a pack of human-sized, dark-furred lions with saber teeth prowl in, following one of their number with a divine aura.
Cultists in warm clothes attempt to place frozen garlands and icy wreathes on the lions while clearing the way to a wendigo in a white suit. He watches the lions silently, drumming his claws on the arm of his chair.
all except the leader growl at the cultists with wreathes, until they see the leader wearing them. the leader howls, and words beat themselves into the minds of all present.
"Really? Not even a howdy? Y'all not big on hospitality round these parts are y'all?" He shakes his horned head.
*Don't worry, I'll be very in and out too throughout the day.*
*I forget whether or not Faltros knows of Crotalus and the Crown of Slaughter's plot...*
He laughs. "You do realize I rule over the souls of the wicked for a reason, correct?"
*I don't really know. I don't think so but a lot has happened when I was away.*
"Still, there is a common decency to be shown to even your enemies." rattles the desert god, "But I'm not here to criticize your hospitality, as deplorable as it may be. I'm here on account of your god culling."
"My god culling? Not my torture of mortals, creation of horrifying beasts, or anything of that sort? Oh, well. Even if one of my older times, the Godless Ones was a splendid plan, even if it fell apart. But it was ages ago. I didn't even kill anyone, for crying out loud! I tried, but failed. The only God that died during that time was Herionidus, and the Swarm did that in our alliance. As for my threatening and sometimes killing of other gods, I give them a chance to yield. Nurgul refused to free Balatro. The others were given the choice to bow down to me, flee, or die."
The Voice of the Desert speaks, "I've given life to the scorpion and the rattling serpent. The buzzard and the hog. The coyote and the spider widow and the blood bat. The beasts of the wilds aren't meant to be tame so I don't fault you there. The lot of the villainous is pain. They chose to walk a crooked, self-serving path in life, their punishment is just. I can't fault you there either. If you kept yourself to your domains we wouldn't have a problem. But you're a prideful fool, aren't you? You wished to grasp more than your hands could hold and you've tortured the living. I've seen peoples torn to pieces due to your actions. I've seen twisted gods born out of blood your hand has spilled. I ain't about to sit to the side as you continue to harm the world with your hubris."
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*wait hold on how does Happy chaos even know Aemulus’ name? They never told anyone besides Balatro, Crotalus, and Faltros I think*
*Balatro and Happy Chaos are best buds, therefore answer given.*
*but did Balatro ever actually tell Happy chaos Aemulus’ name though? I might have just missed it…*
*Im pretty sure, if not I apologize for thinking so.*
*I don't remember Balatro ever bringing up Aemulus/Arsendir at all, personally. But I'm not Jobah or Jester, so take my word with a grain of salt.*
*Yeah you’re probably right, my memory isn’t that good anyway.*
*I recall Happy never trusting Arsendir, because of the circumstance of finding him in the Underworld, and always believing he was a spy but never actually knowing the true scope of it all. So it's still not out of character for Happy to think he has something to do with this.*
*That is fair enough, someone should fact check it. All my other characters are doing nothing right now.*
*Yeah, most of mine are currently preoccupied or otherwise not wanting to yet interact with others save for Xezithic. Visk could interact but he is still growing a forest*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Cultists in warm clothes attempt to place frozen garlands and icy wreathes on the lions while clearing the way to a wendigo in a white suit. He watches the lions silently, drumming his claws on the arm of his chair.
all except the leader growl at the cultists with wreathes, until they see the leader wearing them. the leader howls, and words beat themselves into the minds of all present.
GREETINGS, HUNGRY ONE
The Wendigo nods. "Howdy. Nice to meet ya, I'm Quiet. Well, that's my name, I tend to be purty loud actually." He scratches his head. "What are y'all's names?"
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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.
*wait hold on how does Happy chaos even know Aemulus’ name? They never told anyone besides Balatro, Crotalus, and Faltros I think*
*Balatro and Happy Chaos are best buds, therefore answer given.*
*but did Balatro ever actually tell Happy chaos Aemulus’ name though? I might have just missed it…*
*Im pretty sure, if not I apologize for thinking so.*
*I don't remember Balatro ever bringing up Aemulus/Arsendir at all, personally. But I'm not Jobah or Jester, so take my word with a grain of salt.*
*Yeah you’re probably right, my memory isn’t that good anyway.*
*I recall Happy never trusting Arsendir, because of the circumstance of finding him in the Underworld, and always believing he was a spy but never actually knowing the true scope of it all. So it's still not out of character for Happy to think he has something to do with this.*
*That is fair enough, someone should fact check it. All my other characters are doing nothing right now.*
*Yeah, most of mine are currently preoccupied or otherwise not wanting to yet interact with others save for Xezithic. Visk could interact but he is still growing a forest*
*You don’t have to, The Frenzy wouldn’t really be interested unless they absorbed the forest and Slayer is just chillin. Want to rp somewhere else maybe?*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
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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 don't really know. I don't think so but a lot has happened when I was away.*
"Still, there is a common decency to be shown to even your enemies." rattles the desert god, "But I'm not here to criticize your hospitality, as deplorable as it may be. I'm here on account of your god culling."
"My god culling? Not my torture of mortals, creation of horrifying beasts, or anything of that sort? Oh, well. Even if one of my older times, the Godless Ones was a splendid plan, even if it fell apart. But it was ages ago. I didn't even kill anyone, for crying out loud! I tried, but failed. The only God that died during that time was Herionidus, and the Swarm did that in our alliance. As for my threatening and sometimes killing of other gods, I give them a chance to yield. Nurgul refused to free Balatro. The others were given the choice to bow down to me, flee, or die."
The Voice of the Desert speaks, "I've given life to the scorpion and the rattling serpent. The buzzard and the hog. The coyote and the spider widow and the blood bat. The beasts of the wilds aren't meant to be tame so I don't fault you there. The lot of the villainous is pain. They chose to walk a crooked, self-serving path in life, their punishment is just. I can't fault you there either. If you kept yourself to your domains we wouldn't have a problem. But you're a prideful fool, aren't you? You wished to grasp more than your hands could hold and you've tortured the living. I've seen peoples torn to pieces due to your actions. I've seen twisted gods born out of blood your hand has spilled. I ain't about to sit to the side as you continue to harm the world with your hubris."
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
"Revenge," his voice rattles. "This is the hate spawned from your actions. The judgement upon your crimes of destruction. This is the Crown of Vengeance, the Hate of Herionidus, and it hates you."
*Is Arch around? This might be a good time for the Crown to do something if it is going to.*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
Several white butterflies watch the Gut as it travels, absorbing the information deposited, but not stopping the efforts in any ways, their wings filling with various unreadable runes as it they were made of parchment. Elsewhere in the world, in an infinite library, several books lay open on a table, words being written with magical pens but with no author visible.
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
*I don't really know. I don't think so but a lot has happened when I was away.*
"Still, there is a common decency to be shown to even your enemies." rattles the desert god, "But I'm not here to criticize your hospitality, as deplorable as it may be. I'm here on account of your god culling."
"My god culling? Not my torture of mortals, creation of horrifying beasts, or anything of that sort? Oh, well. Even if one of my older times, the Godless Ones was a splendid plan, even if it fell apart. But it was ages ago. I didn't even kill anyone, for crying out loud! I tried, but failed. The only God that died during that time was Herionidus, and the Swarm did that in our alliance. As for my threatening and sometimes killing of other gods, I give them a chance to yield. Nurgul refused to free Balatro. The others were given the choice to bow down to me, flee, or die."
The Voice of the Desert speaks, "I've given life to the scorpion and the rattling serpent. The buzzard and the hog. The coyote and the spider widow and the blood bat. The beasts of the wilds aren't meant to be tame so I don't fault you there. The lot of the villainous is pain. They chose to walk a crooked, self-serving path in life, their punishment is just. I can't fault you there either. If you kept yourself to your domains we wouldn't have a problem. But you're a prideful fool, aren't you? You wished to grasp more than your hands could hold and you've tortured the living. I've seen peoples torn to pieces due to your actions. I've seen twisted gods born out of blood your hand has spilled. I ain't about to sit to the side as you continue to harm the world with your hubris."
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
"Revenge," his voice rattles. "This is the hate spawned from your actions. The judgement upon your crimes of destruction. This is the Crown of Vengeance, the Hate of Herionidus, and it hates you."
*Is Arch around? This might be a good time for the Crown to do something if it is going to.*
"Herionidus? As I said, the Swarm is the main perpetrator. I was not even the one who suggested the crime. Why not go for them?" His face lights up. "Ah, I know. It is a coward. It cannot take out the main killer, so it takes out its anger on beings who are involved in it but not as much. Truly pathetic. And even then, you still made the wrong choice. After all..." His voice distorts, and his devil horns grow. "If you fight me, you will still end up dead where you stand."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
Several white butterflies watch the Gut as it travels, absorbing the information deposited, but not stopping the efforts in any ways, their wings filling with various unreadable runes as it they were made of parchment. Elsewhere in the world, in an infinite library, several books lay open on a table, words being written with magical pens but with no author visible.
Barbeau makes no efforts to hide his actions. In fact, in the middle of the desecration, he commands his horrible engine to settle down. A piano raises up around where he's standing, and he begins to play a jazzy tune amidst the wreckage of the old gods' failures. He begins to sing in a voice that displays showmanship over true beauty. His song is... less than savory, but not directly offensive. The mortals seem to enjoy it, for what little peace it brings them.
"I'm in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside, A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime..."
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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 Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
Barbeau simply watches as the Gut settles down amongst the wreckage. Freezing rain falls around the grotesque vehicle, in a sense showing recognition of another elemental force at 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.
*I don't really know. I don't think so but a lot has happened when I was away.*
"Still, there is a common decency to be shown to even your enemies." rattles the desert god, "But I'm not here to criticize your hospitality, as deplorable as it may be. I'm here on account of your god culling."
"My god culling? Not my torture of mortals, creation of horrifying beasts, or anything of that sort? Oh, well. Even if one of my older times, the Godless Ones was a splendid plan, even if it fell apart. But it was ages ago. I didn't even kill anyone, for crying out loud! I tried, but failed. The only God that died during that time was Herionidus, and the Swarm did that in our alliance. As for my threatening and sometimes killing of other gods, I give them a chance to yield. Nurgul refused to free Balatro. The others were given the choice to bow down to me, flee, or die."
The Voice of the Desert speaks, "I've given life to the scorpion and the rattling serpent. The buzzard and the hog. The coyote and the spider widow and the blood bat. The beasts of the wilds aren't meant to be tame so I don't fault you there. The lot of the villainous is pain. They chose to walk a crooked, self-serving path in life, their punishment is just. I can't fault you there either. If you kept yourself to your domains we wouldn't have a problem. But you're a prideful fool, aren't you? You wished to grasp more than your hands could hold and you've tortured the living. I've seen peoples torn to pieces due to your actions. I've seen twisted gods born out of blood your hand has spilled. I ain't about to sit to the side as you continue to harm the world with your hubris."
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
"Revenge," his voice rattles. "This is the hate spawned from your actions. The judgement upon your crimes of destruction. This is the Crown of Vengeance, the Hate of Herionidus, and it hates you."
*Is Arch around? This might be a good time for the Crown to do something if it is going to.*
"Herionidus? As I said, the Swarm is the main perpetrator. I was not even the one who suggested the crime. Why not go for them?" His face lights up. "Ah, I know. It is a coward. It cannot take out the main killer, so it takes out its anger on beings who are involved in it but not as much. Truly pathetic. And even then, you still made the wrong choice. After all..." His voice distorts, and his devil horns grow. "If you fight me, you will still end up dead where you stand."
"I'm not here to listen to you justify your wicked actions. You sound just like the whimpering damned who populate your caverns. Always moaning about how it wasn't your fault, how you're not to blame. Herionidus's blood is on your hands as well as on the hands of others but right now it's your turn for judgement." The rattle of a diamondback reverberates throughout the hall and sand begins to swirl around the desert god. Ants and scorpions and venom tongued serpents skitter and slither across Crotalus's bones and through the folds of his poncho as a heavy, dry heat begins to rise.
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
Barbeau simply watches as the Gut settles down amongst the wreckage. Freezing rain falls around the grotesque vehicle, in a sense showing recognition of another elemental force at play.
“What brings you out onto this desolate wasteland?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
Several white butterflies watch the Gut as it travels, absorbing the information deposited, but not stopping the efforts in any ways, their wings filling with various unreadable runes as it they were made of parchment. Elsewhere in the world, in an infinite library, several books lay open on a table, words being written with magical pens but with no author visible.
Barbeau makes no efforts to hide his actions. In fact, in the middle of the desecration, he commands his horrible engine to settle down. A piano raises up around where he's standing, and he begins to play a jazzy tune amidst the wreckage of the old gods' failures. He begins to sing in a voice that displays showmanship over true beauty. His song is... less than savory, but not directly offensive. The mortals seem to enjoy it, for what little peace it brings them.
"I'm in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside, A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime..."
The butterflies continue to observe as the Gut and the fox creature cross paths.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
*That's because I wanted the players to agree. How about when a Will falls to zero Power Points or fails in an altercation, another Will can kill them with permission?*
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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'm not here to listen to you justify your wicked actions. You sound just like the whimpering damned who populate your caverns. Always moaning about how it wasn't your fault, how you're not to blame. Herionidus's blood is on your hands as well as on the hands of others but right now it's your turn for judgement." The rattle of a diamondback reverberates throughout the hall and sand begins to swirl around the desert god. Ants and scorpions and venom tongued serpents skitter and slither across Crotalus's bones and through the folds of his poncho as a heavy, dry heat begins to rise.
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
*Typically the Will who wins the conflict decides the fate of the loser, though typically the creators of the Wills in question talk about the outcome together so everyone is on the same page. I think only three wills have been properly "killed" in combat funny enough. Herionidus, the Lich King (with the caveat that he could come back though i think the poster who created them has been gone for a while), and Nurgul to be precise.*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
Barbeau simply watches as the Gut settles down amongst the wreckage. Freezing rain falls around the grotesque vehicle, in a sense showing recognition of another elemental force at play.
“What brings you out onto this desolate wasteland?”
The Chef sighs as his ship lets him down on a drawbridge extending from the top of its warped, oblong structure.
"You, your friends, your enemies, your acquaintances, and the Wills you haven't met yet. You've all made a mess of this. These Mortals need some peace and comfort now and again. I've come to help provide it."
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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.
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
*That's because I wanted the players to agree. How about when a Will falls to zero Power Points or fails in an altercation, another Will can kill them with permission?*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
Barbeau simply watches as the Gut settles down amongst the wreckage. Freezing rain falls around the grotesque vehicle, in a sense showing recognition of another elemental force at play.
“What brings you out onto this desolate wasteland?”
The Chef sighs as his ship lets him down on a drawbridge extending from the top of its warped, oblong structure.
"You, your friends, your enemies, your acquaintances, and the Wills you haven't met yet. You've all made a mess of this. These Mortals need some peace and comfort now and again. I've come to help provide it."
“That’s boring. Plus what those mortals look like they're being mind controlled. Not sure if that qualifies as peace and comfort.”
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I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
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all except the leader growl at the cultists with wreathes, until they see the leader wearing them. the leader howls, and words beat themselves into the minds of all present.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
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
*Yeah, most of mine are currently preoccupied or otherwise not wanting to yet interact with others save for Xezithic. Visk could interact but he is still growing a forest*
"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
The Wendigo nods. "Howdy. Nice to meet ya, I'm Quiet. Well, that's my name, I tend to be purty loud actually." He scratches his head. "What are y'all's names?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You don’t have to, The Frenzy wouldn’t really be interested unless they absorbed the forest and Slayer is just chillin. Want to rp somewhere else maybe?*
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Revenge," his voice rattles. "This is the hate spawned from your actions. The judgement upon your crimes of destruction. This is the Crown of Vengeance, the Hate of Herionidus, and it hates you."
*Is Arch around? This might be a good time for the Crown to do something if it is going to.*
Several white butterflies watch the Gut as it travels, absorbing the information deposited, but not stopping the efforts in any ways, their wings filling with various unreadable runes as it they were made of parchment. Elsewhere in the world, in an infinite library, several books lay open on a table, words being written with magical pens but with no author visible.
"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
A woman appears in the distance, elemental chaos following behind her as she laughs and twirls in the wind without a care, the same wind that is creating howling gales behind her, fueling the wildfires that spark every time she touches the ground, which extinguish almost as fast as they flare up thanks to the massive stormwall, advancing in her wake.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Herionidus? As I said, the Swarm is the main perpetrator. I was not even the one who suggested the crime. Why not go for them?" His face lights up. "Ah, I know. It is a coward. It cannot take out the main killer, so it takes out its anger on beings who are involved in it but not as much. Truly pathetic. And even then, you still made the wrong choice. After all..." His voice distorts, and his devil horns grow. "If you fight me, you will still end up dead where you stand."
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
Barbeau makes no efforts to hide his actions. In fact, in the middle of the desecration, he commands his horrible engine to settle down. A piano raises up around where he's standing, and he begins to play a jazzy tune amidst the wreckage of the old gods' failures. He begins to sing in a voice that displays showmanship over true beauty. His song is... less than savory, but not directly offensive. The mortals seem to enjoy it, for what little peace it brings them.
"I'm in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside,
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Barbeau simply watches as the Gut settles down amongst the wreckage. Freezing rain falls around the grotesque vehicle, in a sense showing recognition of another elemental force at play.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm not here to listen to you justify your wicked actions. You sound just like the whimpering damned who populate your caverns. Always moaning about how it wasn't your fault, how you're not to blame. Herionidus's blood is on your hands as well as on the hands of others but right now it's your turn for judgement." The rattle of a diamondback reverberates throughout the hall and sand begins to swirl around the desert god. Ants and scorpions and venom tongued serpents skitter and slither across Crotalus's bones and through the folds of his poncho as a heavy, dry heat begins to rise.
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
“What brings you out onto this desolate wasteland?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The butterflies continue to observe as the Gut and the fox creature cross paths.
"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
*That's because I wanted the players to agree. How about when a Will falls to zero Power Points or fails in an altercation, another Will can kill them with permission?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Typically the Will who wins the conflict decides the fate of the loser, though typically the creators of the Wills in question talk about the outcome together so everyone is on the same page. I think only three wills have been properly "killed" in combat funny enough. Herionidus, the Lich King (with the caveat that he could come back though i think the poster who created them has been gone for a while), and Nurgul to be precise.*
"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
The Chef sighs as his ship lets him down on a drawbridge extending from the top of its warped, oblong structure.
"You, your friends, your enemies, your acquaintances, and the Wills you haven't met yet. You've all made a mess of this. These Mortals need some peace and comfort now and again. I've come to help provide it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sounds good to me.*
“That’s boring. Plus what those mortals look like they're being mind controlled. Not sure if that qualifies as peace and comfort.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor