Fire/tear eye mask: You are in no condition to become a god.
Halo/fire mask: It would be simpler to create something else.
The man looks panicked. He clutches his coin, whimpering. He grabs a bone from his satchel. "I'm sorry to do this, but I was given a gift, and I will not squander it."
With this, he disappears into the ether, the skin coming with him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deep in the darkest corner of the underworld, Zarlok sews the skin into fine clothing. "More time... need more time... I hope, I hope, I hope..."
There are mannequins in godskin clothing, guiding the dead to their afterlives with the gentleness one would expect from a mother. Many have even entered Kila's domain, collecting the souls of the dying and bringing them down to the underworld.
"One more try... please, grant me mercy... let me do this."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wait, Why did Kila disagree with mortals having happy lives and afterlives!*
*Kila didn’t want his people to have an afterlife and wanted them to reincarnate (he follows more animistic and tribal beliefs rather than christian afterlife ones) and also didnt like the western ideas of “progress as fast as possible” as well as the introduction of alcohol into society (he stands by the fact that alcohol is a poison and does much more harm than good). The grave god prioritizes death and what comes after which is normal but Kila wanted to emphasize life and the circle of life basically, where reincarnation and spirits on the mortal world could continue to enjoy living. He’s a hippie nomad anarchist that believes organized society leads to eventual collapse and warring and self destruction and wants to avoid it as much as possible (corrupt government, flawed economic systems, etc).
He definitely does not want the afterlife to himself, he just wants his followers to go where he promised them they would go (returning to the stars), not for everyone to go to one massive underworld.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house...
There was once a man named Zarlok. He was born with weak vision, a crooked leg, and a bent back, making it difficult for him to walk. From the day he was born, he was a disappointment to everyone around him. He grew up to be a carpenter, making padded furniture out of bones and hides. He loved his work but sometimes ate the bones out of desperation.
Zarlok was not a kind man. He tried to be, but his hard life had made him bitter. He was angry at the gods for his sorry state, but even angrier at himself for blaming the gods for it. After all, he must have done something wrong to deserve this torment.
One day, he decided that he was going to fix himself. He stared into the night skies, trying to count the stars as he walked forward into the darkness. His leg ached beyond anything he could imagine, and the skin had torn where the side of his foot met the ground. But he walked. And he walked, and he walked.
Eventually, he found himself lost. This was a common occurrence for him, as his vision was very poor, but this time he couldn't recognize even the shapes laid out before him. But before him, blending in with the night, was Death, lying against a stone.
Death asked him, "Why do you weep?" And he replied, "I am lost, for I am too broken to find my way home." Death felt sympathy, being broken himself, and gave the man a choice: Come with Death to the afterlife, where pleasures beyond imagination awaited, or be given a way to fix himself.
Zarlok said that his time had not come yet and that he needed to understand the world more before a proper death was in order. Death, delighted with the man for wanting a perfect death, gave the man a coin. This coin allowed the man to absorb the power of the dead by using their bones to make tools, or by partaking of their flesh.
Zarlok was delighted. He became one of the greatest craftsmen known to man or god, but he still was not fixed. Confused, he asked Death, who simply said, "You have not consumed the correct being yet. You must devour a god." And to this, Zarlok grinned ear to ear. He knew the gods were not getting along very well at the moment, so he knew all he had to do was wait. Surely, a severed finger or something of the like would fall, and he would be whole.
But then the tensions were eased. He had to watch one of the demigods ascend to true godhood as he still lay there, aching. His hatred grew and grew, strangling his heart. No one should have to suffer as he did. If he were a god-
He stopped. If he were a god. A twisted plan grew in his mind, sprouting from all the hatred and hunger and brilliance he had developed. He wouldn't just settle for a piece. He needed an entire god. He would usurp the divine in a blasphemous ritual of flesh and needles and bones and nails.
No gods or kings.
Only man.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wait, Why did Kila disagree with mortals having happy lives and afterlives!*
*Kila didn’t want his people to have an afterlife and wanted them to reincarnate (he follows more animistic and tribal beliefs rather than christian afterlife ones) and also didnt like the western ideas of “progress as fast as possible” as well as the introduction of alcohol into society (he stands by the fact that alcohol is a poison and does much more harm than good). The grave god prioritizes death and what comes after which is normal but Kila wanted to emphasize life and the circle of life basically, where reincarnation and spirits on the mortal world could continue to enjoy living. He’s a hippie nomad anarchist that believes organized society leads to eventual collapse and warring and self destruction and wants to avoid it as much as possible (corrupt government, flawed economic systems, etc).
He definitely does not want the afterlife to himself, he just wants his followers to go where he promised them they would go (returning to the stars), not for everyone to go to one massive underworld.*
*My mistake.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deep in the darkest corner of the underworld, Zarlok sews the skin into fine clothing. "More time... need more time... I hope, I hope, I hope..."
There are mannequins in godskin clothing, guiding the dead to their afterlives with the gentleness one would expect from a mother. Many have even entered Kila's domain, collecting the souls of the dying and bringing them down to the underworld.
"One more try... please, grant me mercy... let me do this."
They shrivel and burn into ash upon entering his domain. The dead are barred from entering the living lands there, unless Kila specifies. Outside god influence besides the ones in his pantheon are forbidden.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Deep in the darkest corner of the underworld, Zarlok sews the skin into fine clothing. "More time... need more time... I hope, I hope, I hope..."
There are mannequins in godskin clothing, guiding the dead to their afterlives with the gentleness one would expect from a mother. Many have even entered Kila's domain, collecting the souls of the dying and bringing them down to the underworld.
"One more try... please, grant me mercy... let me do this."
They shrivel and burn into ash upon entering his domain. The dead are barred from entering the living lands there, unless Kila specifies. Outside god influence besides the ones in his pantheon are forbidden.
*Got it, forgot.*
The ones that remain stand at the edges, beckoning mortals to their deaths.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house...
There was once a man named Zarlok. He was born with weak vision, a crooked leg, and a bent back, making it difficult for him to walk. From the day he was born, he was a disappointment to everyone around him. He grew up to be a carpenter, making padded furniture out of bones and hides. He loved his work but sometimes ate the bones out of desperation.
Zarlok was not a kind man. He tried to be, but his hard life had made him bitter. He was angry at the gods for his sorry state, but even angrier at himself for blaming the gods for it. After all, he must have done something wrong to deserve this torment.
One day, he decided that he was going to fix himself. He stared into the night skies, trying to count the stars as he walked forward into the darkness. His leg ached beyond anything he could imagine, and the skin had torn where the side of his foot met the ground. But he walked. And he walked, and he walked.
Eventually, he found himself lost. This was a common occurrence for him, as his vision was very poor, but this time he couldn't recognize even the shapes laid out before him. But before him, blending in with the night, was Death, lying against a stone.
Death asked him, "Why do you weep?" And he replied, "I am lost, for I am too broken to find my way home." Death felt sympathy, being broken himself, and gave the man a choice: Come with Death to the afterlife, where pleasures beyond imagination awaited, or be given a way to fix himself.
Zarlok said that his time had not come yet and that he needed to understand the world more before a proper death was in order. Death, delighted with the man for wanting a perfect death, gave the man a coin. This coin allowed the man to absorb the power of the dead by using their bones to make tools, or by partaking of their flesh.
Zarlok was delighted. He became one of the greatest craftsmen known to man or god, but he still was not fixed. Confused, he asked Death, who simply said, "You have not consumed the correct being yet. You must devour a god." And to this, Zarlok grinned ear to ear. He knew the gods were not getting along very well at the moment, so he knew all he had to do was wait. Surely, a severed finger or something of the like would fall, and he would be whole.
But then the tensions were eased. He had to watch one of the demigods ascend to true godhood as he still lay there, aching. His hatred grew and grew, strangling his heart. No one should have to suffer as he did. If he were a god-
He stopped. If he were a god. A twisted plan grew in his mind, sprouting from all the hatred and hunger and brilliance he had developed. He wouldn't just settle for a piece. He needed an entire god. He would usurp the divine in a blasphemous ritual of flesh and needles and bones and nails.
No gods or kings.
Only man.
*That is a sick villain backstory!*
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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"Anything! I just need the skin!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zeem is tinkering furiously with another stone item in their house, reading from several books at once.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
Fire/tear eye mask: You are in no condition to become a god.
Halo/fire mask: It would be simpler to create something else.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The man looks panicked. He clutches his coin, whimpering. He grabs a bone from his satchel. "I'm sorry to do this, but I was given a gift, and I will not squander it."
With this, he disappears into the ether, the skin coming with him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Are you OK?” Fiabrath asks.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
“I’m alright, but I will be better,” they say, not looking up.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
“It’s Kila, isn’t it?”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
Deep in the darkest corner of the underworld, Zarlok sews the skin into fine clothing. "More time... need more time... I hope, I hope, I hope..."
There are mannequins in godskin clothing, guiding the dead to their afterlives with the gentleness one would expect from a mother. Many have even entered Kila's domain, collecting the souls of the dying and bringing them down to the underworld.
"One more try... please, grant me mercy... let me do this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think I might of accidentally made Zarlock into a villain*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Who’s Zarlock?*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
*A deformed human and master craftsman. He just stole Koszmar's skin.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Kila didn’t want his people to have an afterlife and wanted them to reincarnate (he follows more animistic and tribal beliefs rather than christian afterlife ones) and also didnt like the western ideas of “progress as fast as possible” as well as the introduction of alcohol into society (he stands by the fact that alcohol is a poison and does much more harm than good). The grave god prioritizes death and what comes after which is normal but Kila wanted to emphasize life and the circle of life basically, where reincarnation and spirits on the mortal world could continue to enjoy living. He’s a hippie nomad anarchist that believes organized society leads to eventual collapse and warring and self destruction and wants to avoid it as much as possible (corrupt government, flawed economic systems, etc).
He definitely does not want the afterlife to himself, he just wants his followers to go where he promised them they would go (returning to the stars), not for everyone to go to one massive underworld.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My mistake.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They shrivel and burn into ash upon entering his domain. The dead are barred from entering the living lands there, unless Kila specifies. Outside god influence besides the ones in his pantheon are forbidden.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Got it, forgot.*
The ones that remain stand at the edges, beckoning mortals to their deaths.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That is a sick villain backstory!*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
*Hey cyno, wanna RP?*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
“What?” They look up.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
*Sure :)*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