*from beyond the grave, wherever the heck Herionidus’ essence went to, they are one hundred percent watching the fight with a bowl of popcorn in hand, with some spirit buddies.*
Arsendir is checking the city of order with their divine senses, leaving no stone unturned. They have also invited a few flocks of their horrible crows back in the city, and have a plan for a… security system.
The crown, abandoned on the floor of the palace, is very calm despite the circumstances. It then sends a little message. To every Will currently in existence.
the first king was kind, a giver of life and protector of the dead.
the second was harsh, but he taught mortals to be strong.
Who takes the crown? The poisoned petals and the twisted thorns of the undying king? Who claims power? Take it for yourself…
who is the next heir of vengeance?
they then send the exact location of their self and a vague message of the power it is capable of giving. Just for funsies.
Foréir, being the power hungry semi-manic that he is, perks up from this message, trying to send a message back. Power you say? Hmmmmm. What would you gain from this transaction? What is your motivation?
The crown’s conscience focuses on Foréir.
your assistance… in vengeance of the undying king.
And what would such vengeance entail?
Very little. Two wills must die. And that is it. Will you claim the crown?
Two wills…who? I must know what exactly I am agreeing to .
Faltros, and The swarm. Once they die, you will achieve power beyond the dreams of the overdieties.
It may take some time to reach their level of power, but fine. I’ll shall take up the crown
come to me…
He teleport just outside the palace, turning into a fire salamander and slinking into the room where the crown is, teleporting them both away to the surface once he grabs it with his salamanderery little feet
if anyone wants to stop the crown from being taken, this is basically your only chance everyone! Otherwise, the crown just found its next bearer.
thank you. I am the crown of Slaughter. You are?
Foréir. Some call me the fire lord or the lord of flames, but I prefer simplicity.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
Go ahead. I enjoy insightful discussion.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
Go ahead. I enjoy insightful discussion.
The only thing capable of coming from suffering is suffering… but, don’t you think some deserve to suffer?
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
Go ahead. I enjoy insightful discussion.
The only thing capable of coming from suffering is suffering… but, don’t you think some deserve to suffer?
Some do. The wicked deserve no rest. Only punish for their crimes.
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
Go ahead. I enjoy insightful discussion.
The only thing capable of coming from suffering is suffering… but, don’t you think some deserve to suffer?
Some do. The wicked deserve no rest. Only punish for their crimes.
glad to see we agree on that. It’s my purpose. Where do you reside?
Foréir. Some call me the fire lord or the lord of flames, but I prefer simplicity.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Cut with Himy!
well, despite your disinterest in titles, you, upon beating me, will gain a new one. The undying king. There were two before you.
*Well hi Simplicity, I'm the Crown of Slaughter
I need to stop...*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Very well then. Tis but a means to an end.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*bearing, not beating.
so, any more questions? There may be others trying to steal me from you, but as of right now, as soon as you put me on, will become the heir and my rightful bearer.
No. I am no stranger or danger. He puts the crown on
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He feels a slight tingling sensation, as 1,000 power points are immediately transferred to Foréir. The crown’s thorns twist and spiral around Foréir’s head, its thorns digging into his skin despite however thick it may be. It causes only light pain, which quickly fades.
He grunts softly So this is that power you spoke of.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Yes… we need not get to work immediately, for you need time to grow in power. I will contribute to that. Tell me about yourself.
(from now on as long as they wear the crown, he will gain 1,000 extra power points a day from the crown’s own points.)
My creations. That is what I wish to advance. I wish to push these pathetic mortals to their limits, then beyond. That is the only way to survive. Create, Destroy, Improve. That is my philosophy.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
How interesting, would you like to know my philosophy?
Go ahead. I enjoy insightful discussion.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
The only thing capable of coming from suffering is suffering… but, don’t you think some deserve to suffer?
*I'm also just realizing that Visk technically now has a new neighbor, but that's ok. He is just vibing.*
"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
Some do. The wicked deserve no rest. Only punish for their crimes.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
glad to see we agree on that. It’s my purpose. Where do you reside?
Cogintius is organizing an escape plan for the Warlocks that are unloyal to Faltros (around half of them).
Faltros is fighting and becoming more and more (gp)ed off.
The void is still watching the fight, being truly entertained.
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
Balatro is still trying to evacuate the devils through the wasteland.
*this is for you Gibs*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Have the others attacked yet?*
*New round, I think, since Crotalus teleported away. So yeah. Faltros is waiting for the others to strike before his next move.*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig