"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."
Szerucharz reaches into his pockets and draws out the flayed flesh of at least 40 gods. "Here's what I got on me so far. You look like you need a lot more though."
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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."
Szerucharz reaches into his pockets and draws out the flayed flesh of at least 40 gods. "Here's what I got on me so far. You look like you need a lot more though."
*So I was originally going to make it so that if a will offered up at least 100 power points in the form of their blood then the dinosaur god could be given form. Since you are giving him the remnants of 40 gods, are you okay with the god being born with 4,000 power points?*
"This will do finely. It will give him enough flesh to break free from these stone walls and then he can grow his own strength." He runs his clawed, scaly hand across the black bones embedded in the wall. A small tremor seems to pass through the earth.
Szerucharz reaches into his pockets and draws out the flayed flesh of at least 40 gods. "Here's what I got on me so far. You look like you need a lot more though."
*So I was originally going to make it so that if a will offered up at least 100 power points in the form of their blood then the dinosaur god could be given form. Since you are giving him the remnants of 40 gods, are you okay with the god being born with 4,000 power points?*
"This will do finely. It will give him enough flesh to break free from these stone walls and then he can grow his own strength." He runs his clawed, scaly hand across the black bones embedded in the wall. A small tremor seems to pass through the earth.
*Oh, absolutely.*
"Wonderful. I am curious to meet him."
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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 reaches into his pockets and draws out the flayed flesh of at least 40 gods. "Here's what I got on me so far. You look like you need a lot more though."
*So I was originally going to make it so that if a will offered up at least 100 power points in the form of their blood then the dinosaur god could be given form. Since you are giving him the remnants of 40 gods, are you okay with the god being born with 4,000 power points?*
"This will do finely. It will give him enough flesh to break free from these stone walls and then he can grow his own strength." He runs his clawed, scaly hand across the black bones embedded in the wall. A small tremor seems to pass through the earth.
*Oh, absolutely.*
"Wonderful. I am curious to meet him."
*Sweet.*
He takes the skins and casts them at the foot of the tree. Then he grabs a torch and lights it with a flick of his wrist. "You've been entombed in stone, as stone, for so long." he murmurs, "Now your bones will be bones and you'll be clothed in flesh once more." Then he throws the torch at the base of the tree and it explodes in flames. Savage, starving flames lick the leaves black and gnaw on the skins with famished hunger. A thick black smoke is spat out of the inferno but it does not behave as smoke ought. It roils as a cloud above the tree, refusing to rise higher into the cavern's ceiling. Strange shapes coalesce and form in the vapor before dissipating in a wave of blackness -- horned stampedes, sickle shaped claws, toothy maws, leathery wings, arching necks, curved spines, and spike tails thrashing in the smoke. The fire blazes for quite some time and the cloud of blackness grows blacker and blacker.
Then the smoke begins to move towards the stone wall, as if being sucked in by a great breath. It clings to the exposed bones as the earth begins to tremble and shake as something held tight in its embrace begins to escape. Immense stone blocks fall from the ceiling and shatter in catastrophic crashes and something begins to move in the smoke and dust. Two, dragon-like wings rise, spreading a red leathery membrane tight. The wings beat once, banishing the smoke and allowing you to get a good look at the monstrosity. A horned head lifts itself up and takes a deep breath through a beaked mouth. Its eyes are hollow sockets in a ceratopsian skull and its massive frill is rimmed with spikes. The titan's body is humanoid and exposed muscle appears scarlet where green scales failed to cover its form. A long, spiked tail sweeps across the ground behind it.
"Thank you," rumbles the dinosaurian titan, "for giving me flesh."
He takes the skins and casts them at the foot of the tree. Then he grabs a torch and lights it with a flick of his wrist. "You've been entombed in stone, as stone, for so long." he murmurs, "Now your bones will be bones and you'll be clothed in flesh once more." Then he throws the torch at the base of the tree and it explodes in flames. Savage, starving flames lick the leaves black and gnaw on the skins with famished hunger. A thick black smoke is spat out of the inferno but it does not behave as smoke ought. It roils as a cloud above the tree, refusing to rise higher into the cavern's ceiling. Strange shapes coalesce and form in the vapor before dissipating in a wave of blackness -- horned stampedes, sickle shaped claws, toothy maws, leathery wings, arching necks, curved spines, and spike tails thrashing in the smoke. The fire blazes for quite some time and the cloud of blackness grows blacker and blacker.
Then the smoke begins to move towards the stone wall, as if being sucked in by a great breath. It clings to the exposed bones as the earth begins to tremble and shake as something held tight in its embrace begins to escape. Immense stone blocks fall from the ceiling and shatter in catastrophic crashes and something begins to move in the smoke and dust. Two, dragon-like wings rise, spreading a red leathery membrane tight. The wings beat once, banishing the smoke and allowing you to get a good look at the monstrosity. A horned head lifts itself up and takes a deep breath through a beaked mouth. Its eyes are hollow sockets in a ceratopsian skull and its massive frill is rimmed with spikes. The titan's body is humanoid and exposed muscle appears scarlet where green scales failed to cover its form. A long, spiked tail sweeps across the ground behind it.
"Thank you," rumbles the dinosaurian titan, "for giving me flesh."
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
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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.
He takes the skins and casts them at the foot of the tree. Then he grabs a torch and lights it with a flick of his wrist. "You've been entombed in stone, as stone, for so long." he murmurs, "Now your bones will be bones and you'll be clothed in flesh once more." Then he throws the torch at the base of the tree and it explodes in flames. Savage, starving flames lick the leaves black and gnaw on the skins with famished hunger. A thick black smoke is spat out of the inferno but it does not behave as smoke ought. It roils as a cloud above the tree, refusing to rise higher into the cavern's ceiling. Strange shapes coalesce and form in the vapor before dissipating in a wave of blackness -- horned stampedes, sickle shaped claws, toothy maws, leathery wings, arching necks, curved spines, and spike tails thrashing in the smoke. The fire blazes for quite some time and the cloud of blackness grows blacker and blacker.
Then the smoke begins to move towards the stone wall, as if being sucked in by a great breath. It clings to the exposed bones as the earth begins to tremble and shake as something held tight in its embrace begins to escape. Immense stone blocks fall from the ceiling and shatter in catastrophic crashes and something begins to move in the smoke and dust. Two, dragon-like wings rise, spreading a red leathery membrane tight. The wings beat once, banishing the smoke and allowing you to get a good look at the monstrosity. A horned head lifts itself up and takes a deep breath through a beaked mouth. Its eyes are hollow sockets in a ceratopsian skull and its massive frill is rimmed with spikes. The titan's body is humanoid and exposed muscle appears scarlet where green scales failed to cover its form. A long, spiked tail sweeps across the ground behind it.
"Thank you," rumbles the dinosaurian titan, "for giving me flesh."
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
"Who do I thank for clothing my bones?" He says, asking for your name.
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
"Who do I thank for clothing my bones?" He says, asking for your name.
"Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods. I've branched out to other Wills, but I'm keeping the name."
"Szerucharz, I am Sauritan, the God Born Dead. While I slumbered in my bed of stone, I dreamt of ages long forgotten. Of a different form of dragon. Of reptiles who bore the feathers of birds and the fur of mammals and towered above all. I will people this world with my dreams."
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
"Who do I thank for clothing my bones?" He says, asking for your name.
"Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods. I've branched out to other Wills, but I'm keeping the name."
"Szerucharz, I am Sauritan, the God Born Dead. While I slumbered in my bed of stone, I dreamt of ages long forgotten. Of a different form of dragon. Of reptiles who bore the feathers of birds and the fur of mammals and towered above all. I will people this world with my dreams."
"And will you allow these children of yours, and their children after them to thrive?" He asks, suddenly deadly serious.
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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 in the world, something miraculous happens, something truly beautiful, beyond any other mortal. An apotheosis, a light of gold shines down from the sky as a mortal atop a high peak achieves a state no other mortal has. Someone has seen the truths of the world and of the universe as a whole, and because of such, can now see the things holding them behind, and with that knowledge, those chains were broken. A mere man has become a god, and with that, he has reached a state beyond anything else, something truly special. He is known merely as Buddha, the transcended one, god of peace.
*Might make Goku next, not sure how he would work though, so I’ll probably just make Oblivion or anything concept based Will.*
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
"Who do I thank for clothing my bones?" He says, asking for your name.
"Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods. I've branched out to other Wills, but I'm keeping the name."
"Szerucharz, I am Sauritan, the God Born Dead. While I slumbered in my bed of stone, I dreamt of ages long forgotten. Of a different form of dragon. Of reptiles who bore the feathers of birds and the fur of mammals and towered above all. I will people this world with my dreams."
"And will you allow these children of yours, and their children after them to thrive?" He asks, suddenly deadly serious.
His massive, horned head is cocked sidewise a little at your question. "Thrive? They will have to survive first. Life is not free, you must earn it first. But yes, if they can survive then they may thrive."
"Szerucharz, I am Sauritan, the God Born Dead. While I slumbered in my bed of stone, I dreamt of ages long forgotten. Of a different form of dragon. Of reptiles who bore the feathers of birds and the fur of mammals and towered above all. I will people this world with my dreams."
