HOME | DD

Description
Soli Deo Gloria

"I need a study break...”
Once the green Disk of Returning had activated, Zorial found herself in an odd space, tiled with grey, decorated with party supplies and filled to the brim with people she’d met on her adventures (and some she hadn’t). Oh, and for some reason the room extended out infinitely.
“Welcome back. Ah, it’s you, Zorial.” The purple spider that had first greeted her coming to this place was mixing up a groovy beat.
“Anything new around here? I needed a break from the violence.” She inquired.
“Yes, actually.” He changed out the record he was currently mixing. “It seems an odd lot of creatures had your same idea.”
“Oh, you mean Zilyana and the others?” She asked.
“No, these are different ones.” He explained. Suddenly, a light went off in her head that manifested in a Lightbulb emote.
“Would they happen to be....an illujanka and a blue dragon, a pair of blue and red demon sisters, a giant blue bear-wolf-stag thing, a masked mannequin and a blue and green giant?” She uttered, her excitement clearly rising to a fever pitch.
“...Why, yes-”
“WHERE ARE THEY??” Despite having headphones on the spider covered his ears.
“You don’t have to screech at me. They’re to the southwest.” Without even bothering to say bye, Zorial rocketed off in that direction. She slowed down as the table came into view and gasped. It was quite a large table, as it turned out, filled with frothy beverages. She caught snatches of a conversation.
“...But you see, WE are the most popular boss to face in the Heart!” It was Nymora and Avaryss, who then clinked a pair of drinks together as seemingly a cheer to their own popularity.
“That is merely because you are the easiest. Players come to me because I am the most profitable!” Vindicta replied, with a faux tone to her aggression. “You don’t see anyone clamoring for your invention perk...”
“Maybe more profitable on average, but I am far more consistent with my profitability, little dragon rider. I don’t see your essences selling for upwards of 5 mil.” The shrill voice of the one who spoke caused Zorial to perk up. Without much warning, suddenly the wight found himself tackled to the ground by the Icyene.
“Hi Best Boss!” She said, squealing. The others looked at her dumbfoundedly, but Helwyr in particular raised his white, furry eyebrows.
“Get off me...” Greg mumbled, and Zorial did so, still grinning madly at the undead mannequin. He then got up.
“....And, as you can see, Vindicta, I have fangirls.” He laughed a little bit, the shrill sound echoing through the infinite corridor.
“What ARE you doing, Zorial? You’re supposed to be on MY side!” Helwyr said, somewhat annoyed, though it sounded like it was for show.
“It is true...I know my World Guardian’s a Serenist and it would make sense for you to be my favorite! I still don’t know how this happened!” She chuckled awkwardly. “You’re still cool, though. In fact, you all are!”
A collective “Awwww!” went around the table, and all were smiling.
“Like, look at these! I made these for my door on Halloween and Mod JD printed them out and hung them up in the office!” She somehow produced several sheets of paper and handed them to their respective persons. “See? Homemade faction banners!” She clasped her hands together and smiled broadly.
“W-Wow...” Avaryss said, as she saw the artwork. “You drew us together!”
“Be careful not to burn it, sister.” Nymora replied, chuckling.
“This shall rally the forces of Seren to fight the creatures of darkness!” Helwyr responded, though he squinted to see the drawing. He eventually settled for temporarily returning to his elf form to look at it.
“The might of the Dragon Riders lives on in this glorious visage, Gorvek.” Vindicta said, then rolling up the paper and putting it in a spare sheath.
“You are all fools. Through this I shall secure domination of my master Sliske! Heheheehahahaha!” Greg then had a shadow carry off the drawing to Sliske knows where.
However, throughout it all, the Anima Warden lay asleep and dormant. Zorial looked over at him.
“Have any of you been able to wake him up?” She inquired.
“No. I think he needs a player to go by him to wake him up.” Helwyr said, crossing his arms.
“Right, then.” She walked over, and promptly Telos looked up and jolted awake, looking down at the Icyene.
“You have made a grave mistake. You made drawings for all of them but not for me!” He said, apparently having heard the commotion in his sleep.
“I didn’t leave you out, Telos! You just don’t have a faction banner...but I made other things too!” She chuckled a bit, and twiddled her fingers. “I don’t know if it’s harder to draw you or fight you, hehe...”
“Show them to me then,” the great Anima guardian demanded.
“Well, I made cute versions of everyone...and I’ve included you in a couple comics...” Zorial ruffled around in the digital space, and pulled out more papers, distributing them around the table. Telos sent down some of the vines on his left arm to grab the paper, then examining them.
“I don’t know which is harder, Telos, drawing you or fighting you.” Zorial chuckled. “Somehow I can see you on the login screen and fight you for a good chunk of the summer and STILL get details wrong!”
“...Thank you.” For a moment, the great Anima Guardian seemed puzzled about where to put the paper.
