*I wonder if I should bring Meat King in here? Maybe. He wouldn't have the same powers of creation and destruction as other Wills, but he would be able to resist their effects and just generally be stronger than your average mortal.*
*MEAT KING.*
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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.
*I wonder if I should bring Meat King in here? Maybe. He wouldn't have the same powers of creation and destruction as other Wills, but he would be able to resist their effects and just generally be stronger than your average mortal.*
*MEAT KING.*
*GLORIOUS MEAT KING*
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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.
Orchid grins, heading over to Savut. "Well... how do I look?"
She smiles at Orchid. “Lovely. How do you feel.”
"I feel... good. Great, even! Powerful." Orchid turns to the Fount, looking at their reflection in the water for a brief while. "Huh... wasn't expecting to look so spiky- of course, that's not a bad thing, just not what I was expecting."
“Well, as they say, the most beautiful rose bears the most thorns.”
Orchid smiles, showing fang-like thorns that resemble those of a snake. "Thank you- not just for the compliment, obviously. I am in your debt- more so than before."
“Don’t feel indebted to me. I want to help you.” She smiles warmly at Orchid.
"And I want to help you as well." Orchid grins, once again showing her new fangs. "I look forward to our working together."
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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)
Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
Orchid grins, heading over to Savut. "Well... how do I look?"
She smiles at Orchid. “Lovely. How do you feel.”
"I feel... good. Great, even! Powerful." Orchid turns to the Fount, looking at their reflection in the water for a brief while. "Huh... wasn't expecting to look so spiky- of course, that's not a bad thing, just not what I was expecting."
“Well, as they say, the most beautiful rose bears the most thorns.”
Orchid smiles, showing fang-like thorns that resemble those of a snake. "Thank you- not just for the compliment, obviously. I am in your debt- more so than before."
“Don’t feel indebted to me. I want to help you.” She smiles warmly at Orchid.
"And I want to help you as well." Orchid grins, once again showing her new fangs. "I look forward to our working together."
“Well alright.” Savut shakes Orchid’s hand. “I’m sure we’ll do much good together in the future.”
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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.
"As do I." They look back at the Fount's reflection briefly, pondering something. "So, what shall we do first? Some grand plan? A couple odd jobs? Something in between?"
A mortal has been gathering physical and political power while the gods fought and committed atrocities. He's been alive for an excessive amount of time, what must be over a hundred years by now, but he remains in his prime. Unbeknownst to him, he has amassed enough power to become a Will himself.
In his early years, he was a violent man, killing and eating other mortals on a whim. But slowly, he learned two weapons previously unheard of among mortals: flesh, and the almighty dollar. He became known as the Meat King, a warlord turned businessman. Canneries and farms were built, but his real power wasn't his fleshbending or his resources... it was the worship the mortals gave him. Their belief that he would keep them safe and fed carried many mortals through the reigns of Faltros and Happy Chaos. Now he actually had the raw divine force to follow through on his promises.
Meat King, Level 1 God, Flesh Domain
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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.
Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
The Blood Presence appears next to him in a form it has not yet seen, taking the form of a middle aged woman, clasping her hands, a motherly look in her eyes. They watch Alabastor work in his training with the weapon they crafted for them.
A mortal has been gathering physical and political power while the gods fought and committed atrocities. He's been alive for an excessive amount of time, what must be over a hundred years by now, but he remains in his prime. Unbeknownst to him, he has amassed enough power to become a Will himself.
In his early years, he was a violent man, killing and eating other mortals on a whim. But slowly, he learned two weapons previously unheard of among mortals: flesh, and the almighty dollar. He became known as the Meat King, a warlord turned businessman. Canneries and farms were built, but his real power wasn't his fleshbending or his resources... it was the worship the mortals gave him. Their belief that he would keep them safe and fed carried many mortals through the reigns of Faltros and Happy Chaos. Now he actually had the raw divine force to follow through on his promises.
Meat King, Level 1 God, Flesh Domain
Outside of one of this new Will's factories, a chill wind billows from an approaching storm, carrying occasional specks of snow. A colossal stone temple floats upon a stone island that can only be seen with the occasional flashes of lightning within that shows its silhouette from within the blizzard. It carries the storm with it, and it's getting closer.
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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)
A mortal has been gathering physical and political power while the gods fought and committed atrocities. He's been alive for an excessive amount of time, what must be over a hundred years by now, but he remains in his prime. Unbeknownst to him, he has amassed enough power to become a Will himself.
