I observe the town at work from the top of the pillar, not on a throne, not from some fancy divan, but standing. I stand and watch carefully.
You hear the heavy flap of wings. The dark shapes of buzzards circle you from above.
I eye the creatures carefully. After a few moments, I let them continue to circle. I keep them in the back of my mind.
The buzzards begin to draw closer, whirling around in a swirl of black feathers. They melt into each other with a loud rustling and the stark white shape of a longhorn skull grows from out of the feathery swarm. “Howdy, I’m new around these parts. Thought I’d meet the neighbors.”
I groan inwardly. I turn around and smile,
”Hello. Who may you be? And what brings you to Idris?”
The swarm of vulture feathers undulates slightly but stays in place. “I’m just a desert god from out in the Badlands. Idris, is that what you call this little town of yours?”
“That’s what they call this entire country.” I look out at the town proudly,
”I set the groundwork. They did the rest. Little Nephilim.”
“Nephilim? Those your folk down there? Mighty fine town they’ve built.”
“Sure is.” I look at you,
”say, what brings you to the order domain?”
“That’s what this place is? I don’t mind a little law myself.” Says the skull among the feathery form, “I haven’t spent a lot of time outside my desert. Thought I should get to know some of the folks outside my domain.”
“Indeed? That’s very nice. Yes, this is the order domain. There is another city farther along that is also a part of this domain.” I say, pointing in the general direction of the city.
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
I observe the town at work from the top of the pillar, not on a throne, not from some fancy divan, but standing. I stand and watch carefully.
You hear the heavy flap of wings. The dark shapes of buzzards circle you from above.
I eye the creatures carefully. After a few moments, I let them continue to circle. I keep them in the back of my mind.
The buzzards begin to draw closer, whirling around in a swirl of black feathers. They melt into each other with a loud rustling and the stark white shape of a longhorn skull grows from out of the feathery swarm. “Howdy, I’m new around these parts. Thought I’d meet the neighbors.”
I groan inwardly. I turn around and smile,
”Hello. Who may you be? And what brings you to Idris?”
The swarm of vulture feathers undulates slightly but stays in place. “I’m just a desert god from out in the Badlands. Idris, is that what you call this little town of yours?”
“That’s what they call this entire country.” I look out at the town proudly,
”I set the groundwork. They did the rest. Little Nephilim.”
“Nephilim? Those your folk down there? Mighty fine town they’ve built.”
“Sure is.” I look at you,
”say, what brings you to the order domain?”
“That’s what this place is? I don’t mind a little law myself.” Says the skull among the feathery form, “I haven’t spent a lot of time outside my desert. Thought I should get to know some of the folks outside my domain.”
“Indeed? That’s very nice. Yes, this is the order domain. There is another city farther along that is also a part of this domain.” I say, pointing in the general direction of the city.
His expressionless skull face stays affixed to you, “That city yours too? Or are you competing with another order god?”
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
“Alright, well, lets see it then.”
“Alright then.” He tilts his head up and lets out a long, lonely whistle. Then a distant rumbling begins to shake the earth. In a cloud of swirling sand and wind, a stallion with a hide as red as dirt roars past. The stranger god swings effortlessly onto the stallions bareback and grabs you, lifting you up behind him. He blasts off in a screaming tornado.
A few moments later the horses hooves bite the dirt again. The desert god leaps to the ground and his boots crunch against sandy stone, pulling you with him. The whirling gale blocks all surroundings from sight.
I observe the town at work from the top of the pillar, not on a throne, not from some fancy divan, but standing. I stand and watch carefully.
You hear the heavy flap of wings. The dark shapes of buzzards circle you from above.
I eye the creatures carefully. After a few moments, I let them continue to circle. I keep them in the back of my mind.
The buzzards begin to draw closer, whirling around in a swirl of black feathers. They melt into each other with a loud rustling and the stark white shape of a longhorn skull grows from out of the feathery swarm. “Howdy, I’m new around these parts. Thought I’d meet the neighbors.”
I groan inwardly. I turn around and smile,
”Hello. Who may you be? And what brings you to Idris?”
The swarm of vulture feathers undulates slightly but stays in place. “I’m just a desert god from out in the Badlands. Idris, is that what you call this little town of yours?”
“That’s what they call this entire country.” I look out at the town proudly,
”I set the groundwork. They did the rest. Little Nephilim.”
“Nephilim? Those your folk down there? Mighty fine town they’ve built.”
“Sure is.” I look at you,
”say, what brings you to the order domain?”
“That’s what this place is? I don’t mind a little law myself.” Says the skull among the feathery form, “I haven’t spent a lot of time outside my desert. Thought I should get to know some of the folks outside my domain.”
“Indeed? That’s very nice. Yes, this is the order domain. There is another city farther along that is also a part of this domain.” I say, pointing in the general direction of the city.
His expressionless skull face stays affixed to you, “That city yours too? Or are you competing with another order god?”
“Not to compete, no. Not my thing.” I say,
”And what benefit would it even provide? My pride isn’t wounded. I have nothing to gain”
The clanking of boots of soldiers, what sounds to be a grand army, can be heard marching through the land. Nobody dares risking a look at who is in the army, but the dead tree symbol on a banner above them indicates that they are of the Godless Ones. And they're marching for Cogintius's city.
Cogintius is in the town square, giving a speech. "Now, I have heard rumors spreading of the Godless Ones sending an army to our fair city. But even if they do, their attempts are futile! Our wards shall keep us safe..."
Meanwhile, a rogue is sneaking into the T.O.M...
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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 observe the town at work from the top of the pillar, not on a throne, not from some fancy divan, but standing. I stand and watch carefully.
You hear the heavy flap of wings. The dark shapes of buzzards circle you from above.
I eye the creatures carefully. After a few moments, I let them continue to circle. I keep them in the back of my mind.
The buzzards begin to draw closer, whirling around in a swirl of black feathers. They melt into each other with a loud rustling and the stark white shape of a longhorn skull grows from out of the feathery swarm. “Howdy, I’m new around these parts. Thought I’d meet the neighbors.”
I groan inwardly. I turn around and smile,
”Hello. Who may you be? And what brings you to Idris?”
The swarm of vulture feathers undulates slightly but stays in place. “I’m just a desert god from out in the Badlands. Idris, is that what you call this little town of yours?”
“That’s what they call this entire country.” I look out at the town proudly,
”I set the groundwork. They did the rest. Little Nephilim.”
“Nephilim? Those your folk down there? Mighty fine town they’ve built.”
“Sure is.” I look at you,
”say, what brings you to the order domain?”
“That’s what this place is? I don’t mind a little law myself.” Says the skull among the feathery form, “I haven’t spent a lot of time outside my desert. Thought I should get to know some of the folks outside my domain.”
“Indeed? That’s very nice. Yes, this is the order domain. There is another city farther along that is also a part of this domain.” I say, pointing in the general direction of the city.
His expressionless skull face stays affixed to you, “That city yours too? Or are you competing with another order god?”
“Not to compete, no. Not my thing.” I say,
”And what benefit would it even provide? My pride isn’t wounded. I have nothing to gain”
“So it is your city?” says the desert god with a tilt of his horned head, “You would gain resources and worshippers. Where I come from, life is a competition. Resources are scarce so every ounce you can claim is a major victory.”
*temple of… I forgot the last part but the first is temple of*
*Temple of the Order Mythos. It was formed by Clepsydris and Cogintuis who first founded the Mythos Of Order (the M.O.O). It's a giant clocktower (representing Clepsydris, god of time) as well as a library (representing Cogintius, god of knowledge). And one of its floors holds the gem that manages the city's magical defenses, guess what the rogue is going for? :)*
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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
The rogue walks up the steps of the T.O.M. It's practically empty while Cog is making his speech. He goes up to one floor in particular, which is almost empty except for a brighting blue gem floating in the center, magical runes flying all around it...
"Easy gig," the rogue prepares two daggers, each coated with deadly positions. Quickly, he stabs the crystal, causing an explosion of force that sends the rogue flying against the wall. Red lights blared as alarms, which could be seen by the mortals in the city square streaming through the window and making a loud noise to signify danger. But the crystal is broken, and the near transparent forcefield is becoming fully transparent as it disappears.
"And that is why you should not worry at all." Cog finishes his speech right as the wards break, and the armies arrive. He mutters to himself, "well, that's not good."
The army is full of legions-- first the undead. Wights, ghouls, ghasts, zombies, many types of undead were there, filling the ranks and nearly doubling them. Second are the regular Godless Ones troops, hundreds of the cultists and warriors ready to charge. Second to front are the Seventeen Warlocks, with Faltros in front of him. He's gotten some new gear-- armor with gold designs trimmed into it, a sword with an obsidian pommel, red gem, and blade made of fire-- and a mount-- a shadowy horse wreathed in flames. (A nightmare) As well as all of this, a large shadowy figure can be seen flying towards the rest of the army, a menacing monstrosity.
Faltros brandishes his firey sword. "People of the city," he calls out, "you may be scared of our oncoming armies. But I can assure you we mean you no harm. Only the gods and their temples, shall be targeted by our troops, unless if any mortals attempt to stand in our way. If you merely stay out of the combat, you shall live. You have my word." The army slowly starts advancing to the city...
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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
*temple of… I forgot the last part but the first is temple of*
*Temple of the Order Mythos. It was formed by Clepsydris and Cogintuis who first founded the Mythos Of Order (the M.O.O). It's a giant clocktower (representing Clepsydris, god of time) as well as a library (representing Cogintius, god of knowledge). And one of its floors holds the gem that manages the city's magical defenses, guess what the rogue is going for? :)*
*Well then, thanks! That's epic*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*oh no if Cog dies then he can’t make the superstructure*
Phillip, and a small group of around a hundred individuals have fled the city with some building materials, rations, and tents and are heading towards the river of Herionidus.
*Would anyone mind if I gave Szerucharz's Power Points and rank to a new character? Right now he's just... there, and I can't think of anything to do with him.*
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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.
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
“Alright, well, lets see it then.”
“Alright then.” He tilts his head up and lets out a long, lonely whistle. Then a distant rumbling begins to shake the earth. In a cloud of swirling sand and wind, a stallion with a hide as red as dirt roars past. The stranger god swings effortlessly onto the stallions bareback and grabs you, lifting you up behind him. He blasts off in a screaming tornado.
A few moments later the horses hooves bite the dirt again. The desert god leaps to the ground and his boots crunch against sandy stone, pulling you with him. The whirling gale blocks all surroundings from sight.
”Here we are.”
When the wind dies down, the first thing you notice is the heat. Surely the desert angered the sun gods for the blazing star blasts the dry ground with scorching heat as if it was trying to wipe all life off the face of the earth.
Yet life lives on. You see fleet footed lizards dance across the dunes and dwarf owls sheltering in towering cacti. Hawks hide from jumping mice in the sun’s glare and massive boars escape the sun in rocky riverbeds.
The trees are short and brittle and there is no lush green vegetation. Only thorny brush and twisted branches of cedar sprout in this wasteland. The horizon is endless, broken only by the occasional mesa.
Speaking of mesas, you stand upon the blood red stone of one of these natural monuments which grants you an excellent view of the dusty landscape.
This new god stands next to you, gazing upon his domain with great pride.
*Would anyone mind if I gave Szerucharz's Power Points and rank to a new character? Right now he's just... there, and I can't think of anything to do with him.*
*I don’t mind, but I don’t know if I count seeing as how I just now joined finally.*
*Would anyone mind if I gave Szerucharz's Power Points and rank to a new character? Right now he's just... there, and I can't think of anything to do with him.*
*I don’t mind, but I don’t know if I count seeing as how I just now joined finally.*
“Indeed? That’s very nice. Yes, this is the order domain. There is another city farther along that is also a part of this domain.” I say, pointing in the general direction of the city.
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
His expressionless skull face stays affixed to you, “That city yours too? Or are you competing with another order god?”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
“Alright, well, lets see it then.”
“Alright then.” He tilts his head up and lets out a long, lonely whistle. Then a distant rumbling begins to shake the earth. In a cloud of swirling sand and wind, a stallion with a hide as red as dirt roars past. The stranger god swings effortlessly onto the stallions bareback and grabs you, lifting you up behind him. He blasts off in a screaming tornado.
A few moments later the horses hooves bite the dirt again. The desert god leaps to the ground and his boots crunch against sandy stone, pulling you with him. The whirling gale blocks all surroundings from sight.