“A cheers to the World Guardian?” Greg said, balancing a mug of what looked like beer on his shoe in a position impossible for human but perfectly normal for a double-jointed mannequin.
“A cheer!” The reply from around the table was unanimous as all picked up their beverages and tried as they could to toast. Zorial and both Twin Furies had a glass of wine; upon closer examination Greg’s mug was actually filled with some kind of energy. They then drained their respective beverages, laughing all the way.
“You know, I just thought of a joke.” Zorial piped up, using her empty glass as a mock microphone. “Sometimes the heart can be in-Fury-ating. You may need to put in an e-Greg-ious amount of effort. It may even seem like Helwyr at times. But you’ll eventually have Vindicta-ry and you can Gorvek and Telos all about it!” From an unexplained place, a rimshot went off. Zorial put up two thumbs up and grinned ear to ear, all too pleased with her cheesy punderstorm.
There was pindrop silence as the bosses pondered the jokes, before a resounding bout of laughter was had around the table.
Zorial then looked at her watch. “Drat, I gotta go soon. But before I go....I think the music could use some spicing up.” Zorial said, shooting a knowing look Greg’s way.
“Heheheayayayaya.” He dissapeared in a poof, then appearing next to the spider. A shadow snatched his headphones from him, and put them on the wight. Then, he changed the record. Suddenly, an all too familiar dubsteppy track echoed through the whole infinite room, and Zorial started to dance
“Now THIS....is my jam!” She grinned from ear to ear with manic glee.
“We will not be undone! Let us light the dance floor on fire, sister!” Nymora said. The two sisters high fived, and got into the groove together. They probably would have made Char jealous with their fire dancing.
“The Illujanka will not be put to shame!” With Vindicta and her trusty steed now also making use of fire, there was a very real risk of the whole Behind the Scenes being burnt down without further intervention.
“We...will...DANCE!” Helwyr assumed his beastly form with a bit more flashiness than usual.
“Hold still, invaders.” Somehow, even Telos got in on the fun with flashy anima.
This continued on for several minutes. Even the original God Wars bosses got jealous and joined the party.
“Whew...that was fun. I really gotta go now, though. Real life calls. But...can I get a hug?” She said, looking at all the bosses. Thankfully Kree’arra helped put out the fires.
“Hug!” Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, as Zorial almost found herself crushed by the sheer weight of her beloved bosses.
“Wellp...goodbye! See you guys next instance! Or....in a random ad while I’m studying.” She waved, gave a knowing glance to her favorite boss and then walked away.

Description
Soli Deo Gloria

"I need a study break...”
Once the green Disk of Returning had activated, Zorial found herself in an odd space, tiled with grey, decorated with party supplies and filled to the brim with people she’d met on her adventures (and some she hadn’t). Oh, and for some reason the room extended out infinitely.
“Welcome back. Ah, it’s you, Zorial.” The purple spider that had first greeted her coming to this place was mixing up a groovy beat.
“Anything new around here? I needed a break from the violence.” She inquired.
“Yes, actually.” He changed out the record he was currently mixing. “It seems an odd lot of creatures had your same idea.”
“Oh, you mean Zilyana and the others?” She asked.
“No, these are different ones.” He explained. Suddenly, a light went off in her head that manifested in a Lightbulb emote.
“Would they happen to be....an illujanka and a blue dragon, a pair of blue and red demon sisters, a giant blue bear-wolf-stag thing, a masked mannequin and a blue and green giant?” She uttered, her excitement clearly rising to a fever pitch.
“...Why, yes-”
“WHERE ARE THEY??” Despite having headphones on the spider covered his ears.
“You don’t have to screech at me. They’re to the southwest.” Without even bothering to say bye, Zorial rocketed off in that direction. She slowed down as the table came into view and gasped. It was quite a large table, as it turned out, filled with frothy beverages. She caught snatches of a conversation.
“...But you see, WE are the most popular boss to face in the Heart!” It was Nymora and Avaryss, who then clinked a pair of drinks together as seemingly a cheer to their own popularity.
“That is merely because you are the easiest. Players come to me because I am the most profitable!” Vindicta replied, with a faux tone to her aggression. “You don’t see anyone clamoring for your invention perk...”
“Maybe more profitable on average, but I am far more consistent with my profitability, little dragon rider. I don’t see your essences selling for upwards of 5 mil.” The shrill voice of the one who spoke caused Zorial to perk up. Without much warning, suddenly the wight found himself tackled to the ground by the Icyene.
“Hi Best Boss!” She said, squealing. The others looked at her dumbfoundedly, but Helwyr in particular raised his white, furry eyebrows.
“Get off me...” Greg mumbled, and Zorial did so, still grinning madly at the undead mannequin. He then got up.
“....And, as you can see, Vindicta, I have fangirls.” He laughed a little bit, the shrill sound echoing through the infinite corridor.
“What ARE you doing, Zorial? You’re supposed to be on MY side!” Helwyr said, somewhat annoyed, though it sounded like it was for show.
“It is true...I know my World Guardian’s a Serenist and it would make sense for you to be my favorite! I still don’t know how this happened!” She chuckled awkwardly. “You’re still cool, though. In fact, you all are!”
A collective “Awwww!” went around the table, and all were smiling.
“Like, look at these! I made these for my door on Halloween and Mod JD printed them out and hung them up in the office!” She somehow produced several sheets of paper and handed them to their respective persons. “See? Homemade faction banners!” She clasped her hands together and smiled broadly.
“W-Wow...” Avaryss said, as she saw the artwork. “You drew us together!”
“Be careful not to burn it, sister.” Nymora replied, chuckling.
“This shall rally the forces of Seren to fight the creatures of darkness!” Helwyr responded, though he squinted to see the drawing. He eventually settled for temporarily returning to his elf form to look at it.
“The might of the Dragon Riders lives on in this glorious visage, Gorvek.” Vindicta said, then rolling up the paper and putting it in a spare sheath.
“You are all fools. Through this I shall secure domination of my master Sliske! Heheheehahahaha!” Greg then had a shadow carry off the drawing to Sliske knows where.
However, throughout it all, the Anima Warden lay asleep and dormant. Zorial looked over at him.
“Have any of you been able to wake him up?” She inquired.
“No. I think he needs a player to go by him to wake him up.” Helwyr said, crossing his arms.
“Right, then.” She walked over, and promptly Telos looked up and jolted awake, looking down at the Icyene.
“You have made a grave mistake. You made drawings for all of them but not for me!” He said, apparently having heard the commotion in his sleep.
“I didn’t leave you out, Telos! You just don’t have a faction banner...but I made other things too!” She chuckled a bit, and twiddled her fingers. “I don’t know if it’s harder to draw you or fight you, hehe...”
“Show them to me then,” the great Anima guardian demanded.
“Well, I made cute versions of everyone...and I’ve included you in a couple comics...” Zorial ruffled around in the digital space, and pulled out more papers, distributing them around the table. Telos sent down some of the vines on his left arm to grab the paper, then examining them.
“I don’t know which is harder, Telos, drawing you or fighting you.” Zorial chuckled. “Somehow I can see you on the login screen and fight you for a good chunk of the summer and STILL get details wrong!”
“...Thank you.” For a moment, the great Anima Guardian seemed puzzled about where to put the paper.
“A cheers to the World Guardian?” Greg said, balancing a mug of what looked like beer on his shoe in a position impossible for human but perfectly normal for a double-jointed mannequin.
“A cheer!” The reply from around the table was unanimous as all picked up their beverages and tried as they could to toast. Zorial and both Twin Furies had a glass of wine; upon closer examination Greg’s mug was actually filled with some kind of energy. They then drained their respective beverages, laughing all the way.
“You know, I just thought of a joke.” Zorial piped up, using her empty glass as a mock microphone. “Sometimes the heart can be in-Fury-ating. You may need to put in an e-Greg-ious amount of effort. It may even seem like Helwyr at times. But you’ll eventually have Vindicta-ry and you can Gorvek and Telos all about it!” From an unexplained place, a rimshot went off. Zorial put up two thumbs up and grinned ear to ear, all too pleased with her cheesy punderstorm.
There was pindrop silence as the bosses pondered the jokes, before a resounding bout of laughter was had around the table.
Zorial then looked at her watch. “Drat, I gotta go soon. But before I go....I think the music could use some spicing up.” Zorial said, shooting a knowing look Greg’s way.
“Heheheayayayaya.” He dissapeared in a poof, then appearing next to the spider. A shadow snatched his headphones from him, and put them on the wight. Then, he changed the record. Suddenly, an all too familiar dubsteppy track echoed through the whole infinite room, and Zorial started to dance
“Now THIS....is my jam!” She grinned from ear to ear with manic glee.
“We will not be undone! Let us light the dance floor on fire, sister!” Nymora said. The two sisters high fived, and got into the groove together. They probably would have made Char jealous with their fire dancing.
“The Illujanka will not be put to shame!” With Vindicta and her trusty steed now also making use of fire, there was a very real risk of the whole Behind the Scenes being burnt down without further intervention.
“We...will...DANCE!” Helwyr assumed his beastly form with a bit more flashiness than usual.
“Hold still, invaders.” Somehow, even Telos got in on the fun with flashy anima.
This continued on for several minutes. Even the original God Wars bosses got jealous and joined the party.
“Whew...that was fun. I really gotta go now, though. Real life calls. But...can I get a hug?” She said, looking at all the bosses. Thankfully Kree’arra helped put out the fires.
“Hug!” Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, as Zorial almost found herself crushed by the sheer weight of her beloved bosses.
“Wellp...goodbye! See you guys next instance! Or....in a random ad while I’m studying.” She waved, gave a knowing glance to her favorite boss and then walked away.