Happy Chaos is helping everyone he can in the city of peace, welcoming any mortal to come without any bias. The food and homes in the city at the moment aren't great but Happy Chaos is trying his best for someone who has never done this before in his existence.
The Frenzy is in the underworld, forging a shovel without equal, even the Shovel Knight wouldn't be able challenge this shovel (Please get the reference). The shovel wields limited control over flame and mind.
Slayer is just where anything interesting is happening, simply watching without the want to take part in anything. He doesn't have a glass of wine this time, and instead is writing haikus in his chair made of flying bats.
*Nobody wants to interact with my wacky characters?*
*Yeah I'll take that as a no. Yall seem busy.*
Balatro walks over to the Frenzy. “Hey I know you! You’re that guy! What’s the shovel for?”
*Changed my PFP to The Frenzy.* The Frenzy simply stares at Balatro, despite not having a face conveying annoyance "We are working for our herald."
“Who’s your herald? What do they need a shovel for?”
"Gravekeeper." They get back to work, infusing it with maddening flame.
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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.
Happy Chaos is helping everyone he can in the city of peace, welcoming any mortal to come without any bias. The food and homes in the city at the moment aren't great but Happy Chaos is trying his best for someone who has never done this before in his existence.
The Frenzy is in the underworld, forging a shovel without equal, even the Shovel Knight wouldn't be able challenge this shovel (Please get the reference). The shovel wields limited control over flame and mind.
Slayer is just where anything interesting is happening, simply watching without the want to take part in anything. He doesn't have a glass of wine this time, and instead is writing haikus in his chair made of flying bats.
*Nobody wants to interact with my wacky characters?*
*Yeah I'll take that as a no. Yall seem busy.*
Balatro walks over to the Frenzy. “Hey I know you! You’re that guy! What’s the shovel for?”
*Changed my PFP to The Frenzy.* The Frenzy simply stares at Balatro, despite not having a face conveying annoyance "We are working for our herald."
“Who’s your herald? What do they need a shovel for?”
"Gravekeeper." They get back to work, infusing it with maddening flame.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
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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.
"What is the next step for your plans? Where do you need to be taken to?" Zeon asks.
The lead rat draws a map in the charred, rocky soil. They draw Savut’s swamp, the city of order, the valley and river of Herionidus, and the entrance to the underworld. They then draw an arrow from the underworld to around the middle of the River Herionidus, in the grassy and lush fields between the swamp and the city, but on the other side of the river from both. No human civilization lives there, save for say, around 500 wandering Herionidians. It’s a perfectly secluded place, surrounded by low hills on two sides and the river on the other two, just on its bend.
Zeon looks over the map, before nodding. "Understood, we can leave when you are ready"
*Arch?*
*sorry*
after a while, the rats are ready to leave and they gather up their collected things.
*It's all good*
Zeon picks the leader and other rats up and he sprints off back up the stairs with Talric and Aalto holding on and Enki gliding underneath the ground after them.
Once they get out of the underworld, they take a sharp turn south. Even with Zeon’s intense speed, they’ll likely be traveling for at least a few days.
They strap themselves in for a long ride as Zeon heads towards the destination.
After a while, most of the rats, besides the leader, fall asleep.
"Don't you need rest too....." Talric asks the Leader as they are traveling when he realizes he hasn't seen the leader rest the the rest of the rats.
The leader looks back at Talric and makes a dismissive gesture with its tiny little rat hands.
"Hm...if you are sure...it will be a couple of days until we get there"
It does a little rat yawn, and squeaks, which is probably rat for, “fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.” After a while, it closes its eyes, hoping Zeon can find the way by itself.
The quartet manage to keep on track, their connected minds making it easier to remember and relay the info of the map shown between them. They would eventually find the closest section of the river Herionidus, which Zeon would then follow for the rest of the way by running on top of the water in the center of the river. Aalto, seeing the water source, would dive in and swim as fast underwater as Zeon is running above it, leaving just Talric standing on the mantle with Enki earth gliding on the river bank.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
The moment he says beehive the Frenzy groans, a tired echoing noise “Thank you for the compliment. What is the idea.”
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
The moment he says beehive the Frenzy groans, a tired echoing noise “Thank you for the compliment. What is the idea.”
“Well, basically, every weapon needs a little hidden something that adds to it. Like my marrote. Well technically, that one has two…” He squeezes the skull cap of his cane, causing hatchet blades to shoot out the side. He then unscrews the tiny skull, the energy whip snaking out of the marrote. “All I’m saying is, everything needs a secret. Something to help when you think you’re cornered that your enemy doesn’t see coming.”
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
The moment he says beehive the Frenzy groans, a tired echoing noise “Thank you for the compliment. What is the idea.”
“Well, basically, every weapon needs a little hidden something that adds to it. Like my marrote. Well technically, that one has two…” He squeezes the skull cap of his cane, causing hatchet blades to shoot out the side. He then unscrews the tiny skull, the energy whip snaking out of the marrote. “All I’m saying is, everything needs a secret. Something to help when you think you’re cornered that your enemy doesn’t see coming.”
The Frenzy nods and begins to infuse it with something. After they are finished they step away from the shovel, at first it looks the same but upon looking very closely Balatro can hear the voices of screaming souls. The Frenzy begins to say "I have infused it with the souls of some of the hivemind. It shall summon them in the form of lesser Frenzy forms when called by the user."
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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.
