A man with blue skin walks into town, he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it, he's walks around smiling at people.
*Is someone available now?*
Lore watches while eating a sandwich, eyes narrowed.
Someone walks in front of him, making him not visible for a second, when the person is gone so is the man. Lore feels something tapping on their shoulder "Some people think it's rude to stare."
Her tail lashes back and forth as millions of eyes open on her shoulders, neck and arms, staring at him. "Do not ever touch me." she bared sharp teeth.
The man moves his hands into his pockets "Ordering people could also be considered rude." He has a wide grin and his voice is gives away his insanity despite how smooth it is.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
Nicki hisses and looks away.
“What’s your problem?” A high-pitched and wavering voice (imagine Sun from Fnaf) issues from the depths of the skeleton.
"Nothin'" He says and continues tying the ropes of the mast.
“Any gods, kings, or unspeakable things in these parts?”
"When wouldnt there be?" He said, raising a brow.
“Well, who knows where I ended up now? Might be a theocracy, might be a parliament, might be a pile of broken glass with an ant in it.”
"Lord in heaven, you have a weird way of thinkin' bout things." He said.
There is a mineshaft leading deep into the earth. There is an armory. And then there is a huge structure in the center.
"Jack....these things took parts of me....I...i'm...scared."
"Look, let me help you...please."
The remnant empire trooper trudges over to them. "You should be more careful when messing with explosives trooper."
She skitters over, transforming. She runs her hand over the statue, eyes narrowed.
"I know.. I can feel it." He said and laid Phoenix down. "May I help?"
Their breathing becomes slower as they look up, eyes now blue. Rene rubs her temples "Ow... what happened..?"
"Heh! I know that!" They chirp again, picking up te metal salvage "Been working with em since a kid!"
The statue seems familiar. Like the nameless God petrified in stone. There is a cry of pain from a super structure near the center of the place.
Phoenix nods. "please/"
"R-rene?"
"And yet I see a smoking crater in the ground..."
She curses in infernal and casts Remove Curse and Greater Restoration.
He nods and produces a small blade from somewhere. "I am going to knock you out with a sleep spell and make sure you don't have to suffer through this okay?"
She looks up and rushes at him, tackling him in a hug.
"Yeah, too much C4. Silly me." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
The Nameless God gasps. "Your husband has gone insane." he wheezes.
He nods nervously.
Ban hugs her back gently. "H-hey.."
The trooper sighs, annoyed.
"Yeah, I can tell." She said, grabbing them by the back of the neck. "You're coming with me." She said as a band of light forms around their neck, pure cold radiance.
Jack casts Sleep on him and begins surgery. [Medical Malpractice goes brrr.]
She is violently trembling, clinging on to him like she'll die if she doesn't.
"You want some?" He offers a scrap of metal.
The God chokes. "Hey! Easy! Your problem is with him! Not me!"
*Yippie!* Phoenix stays under through the entire thing.
Ban rocks her a bit. "Shhhh...its ok its ok."
"No thanks. I'm good."
She drags him along as she explores the rest of the place.
After an hour or so, Jack releases him from the spell, done with the surgery. Offically, now Phoenix has two lungs, jack no one has one.
She is still violently shaking, her breathing turning panicked.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
Nicki hisses and looks away.
“What’s your problem?” A high-pitched and wavering voice (imagine Sun from Fnaf) issues from the depths of the skeleton.
"Nothin'" He says and continues tying the ropes of the mast.
“Any gods, kings, or unspeakable things in these parts?”
"When wouldnt there be?" He said, raising a brow.
“Well, who knows where I ended up now? Might be a theocracy, might be a parliament, might be a pile of broken glass with an ant in it.”
"Lord in heaven, you have a weird way of thinkin' bout things." He said.
“The world has a funny way of turning out.”
"Unfortunatly.."
“But luckily my whole job is funny! I seek an audience and an audience.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A man with blue skin walks into town, he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it, he's walks around smiling at people.
*Is someone available now?*
Lore watches while eating a sandwich, eyes narrowed.
Someone walks in front of him, making him not visible for a second, when the person is gone so is the man. Lore feels something tapping on their shoulder "Some people think it's rude to stare."
Her tail lashes back and forth as millions of eyes open on her shoulders, neck and arms, staring at him. "Do not ever touch me." she bared sharp teeth.
The man moves his hands into his pockets "Ordering people could also be considered rude." He has a wide grin and his voice is gives away his insanity despite how smooth it is.
She sighs and waves a hand, forming a maul made of ice in her palm. [Hit: 25 Damage: 18 + 8 Cold Damage]
A man with blue skin walks into town, he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it, he's walks around smiling at people.
*Is someone available now?*
Lore watches while eating a sandwich, eyes narrowed.
Someone walks in front of him, making him not visible for a second, when the person is gone so is the man. Lore feels something tapping on their shoulder "Some people think it's rude to stare."
Her tail lashes back and forth as millions of eyes open on her shoulders, neck and arms, staring at him. "Do not ever touch me." she bared sharp teeth.
The man moves his hands into his pockets "Ordering people could also be considered rude." He has a wide grin and his voice is gives away his insanity despite how smooth it is.
She sighs and waves a hand, forming a maul made of ice in her palm. [Hit: 32 Damage: 15 + 4 Cold Damage]
He doesn't even try to dodge, simply letting the maul hit him "I wonder if this is a greeting in this world. Regardless I'd prefer it not happen." He slams the side where the maul hit, healing him "Oh I haven't introduced myself, my name is Happy Chaos." He bows.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A man with blue skin walks into town, he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it, he's walks around smiling at people.
*Is someone available now?*
Lore watches while eating a sandwich, eyes narrowed.
Someone walks in front of him, making him not visible for a second, when the person is gone so is the man. Lore feels something tapping on their shoulder "Some people think it's rude to stare."
Her tail lashes back and forth as millions of eyes open on her shoulders, neck and arms, staring at him. "Do not ever touch me." she bared sharp teeth.
The man moves his hands into his pockets "Ordering people could also be considered rude." He has a wide grin and his voice is gives away his insanity despite how smooth it is.
She sighs and waves a hand, forming a maul made of ice in her palm. [Hit: 32 Damage: 15 + 4 Cold Damage]
He doesn't even try to dodge, simply letting the maul hit him "I wonder if this is a greeting in this world. Regardless I'd prefer it not happen." He slams the side where the maul hit, healing him "Oh I haven't introduced myself, my name is Happy Chaos." He bows.
She ignores him as wolves from.. somewhere begin to walk out. They are huge and fluffy white with leather collars tooled with acracne symbols of power. They snarl, eyes glowing blue. Lore tilts her head "Go away."
She ignores him as wolves from.. somewhere begin to walk out. They are huge and fluffy white with leather collars tooled with acracne symbols of power. They snarl, eyes glowing blue. Lore tilts her head "Go away."
He puts his hand on his head in a mock fall "I have only arrived and I am already being told I must go." He falls to the ground "What have I done to deserve such hatred."
There is a crunching noise as a figure walks down the central path. "If you were curious, then perhaps you should've asked for an audience."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man moves his hands into his pockets "Ordering people could also be considered rude." He has a wide grin and his voice is gives away his insanity despite how smooth it is.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I tried to talk to your guards but they didn’t respond in any way.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Unfortunatly.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She drags him along as she explores the rest of the place.
After an hour or so, Jack releases him from the spell, done with the surgery. Offically, now Phoenix has two lungs, jack no one has one.
She is still violently shaking, her breathing turning panicked.
He shrugs and extends a gloved hand "Im Bittle!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"They do not speak."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“But luckily my whole job is funny! I seek an audience and an audience.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She sighs and waves a hand, forming a maul made of ice in her palm. [Hit: 25 Damage: 18 + 8 Cold Damage]
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Then how was I to- never mind. Who are you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Once they enter the superstructure they see Theren on his rough cut throne.
"ow..."
"Hey breathe Rene, breathe..."
"korh." he says, shaking it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am Theren Dotsk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore grumbles and turns from her humanoid form to a small white mink. She sits on the gods shoulder "Your going in there."
"All done!" Jack said, grinning.
She closes her eyes, focusing on the pressure of Ban hugging her, on the feeling of where she is now. Her breathing slows.
They tilt their head "Where you from?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He doesn't even try to dodge, simply letting the maul hit him "I wonder if this is a greeting in this world. Regardless I'd prefer it not happen." He slams the side where the maul hit, healing him "Oh I haven't introduced myself, my name is Happy Chaos." He bows.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She ignores him as wolves from.. somewhere begin to walk out. They are huge and fluffy white with leather collars tooled with acracne symbols of power. They snarl, eyes glowing blue. Lore tilts her head "Go away."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“And you have recently acquired a position of power within this land?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The God slowly walks forward, scared.
"Cool.."
"You ok now?"
"From a galaxy far far away."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"In a way." he says with a sadistic smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stays on his shoulder, eyes narrowed.
Jack sits besides him and adminsters painkillers.
She nodded and then shook her head "I don't know.."
He snickers and does finger-guns "Same."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Wow! A regent, then?” Cadmus takes out its scroll. “Would you have any interest in ruling this world eternally?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He puts his hand on his head in a mock fall "I have only arrived and I am already being told I must go." He falls to the ground "What have I done to deserve such hatred."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo