Meanwhile, in the Unseen World, an apparition of The UNKNOWABLE descends toward where Faltros’s soul is. Its form here is far less hunched and far more frightening, as Its cloak billows about its hooded figure, emitting vibrant, chromatic, undulating light.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I see. You don't create because you don't want to. If this were a philosophical debate, I would have issues, but truly, you just don't wish to contribute. I'm okay with that."
"T h a t i s c o r r e c t. E v e n i f I d i d i g n o r e t h a t I w i l l f a r o u t l i v e a n y t h i n g I m a k e a n d h a d g e n u i n e d e s i r e f o r c r e a t i o n, I w o u l d l a c k i d e a s. A t l e a s t I h a v e i n f i n i t e t i m e to t h i n k, t h o u g h.
"Yeah! Focus on the positive, friend!" He spins his cleaver as it burns away like magnesium.
*Tbh, I don't really know what to say now lol*
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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 opens all four eyes impossibly wide, slowly turning them to Balatro. They shine like suns, but in all the wrong colors. "I've heard about you. Faltros' puppet. He was going to be my centerpiece. My perfect bite. What do you want?"
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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 opens all four eyes impossibly wide, slowly turning them to Balatro. They shine like suns, but in all the wrong colors. "I've heard about you. Faltros' puppet. He was going to be my centerpiece. My perfect bite. What do you want?"
Balatro doesn’t even flinch. “What a way to introduce yourself. Just business, no pleasantries? You’re not very polite.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Szerucharz opens all four eyes impossibly wide, slowly turning them to Balatro. They shine like suns, but in all the wrong colors. "I've heard about you. Faltros' puppet. He was going to be my centerpiece. My perfect bite. What do you want?"
Balatro doesn’t even flinch. “What a way to introduce yourself. Just business, no pleasantries? You’re not very polite.”
"I don't tend to be nice to cowardly carcasses like you. I would kill you, but it would be a waste of my time. I watched you run away when Faltros needed you. You're even more pathetic than he was. Why on earth would you want to talk to me? Oh, you must want him back. Crawling all the way home like an injured dog to a master who died because of you. His relics belong to me now, you know. I heard every pathetic plea, every beg for forgiveness that you offered to a demon who never forgave a soul in his life."
He chuckles, dropping his cleaver. "What's left for you, rat? What could you possibly desire?"
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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 opens all four eyes impossibly wide, slowly turning them to Balatro. They shine like suns, but in all the wrong colors. "I've heard about you. Faltros' puppet. He was going to be my centerpiece. My perfect bite. What do you want?"
Balatro doesn’t even flinch. “What a way to introduce yourself. Just business, no pleasantries? You’re not very polite.”
"I don't tend to be nice to cowardly carcasses like you. I would kill you, but it would be a waste of my time. I watched you run away when Faltros needed you. You're even more pathetic than he was. Why on earth would you want to talk to me? Oh, you must want him back. Crawling all the way home like an injured dog to a master who died because of you. His relics belong to me now, you know. I heard every pathetic plea, every beg for forgiveness that you offered to a demon who never forgave a soul in his life."
He chuckles, dropping his cleaver. "What's left for you, rat? What could you possibly desire?"
Balatro still doesn’t move or shrink. It seems as though, at last, he’s not afraid anymore. “I want to speak to him one last time. Just so I can tell him what I’m going to do next, and maybe bring him a little bit of closure.” He takes a small breath, the silver light on the rims of his eye sockets growing far more intense. “I’m going to kill Coginitius. And I’m not going to stop working until I do.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I don't tend to be nice to cowardly carcasses like you. I would kill you, but it would be a waste of my time. I watched you run away when Faltros needed you. You're even more pathetic than he was. Why on earth would you want to talk to me? Oh, you must want him back. Crawling all the way home like an injured dog to a master who died because of you. His relics belong to me now, you know. I heard every pathetic plea, every beg for forgiveness that you offered to a demon who never forgave a soul in his life."
He chuckles, dropping his cleaver. "What's left for you, rat? What could you possibly desire?"
Balatro still doesn’t move or shrink. It seems as though, at last, he’s not afraid anymore. “I want to speak to him one last time. Just so I can tell him what I’m going to do next, and maybe bring him a little bit of closure.” He takes a small breath, the silver light on the rims of his eye sockets growing far more intense. “I’m going to kill Coginitius. And I’m not going to stop working until I do.”
Szerucharz laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
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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 don't tend to be nice to cowardly carcasses like you. I would kill you, but it would be a waste of my time. I watched you run away when Faltros needed you. You're even more pathetic than he was. Why on earth would you want to talk to me? Oh, you must want him back. Crawling all the way home like an injured dog to a master who died because of you. His relics belong to me now, you know. I heard every pathetic plea, every beg for forgiveness that you offered to a demon who never forgave a soul in his life."
He chuckles, dropping his cleaver. "What's left for you, rat? What could you possibly desire?"
Balatro still doesn’t move or shrink. It seems as though, at last, he’s not afraid anymore. “I want to speak to him one last time. Just so I can tell him what I’m going to do next, and maybe bring him a little bit of closure.” He takes a small breath, the silver light on the rims of his eye sockets growing far more intense. “I’m going to kill Coginitius. And I’m not going to stop working until I do.”
Szerucharz laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Szerucharz laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
"Oh, if he's not down in my kitchen, boy, he's nowhere. But if he does still exist and you do somehow find him, tell me. Or don't. I'll find out and kill him myself either way. And this time, he'll stay dead."
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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 laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
"Oh, if he's not down in my kitchen, boy, he's nowhere. But if he does still exist and you do somehow find him, tell me. Or don't. I'll find out and kill him myself either way. And this time, he'll stay dead."
“I don’t think that’s quite right. Back when I was in the Underworld before everything went wrong, I noticed that there seemed to be a gradual decrease in the number of spirits who descended. Around that time, some hooded stranger made out of what looked like seizure-inducing crude oil visited him. Then, when I was leading the few devils I could evacuate before Kagorax could slaughter everybody, I saw vast expanses of the same kind of substance, eating away at the desert. I think there’s a correlation here. So what’s your kitchen like anyhow? Well-furnished and ventilated, I hope?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Szerucharz laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
"Oh, if he's not down in my kitchen, boy, he's nowhere. But if he does still exist and you do somehow find him, tell me. Or don't. I'll find out and kill him myself either way. And this time, he'll stay dead."
“I don’t think that’s quite right. Back when I was in the Underworld before everything went wrong, I noticed that there seemed to be a gradual decrease in the number of spirits who descended. Around that time, some hooded stranger made out of what looked like seizure-inducing crude oil visited him. Then, when I was leading the few devils I could evacuate before Kagorax could slaughter everybody, I saw vast expanses of the same kind of substance, eating away at the desert. I think there’s a correlation here. So what’s your kitchen like anyhow? Well-furnished and ventilated, I hope?”
"Pretty awful, but I built a theme park outside."
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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 laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
"Oh, if he's not down in my kitchen, boy, he's nowhere. But if he does still exist and you do somehow find him, tell me. Or don't. I'll find out and kill him myself either way. And this time, he'll stay dead."
“I don’t think that’s quite right. Back when I was in the Underworld before everything went wrong, I noticed that there seemed to be a gradual decrease in the number of spirits who descended. Around that time, some hooded stranger made out of what looked like seizure-inducing crude oil visited him. Then, when I was leading the few devils I could evacuate before Kagorax could slaughter everybody, I saw vast expanses of the same kind of substance, eating away at the desert. I think there’s a correlation here. So what’s your kitchen like anyhow? Well-furnished and ventilated, I hope?”
"Pretty awful, but I built a theme park outside."
“Oh. Thanks for your pseudo-help, I guess. So long.” He begins to walk away nonchalantly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Artist is looking for their next form of inspiration
SIN and his gang has built an entire city, with a massive coliseum in the middle, where he is currently fighting 10 of his men and women. With both hands tied behind his back. And blindfolded. And earpluged. And somehow winning
The Bubble has gained a full form, in the form of a serpentine creature made of millions of bubbles. Left half black, right half white. It’s left eye is white and it’s left is black
Johnny is still the same as he was, currently following a caravan
The man made of ash is still wandering the north, looking through the various destroyed towns
Foreir has recently discovered the mortal concept of ‘music’ and for the first time in a while, actively conversing with mortals in smaller villages, in a less godly looking form, instead speaking to them as an equal
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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!”