“I feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
The moment he says beehive the Frenzy groans, a tired echoing noise “Thank you for the compliment. What is the idea.”
“Well, basically, every weapon needs a little hidden something that adds to it. Like my marrote. Well technically, that one has two…” He squeezes the skull cap of his cane, causing hatchet blades to shoot out the side. He then unscrews the tiny skull, the energy whip snaking out of the marrote. “All I’m saying is, everything needs a secret. Something to help when you think you’re cornered that your enemy doesn’t see coming.”
The Frenzy nods and begins to infuse it with something. After they are finished they step away from the shovel, at first it looks the same but upon looking very closely Balatro can hear the voices of screaming souls. The Frenzy begins to say "I have infused it with the souls of some of the hivemind. It shall summon them in the form of lesser Frenzy forms when called by the user."
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
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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.
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
They sigh again "They are a vampire. A member of the grave keepers. Does anyone like you?" *I love Balatro.*
“Probably not, but pretty soon I’m gonna try again and eventually I’ll figure out how to make myself a cult. And then I’ll be something big, you mark my words!”
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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.
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
They sigh again "They are a vampire. A member of the grave keepers. Does anyone like you?" *I love Balatro.*
“Probably not, but pretty soon I’m gonna try again and eventually I’ll figure out how to make myself a cult. And then I’ll be something big, you mark my words!”
"We don't think we will. There seems to be a city being built in the overworld. That would be a good place to farm mortals for a cult."
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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.
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
They sigh again "They are a vampire. A member of the grave keepers. Does anyone like you?" *I love Balatro.*
“Probably not, but pretty soon I’m gonna try again and eventually I’ll figure out how to make myself a cult. And then I’ll be something big, you mark my words!”
"We don't think we will. There seems to be a city being built in the overworld. That would be a good place to farm mortals for a cult."
“I can’t. My buddy founded it. He worked really hard, and I can’t go and infect his population with demon worship. That’d be rude.”
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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.
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
They sigh again "They are a vampire. A member of the grave keepers. Does anyone like you?" *I love Balatro.*
“Probably not, but pretty soon I’m gonna try again and eventually I’ll figure out how to make myself a cult. And then I’ll be something big, you mark my words!”
"We don't think we will. There seems to be a city being built in the overworld. That would be a good place to farm mortals for a cult."
“I can’t. My buddy founded it. He worked really hard, and I can’t go and infect his population with demon worship. That’d be rude.”
"Arent you [GP]ING EVIL? Is your 'buddy' also a demon?"
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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.
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.
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"Gravekeeper." They get back to work, infusing it with maddening flame.
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 feel like you’d kind of ruin the vibe of a graveyard. What with your whole aesthetic. No wonder you need a herald. They can go there instead of you and preserve the serenity.”
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 quartet manage to keep on track, their connected minds making it easier to remember and relay the info of the map shown between them. They would eventually find the closest section of the river Herionidus, which Zeon would then follow for the rest of the way by running on top of the water in the center of the river. Aalto, seeing the water source, would dive in and swim as fast underwater as Zeon is running above it, leaving just Talric standing on the mantle with Enki earth gliding on the river bank.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"You are somehow very tiring to talk to. Like a vacuum of consciousness."
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
“Folks say that a lot. Well, less elegantly, but with the same gist.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I am at work, my herald requested a gift, and we shall deliver. Do you need us for something?”
“Us? How many people you got in there?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We are many, an unnumbered legion.”
“Oh, I get it. So you’re like a flaming beehive!” Balatro examines the shovel. “Y’know, it’s pretty good, but I have an idea on how it could be improved.”
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 moment he says beehive the Frenzy groans, a tired echoing noise “Thank you for the compliment. What is the idea.”
“Well, basically, every weapon needs a little hidden something that adds to it. Like my marrote. Well technically, that one has two…” He squeezes the skull cap of his cane, causing hatchet blades to shoot out the side. He then unscrews the tiny skull, the energy whip snaking out of the marrote. “All I’m saying is, everything needs a secret. Something to help when you think you’re cornered that your enemy doesn’t see coming.”
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 Frenzy nods and begins to infuse it with something. After they are finished they step away from the shovel, at first it looks the same but upon looking very closely Balatro can hear the voices of screaming souls. The Frenzy begins to say "I have infused it with the souls of some of the hivemind. It shall summon them in the form of lesser Frenzy forms when called by the user."
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
“Cool! I bet your herald’s gonna love this. Whose graves are they keeping?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They sigh again "They are a vampire. A member of the grave keepers. Does anyone like you?" *I love Balatro.*
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
“Probably not, but pretty soon I’m gonna try again and eventually I’ll figure out how to make myself a cult. And then I’ll be something big, you mark my words!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"We don't think we will. There seems to be a city being built in the overworld. That would be a good place to farm mortals for a cult."
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 can’t. My buddy founded it. He worked really hard, and I can’t go and infect his population with demon worship. That’d be rude.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Volumdremaak, after much meditation, would separate from the tree form, traveling via shadow walking away from the festival and leaving her newly created Avatar behind, the Umbral Willow.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Arent you [GP]ING EVIL? Is your 'buddy' also a demon?"
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
Herionidians don’t recognize the Willow and are confused at its sudden appearance over mere months, but they recognize the deathbloom and so as to not disturb it, they stay at least a bit away from it at all times. Knowledge the deathbloom is back spreads through the valley quickly.