*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
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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.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
Rendy perk up from his spot on Slayer’s head. “Hello Ms. Snake Lady!”
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
Rendy perk up from his spot on Slayer’s head. “Hello Ms. Snake Lady!”
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
"Well it would be hard for me to know that when we haven't had a conversation longer than two sentences." He puts his head in his hands and takes a seat, a chair appearing behind Savut as well.
Happy's body turns to ash and dust, Balatro notices his halo was gone from his body.
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
Rendy perk up from his spot on Slayer’s head. “Hello Ms. Snake Lady!”
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
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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.
*Wassup dawg, I added the Moon Presence from Bloodborne to my roster of wills.*
*excellent*
Savut is setting up an area for Orchid to stay.
Balatro is leading whatever devils he could find still on the surface, along with some of his skeletons.
Slayer decides to see if anything has changed, or if Savut has drank his gift yet.
Balatro can sense that Happy Chaos has fallen in battle, and gets a message from him in his dying moments "Goodbye Balatro, I hope you get those cultists you wanted, unfortunately I won't be able to help you. See you in the afterlife friend."
Savut is at the base of the tupelo, causing it to grow slightly, her hands rooted into the bark.
Balatro looks around as he hears HC’s voice. His expression is unreadable, but he teleports to wherever HC is/was.
He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
He tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
"Well it would be hard for me to know that when we haven't had a conversation longer than two sentences." He puts his head in his hands and takes a seat, a chair appearing behind Savut as well.
Happy's body turns to ash and dust, Balatro notices his halo was gone from his body.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
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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.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
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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.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
He can feel an unprecedented yet beastly power within the blood of the creature, a primal thrum coming into his mind, being defended by the Moon Presence's touch. The bones, blood, and even fur obviously can be used for something, but what exactly will take farther examination. All he knows now is that he must ask The Moon Presence for more knowledge.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
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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.
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
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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.
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 24 Damage: 12
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 12
Ax 3: 30 Damage: 12
The first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
He can feel an unprecedented yet beastly power within the blood of the creature, a primal thrum coming into his mind, being defended by the Moon Presence's touch. The bones, blood, and even fur obviously can be used for something, but what exactly will take farther examination. All he knows now is that he must ask The Moon Presence for more knowledge.
He collects what he can, and goes searching for a place to rest from the battle. It's been a bit since he has had to fight, he may need to do some training to strengthen himself.
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He lands on the ground after making an overly dramatic entrance. He give a slight smirk "Oh hello there Ms. Slithers."
He comes too late, finding Happy Chaos's corpse impaled, his final mad grin on his face.
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
Slayer is big chillin, deciding to go visit Savut, telling Rendy about his previous endeavors with her.
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
*Half damage rounded down.*
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
“That. Is the worst possible name. You could have ever given me.” She slowly turns her head to face him.
Balatro looks down at the body, his face still indistinguishable. He slowly kneels by it, examining the wound.
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 tilts his head and grins "What would you rather be called then? Maybe something like Ms.snake skin?"
The wound is clean, another just like it digging deep into his shoulder, both made with a weapon obviously larger than Happy Chaos himself.
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
Al takes the trike and remains standing, before spinning around and delivering 3 more ax swings.
Ax 1: 21 Damage: 15
Ax 2: 25 Damage: 13
Ax 3: 29 Damage: 11
“I’m not just a snake, you know. I have innumerable other qualities.”
“Well… we’ll see. I have someone else to kill too now.”
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 first hit causes the cleric beast to fall to the ground dead, the other two digging deep into its flesh, snapping bones, making it easier to harvest. Within their mind they can feel the blood of the cleric beast go, as well as the kind voice of the Moon Presence "Well done my child. I am proud."
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
Rendy perk up from his spot on Slayer’s head. “Hello Ms. Snake Lady!”
Savut squints to see Rendy, looking a bit perplexed. “Who… who is this?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well it would be hard for me to know that when we haven't had a conversation longer than two sentences." He puts his head in his hands and takes a seat, a chair appearing behind Savut as well.
Happy's body turns to ash and dust, Balatro notices his halo was gone from his body.
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
"Friend of mine. Simply looking for friends. A better person than me."
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
Sighing, Savut withdraws her hands from the bark of the tree and sits.
The silver light in Balatro’s eye sockets has completely faded away as he stands back up. He tucks Faltros’s sword into his belt and begins looking for Happy’s revolver.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Al is panting a bit, those last two attacks, while unnecessary, were rather satisfying to do. He allows the voice of the Moon Presences to calm him as he takes in his first victory, After reveling in his first kill of one of these scourged creatures, he starts harvesting it, looking to see what use this creature can serve even in death.
He crosses his legs with a smile "Now, did you drink that wine I gave you? It was a gift after all."
The revolver is nowhere to be seen. Everything of important has been gone, it's as if someone took the pieces for some reason.
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 can feel an unprecedented yet beastly power within the blood of the creature, a primal thrum coming into his mind, being defended by the Moon Presence's touch. The bones, blood, and even fur obviously can be used for something, but what exactly will take farther examination. All he knows now is that he must ask The Moon Presence for more knowledge.
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
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Derendia, but you can call me Rendy" The little moth-like creatures says in a sweet and friendly child-like voice. He then looks around the swamp. "Oh, this place is so pretty! It's also wet. Oh! I know!"
The little moth begins to concentrate as his body begins to morph and mutate. His body takes on a marbled pattern of greens, browns, and black as his wings become more translucent like a dragonfly. His body takes on cicada features his abdomen expanding and fusing with the long tail, looking like that of a dragonfly. His moth-like proboscis uncurls and becomes straight and sharp like a mosquito. Now he fits right in with the swampy environment, and still looks adorable.
“Yes, I did. It was certainly kind of you to give it to me.”
Balatro scoops up some of the ashes, and silver light pours into it. As the ashes fall to the ground, spires of marble rise up and form a small monument. A blue fire burns at the brazier in the center of the monument. The fire will burn forever, and strike any who come near it. 3,000 power points are spent to form it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Savut looks at Rendy with interest. “How curious.”
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 collects what he can, and goes searching for a place to rest from the battle. It's been a bit since he has had to fight, he may need to do some training to strengthen himself.