Foreir has recently discovered the mortal concept of ‘music’ and for the first time in a while, actively conversing with mortals in smaller villages, in a less godly looking form, instead speaking to them as an equal
Slayer is traveling around the world, and senses his familiar divine presence in the village. He walks there, lowering his own presence as to not draw attention to himself, although he does keep his clothes, also talking with the mortals on equal ground.
Nameless King raises his spear in greeting, shouting back like thunder "Hello friend!"
The Frenzy turns, it's voice is a chorus of maddened screams "We seek to visit places we yet have not. This place is new to us, and we may seek to provide peace to those who accept it."
The voice of Bedman's mind speaks "Would you mind introducing me to such a creature? I may have an idea to experiment on it."
Slayer walks over and puts a hand on their shoulder "I told you I would help you, and I'd say I'm good at keeping my word."
"It is good to see you again. What brings you here to my kingdom?" The tarrasque asks. The mortals down below look up to see the Nameless King and watch his approach with curiosity.
"I see...the mortals are currently building a settlement for themselves, and the Collective considers them under it's protection." Talric says.
"Oh, sure. This way!" He says as he flies towards the tree.
"How. She seems relentless. I don't understand why she won't leave me alone...." Phantom says worried.
He steps off of his dragon onto the land, rumbling the ground, making sure not to hurt anyone on the ground. He leans down to them "I have been exploring what I have not yet seen."
The Frenzy would raise a brow if it had one "We do not care who could possibly been defending these mortals, I provide them with the peace they need."
The Bed's spikes dig into the ground as they follow Rendy.
Slayer gets a distant, satisfied look before looking back "Don't worry, I am a Will who can keep his word, and she isn't trying to kill you anymore."
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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.'
Sarahphym has added far more architecture to their floating citadel, and has returned to their smaller but far more familiar Temple of the Snow Angel, which is currently somewhat near Balatro's colosseum.
Orchid is continuing to make dozens- no, hundreds- of one particular variety of potion. There are several shelves and boxes of bottles of this amber elixir filling the room within Savut's tupelo they occupy as they work.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Foreir has recently discovered the mortal concept of ‘music’ and for the first time in a while, actively conversing with mortals in smaller villages, in a less godly looking form, instead speaking to them as an equal
Slayer is traveling around the world, and senses his familiar divine presence in the village. He walks there, lowering his own presence as to not draw attention to himself, although he does keep his clothes, also talking with the mortals on equal ground.
Foreir notices him enter, but does not speak on it. A large brow cloak covers most of his body, and his hair is nowhere as alive as before. But those striking green eyes stay the same. He talks with mortals about simple things. Such as the weather (fair) how they farm (terraced) and what will they worship (none)
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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!”
Foreir has recently discovered the mortal concept of ‘music’ and for the first time in a while, actively conversing with mortals in smaller villages, in a less godly looking form, instead speaking to them as an equal
Slayer is traveling around the world, and senses his familiar divine presence in the village. He walks there, lowering his own presence as to not draw attention to himself, although he does keep his clothes, also talking with the mortals on equal ground.
Foreir notices him enter, but does not speak on it. A large brow cloak covers most of his body, and his hair is nowhere as alive as before. But those striking green eyes stay the same. He talks with mortals about simple things. Such as the weather (fair) how they farm (terraced) and what will they worship (none)
Slayer speaks with the mortals, providing them with small blessings, just little improvements to their lives as a whole, making their farms better as well as their bodies more improved. Eventually he stands next to Foreir, leaning against a wall, calmly saying "You come back and don't even tell me. I thought we were friends."
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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.'
Balatro teleports to wherever Szeruachz is.
Meanwhile, in the Unseen World, an apparition of The UNKNOWABLE descends toward where Faltros’s soul is. Its form here is far less hunched and far more frightening, as Its cloak billows about its hooded figure, emitting vibrant, chromatic, undulating light.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Tbh, I don't really know what to say now lol*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Szerucharz opens all four eyes impossibly wide, slowly turning them to Balatro. They shine like suns, but in all the wrong colors. "I've heard about you. Faltros' puppet. He was going to be my centerpiece. My perfect bite. What do you want?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Balatro doesn’t even flinch. “What a way to introduce yourself. Just business, no pleasantries? You’re not very polite.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I don't tend to be nice to cowardly carcasses like you. I would kill you, but it would be a waste of my time. I watched you run away when Faltros needed you. You're even more pathetic than he was. Why on earth would you want to talk to me? Oh, you must want him back. Crawling all the way home like an injured dog to a master who died because of you. His relics belong to me now, you know. I heard every pathetic plea, every beg for forgiveness that you offered to a demon who never forgave a soul in his life."
He chuckles, dropping his cleaver. "What's left for you, rat? What could you possibly desire?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Balatro still doesn’t move or shrink. It seems as though, at last, he’s not afraid anymore. “I want to speak to him one last time. Just so I can tell him what I’m going to do next, and maybe bring him a little bit of closure.” He takes a small breath, the silver light on the rims of his eye sockets growing far more intense. “I’m going to kill Coginitius. And I’m not going to stop working until I do.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Szerucharz laughs hysterically. He's not trying to instill fear. He's actually this cruel, this pointlessly hateful. "Really? You think you can do something? That you're worth anything without him? Why would you be crawling back to him if you were? And besides, he's long gone. He might have been able to get a message out, but he's since been obliterated. Not even bones remain. That (GP)ing sword is the last you'll ever see of him. But you can keep looking if you'd like. It's not like you'll get any closer to beating Cog doing anything else."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“But you said he was going to be your perfect centerpiece. That implies two things. One, you’re into some very specific things that I’d rather not think about, and two, his soul is somewhere else. And I’m betting you know.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, if he's not down in my kitchen, boy, he's nowhere. But if he does still exist and you do somehow find him, tell me. Or don't. I'll find out and kill him myself either way. And this time, he'll stay dead."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t think that’s quite right. Back when I was in the Underworld before everything went wrong, I noticed that there seemed to be a gradual decrease in the number of spirits who descended. Around that time, some hooded stranger made out of what looked like seizure-inducing crude oil visited him. Then, when I was leading the few devils I could evacuate before Kagorax could slaughter everybody, I saw vast expanses of the same kind of substance, eating away at the desert. I think there’s a correlation here. So what’s your kitchen like anyhow? Well-furnished and ventilated, I hope?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Pretty awful, but I built a theme park outside."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh. Thanks for your pseudo-help, I guess. So long.” He begins to walk away nonchalantly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Artist is looking for their next form of inspiration
SIN and his gang has built an entire city, with a massive coliseum in the middle, where he is currently fighting 10 of his men and women. With both hands tied behind his back. And blindfolded. And earpluged. And somehow winning
The Bubble has gained a full form, in the form of a serpentine creature made of millions of bubbles. Left half black, right half white. It’s left eye is white and it’s left is black
Johnny is still the same as he was, currently following a caravan
The man made of ash is still wandering the north, looking through the various destroyed towns
Foreir has recently discovered the mortal concept of ‘music’ and for the first time in a while, actively conversing with mortals in smaller villages, in a less godly looking form, instead speaking to them as an equal
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!”
*SPOOKY SPOOK SPOOK SPOOKY*
Slayer is traveling around the world, and senses his familiar divine presence in the village. He walks there, lowering his own presence as to not draw attention to himself, although he does keep his clothes, also talking with the mortals on equal ground.
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 steps off of his dragon onto the land, rumbling the ground, making sure not to hurt anyone on the ground. He leans down to them "I have been exploring what I have not yet seen."
The Frenzy would raise a brow if it had one "We do not care who could possibly been defending these mortals, I provide them with the peace they need."
The Bed's spikes dig into the ground as they follow Rendy.
Slayer gets a distant, satisfied look before looking back "Don't worry, I am a Will who can keep his word, and she isn't trying to kill you anymore."
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.)
Sarahphym has added far more architecture to their floating citadel, and has returned to their smaller but far more familiar Temple of the Snow Angel, which is currently somewhat near Balatro's colosseum.
Orchid is continuing to make dozens- no, hundreds- of one particular variety of potion. There are several shelves and boxes of bottles of this amber elixir filling the room within Savut's tupelo they occupy as they work.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Lazarus is standing in front of a towering bonfire.
Foreir notices him enter, but does not speak on it. A large brow cloak covers most of his body, and his hair is nowhere as alive as before. But those striking green eyes stay the same. He talks with mortals about simple things. Such as the weather (fair) how they farm (terraced) and what will they worship (none)
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!”
Slayer speaks with the mortals, providing them with small blessings, just little improvements to their lives as a whole, making their farms better as well as their bodies more improved. Eventually he stands next to Foreir, leaning against a wall, calmly saying "You come back and don't even tell me. I thought we were friends."
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.)