"And will you allow these children of yours, and their children after them to thrive?" He asks, suddenly deadly serious.
His massive, horned head is cocked sidewise a little at your question. "Thrive? They will have to survive first. Life is not free, you must earn it first. But yes, if they can survive then they may thrive."
"You are a god. You will build them to survive, to thrive... or I will put you back into the earth in more pieces than you could imagine. You are allowed to be uncaring, but you must never, ever be cruel. Do you understand my warning?" Strife and pain drip from his words, a hatred not directed at Sauritan but at the universe in general. At least in this flesh mountain's eyes, it is the arbiter of suffering, and the gods have no hope of taking its spot. A mad world deserves a mad ruler, after all.
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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.
*I have so many options to choose from for another will.
A Devil Lord of leadership, conquest, war, and fire that would act as a more benevolent version of Faltros who is a Cerberus.
A Demon who represents suffering and pestilence while also representing perseverance and community and is an insect queen.
I could introduce my Archfeys of the seasons/day and night cycle though they would overlap with a few beings.
I have a goddess of love, beautify, inspiration, and creativity that I could introduce as well, a formless being that always takes on the appearance of what the viewer finds most attractive, most generally beautiful, or what they find most awe inspiring (since I like the idea of a god of love not just being about physical attraction and conventional beauty, the followers and various sects of her Worshipers typically have different depictions of her depending on the culture).
I’ve also got a an idea of a Forgemaster but unlike Foreir he is more like an artificer who creates living constructs who can actually co-exist with creatures of flesh and can procreate on their own by consuming materials and fabricating offspring that “grow” but consuming materials to build themselves into larger, mature beings.
*I kinda want to make another will with relation to another. Hmmmm. Maybe a god of smoke and ash, formed from Foréir’s godly aura, giving life to the very smoke and ash around him.*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I kinda want to make another will with relation to another. Hmmmm. Maybe a god of smoke and ash, formed from Foréir’s godly aura, giving life to the very smoke and ash around him.*
*Would you be interesting in making Ichigo if I made Aizen? As my bro I thought I would ask.*
*I kinda want to make another will with relation to another. Hmmmm. Maybe a god of smoke and ash, formed from Foréir’s godly aura, giving life to the very smoke and ash around him.*
*Would you be interesting in making Ichigo if I made Aizen? As my bro I thought I would ask.*
*Not really. We could do that on the dome or something though*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Demons are fun. I actually also have two other demon ideas that are much more malicious. One is a demon of horrid mutation, curses, corruption, and monstrosities who lives to turn the creations of others into horrid and twisted reflections. The other is a demon of hopelessness and apathy who drains people of their positive emotions and then their negative emotions until they are nothing but husks before he devours the souls and seeks to bring the world to oblivion.*
*Demons are fun. I actually also have two other demon ideas that are much more malicious. One is a demon of horrid mutation, curses, corruption, and monstrosities who lives to turn the creations of others into horrid and twisted reflections. The other is a demon of hopelessness and apathy who drains people of their positive emotions and then their negative emotions until they are nothing but husks before he devours the souls and seeks to bring the world to oblivion.*
*If you go with either of those, find allies quick. Szerucharz can, unfortunately, be quite violent when roused.*
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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.
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Szerucharz reaches into his pockets and draws out the flayed flesh of at least 40 gods. "Here's what I got on me so far. You look like you need a lot more though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*So I was originally going to make it so that if a will offered up at least 100 power points in the form of their blood then the dinosaur god could be given form. Since you are giving him the remnants of 40 gods, are you okay with the god being born with 4,000 power points?*
"This will do finely. It will give him enough flesh to break free from these stone walls and then he can grow his own strength." He runs his clawed, scaly hand across the black bones embedded in the wall. A small tremor seems to pass through the earth.
*Oh, absolutely.*
"Wonderful. I am curious to meet him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sweet.*
He takes the skins and casts them at the foot of the tree. Then he grabs a torch and lights it with a flick of his wrist. "You've been entombed in stone, as stone, for so long." he murmurs, "Now your bones will be bones and you'll be clothed in flesh once more." Then he throws the torch at the base of the tree and it explodes in flames. Savage, starving flames lick the leaves black and gnaw on the skins with famished hunger. A thick black smoke is spat out of the inferno but it does not behave as smoke ought. It roils as a cloud above the tree, refusing to rise higher into the cavern's ceiling. Strange shapes coalesce and form in the vapor before dissipating in a wave of blackness -- horned stampedes, sickle shaped claws, toothy maws, leathery wings, arching necks, curved spines, and spike tails thrashing in the smoke. The fire blazes for quite some time and the cloud of blackness grows blacker and blacker.
Then the smoke begins to move towards the stone wall, as if being sucked in by a great breath. It clings to the exposed bones as the earth begins to tremble and shake as something held tight in its embrace begins to escape. Immense stone blocks fall from the ceiling and shatter in catastrophic crashes and something begins to move in the smoke and dust. Two, dragon-like wings rise, spreading a red leathery membrane tight. The wings beat once, banishing the smoke and allowing you to get a good look at the monstrosity. A horned head lifts itself up and takes a deep breath through a beaked mouth. Its eyes are hollow sockets in a ceratopsian skull and its massive frill is rimmed with spikes. The titan's body is humanoid and exposed muscle appears scarlet where green scales failed to cover its form. A long, spiked tail sweeps across the ground behind it.
"Thank you," rumbles the dinosaurian titan, "for giving me flesh."
Szerucharz bows, the amount of material moving causing a gale-force wind. "My pleasure, friend."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Who do I thank for clothing my bones?" He says, asking for your name.
"Szerucharz, the Butcher of Gods. I've branched out to other Wills, but I'm keeping the name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Szerucharz, I am Sauritan, the God Born Dead. While I slumbered in my bed of stone, I dreamt of ages long forgotten. Of a different form of dragon. Of reptiles who bore the feathers of birds and the fur of mammals and towered above all. I will people this world with my dreams."
"And will you allow these children of yours, and their children after them to thrive?" He asks, suddenly deadly serious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Somewhere in the world, something miraculous happens, something truly beautiful, beyond any other mortal. An apotheosis, a light of gold shines down from the sky as a mortal atop a high peak achieves a state no other mortal has. Someone has seen the truths of the world and of the universe as a whole, and because of such, can now see the things holding them behind, and with that knowledge, those chains were broken. A mere man has become a god, and with that, he has reached a state beyond anything else, something truly special. He is known merely as Buddha, the transcended one, god of peace.
*Might make Goku next, not sure how he would work though, so I’ll probably just make Oblivion or anything concept based Will.*
His massive, horned head is cocked sidewise a little at your question. "Thrive? They will have to survive first. Life is not free, you must earn it first. But yes, if they can survive then they may thrive."
"You are a god. You will build them to survive, to thrive... or I will put you back into the earth in more pieces than you could imagine. You are allowed to be uncaring, but you must never, ever be cruel. Do you understand my warning?" Strife and pain drip from his words, a hatred not directed at Sauritan but at the universe in general. At least in this flesh mountain's eyes, it is the arbiter of suffering, and the gods have no hope of taking its spot. A mad world deserves a mad ruler, after all.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have so many options to choose from for another will.
A Devil Lord of leadership, conquest, war, and fire that would act as a more benevolent version of Faltros who is a Cerberus.
A Demon who represents suffering and pestilence while also representing perseverance and community and is an insect queen.
I could introduce my Archfeys of the seasons/day and night cycle though they would overlap with a few beings.
I have a goddess of love, beautify, inspiration, and creativity that I could introduce as well, a formless being that always takes on the appearance of what the viewer finds most attractive, most generally beautiful, or what they find most awe inspiring (since I like the idea of a god of love not just being about physical attraction and conventional beauty, the followers and various sects of her Worshipers typically have different depictions of her depending on the culture).
I’ve also got a an idea of a Forgemaster but unlike Foreir he is more like an artificer who creates living constructs who can actually co-exist with creatures of flesh and can procreate on their own by consuming materials and fabricating offspring that “grow” but consuming materials to build themselves into larger, mature beings.
What do you guys think?*
*I like the demons, but that's just me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Most of my characters are Demons or Great ones, so that’s my opinion. Actually I think the Buddha’s my first actual god character here.*
*I kinda want to make another will with relation to another. Hmmmm. Maybe a god of smoke and ash, formed from Foréir’s godly aura, giving life to the very smoke and ash around him.*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Would you be interesting in making Ichigo if I made Aizen? As my bro I thought I would ask.*
*Not really. We could do that on the dome or something though*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Demons are fun. I actually also have two other demon ideas that are much more malicious. One is a demon of horrid mutation, curses, corruption, and monstrosities who lives to turn the creations of others into horrid and twisted reflections. The other is a demon of hopelessness and apathy who drains people of their positive emotions and then their negative emotions until they are nothing but husks before he devours the souls and seeks to bring the world to oblivion.*
*If you go with either of those, find allies quick. Szerucharz can, unfortunately, be quite violent when roused.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.