Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
"That is sickening. Awful, truly awful. But my job is not finished with just him. I must slaughter the abusers, traitors, and monsters who dare to call themselves 'Greater Wills.' They sully the name, curse the position. But by the Pit, it is hard to sort them out from the acceptable ones..."
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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 do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
"I am the Lord of Hidden Miseries. War is not my domain, but I do tend to help in the cleanup. You know, all those soldiers too injured to call out for help, all those families in their empty homes. Some call me the Butcher. Some call me the Devourer of Gods. Regardless of my title, I am Szerucharz, an entire reality devoured and condensed into a single abomination." He holds out a seven-fingered hand to shake. "Charmed."
He looks up from the blade, his eyes tired. He raises an armored gauntlet and shakes his hand, his grip strong “Well hello Devourer, I am the Nameless King, storm sovereign.”
Szerucharz's misaligned eyes smile. "I expect great things from you, storm sovereign. Have you a moment to rest with me?"
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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.
Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
"That is sickening. Awful, truly awful. But my job is not finished with just him. I must slaughter the abusers, traitors, and monsters who dare to call themselves 'Greater Wills.' They sully the name, curse the position. But by the Pit, it is hard to sort them out from the acceptable ones..."
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
"That is sickening. Awful, truly awful. But my job is not finished with just him. I must slaughter the abusers, traitors, and monsters who dare to call themselves 'Greater Wills.' They sully the name, curse the position. But by the Pit, it is hard to sort them out from the acceptable ones..."
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
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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.
Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
"That is sickening. Awful, truly awful. But my job is not finished with just him. I must slaughter the abusers, traitors, and monsters who dare to call themselves 'Greater Wills.' They sully the name, curse the position. But by the Pit, it is hard to sort them out from the acceptable ones..."
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
“In truth, I have not created any life of my own….my power is inherently tumultuous. To understand and command the fundamental building blocks of the elements…that has been my focus. My Aspects explore and learn to understand life and how it uses the elements to flourish, but the act of creation is not one I have attempted as of yet. Maybe one day, but for now I am content to master myself and my powers.”
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
“In truth, I have not created any life of my own….my power is inherently tumultuous. To understand and command the fundamental building blocks of the elements…that has been my focus. My Aspects explore and learn to understand life and how it uses the elements to flourish, but the act of creation is not one I have attempted as of yet. Maybe one day, but for now I am content to master myself and my powers.”
"Admirable, admirable. One shouldn't do such things until one is ready for the consequences."His long, slimy tongue emerges and drags against his massive, dull blade. "I myself haven't created a single thing from scratch. Everything I own is made from things that have been ruined, either by me or by time."
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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’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
“In truth, I have not created any life of my own….my power is inherently tumultuous. To understand and command the fundamental building blocks of the elements…that has been my focus. My Aspects explore and learn to understand life and how it uses the elements to flourish, but the act of creation is not one I have attempted as of yet. Maybe one day, but for now I am content to master myself and my powers.”
"Admirable, admirable. One shouldn't do such things until one is ready for the consequences."His long, slimy tongue emerges and drags against his massive, dull blade. "I myself haven't created a single thing from scratch. Everything I own is made from things that have been ruined, either by me or by time."
“I see. I’ve not met another who does such. Most Wills seem to want to create something of their own.”
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
“In truth, I have not created any life of my own….my power is inherently tumultuous. To understand and command the fundamental building blocks of the elements…that has been my focus. My Aspects explore and learn to understand life and how it uses the elements to flourish, but the act of creation is not one I have attempted as of yet. Maybe one day, but for now I am content to master myself and my powers.”
"Admirable, admirable. One shouldn't do such things until one is ready for the consequences."His long, slimy tongue emerges and drags against his massive, dull blade. "I myself haven't created a single thing from scratch. Everything I own is made from things that have been ruined, either by me or by time."
“I see. I’ve not met another who does such. Most Wills seem to want to create something of their own.”
"I am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
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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 am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
“I understand. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
"I am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
“I understand. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
His cape opens up into wings. "I believe I have that covered. I should tell you my name, even though you may have heard it before: Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods."
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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 am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
“I understand. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
His cape opens up into wings. "I believe I have that covered. I should tell you my name, even though you may have heard it before: Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods."
“It is not familiar to me, though that speaks more to the limits of my knowledge of the world then to your reputation I feel. I am Xezithic, the Primordial Aboleth.”
"I am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
“I understand. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
His cape opens up into wings. "I believe I have that covered. I should tell you my name, even though you may have heard it before: Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods."
“It is not familiar to me, though that speaks more to the limits of my knowledge of the world then to your reputation I feel. I am Xezithic, the Primordial Aboleth.”
"Ooh! How fun! Primordial beings are my favorite!" He places his weapon on his back. "I'll be sure to visit sometime, probably before my next kill. Does that sound good?"
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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 am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
“I understand. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
His cape opens up into wings. "I believe I have that covered. I should tell you my name, even though you may have heard it before: Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods."
“It is not familiar to me, though that speaks more to the limits of my knowledge of the world then to your reputation I feel. I am Xezithic, the Primordial Aboleth.”
"Ooh! How fun! Primordial beings are my favorite!" He places his weapon on his back. "I'll be sure to visit sometime, probably before my next kill. Does that sound good?"
“It does, I hope your travels favor you oh Butcher, instead the foolish being who next catches your ire” The Aboleth says.
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
The crowd seems absolutely terrified and begin to ask lots of questions, which Asuka doesn’t answer, walking back to her.
“Oh those who seek me find nothing, it is those who do not expect to find me that are found to be the most useful. Like you for example. Your mind is an interesting one, would you like to help me keep this world from danger?” The voices all say gingerly, in a chorus of some kind.
Leira sighs “I was afraid of that. I know Happy created this council in order for the city to operate without him, but he was still the creator of this city and the one most people looked up to here. It’s not going to be easy for everyone here to accept this turn of events….”
”Protect the world…?” Al asks, cautious but a bit intrigued. “How…?”
"Well this isn't exactly my worry. My job was to tell them what was going on, I told them. Maybe there is a bit of Happy Chaos in me, because I'm enjoying this confusion at least a little bit. I'll be in Happy Chaos's old lab if you need me." He teleports away.
"Simply. I sense the scourge present in this world, or something similar. You shall be my hunter, that is if you will let me be your patron." They say, opening their arms to embrace them, their tentacles reaching out as well.
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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.
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
The crowd seems absolutely terrified and begin to ask lots of questions, which Asuka doesn’t answer, walking back to her.
“Oh those who seek me find nothing, it is those who do not expect to find me that are found to be the most useful. Like you for example. Your mind is an interesting one, would you like to help me keep this world from danger?” The voices all say gingerly, in a chorus of some kind.
Leira sighs “I was afraid of that. I know Happy created this council in order for the city to operate without him, but he was still the creator of this city and the one most people looked up to here. It’s not going to be easy for everyone here to accept this turn of events….”
”Protect the world…?” Al asks, cautious but a bit intrigued. “How…?”
"Well this isn't exactly my worry. My job was to tell them what was going on, I told them. Maybe there is a bit of Happy Chaos in me, because I'm enjoying this confusion at least a little bit. I'll be in Happy Chaos's old lab if you need me." He teleports away.
"Simply. I sense the scourge present in this world, or something similar. You shall be my hunter, that is if you will let me be your patron." They say, opening their arms to embrace them, their tentacles reaching out as well.
Leira sighs a bit in exasperation, before looking back towards the rest of the council and the panicking people. “Looks like I have my work cut out for me”
”The Scourge…? What is that?” Al asks, not moving forward from the Moon Presence, but not backing away either.
“I do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
"I am the Lord of Hidden Miseries. War is not my domain, but I do tend to help in the cleanup. You know, all those soldiers too injured to call out for help, all those families in their empty homes. Some call me the Butcher. Some call me the Devourer of Gods. Regardless of my title, I am Szerucharz, an entire reality devoured and condensed into a single abomination." He holds out a seven-fingered hand to shake. "Charmed."
He looks up from the blade, his eyes tired. He raises an armored gauntlet and shakes his hand, his grip strong “Well hello Devourer, I am the Nameless King, storm sovereign.”
Szerucharz's misaligned eyes smile. "I expect great things from you, storm sovereign. Have you a moment to rest with me?"
He places his swordspear at his side, lightning causing it to fuse temporarily to his armor "I always have a moment to rest, but not for enough to be rested." His voice like crackling lightning, as the storm dissipated.
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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 Scourge…? What is that?” Al asks, not moving forward from the Moon Presence, but not backing away either.
"Have you seen any beastly creatures around this world?" The voices continue to echo, becoming more loud, yet still unable to be understood.
“Um….yes….well, I’ve seen a lot of beastly things in this world. But what would make them any more dangerous then anything else?” He asks, trying to not let the voices get to him.
He looks up from the blade, his eyes tired. He raises an armored gauntlet and shakes his hand, his grip strong “Well hello Devourer, I am the Nameless King, storm sovereign.”
