"Well, I suppose the ticking of gears does have something rather orderly to it..."
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"Fine then. We will help you, when you are ready, to take down one of the Overgods. Deal?"
"Well, you see, us other orderly gods have formed a group-- the Mythos of Order. Would you be interested in joining?"
--
"Along with the previous conditions, it's a deal." He opens the chains of the gibbering mouther's and walks off.
"I think for now, I will stick to my machines. Thanks for the offer." He turns away, and begins working on his next project: some sort of small humanoid.
*It's going to be a General Grievous-style autognome. (Organs on the inside, but otherwise robotic.)*
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The Swarm teleports, along with the mouthers, to the Hive, underneath which a chasm has begun to open.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Szerucharz is a bit different now (because I've reworked him). Opulent and imperial, he stands 10' tall in ornate clothing ostentatious enough to make a noble feel inadequate. However, his clothes are clearly just gussied-up butcher's clothes, with a tapestry-like apron splattered in gore. Around 150,000 followers are feasting, reveling, creating art and machines, and so on in his name. They consume each other's flesh with no fear nor malice, and they drink gallons and gallons of wine.
Szerucharz, Demon of excess, dark truths, and industry.
Domains: Forge, Flesh, Decadence, Fear, and Knowledge.
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
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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 Swarm takes one of the gibbering mouthers, and gives it anesthesia, so that it won't feel the pain of growing new bones at high speed. Spikes of bone begin protruding from it, giving it enhanced defense.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Szerucharz is a bit different now (because I've reworked him). Opulent and imperial, he stands 10' tall in ornate clothing ostentatious enough to make a noble feel inadequate. However, his clothes are clearly just gussied-up butcher's clothes, with a tapestry-like apron splattered in gore. Around 150,000 followers are feasting, reveling, creating art and machines, and so on in his name. They consume each other's flesh with no fear nor malice, and they drink gallons and gallons of wine.
Szerucharz, Demon of excess, dark truths, and industry.
Domains: Forge, Flesh, Decadence, Fear, and Knowledge.
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
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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
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
"My goals are simple: unveil to the mortals what horrible truths underly reality, and how to embrace them. The gods often do their best to keep the truth hidden away. Also, they are quite delicious."
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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.
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
"My goals are simple: unveil to the mortals what horrible truths underly reality, and how to embrace them. The gods often do their best to keep the truth hidden away. Also, they are quite delicious."
"The Godless Ones do see behind that veil quite well. It is one of the reasons I chose to help them. Poor little things, they have such drive but lack the power to actually fight the gods without us."
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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
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
"My goals are simple: unveil to the mortals what horrible truths underly reality, and how to embrace them. The gods often do their best to keep the truth hidden away. Also, they are quite delicious."
"The Godless Ones do see behind that veil quite well. It is one of the reasons I chose to help them. Poor little things, they have such drive but lack the power to actually fight the gods without us."
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
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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.
Faltros approaches. "Hello, Szerucharz. From what I've heard, you're an ally of the Godless Ones. I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Faltros."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
"My goals are simple: unveil to the mortals what horrible truths underly reality, and how to embrace them. The gods often do their best to keep the truth hidden away. Also, they are quite delicious."
"The Godless Ones do see behind that veil quite well. It is one of the reasons I chose to help them. Poor little things, they have such drive but lack the power to actually fight the gods without us."
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
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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
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
"Hm. As long as you don't mess up my plans, I don't think we'll have any problems. You'll still be rather delicious if you do."
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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.
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
"Hm. As long as you don't mess up my plans, I don't think we'll have any problems. You'll still be rather delicious if you do."
"Mess up your plans? Why would I do that?"
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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
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
"Hm. As long as you don't mess up my plans, I don't think we'll have any problems. You'll still be rather delicious if you do."
"Mess up your plans? Why would I do that?"
"No clue."
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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.
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
"Hm. As long as you don't mess up my plans, I don't think we'll have any problems. You'll still be rather delicious if you do."
"Mess up your plans? Why would I do that?"
"No clue."
"Well, it was nice speaking with you. I hope that together we shall free these mortals from the god's pathetic reign." He shakes hands with Szerucharz and walks away.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Faltros surveys the land with the Seventeen Warlocks.
"So many of your kind have died. It really is a waste. All of those corpses have so much potential..." Faltros muses then gets an idea.
"Unless... They weren't dead anymore."
"What do you mean?" One of the warlocks asks.
"Well, you see, if I were to channel my power... Do you happen to have any corpses on you?"
"Well, sir, we have the corpse of Goul. He died of the flu a while back."
"Bring him to me."
"Yes, sir." The warlock hurries off, later coming back holding the corpse of a young man.
Green energy emnates from Faltros's hands, which he waves over the corpse. Suddenly, Goul's face pales. He sort of transforms, into a ghastly being. He rises up, looking alive yet not. The warlocks recoil at the sudden rising, but then ease back to normal when he doesn't attack them. Goul is still, as if waiting for orders.
"Unfortunately, if you wish to bond with Goul, it won't do as his memories are gone of his past life. But he follows our commands, and with this magic we can turn anyone that dies into a soldier. I can feel my power power grow... And you all should be harder to kill, as well, whether or not you've died before. (The warlocks have Relentless Endurance now) May this power aid us in overthrowing the gods."
Faltros has taken Undeath for his final domain.
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Szerucharz is butchering corpses, his domain cursed so that nothing decays or spoils. He hangs them on diamond-studded meat hooks and tosses them on massive, gilded dinner carts. His many masked chefs truss, flay, debone, fillet, and so on hundreds of humanoid corpses.
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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 butchering corpses, his domain cursed so that nothing ever decays or spoils. He hangs them on diamond-studded meat hooks and tosses them on massive, gilded dinner carts. His many masked chefs truss, flay, debone, fillet, and so on hundreds of humanoid corpses.
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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 think for now, I will stick to my machines. Thanks for the offer." He turns away, and begins working on his next project: some sort of small humanoid.
*It's going to be a General Grievous-style autognome. (Organs on the inside, but otherwise robotic.)*
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The Swarm teleports, along with the mouthers, to the Hive, underneath which a chasm has begun to open.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Exquisite to meet you, Faltros. I like to think that our goals align more than us being allies. We have no direct ties, to my knowledge."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Swarm takes one of the gibbering mouthers, and gives it anesthesia, so that it won't feel the pain of growing new bones at high speed. Spikes of bone begin protruding from it, giving it enhanced defense.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Well, what are your goals? Mine are to overthrow the gods. So, I am offering my powers to the Godless Ones."
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
"My goals are simple: unveil to the mortals what horrible truths underly reality, and how to embrace them. The gods often do their best to keep the truth hidden away. Also, they are quite delicious."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The Godless Ones do see behind that veil quite well. It is one of the reasons I chose to help them. Poor little things, they have such drive but lack the power to actually fight the gods without us."
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
"So what are you? What makes you different from the beings they intend to destroy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hey can I join this? And if so what domains are taken? I've never played FNAF at all I think it's like Chica or smth like that?*
I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
*You can join with any domain of your choosing. There can be multiple gods of any given domain.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, for starters, I'm a demon, not a god. Also, gods are formed off of supposedly virtuous concepts, whilst I was formed from fear. In fact, the very fear formed by the god's transforming the Church of Normacy. That, and their leader Dave studying Eldritch scrolls, seeking revenge, and accidentally summoning me by awakening that magic."
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
"Hm. As long as you don't mess up my plans, I don't think we'll have any problems. You'll still be rather delicious if you do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Mess up your plans? Why would I do that?"
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.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"No clue."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, it was nice speaking with you. I hope that together we shall free these mortals from the god's pathetic reign." He shakes hands with Szerucharz and walks away.
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.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Szarucharz hums to himself as he completes his True Artifact: an enormous kitchen knife, huge even for him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Faltros surveys the land with the Seventeen Warlocks.
"So many of your kind have died. It really is a waste. All of those corpses have so much potential..." Faltros muses then gets an idea.
"Unless... They weren't dead anymore."
"What do you mean?" One of the warlocks asks.
"Well, you see, if I were to channel my power... Do you happen to have any corpses on you?"
"Well, sir, we have the corpse of Goul. He died of the flu a while back."
"Bring him to me."
"Yes, sir." The warlock hurries off, later coming back holding the corpse of a young man.
Green energy emnates from Faltros's hands, which he waves over the corpse. Suddenly, Goul's face pales. He sort of transforms, into a ghastly being. He rises up, looking alive yet not. The warlocks recoil at the sudden rising, but then ease back to normal when he doesn't attack them. Goul is still, as if waiting for orders.
"Unfortunately, if you wish to bond with Goul, it won't do as his memories are gone of his past life. But he follows our commands, and with this magic we can turn anyone that dies into a soldier. I can feel my power power grow... And you all should be harder to kill, as well, whether or not you've died before. (The warlocks have Relentless Endurance now) May this power aid us in overthrowing the gods."
Faltros has taken Undeath for his final domain.
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 is butchering corpses, his domain cursed so that nothing decays or spoils. He hangs them on diamond-studded meat hooks and tosses them on massive, gilded dinner carts. His many masked chefs truss, flay, debone, fillet, and so on hundreds of humanoid corpses.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Herionidus is helping a human harvest honey from a beehive.
Tarcza is watching stuff at the top of its castle.
Phillip is in the temple of order, tinkering with some metal parts, rough sketches of machines surrounding him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Faltros and The Seventeen are traversing villages, looking for corpses to use. They don't kill anyone specifically for this purpose, though.
Cogintius is, in response to the Godless Ones, is setting up magical defenses for the city. He holds a dark blue gem in his hand.
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