Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Szerucharz has set up a massive rack and is draining the blood of at least ten gods into a large chalice. Their dead bodies hang there, throats cut and flesh scarred. The mountain-sized Will chuckles to himself as he rubs his massive seven-fingered gloves together with glee.
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Szerucharz, butcher of gods. What is the purpose for this visit? I hope it is simple pleasure and not something more serious."
"indeed. i figured, since my mortal form is dead, i should get to know you."
"My specialty is death, not undeath. If your body gives out completely, I'll come get you, but until then you're fine. Well, maybe. What have you created so far?" He sits down.
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
The Chestplate very suddenly comes off with a satisfying pop. A rush of flame streaks out, taking a vaguely humanoid form. "Well then, that was... unexpected. I don't really know what to say other than to thank you." The armour itself totters about for a bit, the chestplate seemingly on a hinge, before it comes to a stop in a standing position. A small bit of fire remains inside and seems to be able to control the suit like a mech.
"That would be much appreciated. Ilnarthi needs a break."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
The Chestplate very suddenly comes off with a satisfying pop. A rush of flame streaks out, taking a vaguely humanoid form. "Well then, that was... unexpected. I don't really know what to say other than to thank you." The armour itself totters about for a bit, the chestplate seemingly on a hinge, before it comes to a stop in a standing position. A small bit of fire remains inside and seems to be able to control the suit like a mech.
"That would be much appreciated. Ilnarthi needs a break."
Slayer feels significantly weaker to their senses "That was taxing. Very taxing indeed. You are very welcome for that. Now that one of your problems is solved let us begin on the other if you do not have anything else to add."
"Well I'll go do that then. Bye!" He vanishes.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
The Chestplate very suddenly comes off with a satisfying pop. A rush of flame streaks out, taking a vaguely humanoid form. "Well then, that was... unexpected. I don't really know what to say other than to thank you." The armour itself totters about for a bit, the chestplate seemingly on a hinge, before it comes to a stop in a standing position. A small bit of fire remains inside and seems to be able to control the suit like a mech.
"That would be much appreciated. Ilnarthi needs a break."
Slayer feels significantly weaker to their senses "That was taxing. Very taxing indeed. You are very welcome for that. Now that one of your problems is solved let us begin on the other if you do not have anything else to add."
"Well I'll go do that then. Bye!" He vanishes.
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
TF stays in the temple, looking out on the chaotic canvas that is the world, and the small part that is his domain. He finds himself thinking of words that would describe it. Tapestry, canvas, mosaic; he gets stuck then, trying to think of another word. After a minute, he finds one. Smorgasbord. A universe smorgasbord. He likes the term. Maybe he, or others, will use it in the future.
*TF just reached 100,000 for the second time in his life*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
Slayer watches his hand piece itself back to perfect health before puffing out some smoke and sitting back down "Where does your hatred come from?" He gains a clipboard and glasses "Tell me how you feel."
"Szerucharz, butcher of gods. What is the purpose for this visit? I hope it is simple pleasure and not something more serious."
"indeed. i figured, since my mortal form is dead, i should get to know you."
"My specialty is death, not undeath. If your body gives out completely, I'll come get you, but until then you're fine. Well, maybe. What have you created so far?" He sits down.
"oh, i know that. but im not really undead, my divine power is merely pulling a bit of life from before my ascencion. as for creations, not much. i built a clockwork arthropod and pulled a mountain from the old world, but neither of those are truly 'creations'"
"Szerucharz, butcher of gods. What is the purpose for this visit? I hope it is simple pleasure and not something more serious."
"indeed. i figured, since my mortal form is dead, i should get to know you."
"My specialty is death, not undeath. If your body gives out completely, I'll come get you, but until then you're fine. Well, maybe. What have you created so far?" He sits down.
"oh, i know that. but im not really undead, my divine power is merely pulling a bit of life from before my ascencion. as for creations, not much. i built a clockwork arthropod and pulled a mountain from the old world, but neither of those are truly 'creations'"
"I see. Interesting. If you ever want or need to die, I'll be here for you. Have you any concerns to address at the moment?"
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
Slayer watches his hand piece itself back to perfect health before puffing out some smoke and sitting back down "Where does your hatred come from?" He gains a clipboard and glasses "Tell me how you feel."