”Here we are.”
“Not to compete, no. Not my thing.” I say,
”And what benefit would it even provide? My pride isn’t wounded. I have nothing to gain”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
The clanking of boots of soldiers, what sounds to be a grand army, can be heard marching through the land. Nobody dares risking a look at who is in the army, but the dead tree symbol on a banner above them indicates that they are of the Godless Ones. And they're marching for Cogintius's city.
Cogintius is in the town square, giving a speech. "Now, I have heard rumors spreading of the Godless Ones sending an army to our fair city. But even if they do, their attempts are futile! Our wards shall keep us safe..."
Meanwhile, a rogue is sneaking into the T.O.M...
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
*What's the T.O.M., again?*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*temple of… I forgot the last part but the first is temple of*
“So it is your city?” says the desert god with a tilt of his horned head, “You would gain resources and worshippers. Where I come from, life is a competition. Resources are scarce so every ounce you can claim is a major victory.”
*Temple of the Order Mythos. It was formed by Clepsydris and Cogintuis who first founded the Mythos Of Order (the M.O.O). It's a giant clocktower (representing Clepsydris, god of time) as well as a library (representing Cogintius, god of knowledge). And one of its floors holds the gem that manages the city's magical defenses, guess what the rogue is going for? :)*
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
The rogue walks up the steps of the T.O.M. It's practically empty while Cog is making his speech. He goes up to one floor in particular, which is almost empty except for a brighting blue gem floating in the center, magical runes flying all around it...
"Easy gig," the rogue prepares two daggers, each coated with deadly positions. Quickly, he stabs the crystal, causing an explosion of force that sends the rogue flying against the wall. Red lights blared as alarms, which could be seen by the mortals in the city square streaming through the window and making a loud noise to signify danger. But the crystal is broken, and the near transparent forcefield is becoming fully transparent as it disappears.
"And that is why you should not worry at all." Cog finishes his speech right as the wards break, and the armies arrive. He mutters to himself, "well, that's not good."
The army is full of legions-- first the undead. Wights, ghouls, ghasts, zombies, many types of undead were there, filling the ranks and nearly doubling them. Second are the regular Godless Ones troops, hundreds of the cultists and warriors ready to charge. Second to front are the Seventeen Warlocks, with Faltros in front of him. He's gotten some new gear-- armor with gold designs trimmed into it, a sword with an obsidian pommel, red gem, and blade made of fire-- and a mount-- a shadowy horse wreathed in flames. (A nightmare) As well as all of this, a large shadowy figure can be seen flying towards the rest of the army, a menacing monstrosity.
Faltros brandishes his firey sword. "People of the city," he calls out, "you may be scared of our oncoming armies. But I can assure you we mean you no harm. Only the gods and their temples, shall be targeted by our troops, unless if any mortals attempt to stand in our way. If you merely stay out of the combat, you shall live. You have my word." The army slowly starts advancing to the city...
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
*Well then, thanks! That's epic*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*oh no if Cog dies then he can’t make the superstructure*
Phillip, and a small group of around a hundred individuals have fled the city with some building materials, rations, and tents and are heading towards the river of Herionidus.
*Would anyone mind if I gave Szerucharz's Power Points and rank to a new character? Right now he's just... there, and I can't think of anything to do with him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
When the wind dies down, the first thing you notice is the heat. Surely the desert angered the sun gods for the blazing star blasts the dry ground with scorching heat as if it was trying to wipe all life off the face of the earth.
Yet life lives on. You see fleet footed lizards dance across the dunes and dwarf owls sheltering in towering cacti. Hawks hide from jumping mice in the sun’s glare and massive boars escape the sun in rocky riverbeds.
The trees are short and brittle and there is no lush green vegetation. Only thorny brush and twisted branches of cedar sprout in this wasteland. The horizon is endless, broken only by the occasional mesa.
Speaking of mesas, you stand upon the blood red stone of one of these natural monuments which grants you an excellent view of the dusty landscape.
This new god stands next to you, gazing upon his domain with great pride.
*I don’t mind, but I don’t know if I count seeing as how I just now joined finally.*
*You should ping/dm baazle*
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!