Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*I meant like major features. A sewer or something maybe? Dutch will like that lol*
"Right there. (Points to rock) I see we've both been creating new beasts."
*What are the roads like?*
"Ah, there it is! Thank you, We unintentionally made it... better at disguising itself than We thought possible."
*I'd say like typical medieval roads, paved with cobblestone*
"You're welcome. So I take it the experiments have been going well?"
A warlock behind him (the Seventeen tend to follow Faltros everywhere) pipes up. "And Faltros made a big, scary monster too! Red and scaly, ominous, breathes fire, the gods will be running in fear! He calls it a dragon."
"Yes, I did." Faltros looks proud. "If we can destroy the defenses of Cogintius's city we shall overpower it with ease."
*Okay.*
"Is that so?" The Swarm pauses, thinking.
"That gives me an idea... Have you heard of goats, and lions?"
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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.
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
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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
Macchino sits by his work. The torso is mostly complete, and now he's working on the head, fiddling with a variety of crystals and bits of polished metal.
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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.
*I meant like major features. A sewer or something maybe? Dutch will like that lol*
"Right there. (Points to rock) I see we've both been creating new beasts."
*What are the roads like?*
"Ah, there it is! Thank you, We unintentionally made it... better at disguising itself than We thought possible."
*I'd say like typical medieval roads, paved with cobblestone*
"You're welcome. So I take it the experiments have been going well?"
A warlock behind him (the Seventeen tend to follow Faltros everywhere) pipes up. "And Faltros made a big, scary monster too! Red and scaly, ominous, breathes fire, the gods will be running in fear! He calls it a dragon."
"Yes, I did." Faltros looks proud. "If we can destroy the defenses of Cogintius's city we shall overpower it with ease."
*Okay.*
"Is that so?" The Swarm pauses, thinking.
"That gives me an idea... Have you heard of goats, and lions?"
*Chimera time (maniacal laughter)*
"Yes, what for? Lions I appreciate, they're strong and fierce, but goats aren't that strong or smart."
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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
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
Macchino sits by his work. The torso is mostly complete, and now he's working on the head, fiddling with a variety of crystals and bits of polished metal.
Phillip the inventor approaches him. He’s a short human with round glasses and black hair.
”excuse me, I’ve heard that you are quite the skilled… mechanic?”
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
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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
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
(I mean it doesn't have one as of now lol) 'And why would I share my name with a potential enemy?' The light shimmers and it seems to be a few feet away again.
"Pretty large. Huge portion of the fighters of the G.O, small army of undead soldiers, and of course the dragon..."
"How would it do what you say it does, out of curiosity? And theoretically I could just wave my hand and at least make part of it."
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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
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
(I mean it doesn't have one as of now lol) 'And why would I share my name with a potential enemy?' The light shimmers and it seems to be a few feet away again.
"Pretty large. Huge portion of the fighters of the G.O, small army of undead soldiers, and of course the dragon..."
"How would it do what you say it does, out of curiosity? And theoretically I could just wave my hand and at least make part of it."
“Enemy? Why would i hurt you?” he continues following them.
”Dragon?”
”that would be extremely helpful, if you could do that! Even just supply us with the materials, we could do the rest. And about how it works… it can learn. Just like we can. But faster.”
Macchino sits by his work. The torso is mostly complete, and now he's working on the head, fiddling with a variety of crystals and bits of polished metal.
Phillip the inventor approaches him. He’s a short human with round glasses and black hair.
”excuse me, I’ve heard that you are quite the skilled… mechanic?”
"Indeed I am, for I am Macchino, God of Invention. What do you seek, mortal?"
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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.
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
(I mean it doesn't have one as of now lol) 'And why would I share my name with a potential enemy?' The light shimmers and it seems to be a few feet away again.
"Pretty large. Huge portion of the fighters of the G.O, small army of undead soldiers, and of course the dragon..."
"How would it do what you say it does, out of curiosity? And theoretically I could just wave my hand and at least make part of it."
“Enemy? Why would i hurt you?” he continues following them.
”Dragon?”
”that would be extremely helpful, if you could do that! Even just supply us with the materials, we could do the rest. And about how it works… it can learn. Just like we can. But faster.”
'The people I serve view you as a potential threat, but also a potential ally. Your choice.'
"Yes, Faltros-- demon guy, he's one of our patrons-- made a big monster called a dragon. It's red, scaly, breathes fire, terrifying!"
"It's sentient?"
*Just warning I gotta get off any second now*
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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
*I meant like major features. A sewer or something maybe? Dutch will like that lol*
"Right there. (Points to rock) I see we've both been creating new beasts."
*What are the roads like?*
"Ah, there it is! Thank you, We unintentionally made it... better at disguising itself than We thought possible."
*I'd say like typical medieval roads, paved with cobblestone*
"You're welcome. So I take it the experiments have been going well?"
A warlock behind him (the Seventeen tend to follow Faltros everywhere) pipes up. "And Faltros made a big, scary monster too! Red and scaly, ominous, breathes fire, the gods will be running in fear! He calls it a dragon."
"Yes, I did." Faltros looks proud. "If we can destroy the defenses of Cogintius's city we shall overpower it with ease."
*Okay.*
"Is that so?" The Swarm pauses, thinking.
"That gives me an idea... Have you heard of goats, and lions?"
*Chimera time (maniacal laughter)*
"Yes, what for? Lions I appreciate, they're strong and fierce, but goats aren't that strong or smart."
"They may not be the strongest or smartest, but they are stubborn. This is why, of all the old-world creatures, I have chosen them for my next experiment."
"I will, however, need a dragon's head. That is all I ask of you, and in exchange, you will receive the finished product."
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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.
Phillip is in the temple of order, sketching out designs. They haven’t slept for at least a few days.
A medium sized black cat is watching Herionidus.
Some Godless Ones walk into the castle.
Cogintius approaches. "Phillip? You look like you heavily need a rest. How long have you been staying up?"
Herionidus turns to the cat. “Oh hi little fella,” he tries to pet the cat.
Tarcza watches them enter from a balcony. “Hello, mortals.” It says in a calm and collected voice.
”only a bit, I think.”
The hand phases through. The cat now appears to be several feet away.
"Greetings, Tarcza." One of the cultists says, the leader of the group sent. "As you may know, the Godless Ones are organizing and our plans will be executed soon enough. Right now, we have plans to attack Cogintius's city. We wanted to ask you if you wish to lead the troops."
"More like you've only been sleeping a bit. I can see the bags under your eyes. You really should rest some."
“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
(I mean it doesn't have one as of now lol) 'And why would I share my name with a potential enemy?' The light shimmers and it seems to be a few feet away again.
"Pretty large. Huge portion of the fighters of the G.O, small army of undead soldiers, and of course the dragon..."
"How would it do what you say it does, out of curiosity? And theoretically I could just wave my hand and at least make part of it."
“Enemy? Why would i hurt you?” he continues following them.
”Dragon?”
”that would be extremely helpful, if you could do that! Even just supply us with the materials, we could do the rest. And about how it works… it can learn. Just like we can. But faster.”
'The people I serve view you as a potential threat, but also a potential ally. Your choice.'
"Yes, Faltros-- demon guy, he's one of our patrons-- made a big monster called a dragon. It's red, scaly, breathes fire, terrifying!"
"It's sentient?"
*Just warning I gotta get off any second now*
“Well, who do you serve?”
“Hm. Is there just one or multiple of them?”
”it is able to learn and experiment, but I don’t know if that would qualify as thinking. It is supposed to work by taking information and then figuring out exactly how that works, and how it can be used.”
*I meant like major features. A sewer or something maybe? Dutch will like that lol*
"Right there. (Points to rock) I see we've both been creating new beasts."
*What are the roads like?*
"Ah, there it is! Thank you, We unintentionally made it... better at disguising itself than We thought possible."
*I'd say like typical medieval roads, paved with cobblestone*
"You're welcome. So I take it the experiments have been going well?"
A warlock behind him (the Seventeen tend to follow Faltros everywhere) pipes up. "And Faltros made a big, scary monster too! Red and scaly, ominous, breathes fire, the gods will be running in fear! He calls it a dragon."
"Yes, I did." Faltros looks proud. "If we can destroy the defenses of Cogintius's city we shall overpower it with ease."
*Okay.*
"Is that so?" The Swarm pauses, thinking.
"That gives me an idea... Have you heard of goats, and lions?"
*Chimera time (maniacal laughter)*
"Yes, what for? Lions I appreciate, they're strong and fierce, but goats aren't that strong or smart."
"They may not be the strongest or smartest, but they are stubborn. This is why, of all the old-world creatures, I have chosen them for my next experiment."
"I will, however, need a dragon's head. That is all I ask of you, and in exchange, you will receive the finished product."
"I can't offer the one I made. Need it for the big event. But have a replica." He waves his hand and a living dragon head and neck appear.
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“What are you?” He asks, now casting speak with animals.
”what purpose does an attack on the city serve?”
”I’m sure I’ll be fine… besides, I’m almost done. Just need to see if that mechanics guy, the one who’s building a machine, if he can figure out some stuff for me…”
*Okay.*
"Is that so?" The Swarm pauses, thinking.
"That gives me an idea... Have you heard of goats, and lions?"
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Sorry had to take a shower*
'Get out of my head, foul god.' the voice sounds cruel, and (as of now) amused.
"Multiple reasons. It'll show we're powerful, meaning more mortals join us, and we're not mainly aiming for the mortals themselves, mainly the buildings, especially the ones dedicated to worship. If we knock out the T.O.M that'll be especially devastating, with it being Cog's main temple and all."
"Ok, but after you consult the machine god you really, really should sleep."
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Macchino sits by his work. The torso is mostly complete, and now he's working on the head, fiddling with a variety of crystals and bits of polished metal.
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Chimera time (maniacal laughter)*
"Yes, what for? Lions I appreciate, they're strong and fierce, but goats aren't that strong or smart."
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“Now that’s no way to talk to someone. Who are you?”
”hmm… what is your plan for attacking the city?”
”fine, i guess…” he goes back to sketching… something. Some sort of building. And a really big one.
Phillip the inventor approaches him. He’s a short human with round glasses and black hair.
”excuse me, I’ve heard that you are quite the skilled… mechanic?”
'You don't need to know, why should I tell you?'
"First we need to destroy the city's magic defenses. We'll get a rogue to infiltrate the T.O.M and destroy the focus for the wards. Then, we send in our units. The mortals will probably be running away from the scene in fear, which is good since we don't want to get them caught in the crossfire."
"What is that? It's huge."
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“Because i asked. Why can’t I know?”
”interesting… how large is your army?”
”it’s something that hopefully will help humans. It will hopefully be able to figure out all of our problems and help us create things. If I can successfully build it, then the lives of humans could be improved with better methods for farming, cleaning, and other things. It would need a lot of materials though…”
(I mean it doesn't have one as of now lol) 'And why would I share my name with a potential enemy?' The light shimmers and it seems to be a few feet away again.
"Pretty large. Huge portion of the fighters of the G.O, small army of undead soldiers, and of course the dragon..."
"How would it do what you say it does, out of curiosity? And theoretically I could just wave my hand and at least make part of it."
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“Enemy? Why would i hurt you?” he continues following them.
”Dragon?”
”that would be extremely helpful, if you could do that! Even just supply us with the materials, we could do the rest. And about how it works… it can learn. Just like we can. But faster.”
Zarznac watches Tarcza and the Godless Ones converse from what seems to be as comfortable a position as a god of suffering can be in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed I am, for I am Macchino, God of Invention. What do you seek, mortal?"
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'The people I serve view you as a potential threat, but also a potential ally. Your choice.'
"Yes, Faltros-- demon guy, he's one of our patrons-- made a big monster called a dragon. It's red, scaly, breathes fire, terrifying!"
"It's sentient?"
*Just warning I gotta get off any second now*
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"Hello, Zarznac! Do you wish to join the sieze as well? The more the merrier."
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"They may not be the strongest or smartest, but they are stubborn. This is why, of all the old-world creatures, I have chosen them for my next experiment."
"I will, however, need a dragon's head. That is all I ask of you, and in exchange, you will receive the finished product."
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
“Well, who do you serve?”
“Hm. Is there just one or multiple of them?”
”it is able to learn and experiment, but I don’t know if that would qualify as thinking. It is supposed to work by taking information and then figuring out exactly how that works, and how it can be used.”
*Gtg*
*G'night y'all*
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
It wheezes, blood drizzling from its maw. It doesn't respond further.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can't offer the one I made. Need it for the big event. But have a replica." He waves his hand and a living dragon head and neck appear.
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