Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
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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
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“Well now, what’s this? Someone must’ve known my children were hungry. What a thoughtful gift.” He spreads his bony arms, lifting the flaps of his poncho wide. Out of the shadows of his poncho explode a screaming swarm of bats. Leathery wings tear through the air, sonic screams disorient the insects and illuminate the world for the bats. The flying horde spreads out wide, ready to hungrily devour the oncoming swarm.
The swarm is soon dispatched with. Oddly enough though, some of the bats seem to begin acting a bit strangely as they return.
Crotalus stretches out a stark white hand and a bat lands on it, dangling upside down. He observes it closely, “Somethang not sit well in your stomach? Who sent this?”
The bat seems to be breathing poorly. The swarm seemed to come from the eastern regions.
He shakes his horned head slowly, “No count low down dirty varmint. Savut, this better not be you.”
A great buzzing sound begins to grow inside of him until he bursts into a swarm of locusts. The cloud of insect rises into the air in a roiling storm and flies into the swamp. It then flies back into the ponchoed form of Crotalus who drops from the sky into the marsh. “SAVUT!” He cries in a thunderous voice.
From the waters, the serpentine goddess emerges, her lance held loosely. “Yes? How go the affairs?”
“Howdy. I sure do hope my fears are unfounded.” The mud squelches under his silver slurred boots as he steps forward, “You know where these came from?” He holds out his fist. His skeletal fingers are clinched tightly around a squirming clump of your thrips.
“No, I don’t. Those creatures do not live here. I don’t think the flowers could support them. What are they doing? Are they invasive or eating crops?”
"Don't you lie to me, Savut. The desert strips away all the softness, all the cool, all the green and gives you plain truth and that's what I want right now. I'm a god of honesty, lies are for the weak minded and the cowardly. I witnessed them flying in from your swamp. What is the meaning of this?" You feel waves of radiant heat pounding the surroundings like steady hammer blows. The mud he stands on begins to dry, harden, and crack under his boots.
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
“What’s the price of this knowledge?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
then I will be finished with my goals, and I will not crave any more revenge. But I am the essence of murder, so the violence will continue. It will be terrible, but suffering is all that can come from suffering.
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
I believe he has carved himself his own underworld deep beneath the earth, filled with unimaginable horror. It might take a while to find any entrance…
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
“What’s the price of this knowledge?”
The devil laughs. "A price? No, no. This is free! You may enjoy it's contents without spending anything."
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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
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
I believe he has carved himself his own underworld deep beneath the earth, filled with unimaginable horror. It might take a while to find any entrance…
"Do you know who might know the entrance, or do we have to start from scratch?"
*Correct me if I'm wrong but haven't you already introed here?*
*Yeah I guess I have but I've forgotten my character. I'll make a new one.*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
I believe he has carved himself his own underworld deep beneath the earth, filled with unimaginable horror. It might take a while to find any entrance…
"Do you know who might know the entrance, or do we have to start from scratch?"
He pulls his twin revolvers out and dusts them.
The demon might have minions that are still on the surface that might know where the entrance is…
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
“What’s the price of this knowledge?”
The devil laughs. "A price? No, no. This is free! You may enjoy it's contents without spending anything."
“A devil appears offering powerful magic at no cost, pardon my ignorance, but that seems too good to be true.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“Again, that is remarkably self aware. I respect someone who doesn’t lie to themselves ‘bout the destructiveness of their actions.” He turns his hollow socketed gaze to the setting son that paints his desert sky red to match his stone. “I reckon those fools need to be stopped. They’ve caused a lot of harm already and minding my own business ain’t done a lick of good. It’s time for this to be over with an out to rest.”
Crotalus, the god of the desert, of famine, of struggle, and of honesty, takes off his cowboy hat and sets it aside. He then picks up the crown of thorns and sets it between his wide spread horns.
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
I believe he has carved himself his own underworld deep beneath the earth, filled with unimaginable horror. It might take a while to find any entrance…
"Do you know who might know the entrance, or do we have to start from scratch?"
