“Well I should have a room for you, and your new friends.” He gestures to the new mutants, and suddenly there is a door to a lavish room, somehow perfectly made for Rendy.
“My name is Anthony. Thank you for asking.”
“I know the struggles of war and of death. I’ve experienced both firsthand, in my world everything was broken, and wars were fought in attempt to fix it. Eventually I become famous from the wars I fought, as a god of war of sorts.” *Sorry gtg.*
Rendy would fly into the room and look around, he and his children squeaking and buzzing with excitement.
”Anthony. I will remember it. I am Xezithic.”
”I see, well I accept your offer, should we form a Mythos to solidify it?”
*I’ve got a bit more time.*
The room is amazing, Slayer waves goodbye to them as the door closes, leaving them in the room, the lush bed in the center.
“I believe not. I do not wish to bring you into anything I will have to deal with.” *Just imagining these two side by side is an awesome image.*
All the Derendians and Rendy go and cuddle up into a big fluffy pile of cuteness and sleep.
”I understand. Still…if you call for aid, I will answer.” Korzirak says.
*Yeah, big bad kaijus fighting together would be epic*
*And now we are down to one rp left.*
“I wish that never occurs, but I am not too much of a fool to expect it not to.” He stands up, to his full titanous height “You are truly something I have not seen much of, my old world was a cruel and painful one.”
“I wish that never occurs, but I am not too much of a fool to expect it not to.” He stands up, to his full titanous height “You are truly something I have not seen much of, my old world was a cruel and painful one.”
Korzirak would grow back to his massive size as well. “I wish I can say this world is better….maybe it is, but suffering and destruction are not foreign here. My creation was spurred on by the fear of such conflict by my creators, and my birth was heralded by an army trying to destroy those I was charged with protecting.”
Cog is writing in the T.O.M peacefully. The elders still think he's out in the city and are looking all over.
Faltros is dead. Now that Balatro is gone, the underworld shall be free. (I'll write the post after school)
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The Fathomless is in his temple. Nobody has been allowed in for at least a day.
The Hellfire Soul is burning.
EJO cannot think of any new wills.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Fathomless is in his temple. Nobody has been allowed in for at least a day.
The Hellfire Soul is burning.
EJO cannot think of any new wills.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The Fathomless is placing agents in all of the major places of the world, attempting to find out more about Happy's, and other wills, activities.
One of the agents finds the true Happy Chaos, and an army of altered headed towards somewhere. Happy doesn't have his revolvers, nor his usual mad grin on his face.
The agent reports happies position to TF, who teleports to happy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
Happy calmly puts a finger up “Making a choice some might consider a mistake.” He sounds solemn, but unmoving in his choice.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
The Fathomless is placing agents in all of the major places of the world, attempting to find out more about Happy's, and other wills, activities.
One of the agents finds the true Happy Chaos, and an army of altered headed towards somewhere. Happy doesn't have his revolvers, nor his usual mad grin on his face.
The agent reports happies position to TF, who teleports to happy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
Happy calmly puts a finger up “Making a choice some might consider a mistake.” He sounds solemn, but unmoving in his choice.
"Happy, you are causing war!!! Is this what you think will help the mortals of this world?!?!" Happy has never seen his friend so angry.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
*And now we are down to one rp left.*
“I wish that never occurs, but I am not too much of a fool to expect it not to.” He stands up, to his full titanous height “You are truly something I have not seen much of, my old world was a cruel and painful one.”
Korzirak would grow back to his massive size as well. “I wish I can say this world is better….maybe it is, but suffering and destruction are not foreign here. My creation was spurred on by the fear of such conflict by my creators, and my birth was heralded by an army trying to destroy those I was charged with protecting.”
*Actually gtg now. Bye!*
Cog is writing in the T.O.M peacefully. The elders still think he's out in the city and are looking all over.
Faltros is dead. Now that Balatro is gone, the underworld shall be free. (I'll write the post after school)
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
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
The Fathomless is in his temple. Nobody has been allowed in for at least a day.
The Hellfire Soul is burning.
EJO cannot think of any new wills.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
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
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
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
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
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
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Happy, you are causing war!!! Is this what you think will help the mortals of this world?!?!" Happy has never seen his friend so angry.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Sarah heads back to the underworld, hoping to find out what is going on down there.
Orchidaceae continues their trek further into Savut's domain, creating creeping lush growth wherever they walk.
*I'm considering making some homebrew spells inspired by each of the Wills.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Savut has been alerted of this fledgeling deity’s presence by her scouts, and has gone to intercept her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It doesn't take too long for her to find Orchid, walking through the brackish water with no clear objective. They don't notice her.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Savut slithers in front of her, her serpentine tail sweeping around and coiling beside her. “Hello.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Orchid's eyes widen in what Savut might have initially thought was fear, but becomes more apparent is wonder as Orchid speaks.
"Hi! I'm Orchid! I'm new to this whole deity thing. Who are you?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)