The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The beast whispers telepathically back.
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
"Thank you. Oh, and don't worry- the effects would only be moderately challenging. A few may die each year, sure, but those would mostly the sick... and the ones that lack survival instincts. It is meant to be challenge, after all." Sarahphym seems proud, their wings spreading out a bit more and standing (levitating?) a touch straighter.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
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"Thank you. Oh, and don't worry- the effects would only be moderately challenging. A few may die each year, sure, but those would mostly the sick... and the ones that lack survival instincts. It is meant to be challenge, after all." Sarahphym seems proud, their wings spreading out a bit more and standing (levitating?) a touch straighter.
"See? The Will admits some of us shall perish!" The first elder says.
"Yes, but only a very small amount." The third interjects.
"That's still some amount!"
"Silence. The decision has been made." Cogintius interjects, then turns back to Sarahphym. "When shall this 'winter' of yours begin?"
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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 bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
The vampire continues on, chasing after the rest of the family. From the side, another one of the vampires launches itself from the undergrowth, previously hidden from the devil, and cuts off the family. In around a minute, all of them are dead, and the two vampires, who look extremely alike, with freckled faces and long, curly hair, and both having small hoop earrings, begin feasting.
no? My memory must be muddled. I was not fully conscious until my original bearer’s last moments. How did you come to be?
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
The vampire continues on, chasing after the rest of the family. From the side, another one of the vampires launches itself from the undergrowth, previously hidden from the devil, and cuts off the family. In around a minute, all of them are dead, and the two vampires, who look extremely alike, with freckled faces and long, curly hair, and both having small hoop earrings, begin feasting.
no? My memory must be muddled. I was not fully conscious until my original bearer’s last moments. How did you come to be?
The devil doesn't disturb them. He looks around and examines the twisted valley.
Silence for a second or two. 'Magic.'
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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 bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
The vampire continues on, chasing after the rest of the family. From the side, another one of the vampires launches itself from the undergrowth, previously hidden from the devil, and cuts off the family. In around a minute, all of them are dead, and the two vampires, who look extremely alike, with freckled faces and long, curly hair, and both having small hoop earrings, begin feasting.
no? My memory must be muddled. I was not fully conscious until my original bearer’s last moments. How did you come to be?
The devil doesn't disturb them. He looks around and examines the twisted valley.
Silence for a second or two. 'Magic.'
For the most part, it’s beginning to resemble the original valley again, vibrant and full of life. The animals and insects are reawakening and resuming their work, mostly ignored by the nightly monsters haunting the valley. The only real differences are the abundance of mist and fog, the strange white flowers, and the orange and pink leaved trees. Insects and vermin also seem in abundance, especially rats. Although the rats carry no plague at all. The valley in entirety, it seems, has no disease to speak of, in fact.
"Thank you. Oh, and don't worry- the effects would only be moderately challenging. A few may die each year, sure, but those would mostly the sick... and the ones that lack survival instincts. It is meant to be challenge, after all." Sarahphym seems proud, their wings spreading out a bit more and standing (levitating?) a touch straighter.
"See? The Will admits some of us shall perish!" The first elder says.
"Yes, but only a very small amount." The third interjects.
"That's still some amount!"
"Silence. The decision has been made." Cogintius interjects, then turns back to Sarahphym. "When shall this 'winter' of yours begin?"
"Well, I suppose it would be best for winter to occur either at the beginning of the calendar year... or the tail end of the year. Maybe it could bleed a bit into both."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The bone devil sees a family of say, 6-7 people running for their lives from one of the gravediggers, who wears tattered robes and has a mouth full of sharp, bloody teeth. Its tongue hangs out of its mouth and the vampire’s eyes are completely black, filled with an endless hunger. The vampire notices the devil, but pays it no mind.
the crown’s mind takes notice of the beast, awakening it if it wasn’t already and telepathically whispering to it.
what are you?
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The heart whispers telepathically back.
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
The vampire continues on, chasing after the rest of the family. From the side, another one of the vampires launches itself from the undergrowth, previously hidden from the devil, and cuts off the family. In around a minute, all of them are dead, and the two vampires, who look extremely alike, with freckled faces and long, curly hair, and both having small hoop earrings, begin feasting.
no? My memory must be muddled. I was not fully conscious until my original bearer’s last moments. How did you come to be?
The devil doesn't disturb them. He looks around and examines the twisted valley.
Silence for a second or two. 'Magic.'
