"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."
"Ah. I'm afraid I have something important to tell you, regardless of whether you want to listen. My job is to silence the abusive actions of Wills of any kind. If you find any abuse or abusers like that, please call me. If you feel like you're becoming an abuser, I can schedule an immediate therapy session to try and help you not be that way. But in the end, I am a very hungry peacekeeper, as you can probably tell." He stuffs a former god of time from a different plane into his mouth, savoring the crunch of the bones.
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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.
Somewhere south of Crotalus's desert, a jungle has been born. The jungle grows up around a stony peak and deep inside the mountain is a cavern. Inside this cavern, there is a tree growing in a shaft of light coming in through a crack in the ceiling. Strange, draconic bones seem to be embedded in the stone walls of the cavern and lurking in the cave is a twisted beast covered in scales.
Somewhere south of Crotalus's desert, a jungle has been born. The jungle grows up around a stony peak and deep inside the mountain is a cavern. Inside this cavern, there is a tree growing in a shaft of light coming in through a crack in the ceiling. Strange, draconic bones seem to be embedded in the stone walls of the cavern and lurking in the cave is a twisted beast covered in scales.
The God Born Dead lies restless.
*I enjoy!*
Szerucharz stomps over, humming to himself in his deep, mighty voice. "Is that something new I taste in the air?"
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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.
Somewhere south of Crotalus's desert, a jungle has been born. The jungle grows up around a stony peak and deep inside the mountain is a cavern. Inside this cavern, there is a tree growing in a shaft of light coming in through a crack in the ceiling. Strange, draconic bones seem to be embedded in the stone walls of the cavern and lurking in the cave is a twisted beast covered in scales.
The God Born Dead lies restless.
*I enjoy!*
Szerucharz stomps over, humming to himself in his deep, mighty voice. "Is that something new I taste in the air?"
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
Somewhere south of Crotalus's desert, a jungle has been born. The jungle grows up around a stony peak and deep inside the mountain is a cavern. Inside this cavern, there is a tree growing in a shaft of light coming in through a crack in the ceiling. Strange, draconic bones seem to be embedded in the stone walls of the cavern and lurking in the cave is a twisted beast covered in scales.
The God Born Dead lies restless.
*I enjoy!*
Szerucharz stomps over, humming to himself in his deep, mighty voice. "Is that something new I taste in the air?"
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz is sharpening his knives, singing to himself as he does so.
"I can't remember What happened in September When everybody's gone, When it's dark and I'm alone..."
In the distance he would see a storm he recognizes, crashing thunder, roaring lightning, the signature of the Nameless King, his heavy steps approaching as carried several villages worth of people on his shoulders.
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
He speaks despite lacking lips, "Yes, he made me what I am. I came to him seeking the power and strength to defeat my enemies, but now that I have tasted the fruit of his tree and been granted that power, I realize that there are more important matters than my personal vengeance. In fact, I believe who I once was is dead and buried. A long forgotten fossil."
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
He speaks despite lacking lips, "Yes, he made me what I am. I came to him seeking the power and strength to defeat my enemies, but now that I have tasted the fruit of his tree and been granted that power, I realize that there are more important matters than my personal vengeance. In fact, I believe who I once was is dead and buried. A long forgotten fossil."
"Interesting. Could I try a fruit?"
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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 scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
He speaks despite lacking lips, "Yes, he made me what I am. I came to him seeking the power and strength to defeat my enemies, but now that I have tasted the fruit of his tree and been granted that power, I realize that there are more important matters than my personal vengeance. In fact, I believe who I once was is dead and buried. A long forgotten fossil."
"Interesting. Could I try a fruit?"
"The fruit is sacred," says the saurian disciple, "Unless you are willing to give yourself over to the power of the God Born Dead, then I wouldn't taste the fruit. The tree was watered by his blood and it holds the last remnants of his power. I ate of the fruit and became his vessel. Now I seek to flesh my god's stone bones."
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
He speaks despite lacking lips, "Yes, he made me what I am. I came to him seeking the power and strength to defeat my enemies, but now that I have tasted the fruit of his tree and been granted that power, I realize that there are more important matters than my personal vengeance. In fact, I believe who I once was is dead and buried. A long forgotten fossil."
"Interesting. Could I try a fruit?"
"The fruit is sacred," says the saurian disciple, "Unless you are willing to give yourself over to the power of the God Born Dead, then I wouldn't taste the fruit. The tree was watered by his blood and it holds the last remnants of his power. I ate of the fruit and became his vessel. Now I seek to flesh my god's stone bones."
"I see." he rubs where his chin should be. "Could I perhaps provide some flesh? I have many dead gods, demons, and great ones in my kitchen, wasting away in the dark."
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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 fruit is sacred," says the saurian disciple, "Unless you are willing to give yourself over to the power of the God Born Dead, then I wouldn't taste the fruit. The tree was watered by his blood and it holds the last remnants of his power. I ate of the fruit and became his vessel. Now I seek to flesh my god's stone bones."
"I see." he rubs where his chin should be. "Could I perhaps provide some flesh? I have many dead gods, demons, and great ones in my kitchen, wasting away in the dark."
An eager, fiery light blazes in the pits of his eye sockets, "That would be a gift of magnificent proportions. There is nothing we desire more."
"Ah. I'm afraid I have something important to tell you, regardless of whether you want to listen. My job is to silence the abusive actions of Wills of any kind. If you find any abuse or abusers like that, please call me. If you feel like you're becoming an abuser, I can schedule an immediate therapy session to try and help you not be that way. But in the end, I am a very hungry peacekeeper, as you can probably tell." He stuffs a former god of time from a different plane into his mouth, savoring the crunch of the bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz is sharpening his knives, singing to himself as he does so.
"I can't remember
What happened in September
When everybody's gone,
When it's dark and I'm alone..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m at the point where I want to make a new Will again but I have no slots, and I don’t necessarily want to remove any of my current wills either.*
*Thanks for reminding me!*
ANNOUNCEMENT: RULE 9 HAS BEEN REMOVED. YOU MAY HAVE AS MANY WILLS AS YOU DESIRE.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Somewhere south of Crotalus's desert, a jungle has been born. The jungle grows up around a stony peak and deep inside the mountain is a cavern. Inside this cavern, there is a tree growing in a shaft of light coming in through a crack in the ceiling. Strange, draconic bones seem to be embedded in the stone walls of the cavern and lurking in the cave is a twisted beast covered in scales.
The God Born Dead lies restless.
*I enjoy!*
Szerucharz stomps over, humming to himself in his deep, mighty voice. "Is that something new I taste in the air?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A scale encrusted voice hisses from a dark corner of the cave. "On the contrary, this is the taste of something born old and forgotten." Out of the shadows steps a strange monster. Its bones are exposed, they seem to have been warped and twisted, exploding from the creatures flesh. Fragments of the creatures old skin have hardened as green and red scales stretched thin across the beast's form. Its arms are long and clawed, wide spread, taloned, sickle-curved toes click on the stone floor, and a long tail sweeps the dust behind it. A long snout full of yellowed, sharp, peg-like teeth grows from its face and a curved, horn-like crest rises from its forehead. The beast stands at over eight feet tall and dirty rags are hang torn and neglected across his body. "Welcome," it hisses, "To the first temple of the God Born Dead."
"You're a cute one. Who is this God Born Dead person? Did they make you?" He sounds sincere.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the distance he would see a storm he recognizes, crashing thunder, roaring lightning, the signature of the Nameless King, his heavy steps approaching as carried several villages worth of people on his shoulders.
*Do you want to deal with Happy again soon?*
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.)
He speaks despite lacking lips, "Yes, he made me what I am. I came to him seeking the power and strength to defeat my enemies, but now that I have tasted the fruit of his tree and been granted that power, I realize that there are more important matters than my personal vengeance. In fact, I believe who I once was is dead and buried. A long forgotten fossil."
"Interesting. Could I try a fruit?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm sorry, but how many power points does it take to make a true artifact again?*
*None. It's free.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The fruit is sacred," says the saurian disciple, "Unless you are willing to give yourself over to the power of the God Born Dead, then I wouldn't taste the fruit. The tree was watered by his blood and it holds the last remnants of his power. I ate of the fruit and became his vessel. Now I seek to flesh my god's stone bones."
*Oh dang. I was greatly mistaken.*
"I see." he rubs where his chin should be. "Could I perhaps provide some flesh? I have many dead gods, demons, and great ones in my kitchen, wasting away in the dark."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You have just opened the flood gates my friend. Expect to drown. Let me make an intro real quick.*
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.)
An eager, fiery light blazes in the pits of his eye sockets, "That would be a gift of magnificent proportions. There is nothing we desire more."
*Actually I don't have any insperation right now, but I will later. Might make Sosuke Aizen.*
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.)
*Yay!! Let the chaos begin!*