"I am unaffiliated. I believe that the demon's name is Faltros, and I hear that the Great One is known only as The Swarm. It seems that The Swarm holds greater power than Faltros."
He nods his horned head, "I think I've had some dealings with the weaker one. From what I heard, some of the Mythos are separated by order and chaos. Is this true?"
"The only true Mythos I've seen is the Mythos of Order. The deal between Faltros and The Swarm seems to be a trade, purely business."
"I see. Are you concerned about the deal between Faltros and The Swarm? Faltros seems intent on destroying all the gods."
"I do not worry about them. I doubt they know of my existence."
"That's a safe way to stay," He says and he taps his skull's temple with a bony finger, "But it ain't super fun."
"I have more important things to do, than to fight. Machines to create, a civilization to lead and teach. This Cathedral was designed by a group of my gnomes."
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
The Swarm has started combining various species of bird with a variety of terrestrial predators. They seem quite pleased with the combination of owls and bears...
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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.
Zarznac is wandering out in the desert, looking for inspiration. He seems particularly interested in rattlesnakes.
Out in the distance, the heat waves roll and the air ripples in the sun. Out of the shivering air steps a thin figure. The desert god is suddenly right next to you, several rattlesnakes coil around his boots when he stands still and their rattling song fills the air.
"Well howdy stranger. What brings you to this perilous paradise?"
"I have more important things to do, than to fight. Machines to create, a civilization to lead and teach. This Cathedral was designed by a group of my gnomes."
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
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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.
(Music) The Gloaming Kingdom's borders begin to spread as Zarznac ascends above it. His feathers have eyes on them, like a peacock's, and they fluff out, making him seem larger and more dangerous. In the dead of the night, he raises his claws, and the barbed wire around his body lifts off... and coils around the moon, like a crown of iron thorns. The moon turns red as the light of Consequence pours down, infecting the minds of dreamers.
Those who sleep will dream. And they will learn. And they will comprehend. Monsters will roam the night, born of fears and reproducing through nightmares. Nights shall grow long and dark, and grant cover for the weak, broken, and befouled.
Zarznac, Elder Evil of Sympathy Twilight, Shadow, Fear, Strife, and Knowledge domains. 270,000 followers
*Can't really RP with Zarznac since both Faltros and Cog are occupied, but that's epic*
*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.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
*After the battle Cogintius will probably come and help*
*Epic*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"I have more important things to do, than to fight. Machines to create, a civilization to lead and teach. This Cathedral was designed by a group of my gnomes."
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
*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.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
Macchino teleports behind Phillip.
"Watcha makin'?"
He looks up, a bit startled, bags under his eyes. "A... machine, that will make some very useful computations for us humans to thrive. A supercomputer? That seems right. It's a work in process, not even I am entirely sure what will come of it." He smiles.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"I have more important things to do, than to fight. Machines to create, a civilization to lead and teach. This Cathedral was designed by a group of my gnomes."
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
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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.
Zarznac is wandering out in the desert, looking for inspiration. He seems particularly interested in rattlesnakes.
Out in the distance, the heat waves roll and the air ripples in the sun. Out of the shivering air steps a thin figure. The desert god is suddenly right next to you, several rattlesnakes coil around his boots when he stands still and their rattling song fills the air.
"Well howdy stranger. What brings you to this perilous paradise?"
(I should probably tell you, Zarznac looks like a giant wolf with antlers in place of eyes and black feathers in place of fur, both of which have eye patterns on them. He's presently wearing black robes and wraps and a sun hat with one of his feathers stuck in it)
"Just admiring your domain, sir." (He sounds like Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy if you want a voice claim) "As the Lord of Fear, I can't help but admire your serpents. They are skilled in the art."
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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.
*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.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
Macchino teleports behind Phillip.
"Watcha makin'?"
He looks up, a bit startled, bags under his eyes. "A... machine, that will make some very useful computations for us humans to thrive. A supercomputer? That seems right. It's a work in process, not even I am entirely sure what will come of it." He smiles.
"Ah, yes. The one I helped you with the other day. I think it will work better than you may anticipate."
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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 have more important things to do, than to fight. Machines to create, a civilization to lead and teach. This Cathedral was designed by a group of my gnomes."
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
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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.
Zarznac is wandering out in the desert, looking for inspiration. He seems particularly interested in rattlesnakes.
Out in the distance, the heat waves roll and the air ripples in the sun. Out of the shivering air steps a thin figure. The desert god is suddenly right next to you, several rattlesnakes coil around his boots when he stands still and their rattling song fills the air.
"Well howdy stranger. What brings you to this perilous paradise?"
(I should probably tell you, Zarznac looks like a giant wolf with antlers in place of eyes and black feathers in place of fur, both of which have eye patterns on them. He's presently wearing black robes and wraps and a sun hat with one of his feathers stuck in it)
"Just admiring your domain, sir." (He sounds like Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy if you want a voice claim) "As the Lord of Fear, I can't help but admire your serpents. They are skilled in the art."
*Thanks for the description, he looks sick.*
"There's plenty of fear and fearsomeness out here." A rattling diamonback slides in and out of his black eye sockets, yellow eyes fixed on your twisted form, "My rattlers certainly are master fearmongers. Ever tasted the terror of a barefoot man feeling the rough scales of a diamondback under his feet and hearing the buzz of the serpent's tail? Ain't nothing like it."
*Hi! Can I transfer my god from the previous thread onto here? Kila was an overgod in the original, what would he be here?*
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"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
"Bones can feed my hounds and they give structure and strength. Bones don't rust and grind together out under the hot sun and when splashed with sand, at least not when wrapped in flesh. Bones are filled with marrow, and delicious tree for my angels and my insects."
(I should probably tell you, Zarznac looks like a giant wolf with antlers in place of eyes and black feathers in place of fur, both of which have eye patterns on them. He's presently wearing black robes and wraps and a sun hat with one of his feathers stuck in it)
"Just admiring your domain, sir." (He sounds like Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy if you want a voice claim) "As the Lord of Fear, I can't help but admire your serpents. They are skilled in the art."
*Thanks for the description, he looks sick.*
"There's plenty of fear and fearsomeness out here." A rattling diamonback slides in and out of his black eye sockets, yellow eyes fixed on your twisted form, "My rattlers certainly are master fearmongers. Ever tasted the terror of a barefoot man feeling the rough scales of a diamondback under his feet and hearing the buzz of the serpent's tail? Ain't nothing like it."
The elder evil seems amused and pleased.
"Fear is a shield... and a teacher. I doubt such a man would dare walk barefoot again, assuming he survived the encounter. I wish to spread tales of these horrors under the veil of sleep. Would you permit me to build a signal tower here?"
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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.
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
"Bones can feed my hounds and they give structure and strength. Bones don't rust and grind together out under the hot sun and when splashed with sand, at least not when wrapped in flesh. Bones are filled with marrow, and delicious tree for my angels and my insects."
"Bones are not sufficient sustenance for hounds, are weaker than the Steel and Damascus of my limbs, and my Machines never rust nor grind, for they are Pure. I care little for your angels and insects."
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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.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
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Zarznac is wandering out in the desert, looking for inspiration. He seems particularly interested in rattlesnakes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a mighty fine place you've built here. Awfully fancy and big. Don't have houses like this where I come from." He says as he surveys the construction, "Plenty of roosts for a flock of birds."
The Swarm has started combining various species of bird with a variety of terrestrial predators. They seem quite pleased with the combination of owls and bears...
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Out in the distance, the heat waves roll and the air ripples in the sun. Out of the shivering air steps a thin figure. The desert god is suddenly right next to you, several rattlesnakes coil around his boots when he stands still and their rattling song fills the air.
"Well howdy stranger. What brings you to this perilous paradise?"
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Epic*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
He looks up, a bit startled, bags under his eyes. "A... machine, that will make some very useful computations for us humans to thrive. A supercomputer? That seems right. It's a work in process, not even I am entirely sure what will come of it." He smiles.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*There are no level 5 slots left, but one might be opened soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(I should probably tell you, Zarznac looks like a giant wolf with antlers in place of eyes and black feathers in place of fur, both of which have eye patterns on them. He's presently wearing black robes and wraps and a sun hat with one of his feathers stuck in it)
"Just admiring your domain, sir." (He sounds like Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy if you want a voice claim) "As the Lord of Fear, I can't help but admire your serpents. They are skilled in the art."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, yes. The one I helped you with the other day. I think it will work better than you may anticipate."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Thanks for the description, he looks sick.*
"There's plenty of fear and fearsomeness out here." A rattling diamonback slides in and out of his black eye sockets, yellow eyes fixed on your twisted form, "My rattlers certainly are master fearmongers. Ever tasted the terror of a barefoot man feeling the rough scales of a diamondback under his feet and hearing the buzz of the serpent's tail? Ain't nothing like it."
*Hi! Can I transfer my god from the previous thread onto here? Kila was an overgod in the original, what would he be here?*
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"Bones can feed my hounds and they give structure and strength. Bones don't rust and grind together out under the hot sun and when splashed with sand, at least not when wrapped in flesh. Bones are filled with marrow, and delicious tree for my angels and my insects."
*Probably would have to start from level 1, but you can ask Baalze. The max number of Overgods has already been reached.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
The elder evil seems amused and pleased.
"Fear is a shield... and a teacher. I doubt such a man would dare walk barefoot again, assuming he survived the encounter. I wish to spread tales of these horrors under the veil of sleep. Would you permit me to build a signal tower here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Bones are not sufficient sustenance for hounds, are weaker than the Steel and Damascus of my limbs, and my Machines never rust nor grind, for they are Pure. I care little for your angels and insects."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."