Hellfire goes back into the armour to sit down. "A relic, the crown of slaughter. You may have heard of it. It whispered to me of power. It did the same with Foreir. He claimed ownership of it. I disputed.I ran for a while, but finally we fought at my tower.I lost and blew up, I don't know how my armour survived but it did, so did my blade and apparently, my soul. You could view it as a petty hate, more of a rivalry than anything. I don't even know where Foreir is at the moment. I feel, now, that proper life with emotions and all was as limiting as being a soul in a suit of armour."
*gotta go. I love slayer*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
Slayer watches his hand piece itself back to perfect health before puffing out some smoke and sitting back down "Where does your hatred come from?" He gains a clipboard and glasses "Tell me how you feel."
Hellfire goes back into the armour to sit down. "A relic, the crown of slaughter. You may have heard of it. It whispered to me of power. It did the same with Foreir. He claimed ownership of it. I disputed.I ran for a while, but finally we fought at my tower.I lost and blew up, I don't know how my armour survived but it did, so did my blade and apparently, my soul. You could view it as a petty hate, more of a rivalry than anything. I don't even know where Foreir is at the moment. I feel, now, that proper life with emotions and all was as limiting as being a soul in a suit of armour."
*gotta go. I love slayer*
"Emotions are a mighty thing, and power comes at a risky cost. You learned that personally, and so have I. You hate Forerir for taking what you believed should have been yours, and now that is what holds you in this realm. Interesting."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hellfire thinks for a moment. "I don't know what a therapist is, but I accept."
"Of course. Ilnarthi is still struggling with all of this..."
"Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like something to drink?" He says crossing his legs in his seat.
"I assume that Asuka has both made things easier and more difficult?"
"I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me." Hellfire replies. To make a point his inner fire flares up through the cracks and joins in his armour.
"I haven't seen much of him. I had a talk with him a few days ago, had a look at the book you gave him. He's been present at the council meetings, but he's not been very sociable, if that's the right word."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
The Chestplate very suddenly comes off with a satisfying pop. A rush of flame streaks out, taking a vaguely humanoid form. "Well then, that was... unexpected. I don't really know what to say other than to thank you." The armour itself totters about for a bit, the chestplate seemingly on a hinge, before it comes to a stop in a standing position. A small bit of fire remains inside and seems to be able to control the suit like a mech.
"That would be much appreciated. Ilnarthi needs a break."
Slayer feels significantly weaker to their senses "That was taxing. Very taxing indeed. You are very welcome for that. Now that one of your problems is solved let us begin on the other if you do not have anything else to add."
"Well I'll go do that then. Bye!" He vanishes.
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
TF stays in the temple, looking out on the chaotic canvas that is the world, and the small part that is his domain. He finds himself thinking of words that would describe it. Tapestry, canvas, mosaic; he gets stuck then, trying to think of another word. After a minute, he finds one. Smorgasbord. A universe smorgasbord. He likes the term. Maybe he, or others, will use it in the future.
*TF just reached 100,000 for the second time in his life*
*When everyone said "This really is a board of smorgas" I cried. Peak cinema.
(Also yes I know smorgasbord doesn't mean a board of smorgas)*
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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
"Szerucharz, butcher of gods. What is the purpose for this visit? I hope it is simple pleasure and not something more serious."
"indeed. i figured, since my mortal form is dead, i should get to know you."
"My specialty is death, not undeath. If your body gives out completely, I'll come get you, but until then you're fine. Well, maybe. What have you created so far?" He sits down.
"oh, i know that. but im not really undead, my divine power is merely pulling a bit of life from before my ascencion. as for creations, not much. i built a clockwork arthropod and pulled a mountain from the old world, but neither of those are truly 'creations'"
"I see. Interesting. If you ever want or need to die, I'll be here for you. Have you any concerns to address at the moment?"
"no. i have... precautions... against the death of my divine half. and no, i have no concerns."
"How about a smoke then?" A pipe materializes in his hand, and he offers it to the flaming suit of armor gentle "They aren't bad."
"That sounds like Asuka, also he shouldn't know that I can visit." He smiles "It is always good to see you in the land of the living old friend, do you know how my other friends, or rather associates have felt about my passing?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Szerucharz has set up a massive rack and is draining the blood of at least ten gods into a large chalice. Their dead bodies hang there, throats cut and flesh scarred. The mountain-sized Will chuckles to himself as he rubs his massive seven-fingered gloves together with glee.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't have lungs." He sighs. "Being an armour stand is very limiting."
"I'm unsure if I'm properly acquainted with anyone except you, so if you could tell me who they are I might be able to manifest some knowledge from the arcane library inside here." He taps his head. It sounds very solid.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Well flames basically breath, maybe I could help you with that too."
"Well you would have seen Balatro at the attempt to kill Faltros, the one I threatened until he teleported away. You most likely would have heard of sweets, the snow angel of the city of order. Also don't call her sweets, she hates it, and it's my thing."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'd burn the pipe anyway." He lets out a grinding noise which slayer guesses is a sigh. "I don't see how you could help me with being a god's soul trapped in a suit of armour, it's just what I am."
"Balatro..." TF is silent for a while. "He's in the desert somewhere, making a... theatre. I don't believe he knows you're dead. As for Saraphym, I believe that's her real name," He thinks for a moment. "She's massing an army for who knows what. I don't really know much about her so I can't use my magic to intrude upon her business and mind." He chuckles to himself.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Don't worry, I can make the pipe durable enough, as for helping you." He gets up and puts his fingers slightly under the armor "Let's see if I can do this the right way and pull you free." *If he were to use Power points, how many would it take?*
"Both of them do know that I'm dead, I'm quite certain of that." He grins "You can always ask them you know? They are very fun to mess with, and if you make a clone you can leave without causing worry."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What are you doing?" Hellfire says uncertainly. Slayer's fingers get the worst sunburn they've ever had and will ever get. *To get Kag's soul out of the armour? 50,000?*
"I would fail miserably to do anything except prise every last bit of knowledge from their brains in the space of ten minutes and then leave."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"indeed. i figured, since my mortal form is dead, i should get to know you."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
He groans "Getting you out of this armor, you are welcome." Shadow gathers at his hand as it fills with power, tugging once with all the strength he has. 50,000 power points. *He has exactly 57,000 before this.*
"If you want me to make you an assistant for all of this you can just ask. I would be happy to."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"My specialty is death, not undeath. If your body gives out completely, I'll come get you, but until then you're fine. Well, maybe. What have you created so far?" He sits down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Chestplate very suddenly comes off with a satisfying pop. A rush of flame streaks out, taking a vaguely humanoid form. "Well then, that was... unexpected. I don't really know what to say other than to thank you." The armour itself totters about for a bit, the chestplate seemingly on a hinge, before it comes to a stop in a standing position. A small bit of fire remains inside and seems to be able to control the suit like a mech.
"That would be much appreciated. Ilnarthi needs a break."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Slayer feels significantly weaker to their senses "That was taxing. Very taxing indeed. You are very welcome for that. Now that one of your problems is solved let us begin on the other if you do not have anything else to add."
"Well I'll go do that then. Bye!" He vanishes.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Hellfire goes inside the armour again, then moves around, then comes out. "Hmm. I have much more liberty like this." He mutters to himself. "We may continue. I must pay you back some day."
TF stays in the temple, looking out on the chaotic canvas that is the world, and the small part that is his domain. He finds himself thinking of words that would describe it. Tapestry, canvas, mosaic; he gets stuck then, trying to think of another word. After a minute, he finds one. Smorgasbord. A universe smorgasbord. He likes the term. Maybe he, or others, will use it in the future.
*TF just reached 100,000 for the second time in his life*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Slayer watches his hand piece itself back to perfect health before puffing out some smoke and sitting back down "Where does your hatred come from?" He gains a clipboard and glasses "Tell me how you feel."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"oh, i know that. but im not really undead, my divine power is merely pulling a bit of life from before my ascencion. as for creations, not much. i built a clockwork arthropod and pulled a mountain from the old world, but neither of those are truly 'creations'"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"I see. Interesting. If you ever want or need to die, I'll be here for you. Have you any concerns to address at the moment?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hellfire goes back into the armour to sit down. "A relic, the crown of slaughter. You may have heard of it. It whispered to me of power. It did the same with Foreir. He claimed ownership of it. I disputed.I ran for a while, but finally we fought at my tower.I lost and blew up, I don't know how my armour survived but it did, so did my blade and apparently, my soul. You could view it as a petty hate, more of a rivalry than anything. I don't even know where Foreir is at the moment. I feel, now, that proper life with emotions and all was as limiting as being a soul in a suit of armour."
*gotta go. I love slayer*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Emotions are a mighty thing, and power comes at a risky cost. You learned that personally, and so have I. You hate Forerir for taking what you believed should have been yours, and now that is what holds you in this realm. Interesting."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*When everyone said "This really is a board of smorgas" I cried. Peak cinema.
(Also yes I know smorgasbord doesn't mean a board of smorgas)*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"no. i have... precautions... against the death of my divine half. and no, i have no concerns."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye