*okay Kasrik, do you wanna do a final few roles to decide who wins the Swarm Vs Herionidus fight?*
*Sure. How many?*
*like 3?*
7
5
Herionidus releases a blast of shadowy gold energy towards the swarm, before lunging at it with their teeth gnashing. Following behind the form is smoke, and thousands of tiny shadowy creatures that follow him and bite and gnaw at the swarm: Quasits.
*The lowest seam is about 30 feet off the ground, where the walls become a thick metal mesh.*
The jackal (Karka btw) dissolves into a whirlwind of sand, flies up and tries to enter through the seam.
The mesh allows them to enter, passing between ⅛ mile of complex clockworks before entering a huge chamber, about a mile high and ¼ mile in diameter.
A giant human heart made of machinery and clear crystal hangs down from the ceiling, pumping some sort of yellow liquid.
Karka shifts back into giant jackal form and steps closer, curiously.
Macchino teleports behind Karka, and speaks out in a booming, reverberating voice.
"What are you doing in MY Tower‽"
Karka whirls around, looking for the voice’s source. He bares his fangs in a malicious grin. “So I am not alone then….” His mouth doesn’t seem quite in sync with his voice.
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
Macchino teleports behind Karka, and speaks out in a booming, reverberating voice.
"What are you doing in MY Tower‽"
Karka whirls around, looking for the voice’s source. He bares his fangs in a malicious grin. “So I am not alone then….” His mouth doesn’t seem quite in sync with his voice.
"Of course not! Did you think you were the first Greater Will here‽"
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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.
*okay Kasrik, do you wanna do a final few roles to decide who wins the Swarm Vs Herionidus fight?*
*Sure. How many?*
*like 3?*
7
5
Herionidus releases a blast of shadowy gold energy towards the swarm, before lunging at it with their teeth gnashing. Following behind the form is smoke, and thousands of tiny shadowy creatures that follow him and bite and gnaw at the swarm: Quasits.
5
The Swarm retaliates, pushing the spikes of its net into Herionidus' form.
3
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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.
Macchino teleports behind Karka, and speaks out in a booming, reverberating voice.
"What are you doing in MY Tower‽"
Karka whirls around, looking for the voice’s source. He bares his fangs in a malicious grin. “So I am not alone then….” His mouth doesn’t seem quite in sync with his voice.
"Of course not! Did you think you were the first Greater Will here‽"
“I had wondered if others existed anywhere. It has been many eons since I was last awake.. So you are also like me? A Greater Will??”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
"Of course not! Did you think you were the first Greater Will here‽"
“I had wondered if others existed anywhere. It has been many eons since I was last awake.. So you are also like me? A Greater Will??”
*You sure Karka's a God? Usually those from the Old World are Demons.*
"I am nothing like you; you are but a weak being of disgusting Flesh... Whereas I strive to be Pure, like my Machines. But yes, I am a Greater Will. A God, to be more specific."
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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.
"Of course not! Did you think you were the first Greater Will here‽"
“I had wondered if others existed anywhere. It has been many eons since I was last awake.. So you are also like me? A Greater Will??”
*You sure Karka's a God? Usually those from the Old World are Demons.*
"I am nothing like you; you are but a weak being of disgusting Flesh... Whereas I strive to be Pure, like my Machines. But yes, I am a Greater Will. A God, to be more specific."
*He wasn’t necessarily physical in the Old World. More like a vague consciousness in the background. He has only just formed into a true god.*
“A god… how long have you existed?” His grin widens
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
(shoot i think my brain isn't working. Does he like the fruit? Is it one that the people are just growing?)
Multiple people approach, seeing what seems like a malnourished person in need of food and possible help. "Want water? Bubblefruit yogurt?" One little boy notices that the worm-like grass has died from you stepping on it. "If ya don't like wormgrass, eat this gooieduck. It repels the grass." He hands you a strange, soft teal object with black stringy stuff wrapped around it.
*He dislikes the fruit. It is too easy and lush for him to enjoy.*
A thin smile stretches across his hollow cheeked face but it is quickly replaced by a sorrowful look of desperation. "I'm... I'm starving.... Do you kind people have any food...?" He takes the goodieduck and eats it with the voracity of a man who hasn't eaten in days.
Many of them nod quickly, scurrying about to gather a basket of goodies. "We have plenty to spare. Do you need a place to stay?" One woman asks. "If you venture too far into the Iterator alone, it gets a bit dangerous."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
(shoot i think my brain isn't working. Does he like the fruit? Is it one that the people are just growing?)
Multiple people approach, seeing what seems like a malnourished person in need of food and possible help. "Want water? Bubblefruit yogurt?" One little boy notices that the worm-like grass has died from you stepping on it. "If ya don't like wormgrass, eat this gooieduck. It repels the grass." He hands you a strange, soft teal object with black stringy stuff wrapped around it.
*He dislikes the fruit. It is too easy and lush for him to enjoy.*
A thin smile stretches across his hollow cheeked face but it is quickly replaced by a sorrowful look of desperation. "I'm... I'm starving.... Do you kind people have any food...?" He takes the goodieduck and eats it with the voracity of a man who hasn't eaten in days.
Many of them nod quickly, scurrying about to gather a basket of goodies. "We have plenty to spare. Do you need a place to stay?" One woman asks. "If you venture too far into the Iterator alone, it gets a bit dangerous."
“Your hospitality is much appreciated. I sure would love a place to stay. What is this Iterator you mention?”
Carso has plans so I'm gonna wait for him before doing anything with Cog or Faltros*
*Oh my gosh so sorry I forgot about my plan but here it is now*
From the city a bright light shines, enveloping the battlefield and everything around it with warmth, comfort and... peace. Floating down from on high, Raegus gently touches down on the ground, extending peace to all the mortals. Of course, his power has no effect on the Wills, but he speaks kindly to the mortals, on both sides. "You have sacrificed much in the name of your faith. Some for, and some against. But this is not your war to fight. This is between us Greater Wills. Now go home, be free and rest, for soon, you will see the victor of this mighty battle." The mortals all feel drowsy and calm and begin mobilizing back to their homes. But there is one who stands defiant in the midst of the gently retreating Godless Ones...
*It's ok. Also would it affect the undead portion?*
Faltros sees the leaving army and scowls. Not because of his retreating forces-- Cogintius's creations were gone-- but because of Raegus. "Ah, I forgot there were two fools," he mutters to himself.
He also sees the remaining figure. Are they still in the carrying thingy or no?
*they are no longer in the palanquin, as the carriers walked off as well*
Raegus replies in booming voice: "The only fool is the one who would bring the wrath of the gods upon them, and continue to fight a hopeless battle."
"What, you think I'm weaker then you?"
"Not in the slightest Faltros. But what you lack is allies, friends, people who will hold you up when you fall to your knees. We," he gestures to all the gods of good, "have something you can never have, and that is trust, love, and companionship. A single god may fall under your wicked power, but with us as one, you have no chance."
*hell yeah, beat him with the power of friendship!*
"I don't see any allies besides yourself that are currently conscious. And look at you! What power do you have over me? What will you do, ease my nonexistent grief? (He lets out a long, long laugh) I'm a manifestation of fear, terror, aggression. Don't trifle with me, Raegus. And either way, if you think you're the one that shall win, just ask our leader about it." He points his flame sword towards the remaining figure.
*Boinky boink*
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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
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*okay Kasrik, do you wanna do a final few roles to decide who wins the Swarm Vs Herionidus fight?*
*Sure. How many?*
*like 3?*
7
5
Herionidus releases a blast of shadowy gold energy towards the swarm, before lunging at it with their teeth gnashing. Following behind the form is smoke, and thousands of tiny shadowy creatures that follow him and bite and gnaw at the swarm: Quasits.
5
The Swarm retaliates, pushing the spikes of its net into Herionidus' form.
3
Herionidus, as they see the net descending upon them, looks to the Gravediggers a few hundred feet away, watching the battle. He looks back at his hand, before tossing the deathbloom into the air towards them, where it is carried by the wind into one of their hands.
Herionidus’ form changes. It is no longer smiling, and its face paint changes, becoming even more colorful and even more extravagant. He grabs his flower crown and throws it into the sky, where it is struck by lightning half a dozen times and it shatters into hundreds of tiny thorns. It starts to rain. It starts to rain honey. Sweet, sweet honey, and Herionidus looks back to thousands of people cowering and running from the battle in terror.
”And now, I must say, goodbye everybody! I will miss you all as this evil creature eats my soul! Dance, party, live your life while it lasts now that i cannot protect you in my haven of the afterlife! And curses to those who have taken this away from you, do not forget it!”
and just like that, Herionidus charges at the Swarm, without his deathbloom, and ready to die.
Herionidus, as they see the net descending upon them, looks to the Gravediggers a few hundred feet away, watching the battle. He looks back at his hand, before tossing the deathbloom into the air towards them, where it is carried by the wind into one of their hands.
Herionidus’ form changes. It is no longer smiling, and its face paint changes, becoming even more colorful and even more extravagant. He grabs his flower crown and throws it into the sky, where it is struck by lightning half a dozen times and it shatters into hundreds of tiny thorns. It starts to rain. It starts to rain honey. Sweet, sweet honey, and Herionidus looks back to thousands of people cowering and running from the battle in terror.
”And now, I must say, goodbye everybody! I will miss you all as this evil creature eats my soul! Dance, party, live your life while it lasts now that i cannot protect you in my haven of the afterlife! And curses to those who have taken this away from you, do not forget it!”
and just like that, Herionidus charges at the Swarm, without his deathbloom, and ready to die.
3
*1 more roll each, that way we've rolled the same number of dice.*
The Swarm rushes forth, the Net of Spikes held aloft, all stingers pointed at Herionidus.
8
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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.
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
Macchino teleports behind Karka, and speaks out in a booming, reverberating voice.
"What are you doing in MY Tower‽"
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."
Herionidus releases a blast of shadowy gold energy towards the swarm, before lunging at it with their teeth gnashing. Following behind the form is smoke, and thousands of tiny shadowy creatures that follow him and bite and gnaw at the swarm: Quasits.
