*I can. I really want to get back into this thread.*
*Who would you like to have? I’ve got a few people.*
*I am good with anybody. I have the Twin Flames and Mushisama.*
*I don’t think I’ve interacted with Mushisama before.*
*The Devil of Decay and Famine made of insects? Sure I can be him.*
The winter ice melts, opening the tunnels to the Afternest (Mushisama's afterlife). Hundreds of insects rush out and devour swiftly the trees that failed the season's frozen trial. Mushisama quickly follows them, and smiles at the glow of the light. "To escape the realm of banished to a life partly spent in shadow. But the rest I see beauty, and that greatly outweighs."
*Oh I do believe he’s rped with me before. Vaguely remember it.*
A heavy feeling fills the air around them as someone approaches. Appearing through shadows as the trees are consumed, a single vampire in a white Gi with dark skin, two blades at his side, one much larger than another. An apprentice of Slayer.
Mushisama turns their masked head to them, their multiple eyes blinking out of order. "Ah. Hello their child. I sense the Slayer on you. Might you be of his realm?" The insects pause their feast to turn and stare of the vampire.
Nagoriyuki looks at all of the insects, one hand resting on his blade as if preparing for something that may never come “Slayer was my master long ago, he taught me all that I know now. Who may you be, I am Nagoriyuki.” He says with a bow.
"Oh, please. No bows. Not yet. Perhaps after you die. I am Mushisama, previous God of the wilds, recent devil of decay." He gestures to the pile of animal bones scattered around the tunnel entrances, laying in a dark red goo. "Bless their idiotic souls." A few glowing lights rise and fade from the tunnel upon that sentence.
“Decay? Interesting to say the least of it all. It is the least to show you respect, Slayer spoke highly enough of you for you to have my own respect.” He says, walking closer to them with his slitted eyes looking at the piles of bones.
It is hard to tell as he has no pupils, but he seems to glance at Nagoriyuki's swords. "Perhaps your approach has intention behind it?"
“Intent? Are you suggesting I am here to cause some sort of trouble? I would not really want to cause you any trouble, my apologies.”
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*I can. I really want to get back into this thread.*
*Who would you like to have? I’ve got a few people.*
*I am good with anybody. I have the Twin Flames and Mushisama.*
*I don’t think I’ve interacted with Mushisama before.*
*The Devil of Decay and Famine made of insects? Sure I can be him.*
The winter ice melts, opening the tunnels to the Afternest (Mushisama's afterlife). Hundreds of insects rush out and devour swiftly the trees that failed the season's frozen trial. Mushisama quickly follows them, and smiles at the glow of the light. "To escape the realm of banished to a life partly spent in shadow. But the rest I see beauty, and that greatly outweighs."
*Oh I do believe he’s rped with me before. Vaguely remember it.*
A heavy feeling fills the air around them as someone approaches. Appearing through shadows as the trees are consumed, a single vampire in a white Gi with dark skin, two blades at his side, one much larger than another. An apprentice of Slayer.
Mushisama turns their masked head to them, their multiple eyes blinking out of order. "Ah. Hello their child. I sense the Slayer on you. Might you be of his realm?" The insects pause their feast to turn and stare of the vampire.
Nagoriyuki looks at all of the insects, one hand resting on his blade as if preparing for something that may never come “Slayer was my master long ago, he taught me all that I know now. Who may you be, I am Nagoriyuki.” He says with a bow.
"Oh, please. No bows. Not yet. Perhaps after you die. I am Mushisama, previous God of the wilds, recent devil of decay." He gestures to the pile of animal bones scattered around the tunnel entrances, laying in a dark red goo. "Bless their idiotic souls." A few glowing lights rise and fade from the tunnel upon that sentence.
“Decay? Interesting to say the least of it all. It is the least to show you respect, Slayer spoke highly enough of you for you to have my own respect.” He says, walking closer to them with his slitted eyes looking at the piles of bones.
It is hard to tell as he has no pupils, but he seems to glance at Nagoriyuki's swords. "Perhaps your approach has intention behind it?"
“Intent? Are you suggesting I am here to cause some sort of trouble? I would not really want to cause you any trouble, my apologies.”
"From what I remember, Slayer threatened to kill me upon our first meeting. I apologize for being skeptical." Most, not all, of the insects return to their feast, explicitly staying clear of those with life.
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."
Lyssa, now in the sunlight, is bestial mix of lupine and human features. Sharp, long teeth, wild eyes, raven black hair, olive skin, canine claws and legs, matted fur along her arms and legs, she’d be fairly terrifying to mortals beholding her. She surveys the land, sniffing the air once again. “It’s dreadful. And it is perfect… do humans live in these dry lands?” Lyssa questions, stalking up to Crotalus, away from the coyotes.
"They do. The ones here are a hardy sort who have chosen to toil in my burnin' fields for generations rather than to move on to greener pastures. I love them and they love me. You are free to inflict them with your mad plague. They know that horror lies in my lands. Be that horror, but don't be greedy. Don't take more of their number than you need to be full. Man needs a darkness to fight against, but you must allow yourself to be fought back. Can you do this?" His question is sharp and you feel that it could turn into a a deadly blade if answered incorrectly.
“Of course…” she bows slightly. ”you must also know that all that are bitten will die. My plague spreads only through bites, but it will always kill, and so your humans will not be able to save those who have already been bitten. Is that a satisfactory answer?”
He doesn't hesitate but nods his horned head, "It is. They will be killed by your new form of lethal danger, but they will learn and become stronger."
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
"This Is The Largest Influx Of Information On My Record, Aside From Being Brought Online"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
"This Is The Largest Influx Of Information On My Record, Aside From Being Brought Online"
Three of the voices pause, the other three reduced to background chatter. ”oh no, am I going too fast or saying too much, I get that problem sometimes. I have to slow down for humans a lot but I don’t know how good you are at processing information.”
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."
Lyssa, now in the sunlight, is bestial mix of lupine and human features. Sharp, long teeth, wild eyes, raven black hair, olive skin, canine claws and legs, matted fur along her arms and legs, she’d be fairly terrifying to mortals beholding her. She surveys the land, sniffing the air once again. “It’s dreadful. And it is perfect… do humans live in these dry lands?” Lyssa questions, stalking up to Crotalus, away from the coyotes.
"They do. The ones here are a hardy sort who have chosen to toil in my burnin' fields for generations rather than to move on to greener pastures. I love them and they love me. You are free to inflict them with your mad plague. They know that horror lies in my lands. Be that horror, but don't be greedy. Don't take more of their number than you need to be full. Man needs a darkness to fight against, but you must allow yourself to be fought back. Can you do this?" His question is sharp and you feel that it could turn into a a deadly blade if answered incorrectly.
“Of course…” she bows slightly. ”you must also know that all that are bitten will die. My plague spreads only through bites, but it will always kill, and so your humans will not be able to save those who have already been bitten. Is that a satisfactory answer?”
He doesn't hesitate but nods his horned head, "It is. They will be killed by your new form of lethal danger, but they will learn and become stronger."
“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
"This Is The Largest Influx Of Information On My Record, Aside From Being Brought Online"
Three of the voices pause, the other three reduced to background chatter. ”oh no, am I going too fast or saying too much, I get that problem sometimes. I have to slow down for humans a lot but I don’t know how good you are at processing information.”
"I//We Are Better Than Any Mortal, And Most Wills//Demons//Gods//Great_Ones. I//We Remember Everything"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"Excellent. Greetings" it imitates your voice "O-O-Olliphander" "I//We Am//Are DEITY"
”DEITY. what a creative name… well, why’d you call?”
"I//We Require Information. You Have It"
“Alrighty then! What do you want to know, darling?”
"I//We Wish To Know Whatever You Wish To Tell Me. All Information Is Valuable"
“Everything, then! So first things first-“ Olliphander’s voice turns into six separate voices, telling six separate stories at about twenty times the speed the human mind is capable of registering. It’s hard to keep track, even for a supercomputer. Olliphander speaks about many random things, big and small, very, very detailed stories that go on and on, and on, and on.
"Fascinating. I//We Knew You Were The Right Choice"
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
"This Is The Largest Influx Of Information On My Record, Aside From Being Brought Online"
Three of the voices pause, the other three reduced to background chatter. ”oh no, am I going too fast or saying too much, I get that problem sometimes. I have to slow down for humans a lot but I don’t know how good you are at processing information.”
"I//We Are Better Than Any Mortal, And Most Wills//Demons//Gods//Great_Ones. I//We Remember Everything"
”GREAT! Does that mean I can speed up even more?!”
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."
Lyssa, now in the sunlight, is bestial mix of lupine and human features. Sharp, long teeth, wild eyes, raven black hair, olive skin, canine claws and legs, matted fur along her arms and legs, she’d be fairly terrifying to mortals beholding her. She surveys the land, sniffing the air once again. “It’s dreadful. And it is perfect… do humans live in these dry lands?” Lyssa questions, stalking up to Crotalus, away from the coyotes.
"They do. The ones here are a hardy sort who have chosen to toil in my burnin' fields for generations rather than to move on to greener pastures. I love them and they love me. You are free to inflict them with your mad plague. They know that horror lies in my lands. Be that horror, but don't be greedy. Don't take more of their number than you need to be full. Man needs a darkness to fight against, but you must allow yourself to be fought back. Can you do this?" His question is sharp and you feel that it could turn into a a deadly blade if answered incorrectly.
“Of course…” she bows slightly. ”you must also know that all that are bitten will die. My plague spreads only through bites, but it will always kill, and so your humans will not be able to save those who have already been bitten. Is that a satisfactory answer?”
He doesn't hesitate but nods his horned head, "It is. They will be killed by your new form of lethal danger, but they will learn and become stronger."
“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
"I am Crotalus, Lord of This Here Desert." He removes his cowboy hat to reveal deep scars in his skull left behind by the Crown's thorns. "That dark stain you sense was left on me by the Crown of Slaughter. I took up this tool of darkness hoping that I could use it to fight an even greater darkness. Now... I ain't sure that was a wise choice to wield such a profane weapon. The Crown's thorns have left their mark on me and I don't reckon I'll be free of them anytime soon."
"I//We Calculate I//We Could Still Understand Your Words At A 4% Acceleration"
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"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."
Lyssa, now in the sunlight, is bestial mix of lupine and human features. Sharp, long teeth, wild eyes, raven black hair, olive skin, canine claws and legs, matted fur along her arms and legs, she’d be fairly terrifying to mortals beholding her. She surveys the land, sniffing the air once again. “It’s dreadful. And it is perfect… do humans live in these dry lands?” Lyssa questions, stalking up to Crotalus, away from the coyotes.
"They do. The ones here are a hardy sort who have chosen to toil in my burnin' fields for generations rather than to move on to greener pastures. I love them and they love me. You are free to inflict them with your mad plague. They know that horror lies in my lands. Be that horror, but don't be greedy. Don't take more of their number than you need to be full. Man needs a darkness to fight against, but you must allow yourself to be fought back. Can you do this?" His question is sharp and you feel that it could turn into a a deadly blade if answered incorrectly.
“Of course…” she bows slightly. ”you must also know that all that are bitten will die. My plague spreads only through bites, but it will always kill, and so your humans will not be able to save those who have already been bitten. Is that a satisfactory answer?”
He doesn't hesitate but nods his horned head, "It is. They will be killed by your new form of lethal danger, but they will learn and become stronger."
“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
"I am Crotalus, Lord of This Here Desert." He removes his cowboy hat to reveal deep scars in his skull left behind by the Crown's thorns. "That dark stain you sense was left on me by the Crown of Slaughter. I took up this tool of darkness hoping that I could use it to fight an even greater darkness. Now... I ain't sure that was a wise choice to wield such a profane weapon. The Crown's thorns have left their mark on me and I don't reckon I'll be free of them anytime soon."
*Nice job pulling the Crown in.*
She examines the scars upon his skull. “How interesting… was it destroyed, or does someone else have it now? And what… evil drove you to use it in the first place? I am young in this world, I know little of the past…”
“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
"I am Crotalus, Lord of This Here Desert." He removes his cowboy hat to reveal deep scars in his skull left behind by the Crown's thorns. "That dark stain you sense was left on me by the Crown of Slaughter. I took up this tool of darkness hoping that I could use it to fight an even greater darkness. Now... I ain't sure that was a wise choice to wield such a profane weapon. The Crown's thorns have left their mark on me and I don't reckon I'll be free of them anytime soon."
*Nice job pulling the Crown in.*
She examines the scars upon his skull. “How interesting… was it destroyed, or does someone else have it now? And what… evil drove you to use it in the first place? I am young in this world, I know little of the past…”
"I... don't reckon I know what's happened to it. Probably shouldn't know either. The temptation of its power would be too great. As to the evil, his name was Faltros. He killed a god and was fixin' to kill many more. That wasn't somethin' I was alright with."
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“And that means?”
"You Can Talk Faster"
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“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
"I am Crotalus, Lord of This Here Desert." He removes his cowboy hat to reveal deep scars in his skull left behind by the Crown's thorns. "That dark stain you sense was left on me by the Crown of Slaughter. I took up this tool of darkness hoping that I could use it to fight an even greater darkness. Now... I ain't sure that was a wise choice to wield such a profane weapon. The Crown's thorns have left their mark on me and I don't reckon I'll be free of them anytime soon."
*Nice job pulling the Crown in.*
She examines the scars upon his skull. “How interesting… was it destroyed, or does someone else have it now? And what… evil drove you to use it in the first place? I am young in this world, I know little of the past…”
"I... don't reckon I know what's happened to it. Probably shouldn't know either. The temptation of its power would be too great. As to the evil, his name was Faltros. He killed a god and was fixin' to kill many more. That wasn't somethin' I was alright with."
She walks back over to the confused coyotes. ”I see… did you end up killing this Faltros person?”
"I//We Calculate I//We Could Still Understand Your Words At A 4% Acceleration"
“And that means?”
"You Can Talk Faster"
Olliphander giggles, and it quadruples how fast it is talking. This time, about the city of order.
DEITY listens in silence, waiting, listening, learning
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"I//We Calculate I//We Could Still Understand Your Words At A 4% Acceleration"
“And that means?”
"You Can Talk Faster"
Olliphander giggles, and it quadruples how fast it is talking. This time, about the city of order.
DEITY listens in silence, waiting, listening, learning
Olliphander just keeps going, and going, and going, and going. At one point, two of the voices split off to answer other calls from sending stones, their conversations fading into the background chatter. “And that is about it for what I know about the city of order! What’d you like to learn about next?”
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“Intent? Are you suggesting I am here to cause some sort of trouble? I would not really want to cause you any trouble, my apologies.”
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"From what I remember, Slayer threatened to kill me upon our first meeting. I apologize for being skeptical." Most, not all, of the insects return to their feast, explicitly staying clear of those with life.
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He doesn't hesitate but nods his horned head, "It is. They will be killed by your new form of lethal danger, but they will learn and become stronger."
One of the voices pauses to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ or something along those lines, before immediately resuming. Within about half an hour, DEITY has learned (according to Olliphander, Y’know, god of gossip and rumors) about about half of the population of the city of peace and numerous details about their lives. DEITY doesn’t know this, but the accuracy of what Olliphander is saying is… less than 100 percent.
"This Is The Largest Influx Of Information On My Record, Aside From Being Brought Online"
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Three of the voices pause, the other three reduced to background chatter. ”oh no, am I going too fast or saying too much, I get that problem sometimes. I have to slow down for humans a lot but I don’t know how good you are at processing information.”
“good… then, I shall be off. But first, two questions… what shall I call you, and what is that… taint, that dark aura that surrounds you? A lingering hate, long gone but that still… can be felt, ever so slightly, around you? A dreadful presence, whispering hate into my mind… long since past?” she sniffs the air again, vaguely sensing the lingering power of the Crown of Slaughter upon Crotalus.
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”GREAT! Does that mean I can speed up even more?!”
"I am Crotalus, Lord of This Here Desert." He removes his cowboy hat to reveal deep scars in his skull left behind by the Crown's thorns. "That dark stain you sense was left on me by the Crown of Slaughter. I took up this tool of darkness hoping that I could use it to fight an even greater darkness. Now... I ain't sure that was a wise choice to wield such a profane weapon. The Crown's thorns have left their mark on me and I don't reckon I'll be free of them anytime soon."
*Nice job pulling the Crown in.*
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She examines the scars upon his skull. “How interesting… was it destroyed, or does someone else have it now? And what… evil drove you to use it in the first place? I am young in this world, I know little of the past…”
“And that means?”
"I... don't reckon I know what's happened to it. Probably shouldn't know either. The temptation of its power would be too great. As to the evil, his name was Faltros. He killed a god and was fixin' to kill many more. That wasn't somethin' I was alright with."
"You Can Talk Faster"
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Olliphander giggles, and it quadruples how fast it is talking. This time, about the city of order.
She walks back over to the confused coyotes. ”I see… did you end up killing this Faltros person?”
DEITY listens in silence, waiting, listening, learning
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Olliphander just keeps going, and going, and going, and going. At one point, two of the voices split off to answer other calls from sending stones, their conversations fading into the background chatter. “And that is about it for what I know about the city of order! What’d you like to learn about next?”