The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
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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.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
The scuttling gets closer. Something stands up from the ground. A huge, black, wolf-like creature with feathers for fur and antlers coming out of its eyes. It is wrapped in bandages and iron thorns, both dripping with pitch black gore. It pulls its hood up and its cape over its agonized form. "I... am Zarznac... god of pain... and fear..."
"Oh erm tha- thats... very nice sir!" he manages to squeak out shaking in fear at the massive deformed wolf.
"You... are a good one. I... have a gift..." it reaches its claw into its cloak and pulls out a small jar with red sparks floating around inside. "This... is Understanding... use it... wisely..."
It offers the jar, absolutely tiny in the beast's claw.
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
"You... are... welcome..." a sharp inhale, and blood dribbles from the 15-ft tall monster's maw. "What... are you?"
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
Szerucharz digs through the earth carelessly, hoping to get a taste of some delicious rotting carcass.
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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 is trying to figure out what could have happened to Herionidus in the T.O.M, with no luck. When he hears that there are investigations going on in the area, he teleports there.
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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
The satyr walks forwards hesitantly and reaches out for the jar. "th-Thanks mi-mister."
"You... are... welcome..." a sharp inhale, and blood dribbles from the 15-ft tall monster's maw. "What... are you?"
He bleats in fear, "Sa-satyr si- sir."
"A... satyr? Never have I heard of-" he coughs, spraying black gore to the ground. "S-such a thing. Who... made you? Or were you here... (wheeze) from the beginning, like so many... (wheezing cackle) gods?"
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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.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
Szerucharz digs through the earth carelessly, hoping to get a taste of some delicious rotting carcass.
He finds a simple, but beautiful wooden coffin made out of some of Herionidus’ tree’s wood.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
Szerucharz digs through the earth carelessly, hoping to get a taste of some delicious rotting carcass.
He finds a simple, but beautiful wooden coffin made out of some of Herionidus’ tree’s wood.
He rips the lid off of the coffin, salivating profusely. He was near-equal to Herionidus in life, but now, in death, Herio's power was fading, and the coffin could not resist the power of the starveling beast.
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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.
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
Szerucharz digs through the earth carelessly, hoping to get a taste of some delicious rotting carcass.
He finds a simple, but beautiful wooden coffin made out of some of Herionidus’ tree’s wood.
He rips the lid off of the coffin, salivating profusely. He was near-equal to Herionidus in life, but now, in death, Herio's power was fading, and the coffin could not resist the power of the starveling beast.
He doesn’t see the decaying corpse of Herionidus. It seems to be a corpse, but it’s perfectly preserved. He is surrounded by flowers and offerings of food of all kinds. He is wearing black and white skeleton face paint, his hands and arms decorated the same way.
he suddenly starts moving, his eyes opening, his fingers tapping against the wood. He sits up in his own coffin.
Around the tree, twelve coffins rise from the earth and open by themselves. They reveal the preserved corpses of those who died to plagues. Their spirits rise from their body into the valley, looking around. The coffins close once more and open again, revealing new bodies, and more spirits. Food starts appearing on tables and the music starts.
”Szerucharz! Glad you could make it to the party!” Says Herionidus, level four God, now Grave Domain.
He rips the lid off of the coffin, salivating profusely. He was near-equal to Herionidus in life, but now, in death, Herio's power was fading, and the coffin could not resist the power of the starveling beast.
He doesn’t see the decaying corpse of Herionidus. It seems to be a corpse, but it’s perfectly preserved. He is surrounded by flowers and offerings of food of all kinds. He is wearing black and white skeleton face paint, his hands and arms decorated the same way.
he suddenly starts moving, his eyes opening, his fingers tapping against the wood. He sits up in his own coffin.
Around the tree, twelve coffins rise from the earth and open by themselves. They reveal the preserved corpses of those who died to plagues. Their spirits rise from their body into the valley, looking around. The coffins close once more and open again, revealing new bodies, and more spirits. Food starts appearing on tables and the music starts.
”Szerucharz! Glad you could make it to the party!” Says Herionidus, level four God, now Grave Domain.
Szerucharz steps back. "Aw, sorry 'bout your coffin bud. Thought you were dead, and I can't pass up a free meal. You know how it is..."
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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.
“Ah, makes sense. But that doesn’t matter now. Care to join the party? I have quite a few new people joining us.”
"Sure, why not? I haven't really attended one of your legendary parties for a while. Have I ever, actually? I don't remember. Anyway, if we're having a party, I might as well get you a gift. Got any meat?"
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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.
“Ah, makes sense. But that doesn’t matter now. Care to join the party? I have quite a few new people joining us.”
"Sure, why not? I haven't really attended one of your legendary parties for a while. Have I ever, actually? I don't remember. Anyway, if we're having a party, I might as well get you a gift. Got any meat?"
“Lots of it. There are a ton of deer and sheep here.”
*I gtg, about to take a flight*
*see ya'll later*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
The scent of death is growing ever stronger in Herionidus’ domain, so strong it’s making the humans worried. It’s centered beneath the tree, where Herionidus usually rests.
Szerucharz goes to investigate, driving the humans away with his aura of terror. He cares not for the damage he causes as he stomps toward the location, digging through the earth if he has to.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He eventually makes his way to the tree. So close to the source, he can now tell it’s buried underground. Six feet underground.
He bleats in fear, "Sa-satyr si- sir."
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Not Herionidus! He was the best of us.
PM me the word “Tomato”
Szerucharz digs through the earth carelessly, hoping to get a taste of some delicious rotting carcass.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*back*
Cogintius is trying to figure out what could have happened to Herionidus in the T.O.M, with no luck. When he hears that there are investigations going on in the area, he teleports there.
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
"A... satyr? Never have I heard of-" he coughs, spraying black gore to the ground. "S-such a thing. Who... made you? Or were you here... (wheeze) from the beginning, like so many... (wheezing cackle) gods?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He finds a simple, but beautiful wooden coffin made out of some of Herionidus’ tree’s wood.
He rips the lid off of the coffin, salivating profusely. He was near-equal to Herionidus in life, but now, in death, Herio's power was fading, and the coffin could not resist the power of the starveling beast.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He doesn’t see the decaying corpse of Herionidus. It seems to be a corpse, but it’s perfectly preserved. He is surrounded by flowers and offerings of food of all kinds. He is wearing black and white skeleton face paint, his hands and arms decorated the same way.
he suddenly starts moving, his eyes opening, his fingers tapping against the wood. He sits up in his own coffin.
Around the tree, twelve coffins rise from the earth and open by themselves. They reveal the preserved corpses of those who died to plagues. Their spirits rise from their body into the valley, looking around. The coffins close once more and open again, revealing new bodies, and more spirits. Food starts appearing on tables and the music starts.
”Szerucharz! Glad you could make it to the party!” Says Herionidus, level four God, now Grave Domain.
Szerucharz steps back. "Aw, sorry 'bout your coffin bud. Thought you were dead, and I can't pass up a free meal. You know how it is..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh, it’s Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” he says “just became a death god. Easy mistake to make. Besides, how would I die in the first place?”
"I dunno. Didn't think that far ahead. I was thinking one of those new kids got you or something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah, makes sense. But that doesn’t matter now. Care to join the party? I have quite a few new people joining us.”
"Sure, why not? I haven't really attended one of your legendary parties for a while. Have I ever, actually? I don't remember. Anyway, if we're having a party, I might as well get you a gift. Got any meat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Lots of it. There are a ton of deer and sheep here.”
*Luiolis was prepared to turn of the sun if Herionidus died, if only for a few minutes.*
PM me the word “Tomato”
*lol*
*Szerucharz got Jumpscared by Herionidus*