“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?"
Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
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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.
Savut has organized a meeting with Heriondian leaders.
Balatro has animated a couple skeletons, but they are currently little more than shambling beasts.
Gallitsur is (presumably) now inside the city, marveling at its wonders.
There are around ten of them. Each accompanied by a few guards. One of them asks what the purpose of the meeting is.
“Well, as the past few months have indicated, the Gravediggers seem to no longer have any presence in the Valley. My searches conducted on the rim and in the nearby area have concluded that they seem to have left this region entirely.” She explains to the crowd.
“I see…” one of them says.
”We need to regroup, make a plan if they come back…”
”possibly set up some real defenses…”
“Good idea. I can aid you in that regard, and will supply you with any resources I can that you need. HOWEVER…” She grins. “There, uh, just so happens to be a large and hospitable swamp not far west that would be glad to take you in if necessary.”
“If the valley is safe, I don’t see much reason to leave it…”
”it has enough food to feed a million people…”
”if the gravediggers are gone, then we could just stay at our homeland…”
”a swamp could be a fitting new home if we do need to move…”
the other leaders glare at the last one who spoke.
“Well, I just mean that in the case of the vampires’ return, if they come back with greater force, or are planning some dangerous maneuver while in hiding, it may be necessary to leave. Just in case.” Savut is recalling her confrontation long ago with Crotalus and the refugees.
“Alright, that sounds good. We will be allowed to stay at your marsh domain in case we are ever under attack?”
“Of course. The Twilit Swamp is open to all amicable entrants. As it always shall be.”
“Thank you for your kindness. Now… we should probably just check the entire valley To determine what effects the gravedigger’s residence have had on the land…”
“Of course! Take all the time you need. But do you all believe that your people will be able to fare alright when I leave, which will most likely be rather soon? I will, of course, leave behind the stars Tiku gave me to help you fight if the Gravediggers return, and if you deem it necessary I can station a permanent squadron of my troops here.”
“That would be wonderful, thank you. And don’t worry, we’ll be fine. The valley brings us enough food and water to sustain tens of millions.”
“Well then, I’m off! But, ah, before I leave, I was wondering if I could ask a small favor of you all. And if you refuse, I completely understand.” She says humbly.
“And what is that favor?” Another asks.
*real quick because i realized there are technically two things she would want: how do the herionidians treat the seeds of the Tree?*
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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."
“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?"
Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
They sighs, incredibly heavily "Oh my us you are really something different. Would this 'buddy' of yours stop you from getting people for your 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.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
“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?"
Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
They sighs, incredibly heavily "Oh my us you are really something different. Would this 'buddy' of yours stop you from getting people for your cult."
“Do you know who he is?”
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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.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
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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?"
Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
They sighs, incredibly heavily "Oh my us you are really something different. Would this 'buddy' of yours stop you from getting people for your cult."
“Do you know who he is?”
"No clue. You have yet to describe them in any form."
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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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
“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?"
Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
They sighs, incredibly heavily "Oh my us you are really something different. Would this 'buddy' of yours stop you from getting people for your cult."
“Do you know who he is?”
"No clue. You have yet to describe them in any form."
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
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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.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to me by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
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.
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
I knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
"It was gifted to my by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
"We knew of the city, not the founder. We do not know of Happy Chaos. Sounds interesting. If he is your buddy why would he stop you?"
*sorry i keep going in and out*
“Okay, I know how this song and dance is gonna go.” Balatro turns away from the Frenzy. “You’re gonna get me to deconstruct my slim morals and eventually bamboozle me into betraying HC. But I’m not that stupid. I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid.”
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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.
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
"We knew of the city, not the founder. We do not know of Happy Chaos. Sounds interesting. If he is your buddy why would he stop you?"
*sorry i keep going in and out*
“Okay, I know how this song and dance is gonna go.” Balatro turns away from the Frenzy. “You’re gonna get me to deconstruct my slim morals and eventually bamboozle me into betraying HC. But I’m not that stupid. I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid.”
*It’s good* “At least you can realize that much. We have found the limits to your stupidity.” They applaud him sarcastically, which is pretty impressive considering most of the hive mind would have to agree on that “Now are you going to continue to talk to us, and tell us about the things we don’t care about?”
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
"We knew of the city, not the founder. We do not know of Happy Chaos. Sounds interesting. If he is your buddy why would he stop you?"
