Prolly, Goddess of the Dead Sun

DAHA! A full day of tablet scratching and distractions have finally come to an end! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I give you: PROLLY.

You might want to duck. I'm about to toss a heaping mass of flavor text your way!

**WARNING** Without context to the setting, this flavor text can be a bit confusing. She's an OC from a free-form skype role play hosted by my boyfriend. I was assigned to play the roll of the Goddess of the Dead Sun. I designed her myself but the setting in which she belongs to is not mine. So kind of like a collab character, if you will. NOW FOR STORY. Let me sum up. In the setting, there is a Dragon King. The Dragon King was feeling particularly angsty one day about the kingdom that cursed his existence and decided to throw them into an age of darkness. He didn't exactly expect the sun to be a living entity. But the process of swallowing the sun and then projectile flame-vomiting it across the sky killed him. So he also didn't care.

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FLAVA TEXTU:

The shadow-wreathed flames plummet from the sky, an arc of trailing flames scattering in a thousand directions. The body of fire spreads a crater in the water's surface before impact, when it strikes a plume of boiling water and steam erupts outward a mile in each direction. The fire extinguishes, leaving a black core disintegrating in the fresh surge of returning water as it tumbles towards the ocean floor.

 

The dissipating soot reveals a woman, her body a softly glowing metal that remains burning hot even in the icy cool at the ocean bed. She uncurls herself gracefully, landing on the rotted remains of a boat. She looks around the murky waters, she is the only source of light save the dim glow of the surface. Prolly turns, and places her hand on the wheel. All around her phantoms begin to emerge, soft orange lights coalescing into bodies. That soft orange glow spreads across the broken ship, and in the darkness forms on other wrecks around it. Ships begin to rise.

 

Prolly: “Mmmm…” I stand at the head of my newly forged fleet and slowly roll back my shoulders to loosen up and get a good feel for my new form. “This body will take some getting used to… This wasn’t exactly on the itinerary. Then again-“ My nostrils flare as I draw in a great breath of unfamiliar air and the flames that surround my body swell and flicker. “It’s good to have some fun every thousand years or so!” I pause, taking a good long look at the horizon laid out before me. “You there!” I shout toward one of my soldiers standing slightly behind me at the helm, “Where are we? I demand to know.” Although the mass of heat that makes up its head is featureless and devoid of expression he attempts to respond and his flames begin to pop, fizzle, and frantically gesture toward me as if to say: ‘You don’t know, so I don’t know! You’re messing with me, aren’t you, Highness.’ I turn back towards the head of the ship and plant my foot upon the banister, leaning out towards the raging waters and I let loose a hearty laugh. “Onward! I will find the foul beast that killed me, and I will have his head!”

    Moments later there is a loud crash as the fleet breaks ground on the continent. Many beings flee from the shores as I disembark with my molten army mere steps behind. I approach the few men who remain. They have fallen to their knees in fear and reverence, noses to the sandy soil beneath them. “Lift your eyes.” I thunder. A spare few attempt to heed my command, but cannot seem to manage it without cringing. “Oh, great and powerful M-ma’am. Uh… Your shining brilliance… is… -ow.” He rubs his eyes. I growl and stomp my foot, “Fine! Look wherever you want, but listen well!” I heave a sigh and rest my hands gracefully upon my hips. “I am in need of a guide. Which of you men will pledge your life to me in servitude as my navigator?” I scan the line of men with my gaze. They seem to be having even more trouble making eye contact than before. “You-” I snap my fingers and summon a spurt of flame just beneath the hind-quarters of the middlemost man to encourage him into motion. “You spoke of my ‘shining brilliance’. You are my new guide. What is your name?” He frantically swats at his trousers and leaps toward the shallows, planting his behind in the water to fizzle out the fire. “Amos. My name is Amos, madam.” He grumbles. “Come, Amos. You will take me to the one who has killed me, and I will take his life.” I peer back over my shoulder at him as the fleet begins to depart from the beach, “And, Amos… It’s ‘Highness’.”

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The first portion of writing was done by Evilkritter
In conjunction with the second portion which was my first post of action in the game when my character was introduced.

I hope you like her!