He pulls his twin revolvers out and dusts them.
The demon might have minions that are still on the surface that might know where the entrance is…
Crotalus leaps off the edge of the Holy Mesa and transforms into a humongous buzzard with feathers as black as pitch, a featherless head as red as a fresh wound, and a curved beak sharper than the crescent moon. A thorn vine collar wraps tightly around his throat. "Now where might these fiendish folk be?"
Cogintius has eased back into a normal pattern, with the buildings all fixed and the people all healed. However, he's pondering what to do with the Godless Ones.
Faltros has sent off some devils from his underworld into the mortal realm, who wield dark magic they plan to give mortals.
They come across a lone female human with bright pink hair wearing simple white robes, singing on a ridge
The devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
“What’s the price of this knowledge?”
The devil laughs. "A price? No, no. This is free! You may enjoy it's contents without spending anything."
“A devil appears offering powerful magic at no cost, pardon my ignorance, but that seems too good to be true.”
His face scrunches up for a moment, as if the most disgusting thing in the world is using logic, but then the disdain quickly disappears. "I know it sounds off, but trust me. It's an offer you do not want to refuse. Limitless power at your fingertips!"
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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 devils approach the human. One of them, seeming to be the leader, speaks up. "Greetings. Who are you?"
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
“I’m Lomin, what brings you here?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"We have discovered some sort of magic that we wanted to share with our fellow people of this world." The devil pulls out a tattered book. "Inside of here are some of the spells for it, but the possibilities are truly limitless."
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
"Don't you lie to me, Savut. The desert strips away all the softness, all the cool, all the green and gives you plain truth and that's what I want right now. I'm a god of honesty, lies are for the weak minded and the cowardly. I witnessed them flying in from your swamp. What is the meaning of this?" You feel waves of radiant heat pounding the surroundings like steady hammer blows. The mud he stands on begins to dry, harden, and crack under his boots.
“What’s the price of this knowledge?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The sky darkens as clouds form. It doesn’t rain, but it grows darker.
thank you. Now, where shall we begin…
the Crown of Herionidus and Crotalus have formed a mythos! (If that’s alright with you) and the crown is gonna be giving half of all the power it earns every day to Crotalus (so and extra 50 power a day for now)
The thorns of the crown scrape dryly against his bleached white skull as the crown is placed on his head. Then it begins to twist and grow, sending jagged, thorn lined vines swirling around his wide horns.
"Where is that usurping Faltros hiding?"
Buzzards pinwheel in the air, anticipating the blood that will be shed and waiting hungrily for their meal.
I believe he has carved himself his own underworld deep beneath the earth, filled with unimaginable horror. It might take a while to find any entrance…
The devil laughs. "A price? No, no. This is free! You may enjoy it's contents without spending anything."
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
*I REALLY wanna intro here goddamn it*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"Do you know who might know the entrance, or do we have to start from scratch?"
He pulls his twin revolvers out and dusts them.
*Correct me if I'm wrong but haven't you already introed here?*
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
*You should. This place is awesome.*
*Yeah I guess I have but I've forgotten my character. I'll make a new one.*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
The demon might have minions that are still on the surface that might know where the entrance is…
*i second this it’s awesome! Currently, a crown and a desert god are plotting how to murder a demon of fear and the underworld*
“A devil appears offering powerful magic at no cost, pardon my ignorance, but that seems too good to be true.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I believe your intro was a few pages ago, if you've forgotten them.
Edit: Found it. Page 145.*
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
Crotalus leaps off the edge of the Holy Mesa and transforms into a humongous buzzard with feathers as black as pitch, a featherless head as red as a fresh wound, and a curved beak sharper than the crescent moon. A thorn vine collar wraps tightly around his throat. "Now where might these fiendish folk be?"
His face scrunches up for a moment, as if the most disgusting thing in the world is using logic, but then the disdain quickly disappears. "I know it sounds off, but trust me. It's an offer you do not want to refuse. Limitless power at your fingertips!"
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