The marrote slams right into the skull with a thunderous crack but it remains unfazed. The vines twist into the body of a thorny bull with the skull as a head. “You sure you want to do this?”
“I’m not letting you take out my boss. Unless…” His eye sockets gleam silver, and he grins. “You know, I’ve been thinking for a while now that the way Faltros is going, it might just be best to abandon ship. But I pride myself on loyalty, and I do really care about the old man deep down. It seems to me like his fight with you has caused a lot of this. So how about instead of us killing each other, I take you to talk with him, we figure all this out, and nobody has to die. If you refuse though, I’ll call in the whole host of devils AND the King himself, and see how you fare against all of us.”
The thorn hided bull dissolves. The vines sag and lose their animation, falling to the ground like pain lined ropes. A wave of heat washes out as ponchoed shoulders shrug off the briars. A skeletal body sticks its thumbs in a rattlesnake belt. Cowboy boots spurred with silver lightning scuff the dirt and Crotalus sticks a thorn wreathed cowboy hat between his widespread horns. He speaks through the sound of a diamondback’s rattle, “I like the way you think. Sounds like a plan.”
Balatro looks mildly shocked. “Oh wow that’s the first time that’s actually worked. Alright, the palace is this way. But when I take you to the hall, you gotta wait a bit outside so I can tell Faltros and get him calm enough to negotiate, okay?”
A swarm of fire ants pour out of his eye socket and swarm around his skull for a moment before disappearing back into the shadows of his bones. “Sure, I’ll give you a moment or two to herald my arrival.”
“Alright, follow me.” Balatro begins running to the palace.
Crotalus flies after him, carried by buzzard wind and sandstorm skies.
Balatro arrives at the doors. “So just wait a couple minutes or so, and everything’ll be ready. Just don’t try anything underhanded while I’m away.” Balatro enters the hall and knocks on the throne room door. “Hey Faltros?”
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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've been getting into Southern Gothic lately. I was hoping to combine it with modern adaptations and mythos-ification of American urban legends, and I thought you might have some advice.*
*To quote myself: The South oozes blood from a centuries-old and festering wound, a wound that they pick at still in hopes that it will bring them a divinity they never had.*
*First off, that’s an incredible quote. I love the idea behind it. Secondly, it brings me joy to see another person delve into the Southern Gothic. So am I right in my understanding that you’re looking for modern interpretations of American folklore for inspiration?*
*Oh, absolutely. I'll come to you immediately if I have any specifics in mind, but right now I'm working on a Southern version of the Wendigo.*
*My idea so far: The Wendigo embodies the true self, in its own way. It doesn't hurt anyone directly, simply enables those who would have committed evil acts anyway. Those people who are always waiting for the right moment, hoping for a desperate time when they can hurt people without repercussions, all under the excuse of "it's what I had to do." The Wendigo doesn't do this because it loves the pain and death, but because it wants to bring those people to light, and show everyone the wolf in their midst.*
*"You were too busy being nice to be good."*
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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.
*I've been getting into Southern Gothic lately. I was hoping to combine it with modern adaptations and mythos-ification of American urban legends, and I thought you might have some advice.*
*To quote myself: The South oozes blood from a centuries-old and festering wound, a wound that they pick at still in hopes that it will bring them a divinity they never had.*
*First off, that’s an incredible quote. I love the idea behind it. Secondly, it brings me joy to see another person delve into the Southern Gothic. So am I right in my understanding that you’re looking for modern interpretations of American folklore for inspiration?*
*Oh, absolutely. I'll come to you immediately if I have any specifics in mind, but right now I'm working on a Southern version of the Wendigo.*
*My idea so far: The Wendigo embodies the true self, in its own way. It doesn't hurt anyone directly, simply enables those who would have committed evil acts anyway. Those people who are always waiting for the right moment, hoping for a desperate time when they can hurt people without repercussions, all under the excuse of "it's what I had to do." The Wendigo doesn't do this because it loves the pain and death, but because it wants to bring those people to light, and show everyone the wolf in their midst.*
*"You were too busy being nice to be good."*
*Very interesting. The "You were too busy being nice to be good." part fits into Southern culture very well. It’s extremely easy to follow all the social etiquette and show hospitality with a venomous heart. Right now I’m imagining the terrible yet poster friendly women from The Help turning into a wendigo.*
*The wolf part also fits the Wendigo well. You could showcase the savage nature that is ignored by folks when they’ve lived in comfort for too long*
Crotalus senses a presence near his territory. Not exactly in it, per se, but in its path if he wished to expand it further south.
