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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- mass effect: legion,
- npc: the historian,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ good omens: crowley
[ENSŌ] - THE TEMPEST NEVER DIES
Who: Everyone!
What: The final player enters the field
When: April 30th and onward
Where: On the coast of Ensō
Warnings: Nothing of note!
For the past several months, you've seen it on the horizon. A dark shape, at first, like a distant landmass getting closer and closer. It's continued to draw close, until it becomes apparent that for all it might look like a fragmented chunk of land, overgrown with moss and decaying vegetation, it is far from it.
It's a living being.
And by April 30th, it will have made landfall. A rush of seawater surges up over the beaches of Ensō as the beast settles along the northwestern shore, hulking and massive and rivaling even the great dragon Ahidalgo in sheer size.
When they nestle down against the edge of Ensō, they will lift their heavy head, rocky and streaming water, and open a set of six small, glowing eyes.
At least until they speak aloud.
"SO. THIS IS WHAT YOUR HISTORY HAS WROUGHT."
They're not going away anytime soon, either. It's only a matter of time before the other two gods in the area realize what's happening and reach out.
If you want answers, better talk to them now.
What: The final player enters the field
When: April 30th and onward
Where: On the coast of Ensō
Warnings: Nothing of note!
For the past several months, you've seen it on the horizon. A dark shape, at first, like a distant landmass getting closer and closer. It's continued to draw close, until it becomes apparent that for all it might look like a fragmented chunk of land, overgrown with moss and decaying vegetation, it is far from it.
It's a living being.
And by April 30th, it will have made landfall. A rush of seawater surges up over the beaches of Ensō as the beast settles along the northwestern shore, hulking and massive and rivaling even the great dragon Ahidalgo in sheer size.
When they nestle down against the edge of Ensō, they will lift their heavy head, rocky and streaming water, and open a set of six small, glowing eyes.
At least until they speak aloud.
They're not going away anytime soon, either. It's only a matter of time before the other two gods in the area realize what's happening and reach out.
If you want answers, better talk to them now.
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And you didn't answer my question: What's it to ye?
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YOU WALK ON THE PRODUCT OF THE STUBBORNNESS OF MY OWN KIN.
I AM THE HISTORIAN.
I AM THIS WORLD'S HISTORY, START TO END.
IT WAS MEANT TO HAVE ENDED.
AND YET...YOU ARE ALL HERE.
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Ah.
Castor is quiet for a moment, pondering - this is just a bit bigger than she's used to contemplating.]
We are all here, aren't we. But... so're you. If yer meant te be the world's history, 'Start to End'... shouldn't you've ended when it did? Or is that same stubborness keepin' ye here too?
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FOR THERE IS NO WORLD WITHOUT ME.
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S' no big leap te guess if you go, this all goes with ye then, huh? That doesn't seem fair.
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WATER HELD ME DOWN FOR A TIME. FOR A LONG TIME.
ONLY RECENTLY WAS I MADE FREE TO MAKE MY OWN WAY HERE.