Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around 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.
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
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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.
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
“Greeting.” The Tarrasque creature says in a deep rumbling voice. “The desert is an odd place to set up a stage.”
He begins to understand there are more eldtrich entities beyond the Moon Presence, and they hide from the hunters, afraid of them and their patron.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
“Greeting.” The Tarrasque creature says in a deep rumbling voice. “The desert is an odd place to set up a stage.”
“Well, less people to disturb, I figure. What can I do for ya?”
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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.
He begins to understand there are more eldtrich entities beyond the Moon Presence, and they hide from the hunters, afraid of them and their patron.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
“Greeting.” The Tarrasque creature says in a deep rumbling voice. “The desert is an odd place to set up a stage.”
“Well, less people to disturb, I figure. What can I do for ya?”
“Nothing much, I was simply exploring this land when I happened upon your minions and stage. Are you preparing for a show of some sort?”
Rendy has traveled to the City of Order and is exploring.
Hekzia is traversing through the Valley, observing the tree at its center.
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around it.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
“Greeting.” The Tarrasque creature says in a deep rumbling voice. “The desert is an odd place to set up a stage.”
“Well, less people to disturb, I figure. What can I do for ya?”
“Nothing much, I was simply exploring this land when I happened upon your minions and stage. Are you preparing for a show of some sort?”
“…not exactly. My plan is to build far, FAR more than just this structure. This is just the point of expansion.”
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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.
He begins to understand there are more eldtrich entities beyond the Moon Presence, and they hide from the hunters, afraid of them and their patron.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
“I see….should I be worried about them though?”
“They will most likely seek to extinguish you once they find you, so I’d say so.”
He begins to understand there are more eldtrich entities beyond the Moon Presence, and they hide from the hunters, afraid of them and their patron.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
“I see….should I be worried about them though?”
“They will most likely seek to extinguish you once they find you, so I’d say so.”
“I will keep that in mind then if I encounter any of these imitations.”
He begins to understand there are more eldtrich entities beyond the Moon Presence, and they hide from the hunters, afraid of them and their patron.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
“I see….should I be worried about them though?”
“They will most likely seek to extinguish you once they find you, so I’d say so.”
“I will keep that in mind then if I encounter any of these imitations.”
“I hope that you do. So what did you think of the cookie itself?”
Balatro and his few devil and skeleton minions are constructing a giant colosseum/black box theater out of gargantuan bones and black wood. Braziers full of bloodred fire burn around 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.
“Are there…more like you out there….?” Al asks the Moon Presence as he is making sense of the knowledge he has been imparted.
Korzirak looks at the structure curiously, before walking over, his form massive like a kaiju towers over the building.
The skeletal jester walks from the grand double doors, grinning up at the behemoth. Faltros’s sword is held tightly at his side. “Greetings!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Greeting.” The Tarrasque creature says in a deep rumbling voice. “The desert is an odd place to set up a stage.”
“To my knowledge only a handful, metaphorically speaking that is.” They chuckles softly “None of them are truly like me, merely imitation of my power.”
“Well, less people to disturb, I figure. What can I do for ya?”
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 see….should I be worried about them though?”
“Nothing much, I was simply exploring this land when I happened upon your minions and stage. Are you preparing for a show of some sort?”
“…not exactly. My plan is to build far, FAR more than just this structure. This is just the point of expansion.”
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 see, so you are building a settlement here.”
He grins proudly. “Yep!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Do you need assistance?”
“They will most likely seek to extinguish you once they find you, so I’d say so.”
“Nah… that’s okay. Want to preserve the aesthetic. I’m doing alright, but thanks for inquiring!”
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 will keep that in mind then if I encounter any of these imitations.”
“If you insist. I’ll leave you to your work then, it was nice to meet you.”
“I hope that you do. So what did you think of the cookie itself?”
“I have never tasted anything like it, and I don’t know how to describe that”
“Well if you can’t describe it with words how about numbers? Say one to one hundred.”