“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
Rendy tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Really? What's it like? Who else is part of it?" Orchid is brimming with barely-contained excitement.
“It’s alright. Not a huge commitment… usually… but it certainly assures you plenty of protection from external threats. Aside from the founder Coginitius, there’s also the Snow Angel Sarahphym, though I’ve never actually met her.”
"Hmm... How exactly would two Wills form a Mythos?"
“The concerned Wills must merely make a mental oath binding them to the other.”
"So it's that simple... interesting. I still have a lot to learn..." Orchid pauses for a moment, thinking about something. "Speaking of which. is there anything I can help with? Any godly business that could use an assistant?"
“No, not really… As of right now, I’ve just been managing affairs here.”
"Alright. Whenever you do, let me know!" Orchid begins to return to their alchemy, a bottle rolling out of their hands and harmlessly hitting the soil with a soft thud. Orchid stops, picking up the bottle, and continues their trek back.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
Rendy tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
After a bit, Rendy would teleport to where the giants are. “I couldn’t find the fire man, but the Volcano sealing up was caused by a Will’s power, so it was deliberate.” Rendy says.
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithersiis to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
He rubs his chin in thought as he watches the beetles, before taking out a piece of paper and begins to write. If she looks at the paper she would see some profound haikus about the simple life in a village life this. Once he is finished he pockets the paper "This is a truly beautiful, if simply place. A home worth cherishing."
“That’s exactly how I feel. I’m glad you appreciate it.”
"Like I said, I've lived for a long time, I can appreciate the simply things. I'm happy we can agree on that."
*I do indeed wonder if Slayer knows that Savut is just gonna steal every bit of his power and kill him*
Savut then begins heading southwest, and eventually reaches the mouth of the Heron Brook, the tributary of the River of Herionidius that feeds the Twilit Swamp. Several small merchant ships and plenty of canoes are drifting about and docking here. Barrels of preserved fish, native fruits, and handcrafted weapons and tools are being loaded on the ships, and nets are being cast onto the wider waters. Sun herons swoop back and forth over the dock.
*I wonder if he does too, maybe he is just committing to the bit for the sake of his interest.*
"Hmm." He once again begins to write haikus, this time upon the life upon the waters of the world "Interesting indeed." He pockets the paper "I'm curious, can you tell when someone is lying?"
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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.
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
The chef snaps his fingers and another mechanical arm places down a plate of some sort of small, round pasta in a thick, creamy sauce. He examines the plate closely as he conjures water to clean the black thing he found before he pulls out his speaker. "Thank you, Chef Mizerate, this will do nicely." Then, with tremendous fanfare, pulls out a square piece of metal with a wooden handle and an opening in the middle with a wavy blade on one edge. He then begins to use the tool to shave slices off of the object he pulled out of the ground, revealing the scaly marbling within. The slices fall onto the pasta liberally. There is no blood of any kind, but the earthy smell grows stronger.
"Please, tell me what you think." Barbeau pulls out the chair for Leonardo and bows.
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a seatt. He would go and take a bite of the pasta.
It's... slightly gummy. Potatoey. The pasta itself is not very flavorful, but the sauce is incredible, somehow being creamy and citrusy without breaking or tasting spoiled. It seems this dish was made by a master chef, which brings to question why Barbeau would slice up some random object and place it on top of it.
But then the smell hits. Combined with the sauce, the monochrome shavings have an absolutely incredible scent. The shreds are almost too thin to taste, but there is an intense, umami-richness to it, like some sort of nutty garlic-mushroom or something. If there was any more of it, it would overpower the dish completely.
"Would you like a good wine to go with that?" Barbeau offers a glass of a light red, very transparent wine.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
Happy is silently judging Szerucharz, his arms crossed and his orange X-shaped sunglasses slightly down "Hmm, you don't know how to do this do you?"
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
"Of course you did, and trust me, I don't think you're a major threat." He walks over "You're handling this all wrong, you need a captivating antagonist."
"I have plenty of stories. I just need a good location. And materials. I don't know. Maybe you're right, but it's too early to tell at the moment."
"Of course I'm right, the universe is a story we all are forced to take part in. I learned that long ago, and nothing is too early to be see, some things are just too early to be proved."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithersiis to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
She leads him about half a mile out from the village to a small pasture where giant fire beetles are roaming about lazily, and a few human shepherds with wooden rods are keeping the dimwitted giant insects from accidentally trudging into the mud and drowning.
He rubs his chin in thought as he watches the beetles, before taking out a piece of paper and begins to write. If she looks at the paper she would see some profound haikus about the simple life in a village life this. Once he is finished he pockets the paper "This is a truly beautiful, if simply place. A home worth cherishing."
“That’s exactly how I feel. I’m glad you appreciate it.”
"Like I said, I've lived for a long time, I can appreciate the simply things. I'm happy we can agree on that."
*I do indeed wonder if Slayer knows that Savut is just gonna steal every bit of his power and kill him*
Savut then begins heading southwest, and eventually reaches the mouth of the Heron Brook, the tributary of the River of Herionidius that feeds the Twilit Swamp. Several small merchant ships and plenty of canoes are drifting about and docking here. Barrels of preserved fish, native fruits, and handcrafted weapons and tools are being loaded on the ships, and nets are being cast onto the wider waters. Sun herons swoop back and forth over the dock.
*I wonder if he does too, maybe he is just committing to the bit for the sake of his interest.*
"Hmm." He once again begins to write haikus, this time upon the life upon the waters of the world "Interesting indeed." He pockets the paper "I'm curious, can you tell when someone is lying?"
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
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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.
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
Rendy tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
After a bit, Rendy would teleport to where the giants are. “I couldn’t find the fire man, but the Volcano sealing up was caused by a Will’s power, so it was deliberate.” Rendy says.
“Hmmm. I wonder…”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Szerucharz is trying to set up a puppet theatre so he can put on shows, but is working with insufficient materials and a not-exactly-receptive populace.
Happy is silently judging Szerucharz, his arms crossed and his orange X-shaped sunglasses slightly down "Hmm, you don't know how to do this do you?"
"I've always had a captive audience in the past. I'm not used to being treated like a major threat by the people I want to entertain."
"Of course you did, and trust me, I don't think you're a major threat." He walks over "You're handling this all wrong, you need a captivating antagonist."
"I have plenty of stories. I just need a good location. And materials. I don't know. Maybe you're right, but it's too early to tell at the moment."
"Of course I'm right, the universe is a story we all are forced to take part in. I learned that long ago, and nothing is too early to be see, some things are just too early to be proved."
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
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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.
“Oh…um…yeah, a bit. Been traveling for a while now.” The black haired man says as he walks over, curious at what he dug up.
The chef snaps his fingers and another mechanical arm places down a plate of some sort of small, round pasta in a thick, creamy sauce. He examines the plate closely as he conjures water to clean the black thing he found before he pulls out his speaker. "Thank you, Chef Mizerate, this will do nicely." Then, with tremendous fanfare, pulls out a square piece of metal with a wooden handle and an opening in the middle with a wavy blade on one edge. He then begins to use the tool to shave slices off of the object he pulled out of the ground, revealing the scaly marbling within. The slices fall onto the pasta liberally. There is no blood of any kind, but the earthy smell grows stronger.
"Please, tell me what you think." Barbeau pulls out the chair for Leonardo and bows.
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a seatt. He would go and take a bite of the pasta.
It's... slightly gummy. Potatoey. The pasta itself is not very flavorful, but the sauce is incredible, somehow being creamy and citrusy without breaking or tasting spoiled. It seems this dish was made by a master chef, which brings to question why Barbeau would slice up some random object and place it on top of it.
But then the smell hits. Combined with the sauce, the monochrome shavings have an absolutely incredible scent. The shreds are almost too thin to taste, but there is an intense, umami-richness to it, like some sort of nutty garlic-mushroom or something. If there was any more of it, it would overpower the dish completely.
"Would you like a good wine to go with that?" Barbeau offers a glass of a light red, very transparent wine.
“Yes please, this pasta is incredible sir” Leonardo says as he takes a bother bite.
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
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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.
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a seatt. He would go and take a bite of the pasta.
It's... slightly gummy. Potatoey. The pasta itself is not very flavorful, but the sauce is incredible, somehow being creamy and citrusy without breaking or tasting spoiled. It seems this dish was made by a master chef, which brings to question why Barbeau would slice up some random object and place it on top of it.
But then the smell hits. Combined with the sauce, the monochrome shavings have an absolutely incredible scent. The shreds are almost too thin to taste, but there is an intense, umami-richness to it, like some sort of nutty garlic-mushroom or something. If there was any more of it, it would overpower the dish completely.
"Would you like a good wine to go with that?" Barbeau offers a glass of a light red, very transparent wine.
“Yes please, this pasta is incredible sir” Leonardo says as he takes a bother bite.
"Of course it is. The only god we crew worship is Hospitality itself, and serving others is the highest form of worship. But the gnocchi is not our focus today. The truffle, Leonardo?" The wine is as robust and complex as the black thing... the "truffle."
The pig waddles up to Leonardo and places its fat snout in his lap. It has stitches running all over its body, looking so full that they might burst. It seems happy, though.
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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.
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
Rendy tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
After a bit, Rendy would teleport to where the giants are. “I couldn’t find the fire man, but the Volcano sealing up was caused by a Will’s power, so it was deliberate.” Rendy says.
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
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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.
“Hm…if I was a big fire man, where would I go….?” Rendy thinks, trying to see if he can sense a Will’s presence anywhere near him.
No where. Though a slight remainder of a will’s essence comes from the Obsidian dome
Rendy tries to focus on the essence, thinking he can try and track Foreir down if he can memorize the signature.
He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
After a bit, Rendy would teleport to where the giants are. “I couldn’t find the fire man, but the Volcano sealing up was caused by a Will’s power, so it was deliberate.” Rendy says.
“Hmmm. I wonder…”
“Wonder what?”
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Thank you” He says graciously as he takes a seatt. He would go and take a bite of the pasta.
It's... slightly gummy. Potatoey. The pasta itself is not very flavorful, but the sauce is incredible, somehow being creamy and citrusy without breaking or tasting spoiled. It seems this dish was made by a master chef, which brings to question why Barbeau would slice up some random object and place it on top of it.
But then the smell hits. Combined with the sauce, the monochrome shavings have an absolutely incredible scent. The shreds are almost too thin to taste, but there is an intense, umami-richness to it, like some sort of nutty garlic-mushroom or something. If there was any more of it, it would overpower the dish completely.
"Would you like a good wine to go with that?" Barbeau offers a glass of a light red, very transparent wine.
“Yes please, this pasta is incredible sir” Leonardo says as he takes a bother bite.
"Of course it is. The only god we crew worship is Hospitality itself, and serving others is the highest form of worship. But the gnocchi is not our focus today. The truffle, Leonardo?" The wine is as robust and complex as the black thing... the "truffle."
The pig waddles up to Leonardo and places its fat snout in his lap. It has stitches running all over its body, looking so full that they might burst. It seems happy, though.
“The truffle is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. And the wine compliments it so well.” He says taking another sip. “Yeah, it’s nice when hospitality is offered, especially with all the chaos that has happened lately.”
He notices the pig, and while wary for a moment, he would gently pat its head.
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
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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 boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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He manages to focus on it, though he can’t find any trails of power
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Alright. Whenever you do, let me know!" Orchid begins to return to their alchemy, a bottle rolling out of their hands and harmlessly hitting the soil with a soft thud. Orchid stops, picking up the bottle, and continues their trek back.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
After a bit, Rendy would teleport to where the giants are. “I couldn’t find the fire man, but the Volcano sealing up was caused by a Will’s power, so it was deliberate.” Rendy says.
*I wonder if he does too, maybe he is just committing to the bit for the sake of his interest.*
"Hmm." He once again begins to write haikus, this time upon the life upon the waters of the world "Interesting indeed." He pockets the paper "I'm curious, can you tell when someone is lying?"
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... slightly gummy. Potatoey. The pasta itself is not very flavorful, but the sauce is incredible, somehow being creamy and citrusy without breaking or tasting spoiled. It seems this dish was made by a master chef, which brings to question why Barbeau would slice up some random object and place it on top of it.
But then the smell hits. Combined with the sauce, the monochrome shavings have an absolutely incredible scent. The shreds are almost too thin to taste, but there is an intense, umami-richness to it, like some sort of nutty garlic-mushroom or something. If there was any more of it, it would overpower the dish completely.
"Would you like a good wine to go with that?" Barbeau offers a glass of a light red, very transparent wine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course I'm right, the universe is a story we all are forced to take part in. I learned that long ago, and nothing is too early to be see, some things are just too early to be proved."
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
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hmmm. I wonder…”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yes please, this pasta is incredible sir” Leonardo says as he takes a bother bite.
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
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'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
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
"Of course it is. The only god we crew worship is Hospitality itself, and serving others is the highest form of worship. But the gnocchi is not our focus today. The truffle, Leonardo?" The wine is as robust and complex as the black thing... the "truffle."
The pig waddles up to Leonardo and places its fat snout in his lap. It has stitches running all over its body, looking so full that they might burst. It seems happy, though.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Wonder what?”
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“The truffle is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. And the wine compliments it so well.” He says taking another sip. “Yeah, it’s nice when hospitality is offered, especially with all the chaos that has happened lately.”
He notices the pig, and while wary for a moment, he would gently pat its head.
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
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
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.