'It seems we have the same goal, but different methods. Surely the only way to truly 'enlighten' someone is to tear off the veneer and show them what they really are inside, when the chips are down? I'd like to hear your opinion on the subject'
"My opinion? Alright. Everything about you sickens me. You are a lot like me, but if you lacked any sort of self-awareness. Sure, you call yourself 'evil,' but that means (GP)-all if you don't actually care enough to fix it. You are everything I despise. In essence, people like you inspired me to be the way I am, but unlike people like you, I care about enlightenment more than self-gratification. Pleasure is a motivator, and evil is a fact of life that must be witnessed, but not increased. That is my opinion."
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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.
'You are a funny guy, Szerucharz. So, you think I should try to 'fix' evil? There's only one way to do that, and that's by tearing the world down. And that's not my job. Your philosophy is as foul and rotten as your stench. And come on, you think I try to increase evil? If I set off a siren in the tundra in the middle of winter, would you say I had increased the number of bears? No, I simply woke up what was already there, brought it into the light. But perhaps there must be something we can agree on... Do you know a young man called Flint?'
'You are a funny guy, Szerucharz. So, you think I should try to 'fix' evil? There's only one way to do that, and that's by tearing the world down. And that's not my job. Your philosophy is as foul and rotten as your stench. And come on, you think I try to increase evil? If I set off a siren in the tundra in the middle of winter, would you say I had increased the number of bears? No, I simply woke up what was already there, brought it into the light. But perhaps there must be something we can agree on... Do you know a young man called Flint?'
"What on earth gives you the idea that I agree with you on anything? You exist to serve yourself. You're no different than the demons that rise from filth and rot in the Abyss. And what in God's name gives you the impression that you can talk to me, or anyone, like that?"
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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.
The éntomon's (The bug people) are in their makeshift village. They have set another body in their shrine's for the gods they worship. The priest one, the one with the pill bug crest, is placing blessing marks of glowing fungi on their cloaks.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Out South, thousands of years ago, there was a demonic incursion. There was one entity that became more feared than any paladin, angel, or demon. No one was quite sure what it was, and both sides had their names for it. The Demons called it Shaper, as it would sell them impossibly powerful war beasts in trade for weapons and relics. The Holy Warriors named it Collector, for it would give them items of unspeakable power in trade for the bodies of their dead. A name used by both sides was the Taker, as there was nothing that could sate its greed.
Regardless of its name, the monster was not to be trifled with. They say it could melt flesh and steel like wax, and that not even the demons and angels dared to attack it alone. It was an abomination. Minefields, barbed wire, crosses, magma, regardless of what defenses they put up, it would always arrive in the morning, with deals that could not be refused. They said it was a manifestation of abuse and mindless violence sent by the demons. They said it was a cruel justice without a sense of loyalty sent by the angels.
And when it hadn't been seen for over a thousand years, they said it was a myth.
But a shot was fired on the battlefields recently, long after all the bodies had been taken. Then came the telltale buzzing of flies and grave robbings.
The local government will pay big for anyone to prove or disprove the legendary creature's existence. The Taker must be found at all costs.
*Wendi! New encounter/character intro! You wanna play?*
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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.
'You are a funny guy, Szerucharz. So, you think I should try to 'fix' evil? There's only one way to do that, and that's by tearing the world down. And that's not my job. Your philosophy is as foul and rotten as your stench. And come on, you think I try to increase evil? If I set off a siren in the tundra in the middle of winter, would you say I had increased the number of bears? No, I simply woke up what was already there, brought it into the light. But perhaps there must be something we can agree on... Do you know a young man called Flint?'
"What on earth gives you the idea that I agree with you on anything? You exist to serve yourself. You're no different than the demons that rise from filth and rot in the Abyss. And what in God's name gives you the impression that you can talk to me, or anyone, like that?"
'You call me filth and rot? Right, that's it. I was expecting a philosopher, but I must say, I'm disappointed. Enjoy your pile of corpses, Szerucharz'
Out South, thousands of years ago, there was a demonic incursion. There was one entity that became more feared than any paladin, angel, or demon. No one was quite sure what it was, and both sides had their names for it. The Demons called it Shaper, as it would sell them impossibly powerful war beasts in trade for weapons and relics. The Holy Warriors named it Collector, for it would give them items of unspeakable power in trade for the bodies of their dead. A name used by both sides was the Taker, as there was nothing that could sate its greed.
Regardless of its name, the monster was not to be trifled with. They say it could melt flesh and steel like wax, and that not even the demons and angels dared to attack it alone. It was an abomination. Minefields, barbed wire, crosses, magma, regardless of what defenses they put up, it would always arrive in the morning, with deals that could not be refused. They said it was a manifestation of abuse and mindless violence sent by the demons. They said it was a cruel justice without a sense of loyalty sent by the angels.
And when it hadn't been seen for over a thousand years, they said it was a myth.
But a shot was fired on the battlefields recently, long after all the bodies had been taken. Then came the telltale buzzing of flies and grave robbings.
The local government will pay big for anyone to prove or disprove the legendary creature's existence. The Taker must be found at all costs.
*Wendi! New encounter/character intro! You wanna play?*
* H E A V Y. I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
'You are a funny guy, Szerucharz. So, you think I should try to 'fix' evil? There's only one way to do that, and that's by tearing the world down. And that's not my job. Your philosophy is as foul and rotten as your stench. And come on, you think I try to increase evil? If I set off a siren in the tundra in the middle of winter, would you say I had increased the number of bears? No, I simply woke up what was already there, brought it into the light. But perhaps there must be something we can agree on... Do you know a young man called Flint?'
"What on earth gives you the idea that I agree with you on anything? You exist to serve yourself. You're no different than the demons that rise from filth and rot in the Abyss. And what in God's name gives you the impression that you can talk to me, or anyone, like that?"
'You call me filth and rot? Right, that's it. I was expecting a philosopher, but I must say, I'm disappointed. Enjoy your pile of corpses, Szerucharz'
Cato walks off
The avatar snorts mirthfully. "And I was expecting no different from you." He goes back to sleep.
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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.
Flint scuttles up to Szerucharz and starts poking through the shards of pottery
The dishes are (or, were) beautiful ceramic and glass. Gold-plated silverware is common. The Elder Evil rolls over a bit to let him pick through the pieces and bodies.
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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.
Have you ever suffered a loss? It feels like the world wants to crush you under the weight of your failures. You can hardly breathe because of the suffocation of your grief. It claws at your veins, whispering from unseen mouths into your ears that you are useless, worthless, helpless. All you can feel is sadness and hopelessness.
The world may have heard of Allison Vanderguard. An elf woman with hair as white as snow, skin the color of a winter sky, and eyes that could rival the warmth of a fire. A bardess from a hidden elven town. She fell for the wrong man, had a child, and lived a good life until that child's life was taken. She was there when her child drowned that day, asleep in her chair. She didn't notice until the body was pulled down beneath the waves. Her husband ridiculed her, beat her, and blamed her for the loss of their child. She branded herself a useless woman, a useless parent, and that she didn't deserve anything more than what her husband told her she was.
Then her husband left, and she was truly alone.
She left that home, scared and grieving her child. She couldn't bear to be there. She ran away as far as she could from there.
Regardless of whether you heard of her or not, she now sits at this very tavern. She is writing a new sheet of music so her mind doesn't wander back to that day.
Flint scuttles up to Szerucharz and starts poking through the shards of pottery
The dishes are (or, were) beautiful ceramic and glass. Gold-plated silverware is common. The Elder Evil rolls over a bit to let him pick through the pieces and bodies.
'Hey there, this ya stash or something, or is it free for the taking?'
Flint scuttles up to Szerucharz and starts poking through the shards of pottery
The dishes are (or, were) beautiful ceramic and glass. Gold-plated silverware is common. The Elder Evil rolls over a bit to let him pick through the pieces and bodies.
'Hey there, this ya stash or something, or is it free for the taking?'
"Oh, feel free, feel free."
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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 nods, opens an herbology book, points to a picture of the herb sage, and then to itself.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'Hah, you're a sage! That's funny!'
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It nods, then goes back to reading.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"My opinion? Alright. Everything about you sickens me. You are a lot like me, but if you lacked any sort of self-awareness. Sure, you call yourself 'evil,' but that means (GP)-all if you don't actually care enough to fix it. You are everything I despise. In essence, people like you inspired me to be the way I am, but unlike people like you, I care about enlightenment more than self-gratification. Pleasure is a motivator, and evil is a fact of life that must be witnessed, but not increased. That is my opinion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You are a funny guy, Szerucharz. So, you think I should try to 'fix' evil? There's only one way to do that, and that's by tearing the world down. And that's not my job. Your philosophy is as foul and rotten as your stench. And come on, you think I try to increase evil? If I set off a siren in the tundra in the middle of winter, would you say I had increased the number of bears? No, I simply woke up what was already there, brought it into the light. But perhaps there must be something we can agree on... Do you know a young man called Flint?'
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'What do you know of the multiverse?'
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It grabs a book off of the shelf, points to the author's name, then to itself. The name of the author is Florian Thorne.
Edit: the book it grabs is from the same section as the planar travel book. The title is "Multiplanar Roses and Their Origins: Part 1".
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"What on earth gives you the idea that I agree with you on anything? You exist to serve yourself. You're no different than the demons that rise from filth and rot in the Abyss. And what in God's name gives you the impression that you can talk to me, or anyone, like that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The éntomon's (The bug people) are in their makeshift village. They have set another body in their shrine's for the gods they worship. The priest one, the one with the pill bug crest, is placing blessing marks of glowing fungi on their cloaks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have been inspired by the gods and am trying to make my own :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wendi! New encounter/character intro! You wanna play?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You call me filth and rot? Right, that's it. I was expecting a philosopher, but I must say, I'm disappointed. Enjoy your pile of corpses, Szerucharz'
Cato walks off
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* H E A V Y. I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The avatar snorts mirthfully. "And I was expecting no different from you." He goes back to sleep.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Flint scuttles up to Szerucharz and starts poking through the shards of pottery
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The dishes are (or, were) beautiful ceramic and glass. Gold-plated silverware is common. The Elder Evil rolls over a bit to let him pick through the pieces and bodies.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Have you ever suffered a loss? It feels like the world wants to crush you under the weight of your failures. You can hardly breathe because of the suffocation of your grief. It claws at your veins, whispering from unseen mouths into your ears that you are useless, worthless, helpless. All you can feel is sadness and hopelessness.
The world may have heard of Allison Vanderguard. An elf woman with hair as white as snow, skin the color of a winter sky, and eyes that could rival the warmth of a fire. A bardess from a hidden elven town. She fell for the wrong man, had a child, and lived a good life until that child's life was taken. She was there when her child drowned that day, asleep in her chair. She didn't notice until the body was pulled down beneath the waves. Her husband ridiculed her, beat her, and blamed her for the loss of their child. She branded herself a useless woman, a useless parent, and that she didn't deserve anything more than what her husband told her she was.
Then her husband left, and she was truly alone.
She left that home, scared and grieving her child. She couldn't bear to be there. She ran away as far as she could from there.
Regardless of whether you heard of her or not, she now sits at this very tavern. She is writing a new sheet of music so her mind doesn't wander back to that day.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Hey there, this ya stash or something, or is it free for the taking?'
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"Oh, feel free, feel free."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Epic! Wait, no way, are you Szerucharz?'
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