5
Karka whirls around, looking for the voice’s source. He bares his fangs in a malicious grin. “So I am not alone then….” His mouth doesn’t seem quite in sync with his voice.
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
"Of course not! Did you think you were the first Greater Will here‽"
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 Swarm retaliates, pushing the spikes of its net into Herionidus' form.
3
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."
“I had wondered if others existed anywhere. It has been many eons since I was last awake.. So you are also like me? A Greater Will??”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*You sure Karka's a God? Usually those from the Old World are Demons.*
"I am nothing like you; you are but a weak being of disgusting Flesh... Whereas I strive to be Pure, like my Machines. But yes, I am a Greater Will. A God, to be more specific."
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 wasn’t necessarily physical in the Old World. More like a vague consciousness in the background. He has only just formed into a true god.*
“A god… how long have you existed?” His grin widens
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Many of them nod quickly, scurrying about to gather a basket of goodies. "We have plenty to spare. Do you need a place to stay?" One woman asks. "If you venture too far into the Iterator alone, it gets a bit dangerous."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“Your hospitality is much appreciated. I sure would love a place to stay. What is this Iterator you mention?”
*Boinky boink*
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
*heyyyyy i was suggested to join this so here i am! Also: Freddy fazbear, as requested.*
A mere doll, or perhaps a mere toy, there she sits, limbs as broken and as loose as a string. Her body appears thin and flimsy like she would struggle to raise her own head. A slim build and pale, pale skin, the girl looks to be 12, or perhaps 11. Her face is covered by a white mask with a wide grin with mechanical looking teeth, dark red stains in between the machinery. Where her eyes should be are two large circles of tinted pink glass, the left one broken at the corner and revealing a rather bored looking eye. Her high pigtails curl around her large head, spiked and positioned like a fluffy cats tail. Overalls and a shirt with puffy sleeves cover her body, wide shorts ripped at the end reaching about to her knees. Her ankles and wrists are painfully thin, dainty stems that looked too brittle to touch. Despite the look of delicacy she holds, a sort of power radiates from her, like a deep, deep rage that threatens to choke those who come near. A sign nexts to her reads “FOR SALE, DEMON CHILD. NAME: DANDI-DOOF”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
A small girl and her family, as well as several other families, are running from a giant valley separated from the rest of the world by giant white cliffs jutting out of the ground. Fields of grass surround the walled off valley, and a river runs through the cliffs. Further down the river is a giant… and I mean a GIANT structure made of stone, steel, wood, and cement, with many towers and spires forming into an enormous, city sized structures with some sort of “elevator,” on the side, leading to the top which is lush with grass and strange plants, as well as hundreds of partially constructed buildings. All along the structure plants grow and thrive, ones that exist elsewhere and ones that have never been seen before.
most of that isn’t important besides the girl and her family, that’s just a description of what the general surroundings look like. The girl runs past the doll, but looks back with curiosity. The other family members don’t look back, besides her father, who grabs her arm and tries to pull her away from the doll. She tries to get closer to it, curious.
Herionidus, as they see the net descending upon them, looks to the Gravediggers a few hundred feet away, watching the battle. He looks back at his hand, before tossing the deathbloom into the air towards them, where it is carried by the wind into one of their hands.
Herionidus’ form changes. It is no longer smiling, and its face paint changes, becoming even more colorful and even more extravagant. He grabs his flower crown and throws it into the sky, where it is struck by lightning half a dozen times and it shatters into hundreds of tiny thorns. It starts to rain. It starts to rain honey. Sweet, sweet honey, and Herionidus looks back to thousands of people cowering and running from the battle in terror.
”And now, I must say, goodbye everybody! I will miss you all as this evil creature eats my soul! Dance, party, live your life while it lasts now that i cannot protect you in my haven of the afterlife! And curses to those who have taken this away from you, do not forget it!”
and just like that, Herionidus charges at the Swarm, without his deathbloom, and ready to die.
4
*1 more roll each, that way we've rolled the same number of dice.*
The Swarm rushes forth, the Net of Spikes held aloft, all stingers pointed at Herionidus.
8
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."
*Herionidus can only survive if he gets a 6 and has the deathbloom... And even then it'd be a tie. (The Swarm is winning by 8.)*
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."
*AHH! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier*
The doll lifts her head and tilts it to the side, facing the girl. Her movements are jerky and stuttery, like she’s pushing against some invisible force. A mechanical voice comes from within her mask. “P-p-play m-m-m-ma-a-ate?” A high pitched laugh follows those words, maniacal and chilling. The doll rocks forward and stands up, her body moving in the same jittery fashion as her head had earlier. “Dandidoof dandidoof dandidoof wants to p-p-p-play…”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"Much, much longer than you. You are weak; I can tell just by looking at you. Get out now, or you will die."
*Karka can't possibly win against Macchino, because Macchino is level 4.*
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."
“D-Dandidoof? That’s your name?”
*alrighty then! Herionidus is dead. I’ve actually been planning for this, Herionidus gave away the deathbloom for a reason*
Herionidus, unable to defend themself without the deathbloom, is defeated! And so the Overgod falls, and the swarm can decide what happens to him!