At Sarahphym's mountaintop temple, a ritual is being conducted. Five sages, some of the highest-ranking of the Snow Angel's following, ready themselves for the ritual's completion. With one wave of the Will's hand, the sages are swiftly and lethally frozen solid, their bodies shattering like glass into hundreds of pieces a moment later. Sarah violently rips off a piece of their own ice- a harmless, if viscerally disturbing process- and places it on an altar in the center of the temple.
That shard of divine ice, alongside the frozen pieces of the sages, coalesce into the shape of a long spear as arctic winds whirl around the ziggurat's interior. After the ritual is complete, Sarahphym grabs the spear with one hand, and raises it skyward. The clouds above the Greater Will's domain turn grey and stormy, and snow begins to fall in a 10-mile radius of the temple.
This spear is the Nadir- Sarahphym's True Artifact- and as long as this weapon persists, so too shall the concept of winter.
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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 small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
Even with the arrival of the Wills, there are still parts of the world they have not touched. Humans still fear these lands, even though new gods have made them stronger. Yet to the east, on the edge of the waste, something walks.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the dusty landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
This is Balatro, Revelry-domain Demon. It seeks an audience and a ruler. Wherever they may be.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
"I don't like you"
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
"I don't like you"
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
“Who are you to speak to me in such a way?”
"tempor: time demon, mountain maker, chaos walker, child of the end."
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
"I don't like you"
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
“Who are you to speak to me in such a way?”
"tempor: time demon, mountain maker, chaos walker, child of the end."
“Another demon? It seems many have slipped into the new world, as I have as well…”
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
"I don't like you"
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
“Who are you to speak to me in such a way?”
"tempor: time demon, mountain maker, chaos walker, child of the end."
“Another demon? It seems many have slipped into the new world, as I have as well…”
"aye, though I was less than an infant when it happened"
The small viper coils around a rock, staring at Tempor with unblinking eyes, betraying not even much hint of sentience, although behind the eyes is a conniving mind full of dastardly plots already being hatched.
"I don't like you"
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
“Who are you to speak to me in such a way?”
"tempor: time demon, mountain maker, chaos walker, child of the end."
“Another demon? It seems many have slipped into the new world, as I have as well…”
"aye, though I was less than an infant when it happened"
“I was but one of a dead snake goddess’s eggs. She hid me and my siblings away in a protected cave. I only hatched mere hours ago.”
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
Even with the arrival of the Wills, there are still parts of the world they have not touched. Humans still fear these lands, even though new gods have made them stronger. Yet to the east, on the edge of the waste, something walks.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the dusty landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
This is Balatro, Revelry-domain Demon. It seeks an audience and a ruler. Wherever they may be.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The crown of slaughter whispers to Crotalus telepathically.
finally… we have made it…
Crotalus senses a creature watching them, or at least aware of them, from the deepest pit of the underworld. It’s slowly slithering its way out. (This creature of course being Aemulus, basically scrying on them)
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
“No, but I have not been anywhere before. I was born here, but from the old world…”
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
“No, but I have not been anywhere before. I was born here, but from the old world…”
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
“No, but I have not been anywhere before. I was born here, but from the old world…”
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
“No, but I have not been anywhere before. I was born here, but from the old world…”
"Old world?" Crotalus questions.
”the place before time in this world’s sense.”
“I see, so you some sorta world serpent? Or are you a tempter?”
Some devils and ghosts see Crotalus, the Crown of Slaughter, and Tempor, and run off to alert Faltros.
Cogintius is organizing papers in the T.O.M.
Faltros hasn't heard the news yet that the underworld is being invaded and is sipping a glass of wine in his palace.
*If you want I can write a description of the underworld*
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
At Sarahphym's mountaintop temple, a ritual is being conducted. Five sages, some of the highest-ranking of the Snow Angel's following, ready themselves for the ritual's completion. With one wave of the Will's hand, the sages are swiftly and lethally frozen solid, their bodies shattering like glass into hundreds of pieces a moment later. Sarah violently rips off a piece of their own ice- a harmless, if viscerally disturbing process- and places it on an altar in the center of the temple.
That shard of divine ice, alongside the frozen pieces of the sages, coalesce into the shape of a long spear as arctic winds whirl around the ziggurat's interior. After the ritual is complete, Sarahphym grabs the spear with one hand, and raises it skyward. The clouds above the Greater Will's domain turn grey and stormy, and snow begins to fall in a 10-mile radius of the temple.
This spear is the Nadir- Sarahphym's True Artifact- and as long as this weapon persists, so too shall the concept of winter.
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)
"I don't like you"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Even with the arrival of the Wills, there are still parts of the world they have not touched. Humans still fear these lands, even though new gods have made them stronger. Yet to the east, on the edge of the waste, something walks.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the dusty landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
This is Balatro, Revelry-domain Demon. It seeks an audience and a ruler. Wherever they may be.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
We have indeed. I ain't expecting no Southern hospitality though.
Crotalus calls out to the being he senses, "Now why don't you come on out where I can see you, feller? Hiding ain't befitting for the likes of us."
*That would be cool.*
The snake hisses and raises its head, bearing its fangs. It speaks in a series of hisses, which Tempor can understand magically.
“Who are you to speak to me in such a way?”
A cloud of noxious gas coalesces out of a gap in a rock around 30 feet away from them, shifting into the gaseous form of a small viper, its eyes glowing with yellow light. It disappears quickly but Crotalus can sense its presence close to them.
“A serpent. I got plenty of those round my parts. You ain’t gonna scare me with your slithering and rattling. You from round here?”
"tempor: time demon, mountain maker, chaos walker, child of the end."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
A hiss echoes through the caverns, Crotalus being able to understand it.
”The new world… is strange… even unhatched I could taste the difference…”
“Another demon? It seems many have slipped into the new world, as I have as well…”
"aye, though I was less than an infant when it happened"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“I was but one of a dead snake goddess’s eggs. She hid me and my siblings away in a protected cave. I only hatched mere hours ago.”
"So you're a youngin. World is a strange place, you got that right." He tilts his horned head and sand hisses as it pours out of one of his eye sockets. "You been here before?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No, but I have not been anywhere before. I was born here, but from the old world…”
"Old world?" Crotalus questions.
”the place before time in this world’s sense.”
“I see, so you some sorta world serpent? Or are you a tempter?”