In his early years, he was a violent man, killing and eating other mortals on a whim. But slowly, he learned two weapons previously unheard of among mortals: flesh, and the almighty dollar. He became known as the Meat King, a warlord turned businessman. Canneries and farms were built, but his real power wasn't his fleshbending or his resources... it was the worship the mortals gave him. Their belief that he would keep them safe and fed carried many mortals through the reigns of Faltros and Happy Chaos. Now he actually had the raw divine force to follow through on his promises.
Meat King, Level 1 God, Flesh Domain
Outside of one of this new Will's factories, a chill wind billows from an approaching storm, carrying occasional specks of snow. A colossal stone temple floats upon a stone island that can only be seen with the occasional flashes of lightning within that shows its silhouette from within the blizzard. It carries the storm with it, and it's getting closer.
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
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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.
A mortal has been gathering physical and political power while the gods fought and committed atrocities. He's been alive for an excessive amount of time, what must be over a hundred years by now, but he remains in his prime. Unbeknownst to him, he has amassed enough power to become a Will himself.
In his early years, he was a violent man, killing and eating other mortals on a whim. But slowly, he learned two weapons previously unheard of among mortals: flesh, and the almighty dollar. He became known as the Meat King, a warlord turned businessman. Canneries and farms were built, but his real power wasn't his fleshbending or his resources... it was the worship the mortals gave him. Their belief that he would keep them safe and fed carried many mortals through the reigns of Faltros and Happy Chaos. Now he actually had the raw divine force to follow through on his promises.
Meat King, Level 1 God, Flesh Domain
Outside of one of this new Will's factories, a chill wind billows from an approaching storm, carrying occasional specks of snow. A colossal stone temple floats upon a stone island that can only be seen with the occasional flashes of lightning within that shows its silhouette from within the blizzard. It carries the storm with it, and it's getting closer.
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
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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)
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
He looks up, his eyes rapidly adapting to the storm so that he can see at all. He seems confused for a second, then smiles. "Just a friendly greeting? Well, greetings to you as well! I was expecting a more... violent introduction. This is much better!"
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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.
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
He looks up, his eyes rapidly adapting to the storm so that he can see at all. He seems confused for a second, then smiles. "Just a friendly greeting? Well, greetings to you as well! I was expecting a more... violent introduction. This is much better!"
The figure that he sees appears to be a somewhat-humanoid being entirely composed of glacial blue ice, clad in silver armor with blue and white fabrics in some places. The Will has a pair of large cloth wings that are decorated in similar patterns and hues, and they possess five glowing white motes of light in the front of their head that resemble an alien configuration of eyes.
"I am Sarahphym, Greater Will of Winter, Cold, and all within those domains. Who are you?"
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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)
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
He looks up, his eyes rapidly adapting to the storm so that he can see at all. He seems confused for a second, then smiles. "Just a friendly greeting? Well, greetings to you as well! I was expecting a more... violent introduction. This is much better!"
The figure that he sees appears to be a somewhat-humanoid being entirely composed of glacial blue ice, clad in silver armor with blue and white fabrics in some places. The Will has a pair of large cloth wings that are decorated in similar patterns and hues, and they possess five glowing white motes of light in the front of their head that resemble an alien configuration of eyes.
"I am Sarahphym, Greater Will of Winter, Cold, and all within those domains. Who are you?"
"I am simply the Meat King. I am a businessman and a protector of my customers: fellow mortals. That is about all I am. I used to be a lot of things, but I've pruned down my sins to just a few major ones."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Cogintius has learned how to create avatars of himself and plans to send them out into the world to explore and help others. (I finally realized it was a bit repetitive to have everyone talk to the same guard and then have the same guard do the same thing to get the same old guy to give access to the same wards just to talk with the old guy.)
The void is watching people, like it always does.
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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
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
He looks up, his eyes rapidly adapting to the storm so that he can see at all. He seems confused for a second, then smiles. "Just a friendly greeting? Well, greetings to you as well! I was expecting a more... violent introduction. This is much better!"
The figure that he sees appears to be a somewhat-humanoid being entirely composed of glacial blue ice, clad in silver armor with blue and white fabrics in some places. The Will has a pair of large cloth wings that are decorated in similar patterns and hues, and they possess five glowing white motes of light in the front of their head that resemble an alien configuration of eyes.
"I am Sarahphym, Greater Will of Winter, Cold, and all within those domains. Who are you?"
"I am simply the Meat King. I am a businessman and a protector of my customers: fellow mortals. That is about all I am. I used to be a lot of things, but I've pruned down my sins to just a few major ones."
"Fascinating..." There is a brief pause, with a second of only the wind being heard. "If I may ask, what business do you run here?"
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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)
Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
The Blood Presence appears next to him in a form it has not yet seen, taking the form of a middle aged woman, clasping her hands, a motherly look in her eyes. They watch Alabastor work in his training with the weapon they crafted for them.
Al would soon stop, confused by the woman’s presence. “Hello?”
TF is in the City of Peace, explaining to the general public what happens now happy is dead.
Hellfire/Kagorax Reincarnated is exploring the world, gaining power so one day he may fulfil his oath.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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*MEAT KING.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*GLORIOUS MEAT KING*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And I want to help you as well." Orchid grins, once again showing her new fangs. "I look forward to our working together."
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)
Alabastor is currently practicing with his trick weapon. He has become quite proficient at it, and unlocking the eldritch truth he has acquired by infusing his own blood with great arcane power, learning the art of Blood Archery.
*I’m using the version of him for the Bloodborne thread powered up, but I’m still figuring out if I want to just keep him a full fighter or multi-class Warlock, and if so what warlock should I make him.*
“Well alright.” Savut shakes Orchid’s hand. “I’m sure we’ll do much good together in the future.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*snippet for Orchid and Savut*
"As do I." They look back at the Fount's reflection briefly, pondering something. "So, what shall we do first? Some grand plan? A couple odd jobs? Something in between?"
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)
A mortal has been gathering physical and political power while the gods fought and committed atrocities. He's been alive for an excessive amount of time, what must be over a hundred years by now, but he remains in his prime. Unbeknownst to him, he has amassed enough power to become a Will himself.
In his early years, he was a violent man, killing and eating other mortals on a whim. But slowly, he learned two weapons previously unheard of among mortals: flesh, and the almighty dollar. He became known as the Meat King, a warlord turned businessman. Canneries and farms were built, but his real power wasn't his fleshbending or his resources... it was the worship the mortals gave him. Their belief that he would keep them safe and fed carried many mortals through the reigns of Faltros and Happy Chaos. Now he actually had the raw divine force to follow through on his promises.
Meat King, Level 1 God, Flesh Domain
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Blood Presence appears next to him in a form it has not yet seen, taking the form of a middle aged woman, clasping her hands, a motherly look in her eyes. They watch Alabastor work in his training with the weapon they crafted for them.
Outside of one of this new Will's factories, a chill wind billows from an approaching storm, carrying occasional specks of snow. A colossal stone temple floats upon a stone island that can only be seen with the occasional flashes of lightning within that shows its silhouette from within the blizzard. It carries the storm with it, and it's getting closer.
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)
A pool of blood appears on the ground, and a discolored, massively oversized gnoll rises out of it, dressed in finery with gleaming rings made by master craftsmen. He straightens his tie, a sign of nervousness in an otherwise perfect facade of stoicism.
"Ah, who would this be?" He mutters.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The snowstorm continues to advance until a white-out blizzard fully engulfs the factory, and the Temple stops at roughly a hundred feet above the ground. From the temple emerges... well, it's hard to see what exactly emerges from the temple, due to the poor visibility, but a shape very vaguely resembling a winged humanoid can be seen as a shadow within the storm.
"Greetings, new Will."
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)
He looks up, his eyes rapidly adapting to the storm so that he can see at all. He seems confused for a second, then smiles. "Just a friendly greeting? Well, greetings to you as well! I was expecting a more... violent introduction. This is much better!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure that he sees appears to be a somewhat-humanoid being entirely composed of glacial blue ice, clad in silver armor with blue and white fabrics in some places. The Will has a pair of large cloth wings that are decorated in similar patterns and hues, and they possess five glowing white motes of light in the front of their head that resemble an alien configuration of eyes.
"I am Sarahphym, Greater Will of Winter, Cold, and all within those domains. Who are you?"
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)
"I am simply the Meat King. I am a businessman and a protector of my customers: fellow mortals. That is about all I am. I used to be a lot of things, but I've pruned down my sins to just a few major ones."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gtg soon but*
Cogintius has learned how to create avatars of himself and plans to send them out into the world to explore and help others. (I finally realized it was a bit repetitive to have everyone talk to the same guard and then have the same guard do the same thing to get the same old guy to give access to the same wards just to talk with the old guy.)
The void is watching people, like it always does.
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
"Fascinating..." There is a brief pause, with a second of only the wind being heard. "If I may ask, what business do you run here?"
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)
*gtg for the night, bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye! Have a good night!*
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)
Al would soon stop, confused by the woman’s presence. “Hello?”
TF is in the City of Peace, explaining to the general public what happens now happy is dead.
Hellfire/Kagorax Reincarnated is exploring the world, gaining power so one day he may fulfil his oath.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.