*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.*
*They can only die when killed by another Greater Will. Edit: The others explained it better. What they all said.*
"Oh, no. I'm not saying I'm not wicked, or uninvolved. I'm not justifying my actions, but pointing out that wretched crown's cowardice to stop the biggest perpetrator." He thinks to himself. "How about this. A much stronger Will is coming here soon. Cogintius, the one you sided in the past. He is stronger then even I, and coincidentally, he believes you have been corrupted by chaos and are causing issues that one of my minions may or may not have started and framed you on. If he meets you, he will certainly be ready to kill. He defeats you, and I destroy him once he is weakened. If you leave now, he has a much higher chance to defeat me, and then you can talk things out peacefully if he wins. Sure, the crown will not achieve the satisfaction of seeing me die in person, but it has targets it should prioritize more."
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.”
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
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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 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.”
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
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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
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.”
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
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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.
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?"
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.
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?"
"MY CREATIONS LACK THEM. I, HOWEVER, AM OKHMUS"
Quiet seems to relax a bit. "That's a lovely name, if I do say so myself. Would you or your creations like some food or drink, Okhmus? Or are you here on business? Heck, what am I saying, you can have what you'd like even if you are here on business."
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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 giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
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.”
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
“The Mythos is formed.”
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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
The Gut, having surveyed the surrounding world, slams into the earth with a noise that can be heard from the Underworld. Then it rises and slams down again. Water begins to spray up from the cracks in the soil, flooding the barren ground. The water keeps coming out, until eventually it forms a sea, teeming with life. A drawbridge comes down from the Gut as Barbeau rings a bell, calling mortals in from all over the world. They climb aboard, desperate for any semblance of peace or safety.
lightning strikes the ocean, and a giant eel with a beard of tentacles from the spot it struck.
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
“The Mythos is formed.”
"Fair enough. I have no need for killing the Wills as of yet, but since you seem to care about, or at least tolerate, my endeavors, I will help you when and if you need it."
He removes a glove, revealing a grey, ice-cold hand with hooked claws. "Have we got a deal?"
The Gut, having surveyed the surrounding world, slams into the earth with a noise that can be heard from the Underworld. Then it rises and slams down again. Water begins to spray up from the cracks in the soil, flooding the barren ground. The water keeps coming out, until eventually it forms a sea, teeming with life. A drawbridge comes down from the Gut as Barbeau rings a bell, calling mortals in from all over the world. They climb aboard, desperate for any semblance of peace or safety.
lightning strikes the ocean, and a giant eel with a beard of tentacles from the spot it struck.
Barbeau looks over. "Nice shot. You one of those Wills I've been hearing about?"
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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.*
*They can only die when killed by another Greater Will. Edit: The others explained it better. What they all said.*
"Oh, no. I'm not saying I'm not wicked, or uninvolved. I'm not justifying my actions, but pointing out that wretched crown's cowardice to stop the biggest perpetrator." He thinks to himself. "How about this. A much stronger Will is coming here soon. Cogintius, the one you sided in the past. He is stronger then even I, and coincidentally, he believes you have been corrupted by chaos and are causing issues that one of my minions may or may not have started and framed you on. If he meets you, he will certainly be ready to kill. He defeats you, and I destroy him once he is weakened. If you leave now, he has a much higher chance to defeat me, and then you can talk things out peacefully if he wins. Sure, the crown will not achieve the satisfaction of seeing me die in person, but it has targets it should prioritize more."
"So the Crown and I ain't the only ones after you, huh?" He laughs the laugh of a sandstorm. The laugh of a scorpion as it sees a big red toe within striking range. The laugh of a buzzard as it spies a thirsty animal miles from water. "You must be mighty desperate. Now I know I can only succeed, my efforts won't be in vain. If I'm whupped, I'll still have weakened you, allowing your enemies to strike you down. I may not win this fight, but I know you won't win the next one." Quicker than a bolt of lightning across the empty, desert sky, he draws twin, silver revolvers and fires at you using up 10,000 power points. 346
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 giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
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 giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
"Ah, a fellow demon. Forge, I assume. Not too dissimilar from I. Have you seen what a mess they've made of all this? Madness... all madness."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
“The Mythos is formed.”
"Fair enough. I have no need for killing the Wills as of yet, but since you seem to care about, or at least tolerate, my endeavors, I will help you when and if you need it."
He removes a glove, revealing a grey, ice-cold hand with hooked claws. "Have we got a deal?"
“Of course. What are the chances you take the Earth domain sometime in the future?”
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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
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
“The Mythos is formed.”
"Fair enough. I have no need for killing the Wills as of yet, but since you seem to care about, or at least tolerate, my endeavors, I will help you when and if you need it."
He removes a glove, revealing a grey, ice-cold hand with hooked claws. "Have we got a deal?"
“Of course. What are the chances you take the Earth domain sometime in the future?”
"Low, but not none. You hoping to catch em' all?" He snorts, not quite derisively.
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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 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?"
"MY CREATIONS LACK THEM. I, HOWEVER, AM OKHMUS"
Quiet seems to relax a bit. "That's a lovely name, if I do say so myself. Would you or your creations like some food or drink, Okhmus? Or are you here on business? Heck, what am I saying, you can have what you'd like even if you are here on business."
"MY CREATIONS SHALL EAT. I HAVE COME BECAUSE YOU ARE A FELLOW WILL OF THE HARSHNESS OF THE WILD, AND SHALL WAIT."
the lions, besides the leader, begin perusing the food, revealing shark-like front teeth and back molars, eating both meats and vegetables
Visk has taken a break from growing his forest to explore all the activity in the south. He sees the crater where the Kingdom of Duality once stood.
"It seems they took some drastic measures, but I can sense they are alright. Now to see what all the activity down south is." He says jovially as the massive dragon starts walking, a trail of vibrant flowers forming behind him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Gut, having surveyed the surrounding world, slams into the earth with a noise that can be heard from the Underworld. Then it rises and slams down again. Water begins to spray up from the cracks in the soil, flooding the barren ground. The water keeps coming out, until eventually it forms a sea, teeming with life. A drawbridge comes down from the Gut as Barbeau rings a bell, calling mortals in from all over the world. They climb aboard, desperate for any semblance of peace or safety.
lightning strikes the ocean, and a giant eel with a beard of tentacles from the spot it struck.
Barbeau looks over. "Nice shot. You one of those Wills I've been hearing about?"
the clouds above speak "yes. I was installing a kraken to drive the tides of this ocean."
*They can only die when killed by another Greater Will. Edit: The others explained it better. What they all said.*
"Oh, no. I'm not saying I'm not wicked, or uninvolved. I'm not justifying my actions, but pointing out that wretched crown's cowardice to stop the biggest perpetrator." He thinks to himself. "How about this. A much stronger Will is coming here soon. Cogintius, the one you sided in the past. He is stronger then even I, and coincidentally, he believes you have been corrupted by chaos and are causing issues that one of my minions may or may not have started and framed you on. If he meets you, he will certainly be ready to kill. He defeats you, and I destroy him once he is weakened. If you leave now, he has a much higher chance to defeat me, and then you can talk things out peacefully if he wins. Sure, the crown will not achieve the satisfaction of seeing me die in person, but it has targets it should prioritize more."
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"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
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
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
a giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Quiet seems to relax a bit. "That's a lovely name, if I do say so myself. Would you or your creations like some food or drink, Okhmus? Or are you here on business? Heck, what am I saying, you can have what you'd like even if you are here on business."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The Mythos is formed.”
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
lightning strikes the ocean, and a giant eel with a beard of tentacles from the spot it struck.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Fair enough. I have no need for killing the Wills as of yet, but since you seem to care about, or at least tolerate, my endeavors, I will help you when and if you need it."
He removes a glove, revealing a grey, ice-cold hand with hooked claws. "Have we got a deal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Barbeau looks over. "Nice shot. You one of those Wills I've been hearing about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"So the Crown and I ain't the only ones after you, huh?" He laughs the laugh of a sandstorm. The laugh of a scorpion as it sees a big red toe within striking range. The laugh of a buzzard as it spies a thirsty animal miles from water. "You must be mighty desperate. Now I know I can only succeed, my efforts won't be in vain. If I'm whupped, I'll still have weakened you, allowing your enemies to strike you down. I may not win this fight, but I know you won't win the next one." Quicker than a bolt of lightning across the empty, desert sky, he draws twin, silver revolvers and fires at you using up 10,000 power points. 346
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Ah, a fellow demon. Forge, I assume. Not too dissimilar from I. Have you seen what a mess they've made of all this? Madness... all madness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Of course. What are the chances you take the Earth domain sometime in the future?”
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
"Low, but not none. You hoping to catch em' all?" He snorts, not quite derisively.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the lions, besides the leader, begin perusing the food, revealing shark-like front teeth and back molars, eating both meats and vegetables
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Visk has taken a break from growing his forest to explore all the activity in the south. He sees the crater where the Kingdom of Duality once stood.
"It seems they took some drastic measures, but I can sense they are alright. Now to see what all the activity down south is." He says jovially as the massive dragon starts walking, a trail of vibrant flowers forming behind him.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
the clouds above speak "yes. I was installing a kraken to drive the tides of this ocean."
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mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye