Cogintuis is checking the library and organizing it again, as some people have placed books in the wrong place upon returning them, and answering questions of any mortals that need help with something.
The Tree exists.
Cimex is sleeping on top of a small hill, large Z's coming out of his mouth as he snores.
They find the true Happy Chaos on the other side of the portal, inside of his lab, working on what feels like another weapon of massive destruction. He turns to TF, and smiles.
*100,000 something. What tips this is Slayer’s favor, is Forerir.* He takes only a moment to look to the mortals before turning back, swirling the drink, changing it with every moment “What are you doing here exactly?”
The Nameless King sits back down on his crate, raising an eyebrow curiously, but not wanting to intrude into what his herald wishes, being as respectful as he possibly can. Turen nods “I shall show you all there is that I can reach.”
"More city-destroying weapons, eh?" TF pulls his hood down, grinning.
*Filthy traitor (lol)* Hellfire doesn't respond immediately, instead glancing towards his weapons, which are lying nearby. "There are certain things which you cannot get out of someone via simply pretending to be mildly interested, Slayer."
Caiatl mounts him. "I hope there isn't too much to dragon riding as I don't really know what I'm doing." She laughs. "Well, time to see the world. Let's go."
“You know me far too well my friend, I have nothing better to do. Have you come to play games?” He says, taking off his goggles, putting them on his forehead.
He chuckles, putting down the glass, making it disappear “Works more than you would expect it to, but I truly am interested, you are my friend, even if I may not be yours.” He clasps his hands together.
Turen and the Nameless King both chuckle, before Turen spreads his vast wings, flapping them as they shoot into the clouds, blasting through the storm into open sky.
"Indeed I have." Tf replies.
If armour stands could be skeptical, Hellfire would be right now. "I don't see that making any difference."
*Ahright, I have to go. Sorry about my extreme inactivity recently*
*Dont worry about it dude.^
He nods, grinning and walking to the TV and console, turning them both on.
“You wouldn’t, in your entire existence I doubt you could name one friend you have other than Rendy and I. Can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re doing.” He says, smiling softly.
TF sits down, looking at the technology in slight confusion.
Hellfire pauses for a second, before saying, "Balatro... used to be a friend. And Nurgul, but I, well, killed him." Slayer senses it's going to take a lot of coercion to get Hellfire to talk.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He turns on the most simple game he has, Bomberman, and begins to explain how to play, passing his friend a controller.
He nods with his words, speaking without that hint of… well you know, in his voice. He takes a deep breath “Friends you lost, I assume you did what you were told in killing Nurgul?”
He turns on the most simple game he has, Bomberman, and begins to explain how to play, passing his friend a controller.
He nods with his words, speaking without that hint of… well you know, in his voice. He takes a deep breath “Friends you lost, I assume you did what you were told in killing Nurgul?”
"Seems fun and simple enough." TF puts on a game face and gets ready.
"When faced with a choice between certain death and being the servant of an Overwill, most would choose being a servant of an Overwill."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He turns on the most simple game he has, Bomberman, and begins to explain how to play, passing his friend a controller.
He nods with his words, speaking without that hint of… well you know, in his voice. He takes a deep breath “Friends you lost, I assume you did what you were told in killing Nurgul?”
"Seems fun and simple enough." TF puts on a game face and gets ready.
"When faced with a choice between certain death and being the servant of an Overwill, most would choose being a servant of an Overwill."
Happy takes it easy on his friend, waiting for the short amount of time it should take him to master the game.
“Most is true, and yet there are those who have avoided choosing at all, but that is not what I am here for. Do you believe Nurgul would forgive you for what you did?”
He turns on the most simple game he has, Bomberman, and begins to explain how to play, passing his friend a controller.
He nods with his words, speaking without that hint of… well you know, in his voice. He takes a deep breath “Friends you lost, I assume you did what you were told in killing Nurgul?”
"Seems fun and simple enough." TF puts on a game face and gets ready.
"When faced with a choice between certain death and being the servant of an Overwill, most would choose being a servant of an Overwill."
Happy takes it easy on his friend, waiting for the short amount of time it should take him to master the game.
“Most is true, and yet there are those who have avoided choosing at all, but that is not what I am here for. Do you believe Nurgul would forgive you for what you did?”
TF plays well. That knowledge domain is coming in handy. He remembers every single move Happy makes, using logic to formulate his counter, and never loses his head.
"No." The answer comes without hesitation and with complete certainty. "He died promising that if he came back he would rip me apart and use my organs as ingredients to a virulent disease. He used telepathy to shout it into my head. And I believe he meant it, though the threat holds no merit now I have no organs."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Every time TF adapts to a strategy, Happy Chaos does something new, having had years upon years of experience and insanity, he’s able to come up with as many things as he loses.
“Luckily, he won’t be coming back, there is no point in feeling any guilt. You are a god, but you feel bad about what you did. Trust me, there is no issue with that, and you shouldn’t feel bad about something you can’t change.” He says, looking to the mortals all around them “Even wills have limits.”
Every time TF adapts to a strategy, Happy Chaos does something new, having had years upon years of experience and insanity, he’s able to come up with as many things as he loses.
“Luckily, he won’t be coming back, there is no point in feeling any guilt. You are a god, but you feel bad about what you did. Trust me, there is no issue with that, and you shouldn’t feel bad about something you can’t change.” He says, looking to the mortals all around them “Even wills have limits.”
"This is surprisingly intense." TF says after several minutes of silent gaming.
"I never said I felt bad about it." He replies. "Being an executioner is a thankless job."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Voidras has left their caves to hunt. Mortals, no sentient beasts, weaker wills, whatever. Just hunt
the strata skeleton is rerouting a river
Baasal is reshaping their domain, one half a smoldering basalt delta, the other a pristine paradise
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Phantom has been slowly changing the lands of the Smorgasbord to winter, taking time to delicately cover everything save for the humid and always warm climates in a layer of pure white snow. He has also been teaching the children of many mortal villages the art of snowball fights, snowman building, and sledding.
Alabastor is hunting down a small group of large Phoenixes created from the battle between Xezithic's aspects. He has been collecting the feathers of the Phoenix as he goes.
Some Chromatic dragons have begun seeking out rich metal ores and other crafting materials to bring to their new Will as tribute, hoping that Zakator will bless them or craft them something for their hoards.
Volumdremaak is flying through the sky, collecting more lost souls.
Visk is traveling around, snowdrops, poinsettias, and other winter flowers blooming everywhere he walks as soft and joyous music places around him.
Every time TF adapts to a strategy, Happy Chaos does something new, having had years upon years of experience and insanity, he’s able to come up with as many things as he loses.
“Luckily, he won’t be coming back, there is no point in feeling any guilt. You are a god, but you feel bad about what you did. Trust me, there is no issue with that, and you shouldn’t feel bad about something you can’t change.” He says, looking to the mortals all around them “Even wills have limits.”
"This is surprisingly intense." TF says after several minutes of silent gaming.
"I never said I felt bad about it." He replies. "Being an executioner is a thankless job."
“Truly, no one expects something this recreational to be so difficult. That’s what makes it fun, it’s a challenge.”
He chuckles “You didn’t have to tell me, either way many have no reason to thank you, considering you’re likely killing them.”
Szerucharz is preparing a grand feast, placing human-sized tables and food down with golden cooking tweezers.
Slayer, who has only seen the feast from a distance, does what any good party goer should do, and brings enough wine for everyone, in every flavor imaginable. He’s just carrying crates upon crates on one hand, smoking a pipe with the other.
*Got the day off thanks to Thanksgiving, anyone on that wants to RP?*
*Sure. Who you want?*
*I'm fine with whoever.*
*Really? Whoever? Are you sure?*
*Yeah, don't have a specific preference. All of your characters are cool. Happy and Cimex would be an interesting interaction since they're both chaos/trickster gods, but I haven't interacted much with some of your other people too.*
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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
*Got the day off thanks to Thanksgiving, anyone on that wants to RP?*
*Sure. Who you want?*
*I'm fine with whoever.*
*Really? Whoever? Are you sure?*
*Yeah, don't have a specific preference. All of your characters are cool. Happy and Cimex would be an interesting interaction since they're both chaos/trickster gods, but I haven't interacted much with some of your other people too.*
*Welp, if that’s what you want.*
An old woman, or at least what appears to be an old woman is walking outside of the City of Order holding a tray of cookies. Cog can sense they are a will, but they don’t seem to be wanting anything other than to give cookies.
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*Welcome back, Dante!*
Cogintuis is checking the library and organizing it again, as some people have placed books in the wrong place upon returning them, and answering questions of any mortals that need help with something.
The Tree exists.
Cimex is sleeping on top of a small hill, large Z's coming out of his mouth as he snores.
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
TF sits down, looking at the technology in slight confusion.
Hellfire pauses for a second, before saying, "Balatro... used to be a friend. And Nurgul, but I, well, killed him." Slayer senses it's going to take a lot of coercion to get Hellfire to talk.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The Elemental Children, now a trio, continue their battle with the Emperor of Lightning.
Mephilia has begun work on a clockwork dragon constructs to act as her watchers, inspired by the metal birds of Foreir.
Volumdremaak returns to the Valley of Heriondius to rejuvenate the land with the Deathbloom.
Rendy's cocoon is nearing competition.
Phantom is watching Happy and TF conversing, curious about this unfamiliar Will.
*Cut for Ejo*
He turns on the most simple game he has, Bomberman, and begins to explain how to play, passing his friend a controller.
He nods with his words, speaking without that hint of… well you know, in his voice. He takes a deep breath “Friends you lost, I assume you did what you were told in killing Nurgul?”
"Seems fun and simple enough." TF puts on a game face and gets ready.
"When faced with a choice between certain death and being the servant of an Overwill, most would choose being a servant of an Overwill."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Happy takes it easy on his friend, waiting for the short amount of time it should take him to master the game.
“Most is true, and yet there are those who have avoided choosing at all, but that is not what I am here for. Do you believe Nurgul would forgive you for what you did?”
TF plays well. That knowledge domain is coming in handy. He remembers every single move Happy makes, using logic to formulate his counter, and never loses his head.
"No." The answer comes without hesitation and with complete certainty. "He died promising that if he came back he would rip me apart and use my organs as ingredients to a virulent disease. He used telepathy to shout it into my head. And I believe he meant it, though the threat holds no merit now I have no organs."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Cut*
Every time TF adapts to a strategy, Happy Chaos does something new, having had years upon years of experience and insanity, he’s able to come up with as many things as he loses.
“Luckily, he won’t be coming back, there is no point in feeling any guilt. You are a god, but you feel bad about what you did. Trust me, there is no issue with that, and you shouldn’t feel bad about something you can’t change.” He says, looking to the mortals all around them “Even wills have limits.”
"This is surprisingly intense." TF says after several minutes of silent gaming.
"I never said I felt bad about it." He replies. "Being an executioner is a thankless job."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval 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.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Aria is demolishing a mountain
Voidras has left their caves to hunt. Mortals, no sentient beasts, weaker wills, whatever. Just hunt
the strata skeleton is rerouting a river
Baasal is reshaping their domain, one half a smoldering basalt delta, the other a pristine paradise
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Phantom has been slowly changing the lands of the Smorgasbord to winter, taking time to delicately cover everything save for the humid and always warm climates in a layer of pure white snow. He has also been teaching the children of many mortal villages the art of snowball fights, snowman building, and sledding.
Alabastor is hunting down a small group of large Phoenixes created from the battle between Xezithic's aspects. He has been collecting the feathers of the Phoenix as he goes.
Some Chromatic dragons have begun seeking out rich metal ores and other crafting materials to bring to their new Will as tribute, hoping that Zakator will bless them or craft them something for their hoards.
Volumdremaak is flying through the sky, collecting more lost souls.
Visk is traveling around, snowdrops, poinsettias, and other winter flowers blooming everywhere he walks as soft and joyous music places around him.
“Truly, no one expects something this recreational to be so difficult. That’s what makes it fun, it’s a challenge.”
He chuckles “You didn’t have to tell me, either way many have no reason to thank you, considering you’re likely killing them.”
*Got the day off thanks to Thanksgiving, anyone on that wants to RP?*
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
*Sure. Who you want?*
Szerucharz is preparing a grand feast, placing human-sized tables and food down with golden cooking tweezers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm fine with whoever.*
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
*Really? Whoever? Are you sure?*
Slayer, who has only seen the feast from a distance, does what any good party goer should do, and brings enough wine for everyone, in every flavor imaginable. He’s just carrying crates upon crates on one hand, smoking a pipe with the other.
*Yeah, don't have a specific preference. All of your characters are cool. Happy and Cimex would be an interesting interaction since they're both chaos/trickster gods, but I haven't interacted much with some of your other people too.*
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
*Welp, if that’s what you want.*
An old woman, or at least what appears to be an old woman is walking outside of the City of Order holding a tray of cookies. Cog can sense they are a will, but they don’t seem to be wanting anything other than to give cookies.