close with nature. Now all he protects is his own Grove, mostly forgotten by all except the oldest of druids. He is standoffish to an irrational degree towards all but the most reverent of druids. Stormpale: A very old, forgotten god of war and death, may be offspring of (insert your god of war). His appearance is a massive falcon (about the size of a young red dragon) whose feathers are so black they seem to drink the light. He appears as though he's a shadow in the sky, or rather, a shadow projected onto the sky. The only part of him that is not inky blackness are his red eyes, which don't so much glow as they seem to reflect light back in a red haze. Seeing him in the sky has long been considered a very ill omen, portending war, famine, or death of some sort. However, at this point, being forgotten for so long, he is simply lonely, and is content to have a conversation with anyone. Arachae Cythalia: roughly translated from deep speech meaning queen of spiders, Arachae Cythalia is a spider with an old hags face and human feet on each of its ten spider legs. Arachae Cythalia has been building a web from the deep realm to the material plane and she will soon achieve her goals. Arachae Cythalia believes she deserves to be the goddess of spiders and intents to kill the current god of spiders. Arachae Cythalia gives birth to a freakish human spider hybrid race that has not been seen by anyone in the material plane. The ettercap species is considered a perversion of spiderkin to Arachae Cythalia and plans to cause a mass extinction to all ettercaps. Dreamstalker Child: an undead entity that manifests primarily in dreams, travelling from one dreamer to the next. It appears as a young child with an indistinct face that cannot be remembered, wearing a tattered grey linen tunic. If the dreamer reacts with fear or hostility towards the child, it will begin stalking them during waking hours. Small knife cuts will appear on the stalked person's body. If they walk near a dark doorway, they will feel a small hand grab them and try to pull them inside. The Golden Thrush: a small, plump bird with large, inquisitive eyes. Its plumage is brilliant gold, with brown spots and a white underbelly. Its song is a sparkling high-pitched trill, audible for miles. It is actually a remnant of the consciousness of an ancient forest spirit. If it witnesses someone damaging the forest or attacking the native creatures therein, it defends its domain by diving at the trespasser at incredible speeds, plunging through their body like a bullet. If fed mistletoe berries, it will grant a boon and safe passage through its forest. Warden of Agathys: a large muscular devil with blue skin and horns made of ice as well as a pigs nose. The Warden of Agathys hold the flail of punishment which is a +3 flail that magically causes painful spasms. The Wardens job is to punish sinners who were vile enough to make it into such a deep layer. After doing the same job for three millennia The Warden has perfected the art of torture to a science. Duchess of Wasps: a giant wasp with a head set ablaze with purple fire. The Duchess of Wasps can speak telepathically to creatures and loves to feast on mortal flesh. The Duchess of Wasps very rarely allows for deals to be struck with mortals but when she feels generous she allows for them to get power in return for food that her children may eat. The Duchess of Wasps will lay eggs in her victims and wait for them to hatch. Her lair is filled with wasps and corpses of humanoids, goblins, trolls, dragons, beholders, etc. Legends say that The Duchess of Wasps was once a druid that has transformed into a creature as disgusting as her heart, others say she was the first wasp to ever fly, whatever her story is nobody can deny how old and how powerful she is with near impossibly potent venoms, acids, and Psionics capability. Epok, Tilin, and Merq: The Planestriders: A trio of Alhoons that travel between planes successfully hiding for decades at a time. Every thirty years, they return to the Material plane to repeat their ritualistic sacrifices to extend their lives. They target weary travelers on quiet secondary roads. The story of these planestriders is thousands of years old. Scourge: a giant reptilian beast from a time long before man existed. It resembles a Tyrannosaurus with wings and horns. It can use a sonic roar as a breath weapon and break down fortified walls. It is said any city he visits is depopulated and left in ruins. Gnorman, The Gnomish Sythesist Summoner: He's an incredibly old gnome who at this point cant survive outside of his eidolon and is incredibly powerful. He spends most of his time making discount magic gear and supplies for the needy. The eidolon takes the form of a large mass of black tentacles. The People's God: A sentient, if simple mind created on accident via the arcane architects when a great ritual tripled the size of their city overnight. The People's God, or 'Ol Watchful, as it's called colloquially, is omniscient within the walls of the city and can be asked questions via prayer, though the answers are vague at best, nonsensical at worst. It's whispered that a band of vigilantes and a handful of neighborhood watches have learned to access it's knowledge in a more precise manner, and will go to extreme lengths to keep that knowledge out of the hands of the law. Many have claimed to see Ol’ Watchful but appearances vary from story to story and usually come from unreliable sources. Heart of The Undead: a mass of black flesh and rotten plant matter located in the shadowfell. The Heart will convulse occasionally and create a wave of necrotic energy from its convulsion. Any non undead who are within a 200, 000 foot radius of The Heart while it convulses will take 4d12 necrotic damage. Those who die from the necrotic wave are resurrected as zombies. It is uncertain of the connection between The Heart and undead as a whole but it seems like undead try to protect The Heart. Shatterquake: An ancient continent-sized Earth Elemental. It is said its steps could cause the very continental plates to shift. It slumbers now, and a family of Halflings have began unknowingly cultivating life from its back. One day, it may awaken. Yiith? : Long ago. when a cerebrilith devoured the mind of a minor god, its temple home was sealed away, the whole pocket dimension locked for eons and eons in fear of the demon leaking out divine secrets or power into the rest of the world. When the makeshift tomb was finally unsealed, all that was found besides bones and dust was a single sea snail, dull and healthy. It MIGHT be the cerebrilith Yiith, morphed into this inconspicuous form as a disguise or a side-effect of absorbing the god's magic. Either way, the explorers that raided the ancient home knew of its history, and have taken great care to ensure that this possibly-volatile creature stays under lock and key. Saurothid: What remains of an extremely powerful fiendish entity that was heavily wounded long ago. It is mindlessly spawing lesser monsters in its crippled state, and despite having powers that exceed even the most powerful wizards, it wants to die and will not actively resist against the party trying to kill it. Though it’s endless army of lesser devils and its aura of heat and darkness will still make killing Saurothid a difficult task. Fuishtar: known by some as The Great Scorcher, Fuishtar is a gargantuan fire elemental that can speak directly to the god of war. Fuishtar is a servant to the god of war and is used as a messenger by the god of war. There is a legend of a battlefield where both sides prayed for the removal of a tarrasque so that they may fight. Their prayers were answered and Fuishtar stayed the monstrosity, the cost of his services is that all tarrasque from them onward had immunity to fire. The Illumin: They are not known to engage with humans openly. But now and then, those who went spelunking or miners trapped in caves found themselves either led out by a mysterious light being. Or sometimes, led deeper in. The stories told around them are often suggestive that when someone becomes trapped in the dark, they measure a person by whether or not they bring light to others. Then choose to appear and lead them to whatever the Illumin wish them to see. Perhaps it is safety or their end. But whether or not the beings truly gauge such things or if they are each with their own whims and choices is not known to mortals. The Illumin themselves are creatures of the dark, deep, and below places. They are often compared to feyfolk or changelings but some scholars have theorized they share things in common with bioluminscent cave mushrooms or spores. They disappear in areas of light, and can shape themselves as they wish. Another more accepted theory is that they are the result of hallucinations and that they do not truly exist. Jack O’The Roadside: A tall, pale human man in patched suit who casts no shadow. He is seen by travellers on the side of the road at night, playing a golden harp and inviting them to dance. Should they dance his beautiful melody he will begin to up in tempo until it’s the fastest song in all the lands. It is said that those who can keep up with Jack are granted good luck for 7 years but those who fail encounter naught but misfortunes. Altabach: A large snake, in the upper range of an anaconda, with off-white scales and black eyes, fangs, and tailtip. Letters and words crawl over his skin like living text. He hoards secrets, and will answer two questions in return for the tongue of one's lover and the liver of a faithful hound. Stro The Patient: An immense egg that, at first glance, appears to be made of stone. It is sunk partway into the ground, and lichen grows over its surface. No one is certain for how long it has lain there, but there is no doubt it is alive: it's surface is warm to the touch, and a slow pulse, almost like a heartbeat can be felt by those standing near to it. Those living in its proximity may find themselves falling under its psychic influence and performing strange tasks. The ultimate goal of the unborn creature, as long as if and when the egg hatch, remain unknown. Mother Hornwort: Ancient even by hag standards, Mother Hornwort's hunched figure emanates an aura of power. She rides a giant stork as a mount, and has been known to feed it those she dislikes. She is avoided by sensible folk, but other hags sometimes seek her out for her knowledge, services, or to offer supplication in hopes of earning her favour. The Giants Shadow: a peryton that has survived thousands of years feeding on hearts and slowly growing. The creature is now larger than a wyvern and its shadow resembles a giant instead of a human. Soul of Winter: a glowing blue light in the shape of a woman that appears on the coldest night in winter. Many have theories on who she is and why she comes but they all vary from culture to culture. One culture believes she collects the souls of the dead to be judged, another says she is a frost hag that revels in making the coldest nights even colder, some say she’s an illusion brought by frigid weather on the eyes of naive travelers, no one will really know for certain. Umaraka: a gargantuan sea serpent that guards the entrance into the abyss. Umaraka is worshipped as a god of darkness and the sea by many cultists. Umaraka can speak to its followers through dreams, usually asking for more living creatures to be sacrificed in its name. The Forgotten King: a once great king that fell upon a curse that would slowly turn him into a god of madness. The gods knew that while they could stop his horrid new form from arising they couldn’t help but watch as the abomination unfolded before their eyes out of morbid curiosity. The forgotten king has been cursed for 500, 00 years now and looks like a deformed werewolf, having one hand being larger than the other, a horn protruding from his eye socket, sickly white colored fur, and pure white eyes. The Forgotten King has never transcended into godhood for the other gods refused to allow it. He now waits in his castles ruins waiting for his daughter (who’s been dead for many many centuries) to come back from her coronation as princess (an event that happened when he was still happy). Hearing him ramble on about how proud he is and how he will celebrate with tea can bring any man to tears. Sabaramha, The Dark Empyrean - The daughter of Tharizdun, Sabaramha is a six armed empyrean exceptionally talented in swords and life magic. Instead of the normal healing abilities that life magic would normally imply, Sabaramha's skills lie in the manufacture of diseases that can wipe out civilizations or the forced evolution of violent magical beasts. Oreglai, Shadow of Death - Oreglai appears as a giant rotting crow with a 2 mile long wingspan. All plants caught in its shadow wither and die, while creatures are afflicted with a horrible despair that can cause suicidal thoughts. Oreglai is infested with billions of insects that often reach gigantic sizes. Krullajer, The Fear Tyrant - This golden great wyrm turned shadow dragon feeds of fear itself. Fearing Krullajer himself will empower him and grant him immortality. Whereas, simple fear in general will also strengthen him, yet to a smaller degree. To seal away Krullajer, the gods built a magical artifact to make everyone and everything forget him. This artifact becomes more fragile as general worry, doubt, and fear spread across the world. Asherl-Khan, The Guilt of Gods - Khan, the former god of glory, was slain and reanimated as this undead husk of a god. Khan's artifact, The Mantle of Glory was also transformed into The Mantle of Guilt which now exhales an impossibly black fog that reanimates the fallen and converts undead into following Asherl-Khan's will. The other gods were too ashamed to face their former friend and thus had Sigil's Lady of Pain seal him away in one of her mazes. Voltius the Eternal: the oldest known vampire of the world. His large age and the gigantic quantities of blood he consummed granted him god-like abilities relate to his condition. He can smell any warm-blooded creature in a 3km radius, control blood with telekinetic power, making him able to slow down heart-rates, extracting precise quantity of blood, giving blood related diseases, etc..., shapeshift into anything, turn invisible, and is immune to any anti-vampires techniques. You can see his reflection in mirrors, holy water feels like water to him, he can go anywhere no matter if he was invited or not, sunlight doesn't do anything to list goes on. The Renegade God: A Nameless God who, in ancient times, sided against his fellows Gods. His name was erased from history, an he was chained deep beneath the earth. The King of Flames: A powerful Titan residing in a blinding palace on the back of a giant Phoenix, by which he travels the world. The Three-Faced Tree: An enormous and ancient oak with three humanoid faces protruding from it. They will answer any question: one of the faces always tells the truth, one tells what the traveler would want to hear, and the last one always lies. Xurv: a death tyrant located somewhere in the abyss. Xurv has no grand scheme or plan to conquer, he simply enjoys inflicting pain. Xurv will float above the abyss scouring one layer at a time trying to find demons. When Curv finds one he shoots a laser at it obliterating any trace of its existence. Pam: a frail old human woman who just never seems to die. She has outlived her children, grand children, great grandchildren and so on for so many generations, but the pain of loss just doesn't seem to dissipate. This has left her a bitter old woman. She holds intimate knowledge of ancient societies because, well, she lived there and she often yearns for the "good old days" when only sorcerers could make fire and magic couldn't be learned by any idiot who could open a book. She has attempted and failed at ending her own life and having it ended for her by provocation, but recently she has altered her strategy in life and is using her knowledge to indugle in a little necromancy. If she won't die, then neither will her great-great-great-great-great-great-grand children. If she succeeds, she will be united with her huge extended, risen again, family. The Forge: The Forge is a sentient entity... a golem of sorts. The Forge acts more as a portal when a hero commits their first great deed (I. e. slaying a dragon or protecting a kingdom) the Forge will appear out of nowhere, often emerging from nearby water sources of from the shadows. its 12-foot tall stature consumes the hero and they wake up within the Forge. They have the honor of watching the forge create their very own custom magical weapon. Old Rambler: A bark-encrusted quadrupedal humanoid with a skull that channels it's slow breaths through pipe-like protusions. It’s breath acts as a thick fog and any living thing that breathes in the fog takes constant acid damage, but is revived with increased vitality an hour after leaving it's presence. The Old Rambler wanders slowly through the swamps of which it is considered a patron. The Walker: Nobody's sure of this being's real name, or even what they look like; the Walker has appeared as male, female, elven, human, dragonborn, and many other races besides. Regardless of their form, the Walker is always found walking down a road or path, surrounded by golden motes of light. They have never been seen leaving or arriving anywhere. If the Walker is spoken to politely, they will reply and offer to grant the person "a light to watch their path". When the person accepts, one of the lights that surround the Walker will start orbiting them instead, and will keep doing so until they die (when it flies off in a straight line, presumably back to the Walker. ) If questioned about the direction of their journey or why they have lived so long, they will reply, "Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker? " The Myriad Faced One: a colossal entity that has tens of faces and hundreds of arms. He lived for trillions of years and is located at the intersection of all the planes of the multiverse. His goal is to fusion all planes to create a single perfectly balanced plane. Ugami: the first ever skeleton, sometimes called the ever-living warrior. Ugami had made a pact with a warlock to remain living forever so he can fight for eternity. The wizard agreed and now Ugami lives in an ancient dungeon waiting for his next foe. Centuries underground has left Ugami completely insane. Melezabeth: A severed undead head of an ancient giant, kept unliving only by its unsatiable gluttony. It has no bowels and everything it devours comes right through it, chewed and dropped from between all tangled sinews and veins that hang from its stump of a neck, all resembling grotesque tentacles and pseudopods. Melezabeth is mostly immobile, sitting atop of the ancient bottomless well, losing all its meals to the void beneath it. It can crawl, albeit very slowly. It can't be satiated, even with the help of its many cultists, which sacrifice countless victims to Melezabeth's all-devouring maw. Its minions suckle black goo from its disguisting arteries, like lambs of an undead goat, which gives them supernatural strength to do Melezabeth's bidding. They say the head has hypnotic abilities and when fought, it will often cannibalize its minions to instantly regenerate portions of health, catching prey with veiny tentacles and shooting nauseating goo from its swollen body. The Cottage: Deep in the Far Realm, protected by an unbreakable bubble of force, lies a small, picturesque, thatched country cottage, floating on an floating island of land with a small pasture for two or three sheep, a small wooden shed, and a vegetable garden. Two elderly humans can occasionally be seen, puttering about the garden, milking the sheep, or caring for the cottage in some way. Ancient tomes and beings with such knowledge describe them simply as The Husband and The Wife, but that is largely the entirety of knowledge about them. They, or similar beings, have lived in The Cottage unchanged for millennia. The bubble in which they exist is utterly unbreachable, even by divine power or spells that effect the nature of reality itself, such as Wish. Any attempts to reach the inside of the bubble result in the breacher being hurled from the area with insane speed and force. Anyone attempting to contact the couple through the bubble will be greeted with friendly nods and waves, but no other attempts at communication. The Abstract: The result of a failed attempt at Lichdom. The wizard was left a torn and deformed being; immortal but cut off from magic. They cannot cast spells of their own. Instead their aura perverts the magic of those around them. Twisting and tainting the effects of spells and magic items or weapons. Chirpy: A delightfully round songbird. Nobody can fully identify its species but know it to be a magical being of some kind. Chirpy is a primordial creature and despite having powerful magical potential still has the mind of a bird. They cannot be killed permanently by anything short of a god and when out of sight are capable of traveling from one point to another in an instant. Chirpy finds people interesting and will follow anyone who shows it affection. Liliveth: An ancient Oracle of a long forgotton deity who lives on an island in the middle of the ocean. She represents the turning between day and has two presences: She who walks the light, and she who walks the dark. She resides in two temples built into opposite halves of a mountain. The light temple is filled with light and magic based puzzles. The night temple is filled with dangers and fights taking place in magical darkness. At the end of each, she is sitting upon a throne. Small and frail but radiating with power. In the light, she will answer any three questions you ask, three answers, two truths, and one falsehood. In the dark, she will answer one question per individual, but the answer always rings true, and the asker may not like the answer. After a group leaves her temples, they will not open their doors again for anyone for 1, 000 cycles of sun and moon. 83: The Savior: a 7 foot tall angelic being with large white eagle wings, unnaturally pale skin, and no face. The Savior is rarely seen and seldom heard of. When a hero is doomed The Savior will come down and protect them from the fatal blow. Some say The Savior is a solar of the goddess of fortune but it is impossible to say for certain. Sightings of The Savior go back farther than elven history. 84. Keeper of The Body: a large grey mass that gives off immense amounts of heat and exists just beyond the edge of the universe. Very few have spoken to it but those who have had to pass an intense trail of strength to unlock a stone door with celestial writings saying “I Feel All”. Those who have spoken to The Body gain a feat called Fragment of the body which grants the creature +2 constitution and advantage on constitution saves. The Body tells all it meets that it must reunite with its kin. 85. Keeper of The Mind: a large blue crystal with other crystals attached to it resembling a pattern that gives off a strange sense of pressure and exists just beyond the edge of the universe. Very few have spoken to it but those who have had to pass a difficult trail of mental fortitude to unlock a stone door with celestial writings saying “I Know All”. Those who have spoken to The Mind gain a feat called Fragment of the mind which grants the creature +2 intelligence and advantage on intelligence saves. The Mind tells all it meets that it must reunite with its kin.

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