Crotalus, being in the underworld, is not able to personally attend to the matter. However he still has his angelic court that can govern his land while he is not present. A streak a flame races across the sand in the direction of the disturbance. A bird spirit of some sort, wreathed in flames heads towards the presence.
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
Crotalus senses a presence near his territory. Not exactly in it, per se, but in its path if he wished to expand it further south.
Crotalus, being in the underworld, is not able to personally attend to the matter. However he still has his angelic court that can govern his land while he is not present. A streak a flame races across the sand in the direction of the disturbance. A bird spirit of some sort, wreathed in flames heads towards the presence.
There is a grandiose mansion not too far from the edge of the desert. Around it is a forest. Sort of. The trees are all dead, starved. It is freezing here. An emaciated, deer-like humanoid, dressed in a white suit that matches his fur, sits in a white wire patio chair covered in icicles. He sips some iced tea, his lips causing the paper-thin layer of ice on top of the glass to break. "Howdy, stranger." He tips his Boss of the Plains hat to the spirit, seemingly calm despite the circumstances.
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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.
Crotalus senses a presence near his territory. Not exactly in it, per se, but in its path if he wished to expand it further south.
Crotalus, being in the underworld, is not able to personally attend to the matter. However he still has his angelic court that can govern his land while he is not present. A streak a flame races across the sand in the direction of the disturbance. A bird spirit of some sort, wreathed in flames heads towards the presence.
There is a grandiose mansion not too far from the edge of the desert. Around it is a forest. Sort of. The trees are all dead, starved. It is freezing here. An emaciated, deer-like humanoid, dressed in a white suit that matches his fur, sits in a white wire patio chair covered in icicles. He sips some iced tea, his lips causing the paper-thin layer of ice on top of the glass to break. "Howdy, stranger." He tips his Boss of the Plains hat to the spirit, seemingly calm despite the circumstances.
The phoenix rises and the flames and feathers mold into a slightly more humanoid form. Scaly bird legs scratch at the ground as he steps closer, sending sparks wheeling into the air. Embers smolder in the feathered cloak that drapes across his form. Flames dance along his back, scorching his feathers brown. A crest of feathers rises up above a long, hard beak-like nose. It’s a roadrunner, a phoenix, a comet, an angel of the desert.
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
*bro this is awesome. also terrifying.*
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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.
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
There is a grandiose mansion not too far from the edge of the desert. Around it is a forest. Sort of. The trees are all dead, starved. It is freezing here. An emaciated, deer-like humanoid, dressed in a white suit that matches his fur, sits in a white wire patio chair covered in icicles. He sips some iced tea, his lips causing the paper-thin layer of ice on top of the glass to break. "Howdy, stranger." He tips his Boss of the Plains hat to the spirit, seemingly calm despite the circumstances.
The phoenix rises and the flames and feathers mold into a slightly more humanoid form. Scaly bird legs scratch at the ground as he steps closer, sending sparks wheeling into the air. Embers smolder in the feathered cloak that drapes across his form. Flames dance along his back, scorching his feathers brown. A crest of feathers rises up above a long, hard beak-like nose. It’s a roadrunner, a phoenix, a comet, an angel of the desert.
”Howdy, you new around the parts?”
The wendigo shivers ever so slightly in hidden fear as the frost on the ground around the angel melts. "Yup. I wanted to be near some other folks. Hard to be neighborly when you have no neighbors, am I right?"
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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 rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
*That is Awesome! Also NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
*That is Awesome! Also NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!*
*why thank thee as well*
as the great wheels of Yadathiel begin to rotate around it, it begins drifting, slowly, across the land, heading north. Slowly, slowly, slowly. It’s heading for the nearest small settlement.
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Balatro arrives at the doors. “So just wait a couple minutes or so, and everything’ll be ready. Just don’t try anything underhanded while I’m away.” Balatro enters the hall and knocks on the throne room door. “Hey Faltros?”
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, absolutely. I'll come to you immediately if I have any specifics in mind, but right now I'm working on a Southern version of the Wendigo.*
*My idea so far: The Wendigo embodies the true self, in its own way. It doesn't hurt anyone directly, simply enables those who would have committed evil acts anyway. Those people who are always waiting for the right moment, hoping for a desperate time when they can hurt people without repercussions, all under the excuse of "it's what I had to do." The Wendigo doesn't do this because it loves the pain and death, but because it wants to bring those people to light, and show everyone the wolf in their midst.*
*"You were too busy being nice to be good."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gonna get off for now. Bye, y'all!*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Bye, Gibblord!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*wait no wait crotalis is about to talk to faltrod*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Very interesting. The "You were too busy being nice to be good." part fits into Southern culture very well. It’s extremely easy to follow all the social etiquette and show hospitality with a venomous heart. Right now I’m imagining the terrible yet poster friendly women from The Help turning into a wendigo.*
*The wolf part also fits the Wendigo well. You could showcase the savage nature that is ignored by folks when they’ve lived in comfort for too long*
*I’m at lunch right now but I’d love to continue this when I get back.*
*Dang, it all went quiet.*
Savut has been working on reshaping the city’s landscape. She has also put 5,000 power points into the wards to fortify them further.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oi Noi!*
Crotalus senses a presence near his territory. Not exactly in it, per se, but in its path if he wished to expand it further south.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*this would be the perfect time for Arch to intro Yadathiel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Crotalus, being in the underworld, is not able to personally attend to the matter. However he still has his angelic court that can govern his land while he is not present.
A streak a flame races across the sand in the direction of the disturbance. A bird spirit of some sort, wreathed in flames heads towards the presence.
The rifts have grown further more still in the south, and the X shape is complete, symmetrical, and it is enormous. At least a few miles in length, the giant formation is quickly eating away at the world around it, growing more… then it stops. For ten minutes, it’s still, unmoving, not growing any larger.
then, suddenly, the rifts begin to curl and bend, upwards into the sky, forming two rings as the structure sheds it’s shadowy coat, revealing a gleaming metal, a shiny silver, without tarnish or ruin, floating in the sky, hundreds of feet across. Along its surface, dozens of appendages form from the inky void of the rifts slowly dissolving around them, connecting to the metal with wispy strands of darkness. The dissolved remnants of the rifts spin around the structure like the orbital disk of a black hole, slowly being pulled into the center, forming a dark, shadowy ball. Then, the ball explodes in an inferno of heavenly light, illuminating the structure with the light of the sun. The inferno coalesces into some multicolored object, formless yet somehow given form at once, sometimes resembling one of the many hands ringing the iron wheels, at others it is a great eye staring down upon the world. Other times, it is simply a kaleidoscopic light, with no form. It floats above the world, high, high, thousands of feet, and surveys the surroundings with its core.
this is Yadathiel, Light and Fear domain Great one Harbinger of the Unseen world.
There is a grandiose mansion not too far from the edge of the desert. Around it is a forest. Sort of. The trees are all dead, starved. It is freezing here. An emaciated, deer-like humanoid, dressed in a white suit that matches his fur, sits in a white wire patio chair covered in icicles. He sips some iced tea, his lips causing the paper-thin layer of ice on top of the glass to break. "Howdy, stranger." He tips his Boss of the Plains hat to the spirit, seemingly calm despite the circumstances.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The phoenix rises and the flames and feathers mold into a slightly more humanoid form. Scaly bird legs scratch at the ground as he steps closer, sending sparks wheeling into the air. Embers smolder in the feathered cloak that drapes across his form. Flames dance along his back, scorching his feathers brown. A crest of feathers rises up above a long, hard beak-like nose. It’s a roadrunner, a phoenix, a comet, an angel of the desert.
”Howdy, you new around the parts?”
*bro this is awesome. also terrifying.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*why thank thee*
The wendigo shivers ever so slightly in hidden fear as the frost on the ground around the angel melts. "Yup. I wanted to be near some other folks. Hard to be neighborly when you have no neighbors, am I right?"
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 Awesome! Also NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*why thank thee as well*
as the great wheels of Yadathiel begin to rotate around it, it begins drifting, slowly, across the land, heading north. Slowly, slowly, slowly. It’s heading for the nearest small settlement.