Szerucharz's misaligned eyes smile. "I expect great things from you, storm sovereign. Have you a moment to rest with me?"
He places his swordspear at his side, lightning causing it to fuse temporarily to his armor "I always have a moment to rest, but not for enough to be rested." His voice like crackling lightning, as the storm dissipated.
*I am back from pizza time!*
Szerucharz rips a boulder out from the earth and transforms it into a cup of coffee, offering it to the Nameless King. "How sad. Well, when you die, you can rest all you want. Assuming you don't, I don't know, incite wars amongst the mortals for the sake of war itself. But you seem to have enough on your plate already, so I doubt that will happen."
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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 just realized something. Szerucharz has the soul of a particularly violent and spiteful mortal. If Faltros were still alive and Szerucharz died, good ol' Butcher would be sent to the Underworld.*
*Funny to think about, eh?*
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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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"That is sickening. Awful, truly awful. But my job is not finished with just him. I must slaughter the abusers, traitors, and monsters who dare to call themselves 'Greater Wills.' They sully the name, curse the position. But by the Pit, it is hard to sort them out from the acceptable ones..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz's misaligned eyes smile. "I expect great things from you, storm sovereign. Have you a moment to rest with me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’d imagine it is a hard thing to determine without encountering them for yourself. I have only interacted with a few myself, and most of those I know only a bit about despite those interactions such as the Fire Lord or the Lord of Order.”
Szerucharz places his hat (and head) back on. "Most Wills are good, really. They care for their creations and keep them provided for. What have you created, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“In truth, I have not created any life of my own….my power is inherently tumultuous. To understand and command the fundamental building blocks of the elements…that has been my focus. My Aspects explore and learn to understand life and how it uses the elements to flourish, but the act of creation is not one I have attempted as of yet. Maybe one day, but for now I am content to master myself and my powers.”
"Admirable, admirable. One shouldn't do such things until one is ready for the consequences." His long, slimy tongue emerges and drags against his massive, dull blade. "I myself haven't created a single thing from scratch. Everything I own is made from things that have been ruined, either by me or by time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I see. I’ve not met another who does such. Most Wills seem to want to create something of their own.”
"I am not... talented at creation. I don't have the same ability to create that others of my stature have. I can transmute, but even that must be done sparingly, lest I destroy something important or create something bad. Overall, I don't need or want to create something from scratch."
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. Well, you are welcome in my domain, Elder One. Though you would need to fly to access if.”
His cape opens up into wings. "I believe I have that covered. I should tell you my name, even though you may have heard it before: Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It is not familiar to me, though that speaks more to the limits of my knowledge of the world then to your reputation I feel. I am Xezithic, the Primordial Aboleth.”
"Ooh! How fun! Primordial beings are my favorite!" He places his weapon on his back. "I'll be sure to visit sometime, probably before my next kill. Does that sound good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It does, I hope your travels favor you oh Butcher, instead the foolish being who next catches your ire” The Aboleth says.
"Well this isn't exactly my worry. My job was to tell them what was going on, I told them. Maybe there is a bit of Happy Chaos in me, because I'm enjoying this confusion at least a little bit. I'll be in Happy Chaos's old lab if you need me." He teleports away.
"Simply. I sense the scourge present in this world, or something similar. You shall be my hunter, that is if you will let me be your patron." They say, opening their arms to embrace them, their tentacles reaching out as well.
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
Leira sighs a bit in exasperation, before looking back towards the rest of the council and the panicking people. “Looks like I have my work cut out for me”
”The Scourge…? What is that?” Al asks, not moving forward from the Moon Presence, but not backing away either.
He places his swordspear at his side, lightning causing it to fuse temporarily to his armor "I always have a moment to rest, but not for enough to be rested." His voice like crackling lightning, as the storm dissipated.
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
"Have you seen any beastly creatures around this world?" The voices continue to echo, becoming more loud, yet still unable to be understood.
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
“Um….yes….well, I’ve seen a lot of beastly things in this world. But what would make them any more dangerous then anything else?” He asks, trying to not let the voices get to him.
*I am back from pizza time!*
Szerucharz rips a boulder out from the earth and transforms it into a cup of coffee, offering it to the Nameless King. "How sad. Well, when you die, you can rest all you want. Assuming you don't, I don't know, incite wars amongst the mortals for the sake of war itself. But you seem to have enough on your plate already, so I doubt that will happen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I just realized something. Szerucharz has the soul of a particularly violent and spiteful mortal. If Faltros were still alive and Szerucharz died, good ol' Butcher would be sent to the Underworld.*
*Funny to think about, eh?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.