The door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
Rulundra tilts their head slightly, grabs their knife from off the table, and stabs it beternal their withered lips. They drag the knife across their mouth, cutting the red stitches that bind them to silence. Finally, they pull the knife out and let it fall to the floor. “Didn’t know anyone owned it. But since you’re here, why not take a moment and play a round? What do you have to lose?”
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
a dust storm kicks up "what are you doing, freind?"
"Harvesting my desert. I've need for the materials." He says as he collects a tumbleweed.
"for what?"
"Due to recent events, I've realized I need a true artifact. I've been too content to mind my own business but I know now that I need to be armed so I can continue to go about my own affairs unharmed. Most folks here ain't as polite as I'd like." He reaches into a nest of fire ants and the colony swarms up his skeletal arm into his poncho.
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
He stands back up and looks at you, "Good to know. I don't recollect ever thanking you for the power you lent me when I was in need. I won't forget it."
*Completely non lethal btw. Although it does dust the landscape to an absolute wasteland with magical power.*
*Szeru is not going to be happy about that.*
*Well every mortal around does survive the blast. It is meant to cause damage but not kill anyone.*
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
*Yeah, luckily Happy Chaos is insane. He was never meant to be a leader, because he’s crazy, he never should’ve been placed in a leader position, he tried to actively avoid that.*
*I can see why. Well, I doubt either party cares at this point, eh? I don't plan on Szerucharz killing often, since his power is not enough to just kill anyone who acts up (and let's be honest that would be super boring if he just killed everyone), but you know, Happy was kind of asking for it. I mean that literally.*
*He was exactly asking for it. He has doNe what he wanted to, implanting a slight idea of fear for wills. Anyway I like Szerucharz, a very cool character that Slayer would definitely be friends with.*
*Swingin'!*
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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 door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
Rulundra tilts their head slightly, grabs their knife from off the table, and stabs it beternal their withered lips. They drag the knife across their mouth, cutting the red stitches that bind them to silence. Finally, they pull the knife out and let it fall to the floor. “Didn’t know anyone owned it. But since you’re here, why not take a moment and play a round? What do you have to lose?”
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
“Nothing. It’s just a game.” Rulundra reaches out and lifts their ragged deck. The clavicles hanging from their hat clink quietly. “Wanna play?”
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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 finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
The UNKNOWABLE has grown frustrated and is refusing to give guidance to Faltros.
He thinks of defying reality and causing his sword to be his own, as well as changing the area within 20 feet of him to resemble the underworld. He's trying different interpretations of the Unknownable's advice.
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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
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
"I'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
a dust storm kicks up "what are you doing, freind?"
"Harvesting my desert. I've need for the materials." He says as he collects a tumbleweed.
"for what?"
"Due to recent events, I've realized I need a true artifact. I've been too content to mind my own business but I know now that I need to be armed so I can continue to go about my own affairs unharmed. Most folks here ain't as polite as I'd like." He reaches into a nest of fire ants and the colony swarms up his skeletal arm into his poncho.
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
He stands back up and looks at you, "Good to know. I don't recollect ever thanking you for the power you lent me when I was in need. I won't forget it."
"we watch out for eachother. to do elsewise would be wrong."
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 326
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
As Happy Chaos dies, all around the world something changes, the altered reverting back to their previous form, although they have something still different about them, a remnant of Happy Chaos’s power allowing them to be healthier, stronger, faster. There are no changes to their mental states though, the only remaining Altered being Asuka, who for some reason didn’t change back, maintaining his magical power as well as his cat ears.
Szerucharz slowly rises up from the darkened land. "You can go home, altered."Beautiful plants begin to grow from the smote ground, watered by the wine rain. "But don't touch that dial now, we're just getting started."
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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.
Cogintius is finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
The UNKNOWABLE has grown frustrated and is refusing to give guidance to Faltros.
He thinks of defying reality and causing his sword to be his own, as well as changing the area within 20 feet of him to resemble the underworld. He's trying different interpretations of the Unknownable's advice.
The UNKNOWABLE’s voice echoes back through his mind. “Look with truer eyes. You must control only yourself.”
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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.
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 326
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
As Happy Chaos dies, all around the world something changes, the altered reverting back to their previous form, although they have something still different about them, a remnant of Happy Chaos’s power allowing them to be healthier, stronger, faster. There are no changes to their mental states though, the only remaining Altered being Asuka, who for some reason didn’t change back, maintaining his magical power as well as his cat ears.
Szerucharz slowly rises up from the darkened land. "You can go home, altered."Beautiful plants begin to grow from the smote ground, watered by the wine rain. "But don't touch that dial now, we're just getting started."