*sorry i keep going in and out*
“Okay, I know how this song and dance is gonna go.” Balatro turns away from the Frenzy. “You’re gonna get me to deconstruct my slim morals and eventually bamboozle me into betraying HC. But I’m not that stupid. I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid.”
*It’s good* “At least you can realize that much. We have found the limits to your stupidity.” They applaud him sarcastically, which is pretty impressive considering most of the hive mind would have to agree on that “Now are you going to continue to talk to us, and tell us about the things we don’t care about?”
“Friends, I am a jester. That is my job.” He throws his hands into the air. “If I was literally made to serve this purpose by whatever paradoxical and cruel forces swallowed up the Old World and puked out this one, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”
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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.
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
"We knew of the city, not the founder. We do not know of Happy Chaos. Sounds interesting. If he is your buddy why would he stop you?"
*sorry i keep going in and out*
“Okay, I know how this song and dance is gonna go.” Balatro turns away from the Frenzy. “You’re gonna get me to deconstruct my slim morals and eventually bamboozle me into betraying HC. But I’m not that stupid. I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid.”
*It’s good* “At least you can realize that much. We have found the limits to your stupidity.” They applaud him sarcastically, which is pretty impressive considering most of the hive mind would have to agree on that “Now are you going to continue to talk to us, and tell us about the things we don’t care about?”
“Friends, I am a jester. That is my job.” He throws his hands into the air. “If I was literally made to serve this purpose by whatever paradoxical and cruel forces swallowed up the Old World and puked out this one, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”
“To stop spewing nonsense for an until I finish this shovel. That is all we want from you, thank you very much.” They get back to working on the shovel, imbuing it with perfect madness and flame.
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Balatro looks shocked. “Good sir, I have few principles, but I stick to those I possess. And one of those is loyalty.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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 sighs, incredibly heavily "Oh my us you are really something different. Would this 'buddy' of yours stop you from getting people for your 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
The willow keeps up a calm and comforting aura, violets leaves gently swaying. Little wisps float like little stars underneath the nighttime shade it always casts even during the brightest day.
"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
One of the Herionidians, an older woman with a cherry wood cane and a cheery demeanor, approaches to investigate the tree and the deathbloom. Nobody stops her, as they seem to respect and trust her.
The tree's aura is welcoming, and she can sense a presence from within the tree even though it doesn't speak.
"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
First, she gently touches and examines the deathbloom, checking for any signs it is a fake or somehow diminished. Then, she looks up at the tree, and touches its bark, trying to investigate the presence.
“Do you know who he is?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a bit, she would hear a soft and gentle voice speak within her mind, sounding ethereal and child-like. "The shade of my branches welcomes you mortal"
"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
"No clue. You have yet to describe them in any form."
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 knew it. What are you doing here, who are you, and where did you get the Deathbloom of our king?
“Oh, I thought you’d know him ‘cause of the city… Happy Chaos? Blue guy? With revolvers? Thousands of clones?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It was gifted to me by my creator to safeguard. As to how she acquired it, I know not how, my "birth" imparted no knowledge of that. I was only instructed to safeguard it and keep the Valley and it's inhabitants safe." The Willow speaks.
"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
"We knew of the city, not the founder. We do not know of Happy Chaos. Sounds interesting. If he is your buddy why would he stop you?"
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
Then who is your creator? I have some questions about why they’re in possession of the funeral flower of Herionidus.
The Willow goes silent for a bit, and just when the woman might think the Willow won't speak anymore, the voice returns.
"She didn't wish to be known to your people. She doesn't seek reverence or conflict, she only wishes to help and respects your reverence to the Undying King, even if her actions might be in conflict with his past priests. However, if answering these questions would help ease your people's worries, I can commune with her so you may speak to her"
"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
*sorry i keep going in and out*
“Okay, I know how this song and dance is gonna go.” Balatro turns away from the Frenzy. “You’re gonna get me to deconstruct my slim morals and eventually bamboozle me into betraying HC. But I’m not that stupid. I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It’s good* “At least you can realize that much. We have found the limits to your stupidity.” They applaud him sarcastically, which is pretty impressive considering most of the hive mind would have to agree on that “Now are you going to continue to talk to us, and tell us about the things we don’t care about?”
“Friends, I am a jester. That is my job.” He throws his hands into the air. “If I was literally made to serve this purpose by whatever paradoxical and cruel forces swallowed up the Old World and puked out this one, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“To stop spewing nonsense for an until I finish this shovel. That is all we want from you, thank you very much.” They get back to working on the shovel, imbuing it with perfect madness and flame.