Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
Savut doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
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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 looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
"The blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
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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.
Savut doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
“…” Savut makes her decision. “If I’m being honest, you’ve piqued my interest as well.”
*i hate writing romantic dialogue lmao*
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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 doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
“…” Savut makes her decision. “If I’m being honest, you’ve piqued my interest as well.”
*i hate writing romantic dialogue lmao*
*It is very difficult indeed without feeling stiff.*
He chuckles calmly "I hear that more than you'd expect. I would love to learn more about you though, tell me about yourself if you will."
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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 looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
"The blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
Savut doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
“…” Savut makes her decision. “If I’m being honest, you’ve piqued my interest as well.”
*i hate writing romantic dialogue lmao*
*It is very difficult indeed without feeling stiff.*
He chuckles calmly "I hear that more than you'd expect. I would love to learn more about you though, tell me about yourself if you will."
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
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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 doesn’t respond, watching him closely. “What makes you say that?”
*currently, he’s revelry, trickery, fire, and undeath, but I might give him war*
"I've lived for quite a long time, after a while you recognize the look in people's eyes." He gives her a matching glass of wine and offers a cheers.
*Well if you are going to replace one to make him more Joker like, I'd say undeath.*
She slightly raises it and takes a sip. “I see…”
*alright, gonna design him some different minions then. maybe magmins*
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
“…” Savut makes her decision. “If I’m being honest, you’ve piqued my interest as well.”
*i hate writing romantic dialogue lmao*
*It is very difficult indeed without feeling stiff.*
He chuckles calmly "I hear that more than you'd expect. I would love to learn more about you though, tell me about yourself if you will."
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
He smiles fully, his eyes holding the same smile on his face “Well that’s fun. So you are dedicated to helping people as well as make things more interesting for the world.” He continues to drink his wine, delighted in how this is going, he glances at the creature before placing a hand on it, softly pushing it back into the ground.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
"The blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
"And I am suppose to....drink it?"
He hears echoing laughter “Of course not, that would be unreasonable. Your soul consumes it through a vessel.” Suddenly the doll that was sitting nearby stands up when you look away and look back.
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
"The blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
"And I am suppose to....drink it?"
He hears echoing laughter “Of course not, that would be unreasonable. Your soul consumes it through a vessel.” Suddenly the doll that was sitting nearby stands up when you look away and look back.
Al is startled a bit by the doll, looking at it for a bit before his gaze returns to the Moon Presence. “How does that work exactly?”
Al looks around, confused by the new surrounding. He calms a bit when he see's his patron and he goes to stand up.
They feel the comfort of formality around them, like several parts of them have been here before. When they get close to the patron, they feel the blood shiver in their pocket, obviously trying to get away from the Moon Presence, at least the beast part.
He takes out the blood vials to look at them, curious as to the reaction they are having to the Moon Presence.
The blood is on one side of the vial, actively trying to keep away from the Moon Presence, but when it touches the vial, it suddenly stops. The beastly feeling suddenly gone from it, the Moon Presence's power taking its place.
He takes notice, curious as to what just happened. He would look up at the Moon Presence. "What is this place?"
The Moon Presence tilts its head "This the Hunter's Dream, where you can rest and become stronger by consuming purified blood. If you ever are to die to someone effected by the Scourge you will return here."
"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
"The blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
"And I am suppose to....drink it?"
He hears echoing laughter “Of course not, that would be unreasonable. Your soul consumes it through a vessel.” Suddenly the doll that was sitting nearby stands up when you look away and look back.
Al is startled a bit by the doll, looking at it for a bit before his gaze returns to the Moon Presence. “How does that work exactly?”
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
The time has come for the underworld to be free. Their ruler dead. Their ranks full. Their ambition to keep going fuel. It is astounding how easily one can find evil in this world. And now, all of the sinners shunned by society that met their untimely death... they unite under new leadership.
The underworld shakes with the fury of part of a dead king's final will. The 8 pillars of fire surround the palace, filling the air with the scent of ash. The 9th one juts out of the center, a display of dominance as bright as day, something that some of the residents here will never see again. The blood red crystals all across the underground grow. The River Tormentum bubbles, geysers flying directly out of it.
The hell hounds and displacer beasts stop sparring as they stumble and trip. A few devils try to run, but the infernal gates close.
One of his final acts for this world before his death. His realm shall not be destroyed. In fact, while it now lacks the power of a deity, it shall grow so large, it shall seperate from the realm of the gods. Spirits chant-- "Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit. Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit. Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit." The shaking intensifies. Then, everything turns to a deep blood red color. When it all fades, the underworld looks... Different. It's still the same aesthetic-- the crystals still glow, the River Tormentum still runs through the place, but each is a different layout for different groups. The palace looks different for each group, too, some now even sporting different colors of window. The exit still exists, but is now blocked by a blood red barrier, and a portal lies at the top of the staircase instead of the surface. Different gates appear, to take devils to the different layouts. Quickly, all realize-- these aren't just layouts. The underworld split itself into 9 different layers, each around a thousand miles in size. In each one's palace lies a different Warlock to rule over their territory. At the very bottom layer is the one that rules over the entire underworld. Above all of this place lies the overworld, but there is almost no way to get up there without permission from a Warlock, nor is there any easy way to get to the underworld without invitation.
For the underworld has become it's own plane of existence. Faltros's biggest final act has come.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
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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.
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
Al would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.
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"Purified blood...?" He says as he looks back down at the vial.
He sips from his own "Although that doesn't mean you haven't peaked my interest. I might see this through, though my attempted flirtations may continue Savut."
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 blood of beasts is corrupted, that blood has been purified." The blood in the vial's tint has slightly changed, an echoing sound coming from within.
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
“…” Savut makes her decision. “If I’m being honest, you’ve piqued my interest as well.”
*i hate writing romantic dialogue lmao*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It is very difficult indeed without feeling stiff.*
He chuckles calmly "I hear that more than you'd expect. I would love to learn more about you though, tell me about yourself if you will."
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
"And I am suppose to....drink it?"
“Well, I’ve spent most of my life here, helping this little community survive and grow… and in my free time I spend a lot of time making virulent plagues and giant insect creatures… like my latest creations, the pagidons.” She points to the ground, and a circular fanged mouth bursts from the ground, gnawing blindly at the air as rootlike arms emerge alongside it and pale fishlike eyes crack open from the mossy earth.
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 smiles fully, his eyes holding the same smile on his face “Well that’s fun. So you are dedicated to helping people as well as make things more interesting for the world.” He continues to drink his wine, delighted in how this is going, he glances at the creature before placing a hand on it, softly pushing it back into the ground.
He hears echoing laughter “Of course not, that would be unreasonable. Your soul consumes it through a vessel.” Suddenly the doll that was sitting nearby stands up when you look away and look back.
*Anybody on? Or am I alone in this consciousness?*
Al is startled a bit by the doll, looking at it for a bit before his gaze returns to the Moon Presence. “How does that work exactly?”
“Give it the blood and you will see for yourself.” The doll waits patiently, as does the Moon Presence.
Alabastor looks back at the doll for a moment, before he hands over the vial of purified blood to it.
Suddenly the vial seems to vanish in the moment he blinks. He feels a rush of power flow through him. They can sense pride from the Moon Presence.
He takes in this new feeling of power, allowing it to flow and then settle within him. Looking over himself, it’s be a while since he has felt so invigorated.
The time has come for the underworld to be free. Their ruler dead. Their ranks full. Their ambition to keep going fuel. It is astounding how easily one can find evil in this world. And now, all of the sinners shunned by society that met their untimely death... they unite under new leadership.
The underworld shakes with the fury of part of a dead king's final will. The 8 pillars of fire surround the palace, filling the air with the scent of ash. The 9th one juts out of the center, a display of dominance as bright as day, something that some of the residents here will never see again. The blood red crystals all across the underground grow. The River Tormentum bubbles, geysers flying directly out of it.
The hell hounds and displacer beasts stop sparring as they stumble and trip. A few devils try to run, but the infernal gates close.
One of his final acts for this world before his death. His realm shall not be destroyed. In fact, while it now lacks the power of a deity, it shall grow so large, it shall seperate from the realm of the gods. Spirits chant-- "Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit. Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit. Diabolus rex fato suo occurrit." The shaking intensifies. Then, everything turns to a deep blood red color. When it all fades, the underworld looks... Different. It's still the same aesthetic-- the crystals still glow, the River Tormentum still runs through the place, but each is a different layout for different groups. The palace looks different for each group, too, some now even sporting different colors of window. The exit still exists, but is now blocked by a blood red barrier, and a portal lies at the top of the staircase instead of the surface. Different gates appear, to take devils to the different layouts. Quickly, all realize-- these aren't just layouts. The underworld split itself into 9 different layers, each around a thousand miles in size. In each one's palace lies a different Warlock to rule over their territory. At the very bottom layer is the one that rules over the entire underworld. Above all of this place lies the overworld, but there is almost no way to get up there without permission from a Warlock, nor is there any easy way to get to the underworld without invitation.
For the underworld has become it's own plane of existence. Faltros's biggest final act has come.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*I shall be on later today*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He feels his humanity reinforced, noticing that he has been infected by the scourge, but he is being protected by both the Moon Presence, and the purified blood. The Moon Presence makes a comfortable chair next to them for them to rest.
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
*See ya later then.*
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 would sit on the chair, making himself comfortable. He takes in a deep breath as he feels the blood inside of him changing him in a way. He knows there is no going back now, and their is a hint of trepidation. However, he can’t help but find the peace of this place, and the power he has gained….enticing.