For the most part, it’s beginning to resemble the original valley again, vibrant and full of life. The animals and insects are reawakening and resuming their work, mostly ignored by the nightly monsters haunting the valley. The only real differences are the abundance of mist and fog, the strange white flowers, and the orange and pink leaved trees. Insects and vermin also seem in abundance, especially rats. Although the rats carry no plague at all. The valley in entirety, it seems, has no disease to speak of, in fact.
the magic of whom?
"Interesting." The devil continues to walk through.
More silence. 'I am unsure.'
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
the two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
"Thank you. Oh, and don't worry- the effects would only be moderately challenging. A few may die each year, sure, but those would mostly the sick... and the ones that lack survival instincts. It is meant to be challenge, after all." Sarahphym seems proud, their wings spreading out a bit more and standing (levitating?) a touch straighter.
"See? The Will admits some of us shall perish!" The first elder says.
"Yes, but only a very small amount." The third interjects.
"That's still some amount!"
"Silence. The decision has been made." Cogintius interjects, then turns back to Sarahphym. "When shall this 'winter' of yours begin?"
"Well, I suppose it would be best for winter to occur either at the beginning of the calendar year... or the tail end of the year. Maybe it could bleed a bit into both."
"Bleeding into both sounds good."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
the two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
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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 two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
They both answer at the same time, blood dripping from their mouths.
”Almund Serce!”
“Alton Kość!”
”brothers in all but ancestry! A miracle of magic! The blessed and favored ones of Herionidus himself! He saved our lives as infants and bound us together spiritually and magically. We share the same blood! Who might you be?”
the two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
They both answer at the same time, blood dripping from their mouths.
”Almund Serce!”
“Alton Kość!”
”brothers in all but ancestry! A miracle of magic! The blessed and favored ones of Herionidus himself! He saved our lives as infants and bound us together spiritually and magically. We share the same blood! Who might you be?”
do you have a name, then?
"I am Formen, a bone devil, soldier in the army of Faltros, Ruler of the Underworld and Lord of Fear, Near Overthrower of the Gods."
More thinking, as if this creature doesn't have a name and is just thinking one up now. 'My name is... Verrat."
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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 two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
They both answer at the same time, blood dripping from their mouths.
”Almund Serce!”
“Alton Kość!”
”brothers in all but ancestry! A miracle of magic! The blessed and favored ones of Herionidus himself! He saved our lives as infants and bound us together spiritually and magically. We share the same blood! Who might you be?”
do you have a name, then?
"I am Formen, a bone devil, soldier in the army of Faltros, Ruler of the Underworld and Lord of Fear, Near Overthrower of the Gods."
More thinking, as if this creature doesn't have a name and is just thinking one up now. 'My name is... Verrat."
“we see. What are you doing in the Valley of the dead king himself, who brought us eternal life as his last gift to this world?” They speak in unison.
hello, Verrat. Tell me, what is it that you wish to do in this world? Cause destruction, life and thrive, contribute to the greater good of humanity?
the two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
They both answer at the same time, blood dripping from their mouths.
”Almund Serce!”
“Alton Kość!”
”brothers in all but ancestry! A miracle of magic! The blessed and favored ones of Herionidus himself! He saved our lives as infants and bound us together spiritually and magically. We share the same blood! Who might you be?”
do you have a name, then?
"I am Formen, a bone devil, soldier in the army of Faltros, Ruler of the Underworld and Lord of Fear, Near Overthrower of the Gods."
More thinking, as if this creature doesn't have a name and is just thinking one up now. 'My name is... Verrat."
“we see. What are you doing in the Valley of the dead king himself, who brought us eternal life as his last gift to this world?” They speak in unison.
hello, Verrat. Tell me, what is it that you wish to do in this world? Cause destruction, life and thrive, contribute to the greater good of humanity?
"Scouting, investigation, the likes of that. I come in peace-- no use in harming the already dead."
'Living and thriving certainly sounds good.'
*Now I'm actually gonna go. Night!*
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
It is using lightning powers to wreck a village. People are screaming in terror. Upon the arrival of the storm, the blue dragon turns it's scaled head towards the Will and snarls.
*Rn, unlike their DnD counterparts, they don't have nearly as much intelligence. The dragons are currently very primitive and barbaric.*
wisps of cloud begin surrounding it in a lattice, and a bubble of a sound like a continuous rumble of thunder forms around it
It roars in anger and breathes lightning at the storm.
"tut tut tut, that isn't going to work." the dragon feels like its mind is being assaulted at all angles
Growling in frustration, it breathes lightning towards the sky and unfurls it's wings in a weak attempt at intimidation.
patches of them are a brassy color
Confused, it claws at its scales, attempting to scratch away the brass. Meanwhile, the townspeople are running away while the storm lord transforms the dragon.
a strong wind forces its mouth open, beginning to convert it from the inside. it becomes a bit more intelligent, enough to be par to a very dumb human.
"Agh! What... What is this? Die, cloud!" It slurs it speech, speaking in a raspy voice, and claws at the storm.
"I am converting you into my servant." its alignment shifts one stage towards chaotic and one stage towards good
*It was already chaotic.*
"You wouldn't dare! I'm loyal to me and me alone, pal."
"i do not mind if you stay that way, so long as you stop your evil ways" it is now chaotic good
It blinks. "Alright, sounds good. Don't know what happened to me, but evil just doesn't seem that good a choice anymore."
The devil continues to watch this, amused by the bloodshed and violence.
'Well. Either Herionidus was forgetful or you didn't inherit his memories. I am a displacer beast.' The beast whispers telepathically back.
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.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The gravedigger lunges at one of them, knocking them to the ground and clawing at their throat. They were dead before they could scream. It begins to drink the victim’s blood, before slowly tearing into its flesh and eating that as well.
i remember… You were a creation of… the swarm? No, Faltros? No, the swarm?…
"Thank you. Oh, and don't worry- the effects would only be moderately challenging. A few may die each year, sure, but those would mostly the sick... and the ones that lack survival instincts. It is meant to be challenge, after all." Sarahphym seems proud, their wings spreading out a bit more and standing (levitating?) a touch straighter.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The devil claps, quietly so as to not disturb the hunt.
'What? No, why would I be associated with such horrible beings as them?'
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
"See? The Will admits some of us shall perish!" The first elder says.
"Yes, but only a very small amount." The third interjects.
"That's still some amount!"
"Silence. The decision has been made." Cogintius interjects, then turns back to Sarahphym. "When shall this 'winter' of yours begin?"
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 vampire continues on, chasing after the rest of the family. From the side, another one of the vampires launches itself from the undergrowth, previously hidden from the devil, and cuts off the family. In around a minute, all of them are dead, and the two vampires, who look extremely alike, with freckled faces and long, curly hair, and both having small hoop earrings, begin feasting.
no? My memory must be muddled. I was not fully conscious until my original bearer’s last moments. How did you come to be?
The devil doesn't disturb them. He looks around and examines the twisted valley.
Silence for a second or two. 'Magic.'
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
For the most part, it’s beginning to resemble the original valley again, vibrant and full of life. The animals and insects are reawakening and resuming their work, mostly ignored by the nightly monsters haunting the valley. The only real differences are the abundance of mist and fog, the strange white flowers, and the orange and pink leaved trees. Insects and vermin also seem in abundance, especially rats. Although the rats carry no plague at all. The valley in entirety, it seems, has no disease to speak of, in fact.
the magic of whom?
*gtg for a bit*
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
*might make another greater will, as all I have right now are the Crown of Slaughter and Tarcza, who is inactive. Any ideas?*
"Well, I suppose it would be best for winter to occur either at the beginning of the calendar year... or the tail end of the year. Maybe it could bleed a bit into both."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*nvm I'm back*
"Interesting." The devil continues to walk through.
More silence. 'I am unsure.'
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
*cut*
the two twin vampires turn to the devil, stalking towards them with smiles on their faces. They don’t seem aggressive. Yet. They also don’t make any conscious effort to hide themselves from the devil.
well then, what do you need from me?
"Bleeding into both sounds good."
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
"And who may you be?"
'Nothing. I was merely observing. Perhaps I may need your help in the future, but not yet.'
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.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
They both answer at the same time, blood dripping from their mouths.
”Almund Serce!”
“Alton Kość!”
”brothers in all but ancestry! A miracle of magic! The blessed and favored ones of Herionidus himself! He saved our lives as infants and bound us together spiritually and magically. We share the same blood! Who might you be?”
do you have a name, then?
"I am Formen, a bone devil, soldier in the army of Faltros, Ruler of the Underworld and Lord of Fear, Near Overthrower of the Gods."
More thinking, as if this creature doesn't have a name and is just thinking one up now. 'My name is... Verrat."
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
“we see. What are you doing in the Valley of the dead king himself, who brought us eternal life as his last gift to this world?” They speak in unison.
hello, Verrat. Tell me, what is it that you wish to do in this world? Cause destruction, life and thrive, contribute to the greater good of humanity?
"Scouting, investigation, the likes of that. I come in peace-- no use in harming the already dead."
'Living and thriving certainly sounds good.'
*Now I'm actually gonna go. Night!*
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
"can I have some of your scales?"
*turns out its actually bronze, not brass*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye