A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
"Thank ya very much, partner. Would you like some food or a drink? I've got BBQ, potato salad, mac n' cheese, sweet tea, lemonade... we got a lot, despite the cold. These guys farm it all up, and I help em' cook it."
"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
"Thank ya very much, partner. Would you like some food or a drink? I've got BBQ, potato salad, mac n' cheese, sweet tea, lemonade... we got a lot, despite the cold. These guys farm it all up, and I help em' cook it."
"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
"My name is Quiet, the Wendigo. I'm something of an evil spirit 'round these parts." He lights the wicker effigy as the cultists begin to bring out tables loaded with food. "I embody the strife of nature. Famine, in particular, is my forte. These guys are great at fighting me, though. My bitter cold barely scratches these little 'uns." He pats a grinning cultist on the back.
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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.
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1363
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
(How does it do that? The rules only say a true artifact adds a +2 per dice regardless of level)
*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. 371
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1363
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
(How does it do that? The rules only say a true artifact adds a +2 per dice regardless of level)
*They got updated to be twice your level now.*
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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
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
"Thank ya very much, partner. Would you like some food or a drink? I've got BBQ, potato salad, mac n' cheese, sweet tea, lemonade... we got a lot, despite the cold. These guys farm it all up, and I help em' cook it."
"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
"My name is Quiet, the Wendigo. I'm something of an evil spirit 'round these parts." He lights the wicker effigy as the cultists begin to bring out tables loaded with food. "I embody the strife of nature. Famine, in particular, is my forte. These guys are great at fighting me, though. My bitter cold barely scratches these little 'uns." He pats a grinning cultist on the back.
"I see, you use a force mortals typically fear as a danger to make them stronger. That's quite a lively use of such a power." Visk says as he sits at the table.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
"My name is Quiet, the Wendigo. I'm something of an evil spirit 'round these parts." He lights the wicker effigy as the cultists begin to bring out tables loaded with food. "I embody the strife of nature. Famine, in particular, is my forte. These guys are great at fighting me, though. My bitter cold barely scratches these little 'uns." He pats a grinning cultist on the back.
"I see, you use a force mortals typically fear as a danger to make them stronger. That's quite a lively use of such a power." Visk says as he sits at the table.
Quiet nods, smiling as well as he can as he piles a platter high with southern delicacies. He places it before Visk. "Learned it from an Old Demon. He don't hang out much. Name was somethin' like 'Atrocity' in an old world language or something. Real nice guy. God of Fear way back when."
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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. 371
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1363
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
*Yeah, I have recently realized that true artifacts are extremely important. There is no way for him to win this.*
The blade pierces him, right through the chest. He is frozen in place for a moment, staggering under the weight of the attack. Then he shatters into a million black shards. The shards become vultures and they tear at you with scorpion stings and copperhead bites before reforming into Crotalus. A plume of fire and smoke spirals out of his chest. He fires lightning bolts and sandstorms out of his revolvers with the sound of thunder. Unable to parse dice roll. 50000 power points
"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
"My name is Quiet, the Wendigo. I'm something of an evil spirit 'round these parts." He lights the wicker effigy as the cultists begin to bring out tables loaded with food. "I embody the strife of nature. Famine, in particular, is my forte. These guys are great at fighting me, though. My bitter cold barely scratches these little 'uns." He pats a grinning cultist on the back.
"I see, you use a force mortals typically fear as a danger to make them stronger. That's quite a lively use of such a power." Visk says as he sits at the table.
Quiet nods, smiling as well as he can as he piles a platter high with southern delicacies. He places it before Visk. "Learned it from an Old Demon. He don't hang out much. Name was somethin' like 'Atrocity' in an old world language or something. Real nice guy. God of Fear way back when."
"I see." Visk says as he fills his plate, his long limbs making it easy to grab platters, though he does offer others what is on it first before he takes any from the platters he grabs.
"My domains tend towards all manner of ceremonies and gatherings. From ceremonies of various events throughout one's life and death, festivals to mark important days or times of the year, holidays and memorials of past events, or more....carnal expressions of pleasure and celebration...I encourage mortals to enjoy and revel in the lives they lead and all their accomplishments both big and small. Life can be tough, painful, and even horrifying at time...but that doesn't mean that they can't enjoy it and appreciate their own milestones...that's what I believe anyways," Visk says passionately.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*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. 371
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1363
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
*Yeah, I have recently realized that true artifacts are extremely important. There is no way for him to win this.*
The blade pierces him, right through the chest. He is frozen in place for a moment, staggering under the weight of the attack. Then he shatters into a million black shards. The shards become vultures and they tear at you with scorpion stings and copperhead bites before reforming into Crotalus. A plume of fire and smoke spirals out of his chest. He fires lightning bolts and sandstorms out of his revolvers with the sound of thunder. Unable to parse dice roll. 50000 power points
*It's saying unable to parse dice roll for me.*
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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
Quiet nods, smiling as well as he can as he piles a platter high with southern delicacies. He places it before Visk. "Learned it from an Old Demon. He don't hang out much. Name was somethin' like 'Atrocity' in an old world language or something. Real nice guy. God of Fear way back when."
"I see." Visk says as he fills his plate, his long limbs making it easy to grab platters, though he does offer others what is on it first before he takes any from the platters he grabs.
"My domains tend towards all manner of ceremonies and gatherings. From ceremonies of various events throughout one's life and death, festivals to mark important days or times of the year, holidays and memorials of past events, or more....carnal expressions of pleasure and celebration...I encourage mortals to enjoy and revel in the lives they lead and all their accomplishments both big and small. Life can be tough, painful, and even horrifying at time...but that doesn't mean that they can't enjoy it and appreciate their own milestones...that's what I believe anyways," Visk says passionately.
The wendigo piles up his own platter. "Ah, celebration. Very important. Even the little things deserve celebration, especially in such a lethal world. I'm glad we have a god to help with that."
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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.
Quiet nods, smiling as well as he can as he piles a platter high with southern delicacies. He places it before Visk. "Learned it from an Old Demon. He don't hang out much. Name was somethin' like 'Atrocity' in an old world language or something. Real nice guy. God of Fear way back when."
"I see." Visk says as he fills his plate, his long limbs making it easy to grab platters, though he does offer others what is on it first before he takes any from the platters he grabs.
"My domains tend towards all manner of ceremonies and gatherings. From ceremonies of various events throughout one's life and death, festivals to mark important days or times of the year, holidays and memorials of past events, or more....carnal expressions of pleasure and celebration...I encourage mortals to enjoy and revel in the lives they lead and all their accomplishments both big and small. Life can be tough, painful, and even horrifying at time...but that doesn't mean that they can't enjoy it and appreciate their own milestones...that's what I believe anyways," Visk says passionately.
The wendigo piles up his own platter. "Ah, celebration. Very important. Even the little things deserve celebration, especially in such a lethal world. I'm glad we have a god to help with that."
"Why thank you, I hope to be able to help keep mortal spirits up...especially considering all the harrowing developments that seem to be going down recently."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The wendigo piles up his own platter. "Ah, celebration. Very important. Even the little things deserve celebration, especially in such a lethal world. I'm glad we have a god to help with that."
"Why thank you, I hope to be able to help keep mortal spirits up...especially considering all the harrowing developments that seem to be going down recently."
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
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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 piles up his own platter. "Ah, celebration. Very important. Even the little things deserve celebration, especially in such a lethal world. I'm glad we have a god to help with that."
"Why thank you, I hope to be able to help keep mortal spirits up...especially considering all the harrowing developments that seem to be going down recently."
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
"Here's hoping, though we got our work cut out for us. There seems to be conflict brewing from some of the stronger and older Wills that have resided here. I'm even currently trying to keep one Will appeased with supplies of trees in order to prevent them from scorching all the mortals to death down south....well south from where their volcano is in the North I suppose...I understand that life can be a struggle, but just slaughtering them for resources seems to cruel and extreme..." Visk says as he enjoys the meal.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
"Here's hoping, though we got our work cut out for us. There seems to be conflict brewing from some of the stronger and older Wills that have resided here. I'm even currently trying to keep one Will appeased with supplies of trees in order to prevent them from scorching all the mortals to death down south....well south from where their volcano is in the North I suppose...I understand that life can be a struggle, but just slaughtering them for resources seems to cruel and extreme..." Visk says as he enjoys the meal.
"How dreadful." He sips a glass of tea. "I wish I could help, but creating life is nearly impossible for me, and I'm far too weak to fight anyone."
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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.
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
"Here's hoping, though we got our work cut out for us. There seems to be conflict brewing from some of the stronger and older Wills that have resided here. I'm even currently trying to keep one Will appeased with supplies of trees in order to prevent them from scorching all the mortals to death down south....well south from where their volcano is in the North I suppose...I understand that life can be a struggle, but just slaughtering them for resources seems to cruel and extreme..." Visk says as he enjoys the meal.
"How dreadful." He sips a glass of tea. "I wish I could help, but creating life is nearly impossible for me, and I'm far too weak to fight anyone."
"I might be a bit stronger, but not compared to many of the big players here....besides, I've never been much of a fighter even with the power I wield. My allies are in a similar situation, and they have chosen to remove themselves from the wars in a more....direct way. I hope to visit them soon, but for now I'll remain on the ground."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
"Here's hoping, though we got our work cut out for us. There seems to be conflict brewing from some of the stronger and older Wills that have resided here. I'm even currently trying to keep one Will appeased with supplies of trees in order to prevent them from scorching all the mortals to death down south....well south from where their volcano is in the North I suppose...I understand that life can be a struggle, but just slaughtering them for resources seems to cruel and extreme..." Visk says as he enjoys the meal.
"How dreadful." He sips a glass of tea. "I wish I could help, but creating life is nearly impossible for me, and I'm far too weak to fight anyone."
"I might be a bit stronger, but not compared to many of the big players here....besides, I've never been much of a fighter even with the power I wield. My allies are in a similar situation, and they have chosen to remove themselves from the wars in a more....direct way. I hope to visit them soon, but for now I'll remain on the ground."
"I guess... we'll do what we can. Who knows, I might take up the revelry domain when you leave for the skies. The winds can only carry me so high."
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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.
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"Well it would be rude of me not to attend after such a warm invite, especially if these fine fellows have done so much work preparing it all." the Jovial Drake says, "Speaking of,where are my manners. I am The Jovial Drake and Master of Ceremonies. But you can just call me Visk my good fellow"
"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
*I have returned for an hour. Hello.*
"My name is Quiet, the Wendigo. I'm something of an evil spirit 'round these parts." He lights the wicker effigy as the cultists begin to bring out tables loaded with food.
"I embody the strife of nature. Famine, in particular, is my forte. These guys are great at fighting me, though. My bitter cold barely scratches these little 'uns." He pats a grinning cultist on the back.
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 it do that? The rules only say a true artifact adds a +2 per dice regardless of level)
"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
*They got updated to be twice your level now.*
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
"I see, you use a force mortals typically fear as a danger to make them stronger. That's quite a lively use of such a power." Visk says as he sits at the table.
"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
*Oh, ok. Goot to know*
"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
Quiet nods, smiling as well as he can as he piles a platter high with southern delicacies. He places it before Visk. "Learned it from an Old Demon. He don't hang out much. Name was somethin' like 'Atrocity' in an old world language or something. Real nice guy. God of Fear way back when."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, I have recently realized that true artifacts are extremely important. There is no way for him to win this.*
The blade pierces him, right through the chest. He is frozen in place for a moment, staggering under the weight of the attack. Then he shatters into a million black shards. The shards become vultures and they tear at you with scorpion stings and copperhead bites before reforming into Crotalus. A plume of fire and smoke spirals out of his chest. He fires lightning bolts and sandstorms out of his revolvers with the sound of thunder. Unable to parse dice roll. 50000 power points
"I see." Visk says as he fills his plate, his long limbs making it easy to grab platters, though he does offer others what is on it first before he takes any from the platters he grabs.
"My domains tend towards all manner of ceremonies and gatherings. From ceremonies of various events throughout one's life and death, festivals to mark important days or times of the year, holidays and memorials of past events, or more....carnal expressions of pleasure and celebration...I encourage mortals to enjoy and revel in the lives they lead and all their accomplishments both big and small. Life can be tough, painful, and even horrifying at time...but that doesn't mean that they can't enjoy it and appreciate their own milestones...that's what I believe anyways," Visk says passionately.
"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
*It's saying unable to parse dice roll for me.*
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
*Try spacing the roll away from any other text. It's either that or you are rolling too many dice.*
"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 piles up his own platter. "Ah, celebration. Very important. Even the little things deserve celebration, especially in such a lethal world. I'm glad we have a god to help with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Why thank you, I hope to be able to help keep mortal spirits up...especially considering all the harrowing developments that seem to be going down recently."
"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
"Yes, yes... well, if I can make them stronger, and you can make them happier, maybe we can make a better world for them... at least, from their perspective."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, let’s try that again. It also does that when I’m at places with bad internet. I’ll try again when I get home which will be soon.*
Unable to parse dice roll.
"Here's hoping, though we got our work cut out for us. There seems to be conflict brewing from some of the stronger and older Wills that have resided here. I'm even currently trying to keep one Will appeased with supplies of trees in order to prevent them from scorching all the mortals to death down south....well south from where their volcano is in the North I suppose...I understand that life can be a struggle, but just slaughtering them for resources seems to cruel and extreme..." Visk says as he enjoys the meal.
"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
"How dreadful." He sips a glass of tea. "I wish I could help, but creating life is nearly impossible for me, and I'm far too weak to fight anyone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I might be a bit stronger, but not compared to many of the big players here....besides, I've never been much of a fighter even with the power I wield. My allies are in a similar situation, and they have chosen to remove themselves from the wars in a more....direct way. I hope to visit them soon, but for now I'll remain on the ground."
"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
"I guess... we'll do what we can. Who knows, I might take up the revelry domain when you leave for the skies. The winds can only carry me so high."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.