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.
'It is the song of my homeworld. Music is beautiful to me. All notes played simultaneously would be a chaotic mess, yet separated out and arranged, they are are a work of art. One can learn a lot from that'
'It is the song of my homeworld. Music is beautiful to me. All notes played simultaneously would be a chaotic mess, yet separated out and arranged, they are are a work of art. One can learn a lot from that'
“Cool! Can you teach me it?”
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'I will be known by many things over my life. To the people, I will be Spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. But my name is Kohtalo'
'I will be known by many things over my life. To the people, I will be Spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. But my name is Kohtalo'
“Nice to meet you, Kohtalo!”
*sorry i gotta go, I’ll be back in around an hour*
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
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“Kila! The first actual god here so far.”
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"Hey, I know him! He helped me do a back handspring! I think I'm in his 'pantheon' now, although I don't really know what that is."
“Yay! Me too! I think we’re the biggest pantheon here. Do you wanna try on this belt when I’m done?”
*i gtg for realsies now, goodnight!*
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"Of course! Might be a bit big for me though."
*sleep well!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*should i make my own god?*
*YES*
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*wanna rp?*
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*i would love to!*
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Kohtalo is humming to himself, a very complicated and beautiful melody, if slightly repetitive
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“It’ll fit, don’t worry.” They make some more adjustments. “There! Done! Wanna try it on now?”
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Xeem’fwel’che appears next to him. “What song is that? It’s very pretty!”
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'It is the song of my homeworld. Music is beautiful to me. All notes played simultaneously would be a chaotic mess, yet separated out and arranged, they are are a work of art. One can learn a lot from that'
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“Cool! Can you teach me it?”
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'I could do, yes.' He uses telepathy to inscribe the notes into his mind. 'Who are you? I do not not believe we have met'
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“My name is Xeem’fwel’che, but you can call me Zee! What’s your name?”
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'I will be known by many things over my life. To the people, I will be Spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. But my name is Kohtalo'
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“Nice to meet you, Kohtalo!”
*sorry i gotta go, I’ll be back in around an hour*
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*see you!*
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Four awakens from his slumber and starts helping Kila’s followers anyway they can.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!