"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.
"Until we meet again!" Szerucharz waves as he tromps away jollily, seemingly reinvigorated by the conversation.
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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 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.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
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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.
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."
He sips the coffee slowly "Thank you. This is truly kind of you. Last time I died though, I only ended up here. There is no true death other than a warrior's for a god of war and there is no warrior's death for me." He makes a chair for both of them out of clouds, sitting in his own with a sigh of relief.
"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.
"Until we meet again!" Szerucharz waves as he tromps away jollily, seemingly reinvigorated by the conversation.
The Primordial Aboleth glides off through the sky, letting out a beautiful and booming whale cry.
”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.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
He takes a few moments to breath in and out deeply, trying to steady himself as he is bombarded by these voices. “So this blood….turns people into monsters…? And it’s being spread by a cult…?” He asks.
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."
He sips the coffee slowly "Thank you. This is truly kind of you. Last time I died though, I only ended up here. There is no true death other than a warrior's for a god of war and there is no warrior's death for me." He makes a chair for both of them out of clouds, sitting in his own with a sigh of relief.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
”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.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
He takes a few moments to breath in and out deeply, trying to steady himself as he is bombarded by these voices. “So this blood….turns people into monsters…? And it’s being spread by a cult…?” He asks.
After the voices escalate greatly, it suddenly stops, his mind full of a new silence. The only voice they can hear being The Moon Presence's, who now embraces him, a warm and happy feeling "Indeed, but with your help they can be stopped."
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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.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
He takes a few moments to breath in and out deeply, trying to steady himself as he is bombarded by these voices. “So this blood….turns people into monsters…? And it’s being spread by a cult…?” He asks.
After the voices escalate greatly, it suddenly stops, his mind full of a new silence. The only voice they can hear being The Moon Presence's, who now embraces him, a warm and happy feeling "Indeed, but with your help they can be stopped."
He stands there, taking in this strange yet peaceful feeling. After a long pause, he speaks again. “Alright, I accept the call.”
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."
He sips the coffee slowly "Thank you. This is truly kind of you. Last time I died though, I only ended up here. There is no true death other than a warrior's for a god of war and there is no warrior's death for me." He makes a chair for both of them out of clouds, sitting in his own with a sigh of relief.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
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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.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
He takes a few moments to breath in and out deeply, trying to steady himself as he is bombarded by these voices. “So this blood….turns people into monsters…? And it’s being spread by a cult…?” He asks.
After the voices escalate greatly, it suddenly stops, his mind full of a new silence. The only voice they can hear being The Moon Presence's, who now embraces him, a warm and happy feeling "Indeed, but with your help they can be stopped."
He stands there, taking in this strange yet peaceful feeling. After a long pause, he speaks again. “Alright, I accept the call.”
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
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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.
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
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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.
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"That shall be your hunting attire, if you have any things to say about it, any changes at all, I shall provide them for you." The weapons he has are like nothing he's ever seen, capable of changing on a whim to become more powerful, absolutely unique to the user's fighting style.
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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.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
He bellows with hearty laughter "You aren't wrong there! Soon I must have to go, as unfortunate as that may be, I have a kingdom to protect. I shall consider you an ally, whether you like it or not."
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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.
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"That shall be your hunting attire, if you have any things to say about it, any changes at all, I shall provide them for you." The weapons he has are like nothing he's ever seen, capable of changing on a whim to become more powerful, absolutely unique to the user's fighting style.
“I…thank you. This is generous. I’ll test these out and see what improvements can think of.” He says before looking back up at the eldritch being.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
He bellows with hearty laughter "You aren't wrong there! Soon I must have to go, as unfortunate as that may be, I have a kingdom to protect. I shall consider you an ally, whether you like it or not."
"Ah, worry not! I'll come with you and even stay for a while if you'd like! If one lord of casualties is terrifying, a second will make your foes run for the hills!"
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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.
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"That shall be your hunting attire, if you have any things to say about it, any changes at all, I shall provide them for you." The weapons he has are like nothing he's ever seen, capable of changing on a whim to become more powerful, absolutely unique to the user's fighting style.
“I…thank you. This is generous. I’ll test these out and see what improvements can think of.” He says before looking back up at the eldritch being.
The voices come back when they look at the Moon Presence, but softer and kinder "I shall see you then. We are now bound to each other, whenever you need me, simply ask for my being."
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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.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
He bellows with hearty laughter "You aren't wrong there! Soon I must have to go, as unfortunate as that may be, I have a kingdom to protect. I shall consider you an ally, whether you like it or not."
"Ah, worry not! I'll come with you and even stay for a while if you'd like! If one lord of casualties is terrifying, a second will make your foes run for the hills!"
"Your presence would be much appreciated. Although the citizens might be afraid of someone like you, then again, a giant with a storm always at his back can't be any scarier than you. Let us go." He once again begins to walk through the water, causing large waves.
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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.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
He bellows with hearty laughter "You aren't wrong there! Soon I must have to go, as unfortunate as that may be, I have a kingdom to protect. I shall consider you an ally, whether you like it or not."
"Ah, worry not! I'll come with you and even stay for a while if you'd like! If one lord of casualties is terrifying, a second will make your foes run for the hills!"
"Your presence would be much appreciated. Although the citizens might be afraid of someone like you, then again, a giant with a storm always at his back can't be any scarier than you. Let us go." He once again begins to walk through the water, causing large waves.
Szerucharz follows, showing a level of eagerness one would expect to be reserved for a meal, given the nature of the beast.
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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.
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"That shall be your hunting attire, if you have any things to say about it, any changes at all, I shall provide them for you." The weapons he has are like nothing he's ever seen, capable of changing on a whim to become more powerful, absolutely unique to the user's fighting style.
“I…thank you. This is generous. I’ll test these out and see what improvements can think of.” He says before looking back up at the eldritch being.
The voices come back when they look at the Moon Presence, but softer and kinder "I shall see you then. We are now bound to each other, whenever you need me, simply ask for my being."
“I will, thank you.” He says, bowing a bit.
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"Until we meet again!" Szerucharz waves as he tromps away jollily, seemingly reinvigorated by the conversation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"They are in cult with infinite potential, anyone can become a beast if they have access to the blood, and I can sense that they do. The Yharnam blood is here, in some form." The voices only get louder, and suddenly begin making sense, speaking to him about the concepts of the universe he could never understand.
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
He sips the coffee slowly "Thank you. This is truly kind of you. Last time I died though, I only ended up here. There is no true death other than a warrior's for a god of war and there is no warrior's death for me." He makes a chair for both of them out of clouds, sitting in his own with a sigh of relief.
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
The Primordial Aboleth glides off through the sky, letting out a beautiful and booming whale cry.
He takes a few moments to breath in and out deeply, trying to steady himself as he is bombarded by these voices. “So this blood….turns people into monsters…? And it’s being spread by a cult…?” He asks.
"Hmmm... maybe you always show up where there is violence to be done." He thinks, sitting down on the cloud chair with gentle tentativeness, as if it were going to break if he sat down too fast. "I have a solution: war games. Down in my home, the wills tend to get bored. They don't die, so I can just stitch them back together if they get injured to the point that they can no longer fight. I can arm them and give them the option of fighting en masse. That would be sure to summon your soul, should you die violently."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After the voices escalate greatly, it suddenly stops, his mind full of a new silence. The only voice they can hear being The Moon Presence's, who now embraces him, a warm and happy feeling "Indeed, but with your help they can be stopped."
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
He stands there, taking in this strange yet peaceful feeling. After a long pause, he speaks again. “Alright, I accept the call.”
"I must always go where violence needs to be done. It is one of my many jobs, especially with my role as the storm sovereign. If I do die, I hope it to be against a worthy foe, and if I am in the realm of the dead, I wish to face you more than anyone else." He cackles like thunder and lightning.
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
Suddenly he is dress in what he doesn't know is traditional hunter attire. He has a pistol at his side and a trick axe in his hand "Well you shall have my power behind you dear hunter." The Moon Presence stops it's embrace, he feels a new power within him, "In the light of the moon you shall be empower with my might."
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
He looks down at himself, inspecting the outfit before he starts in inspect the weapons. He knows a few things about forging weaponry due to his time with Mephilia, though he can tell these are unlike anything designs he has seen before.
"Ah, well, we can all dream of the day that war leaves our lives forever. 'Til then, may you reign on, pure in spirit and intent!" He laughs like an overfed thug.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That shall be your hunting attire, if you have any things to say about it, any changes at all, I shall provide them for you." The weapons he has are like nothing he's ever seen, capable of changing on a whim to become more powerful, absolutely unique to the user's fighting style.
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
He bellows with hearty laughter "You aren't wrong there! Soon I must have to go, as unfortunate as that may be, I have a kingdom to protect. I shall consider you an ally, whether you like it or not."
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
“I…thank you. This is generous. I’ll test these out and see what improvements can think of.” He says before looking back up at the eldritch being.
"Ah, worry not! I'll come with you and even stay for a while if you'd like! If one lord of casualties is terrifying, a second will make your foes run for the hills!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The voices come back when they look at the Moon Presence, but softer and kinder "I shall see you then. We are now bound to each other, whenever you need me, simply ask for my being."
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
"Your presence would be much appreciated. Although the citizens might be afraid of someone like you, then again, a giant with a storm always at his back can't be any scarier than you. Let us go." He once again begins to walk through the water, causing large waves.
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
Szerucharz follows, showing a level of eagerness one would expect to be reserved for a meal, given the nature of the beast.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I will, thank you.” He says, bowing a bit.