The Life Skull Laas has floated over, inspecting the mortals for any injuries that might need healing. The Undeath Skull is absorbing any lingering souls unable to move on for the afterlife nearby.
The door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
Rulundra tilts their head slightly, grabs their knife from off the table, and stabs it beternal their withered lips. They drag the knife across their mouth, cutting the red stitches that bind them to silence. Finally, they pull the knife out and let it fall to the floor. “Didn’t know anyone owned it. But since you’re here, why not take a moment and play a round? What do you have to lose?”
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
“Nothing. It’s just a game.” Rulundra reaches out and lifts their ragged deck. The clavicles hanging from their hat clink quietly. “Wanna play?”
"I reckon I can spare the time." He strides over and pulls out a chair. "How permanent is this establishment of yours?"
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 326
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
As Happy Chaos dies, all around the world something changes, the altered reverting back to their previous form, although they have something still different about them, a remnant of Happy Chaos’s power allowing them to be healthier, stronger, faster. There are no changes to their mental states though, the only remaining Altered being Asuka, who for some reason didn’t change back, maintaining his magical power as well as his cat ears.
Szerucharz slowly rises up from the darkened land. "You can go home, altered."Beautiful plants begin to grow from the smote ground, watered by the wine rain. "But don't touch that dial now, we're just getting started."
The confused, although slightly more blasphemous mortals wander to their homes. TF can feel that Happy Chaos feeling, and in his last moments he hears a message “It was fun friend, but my story ended a long time ago, keep the mortals safe.”
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
"I'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
“Well I am actually building a kingdom atop a mountain, and you seem upright so would you like to come?”
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
He stands back up and looks at you, "Good to know. I don't recollect ever thanking you for the power you lent me when I was in need. I won't forget it."
"we watch out for eachother. to do elsewise would be wrong."
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
"I'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
“Well I am actually building a kingdom atop a mountain, and you seem upright so would you like to come?”
"I've got this here desert to tend to. This land's my home and my domain. I 'ppreciate the offer though."
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
"I'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
“Well I am actually building a kingdom atop a mountain, and you seem upright so would you like to come?”
"I've got this here desert to tend to. This land's my home and my domain. I 'ppreciate the offer though."
“I understand, everyone has their own realm to keep safe. I should make sure mine is protected.” He stand up and begins his walk once more.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
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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.
Cogintius is finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
The UNKNOWABLE has grown frustrated and is refusing to give guidance to Faltros.
He thinks of defying reality and causing his sword to be his own, as well as changing the area within 20 feet of him to resemble the underworld. He's trying different interpretations of the Unknownable's advice.
The UNKNOWABLE’s voice echoes back through his mind. “Look with truer eyes. You must control only yourself.”
He thinks the same thing, but of himself not being affected by reality instead of reality not being defied in general.
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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
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
He stands back up and looks at you, "Good to know. I don't recollect ever thanking you for the power you lent me when I was in need. I won't forget it."
*Swingin'!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Nothing. It’s just a game.” Rulundra reaches out and lifts their ragged deck. The clavicles hanging from their hat clink quietly. “Wanna play?”
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 of defying reality and causing his sword to be his own, as well as changing the area within 20 feet of him to resemble the underworld. He's trying different interpretations of the Unknownable's advice.
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'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
"we watch out for eachother. to do elsewise would be wrong."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Szerucharz slowly rises up from the darkened land. "You can go home, altered." Beautiful plants begin to grow from the smote ground, watered by the wine rain. "But don't touch that dial now, we're just getting started."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The UNKNOWABLE’s voice echoes back through his mind. “Look with truer eyes. You must control only yourself.”
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 Life Skull Laas has floated over, inspecting the mortals for any injuries that might need healing. The Undeath Skull is absorbing any lingering souls unable to move on for the afterlife nearby.
"I reckon I can spare the time." He strides over and pulls out a chair. "How permanent is this establishment of yours?"
The confused, although slightly more blasphemous mortals wander to their homes. TF can feel that Happy Chaos feeling, and in his last moments he hears a message “It was fun friend, but my story ended a long time ago, keep the mortals safe.”
“Well I am actually building a kingdom atop a mountain, and you seem upright so would you like to come?”
He nods, "Who is this over will you mentioned?"
"I've got this here desert to tend to. This land's my home and my domain. I 'ppreciate the offer though."
“I understand, everyone has their own realm to keep safe. I should make sure mine is protected.” He stand up and begins his walk once more.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He thinks the same thing, but of himself not being affected by reality instead of reality not being defied in general.
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
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
Rendy is currently exploring and looking for new friends to meet.