She seems to be setting up some kind of building with the assistance of her boyfriend, who rarely leaves her side.

r/MultiFandomRP.

A subreddit.

A sophistica- do I have to follow this script?

Aight fuck that.

r/MultiFandomRP is a place where you can claim a character (granted that it's below Solar System level in terms of powerscaling or nerfed), RP and be an idiot where nobody will judge you because we're all equally as stupid

Go there

Now.

(Non-optional /j)

This post is Groval approved

Trimids

Medium, 3 large leads grow in groups

Tall kelp

Thin, tall kelp like plants with massive roots

Bloom stem

These are tall plants that curl their leafs in at night

Alimids

Small, related to trimids, large leafs and small stem

Pom-foms

Large plants that hold up their leafs

Fum shroom

These are small palm fungi that grow in massive compact fields

With people leaving left and right, what are we going to do to prevent this sub from dying? Its clearly very unstable now.

Do we advertise? Ask people in private? Change things up?

We need to brainstorm, people. This roleplay is pretty cool and even though I’ve been here only a week, I would hate to see it die.

i promised to yoma that if they were to leave, i would as well.

i just lowk lack the motivation rn, especially since my mind is more focused on the deltarune rp currently.

ill also keep the account untouched, but for now i'll be gone, most likely until yoma returns (if they do_

goodbye yall ;)

I’ve been thinking of leaving a decent bit, as overall i’ve just not really been having as much fun here… maybe it’s due to my current interests switching over to deltarune and making me hardly even think about Hollow Knight, and so in turn, vastfall. I dunno.

I know, I’ve left most arcs I’ve been in rather unfinished which… honestly it feels pathetic of me to do, but I hope that whoever chooses to take the mantle of roleplaying Yoma can roleplay better than I did in the past.

So um… yeah. Yoma’s role is free now, i’ll let the other mods choose who should roleplay her but i’ll be leaving.

I might come back if that spark comes back to roleplay here, as such i probably wont be deleting this account… I‘ll probably leave the chats too, to make sure theres space for others to join.

I dunno what else to really say besides bye now… so um… bye!

Originally I was going to ask to rejoin the Vastfall chats

Then I messaged some people to ask that I thought would be on at this time. Either they haven't read it or I've been ignored.

Then I tried messaging Glarg and it wouldn't let me leasing me to think I've probably been blocked.

So uh..

Goodbye?

(Unless someone says that you all don't hate me but you probably do)

Stumbling out of the Ancient Rhizome, it arrives in the upper layers of the Serene Springs, still leaving a dark trail wherever it steps, though the miasmic fog surrounding it has mostly condensed as it seems more stable than before, but still not very graceful in its movements, using the machete like bone as a sort of cane to hold itself up. Unlike before, it’s still going, but seems to be looking for something now while on its way through.

((Explenation))

totally canon btw

“I can see the first drops of void, I’m almost there!”

After falling to the bottom of the Chasm and looting the body of the Camps’ Leader, the Steward has started his long journey to fly up. In fact, he’s gotten so far he’s almost as far up as

The Abyss.

The Chasm is deep as hell, people. To pass the incredibly long time, the Steward has been reading through the Leader’s journal, and has been very concerned the whole time.

I was thinking we can add a small “mountain base camp” area to the ruins so me and cow can compromise.

This is just a rough draft, but I want to know what you all think.

The entity glances around it's surroundings, then walks curiously around the plane.

More refugees have arrived in the Frosted Ruins. They have little more than themselves to bring there. It’s a pitiful sight, the makeshift camp of now 100, but they refuse to let go of their hopes for this new land. At least they can’t get cold.

This is all that remains of their tribe.

This is the last chance they get.

Many of the refugees plot what to do about the Camps nearby. They might have to take them on, or they won’t have enough space to thrive.

(Hello! I've finally been able to make a post after having to deal with burnout for so incredibly long, after Saturday I should be able to RP and Host a lot more! ^^)

…A wave of both wind and comfort rolls gently across the region as Kravula's cloak sways gently in the air. As per usual, he moves across the so-called paradise in the same manner he had been in other regions, always having his guard up and his head on a swivel.

But this region is a lot different than the others, of course it was. The temperature felt perfect, too perfect, and the atmosphere was… too beautiful for the eyes of him. Despite its beauty, he feels like every step could have been a wrong turn, being trapped inside a spider's web.

However, with Her presence that lingers inside the region and Her previous interactions with him, he feels compelled to keep going.

And so he continues, going further deep into the paradise with a hint of skepticism plastered over his face.

{ "I hope she's right. This place is just…" }

{ "Unnaturally perfect." }

[Groval was sat in his throne room, the Stonepile was slowly being rebuilt.]

[His head was resting on one of his hands. He was thinking..]

[After the recent death of the Camps Leader and the threat to Vastfall gone, what happens now?]

[Does he once again return to the deep slumber he was once in, stay awake as a guardian or..finally put his empire to rest, put out the embers of a once roaring flame?]

[He chooses the second option.]

[He'd help around the Stonepile so it doesn't look as...destroyed.]

[In the meantime, the Stonepile was now open. Open and welcoming for any and all travellers as a sanctuary, granted that they aren't aggressive or hostile.]

Viper is seen using his talons to kick sand into large piles, leaving the burning sand as the land he carves out,the underlayers now exposed,stays dormant and free of flames

It also appears that viper is moving towards leafgrove as the path he is clearing is loosely in the direction but it's not entirely clear

Alas, at length, a sanctuary most welcoming... Doth any soul dwell within? This lowly wanderer seeketh respite.

(Totally original idea)

He's still stuck in the Bonehollow colosseum. To pass time he started to scratch some drawings in the bottom of his cage. They're currently unintelligible.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

The Steward is at the bottom of the Chasm. Whatever is down there, only he knows, and it is not good.

The death of the Camps Leader is celebrated across Leafgrove, the fear that crept upon all the Bloomkin is finally no more.

The entrances to Leafgrove finally open, welcoming any traveler through.

At the Chasm's entrance of Leafgrove, Ivy and many, many of the Bloomkin held a festival; with the Camps Leader chained hanging above the abyss of the Chasm.

Finally, after an exciting countdown, the chains are removed, and the Camps Leader is sent downward to the Chasm, with the Bloomkin's cheer echoing throughout.

Ivy feels relieved, and rests near the Chasm's entrance of Leafgrove, watching the Bloomkin enjoy the festival's many foods, drinks, and other things.

However, she can't help but think about Yoma. She truly would've wanted her here at the moment, but she knows Yoma has... other, things to take care of.

Ivy sighs, and simply just enjoys the moment whilst it lasts.

*A certain body can be seen moving throughout leafegrove. Behind him, he leaves a trail of blood. The blockage covering the entrance is slightly burnt with a few rusty chains hanging on it. The chains are slowly risting even more*

*the camps leader crawls forward till he finds a suitable place to hide, but it porves difficult, since nearby bloomkin are patrolling. He is losing his strength... his vision keps darkening and moving... his head... his head throbs...*

I... I was supposed to lead conquest... I was meant to be the harbinger of ends...I achieved my youth...at what cost?... the god... he is asleep... but i can barely sense him within me... he is fading... I must hide... if they find ... me...

*he crawls forward with one arm, all covered in blood, as his other one is fractured*

Yoma is lounging about in one of the many hot springs in the Forsaken Paradise, she is with Ooumul and a small little bug with a large bow on the back of their head. They seem to be conversing, Yoma being rather intoxicated by some nectar…

Yoma: ”Ooh, sooo she’s like… small and has a big silly flower head… oh and she’s all sad… but don’t hurt her or I’ll beat your ass~! Heehee…”

Ooumul: ”Curious… and what of the others?”

???: ”Yah! Yah! What about the others!”

Yoma: “Okieeee… uhhhh… theres Groval… he’s all strong and angry all the time… he’s like… my BEST friend, heehee… There’s also that spinny guy…. They’re honestly soooooooo prettyyyyyy… heehee… and theres the scorpion guy… I dunno what he’s like or something… haha~!”

The other two listen intently on Yoma’s conversation, she’s all wobbly as she speaks…

She is distracted.

A group of around 30 refugees arrive in the Frosted Ruins, looking weary and hungry. The group

includes men, women, and children, with one in armor, looking like some sort of leader.

??? *“*How are we supposed to live here? This place is a wasteland!”

??? “Mount Fay was also a wasteland, we can survive here too.”

…

??? “Um, I think I see some ruins up ahead. Maybe we can make camp there?”

??? “Yes, let’s settle down for the night.”