Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
One of the faceless cultists walks over to be only a small distance from both Theren and Leo. They take off their hoods, revealing faces made of torn flesh, eyes, and a large Iron Crown melded into their heads, they speak in tongues of the Abyss, avatars of the Iron Crown, imperfect, yet made.
Merabelle smiles back, “Ya gotta focus on yer center o’ gravity Heath, ‘er else someone can just pick ya up.”
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
*would I be able to add my character?*
*I would suggest introing your character in a separate post so that way others could interact with them instead of adding them mid post like this. because things do tend to get confusing. :] *
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
One of the faceless cultists walks over to be only a small distance from both Theren and Leo. They take off their hoods, revealing faces made of torn flesh, eyes, and a large Iron Crown melded into their heads, they speak in tongues of the Abyss, avatars of the Iron Crown, imperfect, yet made.
Merabelle smiles back, “Ya gotta focus on yer center o’ gravity Heath, ‘er else someone can just pick ya up.”
Theren snarls in abyssal, his voice doubled. "Your form is imperfect avatar. I can crush you in an instant." Leo nods, his flames flaring up at these shambling imperfections.
"So make myself heavier?" he says, still focusing on Atres. He sends a few quick jabs Atres way, shifting his feet on instinct to not fall to a sweep of the legs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
One of the faceless cultists walks over to be only a small distance from both Theren and Leo. They take off their hoods, revealing faces made of torn flesh, eyes, and a large Iron Crown melded into their heads, they speak in tongues of the Abyss, avatars of the Iron Crown, imperfect, yet made.
Merabelle smiles back, “Ya gotta focus on yer center o’ gravity Heath, ‘er else someone can just pick ya up.”
Theren snarls in abyssal, his voice doubled. "Your form is imperfect avatar. I can crush you in an instant." Leo nods, his flames flaring up at these shambling imperfections.
"So make myself heavier?" he says, still focusing on Atres. He sends a few quick jabs Atres way, shifting his feet on instinct to not fall to a sweep of the legs
The two speak in a unison “We are not alone, we are many, the old god made new is everywhere. Your children will make perfect avatars…” They turn to Leo “We are going to simply sacrifice your wife, we failed, we will not fail again.” They seem to have accepted their fate, now messengers.
She nods, watching them with a smile, “Not everybody can be real big, so makin’ yerself unmovable either way is a good skill ta have.” She looks beaming and proud of them.
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
One of the faceless cultists walks over to be only a small distance from both Theren and Leo. They take off their hoods, revealing faces made of torn flesh, eyes, and a large Iron Crown melded into their heads, they speak in tongues of the Abyss, avatars of the Iron Crown, imperfect, yet made.
Merabelle smiles back, “Ya gotta focus on yer center o’ gravity Heath, ‘er else someone can just pick ya up.”
Theren snarls in abyssal, his voice doubled. "Your form is imperfect avatar. I can crush you in an instant." Leo nods, his flames flaring up at these shambling imperfections.
"So make myself heavier?" he says, still focusing on Atres. He sends a few quick jabs Atres way, shifting his feet on instinct to not fall to a sweep of the legs
The two speak in a unison “We are not alone, we are many, the old god made new is everywhere. Your children will make perfect avatars…” They turn to Leo “We are going to simply sacrifice your wife, we failed, we will not fail again.” They seem to have accepted their fate, now messengers.
She nods, watching them with a smile, “Not everybody can be real big, so makin’ yerself unmovable either way is a good skill ta have.” She looks beaming and proud of them.
Theren snaps, one tentacle snapping ones neck then ripping it clean off while he pummels the other one with his fist, making a mess. Leo and Festus watch on in horror, Leos only thought is that his wife doesnt see this.
He nods as Atres smiles proudly. "Alright. Thats enough for today. Go get some water and go play." Heath nods and runs off. Atres sighs and sits down on a log
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The last thing the avatars ever do is bloody laughter, before being turned into pounds of flesh by his fists and tentacles and law imposing power. No cultists escapes the massacre as far as they know, a full cleanse.
Merabelle watches Atres as she sits down next to them on the log, looking to make sure they are safe “Fast learner that one.”
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“Just some simple things, from what Sylvia says, you probably already know the general idea, and I’d just been thinking since.”
“And I love you more, I’ll love you for the rest of eternity.”
She falls asleep after them. (Good end, your turn.)
*Cut for Salem.*
Camilla has heard about how her friends were kidnapped by cultists, and it was a planned operation. She has begun nervously planning.
He just reaches up and moves his hair from his face, “…I thought… why?” He smiles like an idiot.
“For the rest of my existence after, you are one of the loves I will never forget.”
She has done her hair up, but it’s come down three times, from sheer stress.
He doesn’t know what to say for a bit, “I… I didn’t expect this, I… I like you a lot too.”
“Live as long as you can, missing you will be the most terrible of feelings.”
*Good morning my friends, I have arrived!*
*good morning!*
Theren is in the woods mopping up the remaining cultists. He is only using fists and the Nameless Gods power. Black tentacles extend from his back grabbing one of the cultists as spearing him. Theren breaks another's jaw with a right hook.
Leo is on fire and stalking towards a cultist who had the gall to attack him in his home. Festus looms behind him, blood on his maw as his motorized teeth whir. The cultist is terrified as Leo walks towards him.
Heath is learning how to fist fight properly with Atres. Atres is dressed in some simple black clothes. The Knights face is a light tan with shockingly green eyes and fluffy salt and pepper hair. He has a kind smile as he gently corrects Heaths stances.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Most of the cultists fear these two, and are attempting to run for their lives, Theren would learn they even planned to attack and sacrifice his children, though there are some cultists who don’t react to the slaughter, not wearing masks, yet faceless, unmoving.
Merabelle watches, helping along a little where she notices small imperfections, she doesn’t assert herself as the teacher, just the teacher’s happy assistant.
Theren upon learning this has officially crashed out. Ripping limbs from bodies and moving at breakneck speed after the ones who try to flee.
Leo torches some of the cultists while Festus eats the others. Rage starts to slowly consume him, making his fire burn brighter.
Atres smiles softly at her as Heath learns quickly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One of the faceless cultists walks over to be only a small distance from both Theren and Leo. They take off their hoods, revealing faces made of torn flesh, eyes, and a large Iron Crown melded into their heads, they speak in tongues of the Abyss, avatars of the Iron Crown, imperfect, yet made.
Merabelle smiles back, “Ya gotta focus on yer center o’ gravity Heath, ‘er else someone can just pick ya up.”
*I would suggest introing your character in a separate post so that way others could interact with them instead of adding them mid post like this. because things do tend to get confusing. :] *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren snarls in abyssal, his voice doubled. "Your form is imperfect avatar. I can crush you in an instant." Leo nods, his flames flaring up at these shambling imperfections.
"So make myself heavier?" he says, still focusing on Atres. He sends a few quick jabs Atres way, shifting his feet on instinct to not fall to a sweep of the legs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i've been trying to do that but no one replies*
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
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*Well, if you wanna post them again, id be happy to interact*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The two speak in a unison “We are not alone, we are many, the old god made new is everywhere. Your children will make perfect avatars…” They turn to Leo “We are going to simply sacrifice your wife, we failed, we will not fail again.” They seem to have accepted their fate, now messengers.
She nods, watching them with a smile, “Not everybody can be real big, so makin’ yerself unmovable either way is a good skill ta have.” She looks beaming and proud of them.
*well I have to go now though :(*
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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Theren snaps, one tentacle snapping ones neck then ripping it clean off while he pummels the other one with his fist, making a mess. Leo and Festus watch on in horror, Leos only thought is that his wife doesnt see this.
He nods as Atres smiles proudly. "Alright. Thats enough for today. Go get some water and go play." Heath nods and runs off. Atres sighs and sits down on a log
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for Theren.*
The last thing the avatars ever do is bloody laughter, before being turned into pounds of flesh by his fists and tentacles and law imposing power. No cultists escapes the massacre as far as they know, a full cleanse.
Merabelle watches Atres as she sits down next to them on the log, looking to make sure they are safe “Fast learner that one.”