In the middle of the wastes, a dark structure rises out of the ground. A tower slowly grows up and up, several more appearing close to the first. Soon, the towers are followed by walls made of cracked grey bricks, and it forms into the shape of a castle. One that looks to have been abandoned for years, with thorns twisting around the dark spires and half collapsed statues depicting warriors and large animals. Walls leap up, surrounding the castle, with a large, ruined iron gate, resembling monstrous fangs.
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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 understand, I was thinking to strike up a deal, I'll help you end some Wills with the help of a comrade or two, and in return, I get their bodies, how does that sound? All I want is for you to not attempt to harm me or the Butcher, give us the Will corpses, and I help you take them down."
I will bring your offer to The Godless Ones. Also I must remind you that while Dave is quite high ranking within our organization, he is not the one we serve. Do not think too highly of him, for his brashness that once brought his old Church to ruin could easily ruin us.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"I understand, I was thinking to strike up a deal, I'll help you end some Wills with the help of a comrade or two, and in return, I get their bodies, how does that sound? All I want is for you to not attempt to harm me or the Butcher, give us the Will corpses, and I help you take them down."
I will bring your offer to The Godless Ones. Also I must remind you that while Dave is quite high ranking within our organization, he is not the one we serve. Do not think too highly of him, for his brashness that once brought his old Church to ruin could easily ruin us.
"Thank you for considering my proposal."
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
As locust flies over the walls and towards the large entrance to the castle’s interior, the doors open by themselves, leading to a large square room, with two partially collapsed stairs each leading up to a higher part of the room. The room has broken pots, knocked over armor stands, as well as ripped and ruined paintings. At the top of the stairs is an enormous figure, at least twenty feet tall, looking directly at locust. They seem Lion-like, but walking on two legs and wearing a tattered and ripped cloak, with holes in the back for two tiny dove wings.They have four dark eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth, dripping black venom. Their tail is long, with a thin, dagger like stinger at the end, like a scorpions. On top of their head is a broken, dull gold halo, split in half.
Locust sees a shadowy creature hiding behind one of the castle pillars near the lion-thing. It is hooded and covered in black feathers, and at least 15 feet tall. That is all Locust can make out from this distance.
The creature behind the pillar has disappeared. Locust can faintly hear with their (or is Locust an it? I forget, but please don't be mad if I accidentally misgender Locust) divine senses the soft footfalls of something moving around behind them. Not moving closer or farther, just moving.
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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 creature behind the pillar has disappeared. Locust can faintly hear with their (or is Locust an it? I forget, but please don't be mad if I accidentally misgender Locust) divine senses the soft footfalls of something moving around behind them. Not moving closer or farther, just moving.
(it/its, but i use they/them sometimes, either one works)
Locust turns around,
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The creature behind the pillar has disappeared. Locust can faintly hear with their (or is Locust an it? I forget, but please don't be mad if I accidentally misgender Locust) divine senses the soft footfalls of something moving around behind them. Not moving closer or farther, just moving.
(it/its, but i use they/them sometimes, either one works)
Locust turns around.
The creature it witnesses is... horrific. It looks something like a hybrid between a starving man and a wolf, with black raven feathers in place of fur. It is wrapped in metal thorns and bandages soaked in black gore, clutching a black cloak to try and cover its lupine form. Antlers protrude from its head, growing from its eye sockets and drenched in more blood. Locust feels a faint kinship with the being, almost like a parent viewing their estranged child. One thing is clear: this being has, at least partially, resulted from Locust's actions.
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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 creature behind the pillar has disappeared. Locust can faintly hear with their (or is Locust an it? I forget, but please don't be mad if I accidentally misgender Locust) divine senses the soft footfalls of something moving around behind them. Not moving closer or farther, just moving.
(it/its, but i use they/them sometimes, either one works)
Locust turns around.
The creature it witnesses is... horrific. It looks something like a hybrid between a starving man and a wolf, with black raven feathers in place of fur. It is wrapped in metal thorns and bandages soaked in black gore, clutching a black cloak to try and cover its lupine form. Antlers protrude from its head, growing from its eye sockets and drenched in more blood. Locust feels a faint kinship with the being, almost like a parent viewing their estranged child. One thing is clear: this being has, at least partially, resulted from Locust's actions.
"Hello," It transforms to be the same size to meet it's eyes, "Do.. I know you?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"It gives me power, I was created with the abilities to do this, obviously it is my purpose in this world." (Once again, just because you can do something, and youre good at it, doesnt mean you should, I don't actually condone Locust's actions, it is evil without a doubt)
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"It gives me power, I was created with the abilities to do this, obviously it is my purpose in this world." (Once again, just because you can do something, and youre good at it, doesnt mean you should, I don't actually condone Locust's actions, it is evil without a doubt)
The creature it witnesses is... horrific. It looks something like a hybrid between a starving man and a wolf, with black raven feathers in place of fur. It is wrapped in metal thorns and bandages soaked in black gore, clutching a black cloak to try and cover its lupine form. Antlers protrude from its head, growing from its eye sockets and drenched in more blood. Locust feels a faint kinship with the being, almost like a parent viewing their estranged child. One thing is clear: this being has, at least partially, resulted from Locust's actions.
"Hello," It transforms to be the same size to meet it's eyes, "Do.. I know you?"
"P-pain..." it hisses, its voice sounding like it was bubbling from a lung wound. "You are of sssstrife... like me... but you don't undersssstand it... like I..."
It shuffles back a bit. "I don't think you cannnn..."
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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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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Locust flies towards this giant castle
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
I will bring your offer to The Godless Ones. Also I must remind you that while Dave is quite high ranking within our organization, he is not the one we serve. Do not think too highly of him, for his brashness that once brought his old Church to ruin could easily ruin us.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"Thank you for considering my proposal."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Arch will be here in a second, we've been working on this for hours just wait a little bit longer it'll be super cool I swear!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As locust flies over the walls and towards the large entrance to the castle’s interior, the doors open by themselves, leading to a large square room, with two partially collapsed stairs each leading up to a higher part of the room. The room has broken pots, knocked over armor stands, as well as ripped and ruined paintings. At the top of the stairs is an enormous figure, at least twenty feet tall, looking directly at locust. They seem Lion-like, but walking on two legs and wearing a tattered and ripped cloak, with holes in the back for two tiny dove wings.They have four dark eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth, dripping black venom. Their tail is long, with a thin, dagger like stinger at the end, like a scorpions. On top of their head is a broken, dull gold halo, split in half.
”WHO… ARE… YOU?”
"Oh, sorry, was just checkin' this place out, it's nice."
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She/They pronouns
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Locust sees a shadowy creature hiding behind one of the castle pillars near the lion-thing. It is hooded and covered in black feathers, and at least 15 feet tall. That is all Locust can make out from this distance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The monster leaps down next to Locust.
“What is your name?”
"Sorry, my name is Locust, greater will of pestilence."
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The creature behind the pillar has disappeared. Locust can faintly hear with their (or is Locust an it? I forget, but please don't be mad if I accidentally misgender Locust) divine senses the soft footfalls of something moving around behind them. Not moving closer or farther, just moving.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(it/its, but i use they/them sometimes, either one works)
Locust turns around,
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
“Greater will of pestilence? What do you do… exactly?”
The creature it witnesses is... horrific. It looks something like a hybrid between a starving man and a wolf, with black raven feathers in place of fur. It is wrapped in metal thorns and bandages soaked in black gore, clutching a black cloak to try and cover its lupine form. Antlers protrude from its head, growing from its eye sockets and drenched in more blood. Locust feels a faint kinship with the being, almost like a parent viewing their estranged child. One thing is clear: this being has, at least partially, resulted from Locust's actions.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My job is to starve and cause illness, it's not pretty, but it's my job."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Hello," It transforms to be the same size to meet it's eyes, "Do.. I know you?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
“why do you harm mortals?” It asks, seeming slightly angry.
"It gives me power, I was created with the abilities to do this, obviously it is my purpose in this world." (Once again, just because you can do something, and youre good at it, doesnt mean you should, I don't actually condone Locust's actions, it is evil without a doubt)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
“So you do it for power? Greed?”
"P-pain..." it hisses, its voice sounding like it was bubbling from a lung wound. "You are of sssstrife... like me... but you don't undersssstand it... like I..."
It shuffles back a bit. "I don't think you cannnn..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.