Balatro ventures into the desert, looking cheerfully around. He sees the people of the Desert King Crotalus. “How lovely. A god of sand. But amid the sand there is no time for joy.” He remarks. “Mayhap I can bring a smile to the king.”
He ventures on.
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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.
“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?”
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
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 ghosts and devils ignore him and continue running off.
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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
*If you want I can write a description of the underworld*
*That would be cool.*
*The underworld is a vast, vast cavern, obviously. It stretches out for more then a 1000 miles, as Faltros rapidly teleported around and expanded it. Ghosts and specters fly around, the spirits of the vile and wicked. For no good soul, not even a neutral aligned soul, can enter Faltros's domain.
On opposite sides of this huge cavern are the entrance and Faltros's Palace. The entrance is a stairwell that goes up, up, up and up some more, until it reaches a set of iron gates that lead to the surface. Under Faltros's command, devils, dragons and sometimes even the dead go through here to mess with or manipulate the living. On the opposite side is Faltros's Palace, a large citadel of obsidian with red stained glass windows. This is where Faltros and his warlocks spend most of their time nowadays.
In between is blood red crystals, fires starting and then fading away randomly, and a large centerpiece-- a river of pure fire leading from the entrance to the palace, extending small tendrils throughout the Underworld. A boat is led on here by a devil, who takes spirits and devils wherever they go. (Think Charon and the River Styx from Greek Mythology.)*
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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 is answering questions from mortals in his city.
Faltros is on a balcony in his palace, surveying his domain. The devils and ghosts will soon alert him that Crotalus, the Crown of Slaughter and Tempor are here.
Gibber might intro a Great Old One soon.
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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 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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“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?”
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
tempor is there also. "there is much chaos in this world, as I am the one who brings it."
Balatro ventures into the desert, looking cheerfully around. He sees the people of the Desert King Crotalus. “How lovely. A god of sand. But amid the sand there is no time for joy.” He remarks. “Mayhap I can bring a smile to the king.”
He ventures on.
the storm lord arises, in the form of a great dust storm "if you hold no evil in your heart, then you have found a king, although I cannot smile, having no face."
Sarahphym is adding to their temple in the mountains, with more ice-based decor and fixtures. Statues imbued with their magic, carved to resemble the Snow Angel themselves, await to spew nasty cone of cold spells at any would-be robbers who try to pilfer divine treasure.
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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.
"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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
“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?”
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
tempor is there also. "there is much chaos in this world, as I am the one who brings it."
“There is an entire pantheon of gods dedicated to bringing and keeping order. There’s quite an imbalance 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."
“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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
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.”
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
“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?”
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
tempor is there also. "there is much chaos in this world, as I am the one who brings it."
“There is an entire pantheon of gods dedicated to bringing and keeping order. There’s quite an imbalance here.”
“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?”
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
tempor is there also. "there is much chaos in this world, as I am the one who brings it."
“There is an entire pantheon of gods dedicated to bringing and keeping order. There’s quite an imbalance here.”
"true chaos can only be found amongst order"
“True chaos can only be created when there is order. Which is what I am here to bring. Chaos among the order.”
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Balatro ventures into the desert, looking cheerfully around. He sees the people of the Desert King Crotalus. “How lovely. A god of sand. But amid the sand there is no time for joy.” He remarks. “Mayhap I can bring a smile to the king.”
He ventures on.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I shall bring chaos to this world, for this place is starved of it. I am destined to shake the very foundations of reality and bring dark magics and curses to this world… I am small and weak now, but soon I will grow…stronger, larger, and not even the dead will be spared…”
The voice retreats deeper into the underworld, albeit slowly if Crotalus wants to follow. A cloud of black smoke appears, tracing a path for him.
The ghosts and devils ignore him and continue running off.
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 underworld is a vast, vast cavern, obviously. It stretches out for more then a 1000 miles, as Faltros rapidly teleported around and expanded it. Ghosts and specters fly around, the spirits of the vile and wicked. For no good soul, not even a neutral aligned soul, can enter Faltros's domain.
On opposite sides of this huge cavern are the entrance and Faltros's Palace. The entrance is a stairwell that goes up, up, up and up some more, until it reaches a set of iron gates that lead to the surface. Under Faltros's command, devils, dragons and sometimes even the dead go through here to mess with or manipulate the living. On the opposite side is Faltros's Palace, a large citadel of obsidian with red stained glass windows. This is where Faltros and his warlocks spend most of their time nowadays.
In between is blood red crystals, fires starting and then fading away randomly, and a large centerpiece-- a river of pure fire leading from the entrance to the palace, extending small tendrils throughout the Underworld. A boat is led on here by a devil, who takes spirits and devils wherever they go. (Think Charon and the River Styx from Greek Mythology.)*
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
Cogintius is answering questions from mortals in his city.
Faltros is on a balcony in his palace, surveying his domain. The devils and ghosts will soon alert him that Crotalus, the Crown of Slaughter and Tempor are here.
Gibber might intro a Great Old One soon.
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
"ah, then we are similar in many ways. but still, I don't like the thoughts in your head."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
tempor is there also. "there is much chaos in this world, as I am the one who brings it."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
the storm lord arises, in the form of a great dust storm "if you hold no evil in your heart, then you have found a king, although I cannot smile, having no face."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Sarahphym is adding to their temple in the mountains, with more ice-based decor and fixtures. Statues imbued with their magic, carved to resemble the Snow Angel themselves, await to spew nasty cone of cold spells at any would-be robbers who try to pilfer divine treasure.
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)
“Whats not to love? Every dark thought inside of my mind will soon blossom into a twisted curse that will plague humanity. The world needs more evil!”
“There is an entire pantheon of gods dedicated to bringing and keeping order. There’s quite an imbalance here.”
"it does not"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Says who?”
tempor is now level 4! new domain: knowlege. he now appears to be 80-something.hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"me"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
tempor has become level 4! new domain: knowlege. it now appears to be 80-something
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“And why exactly should I listen to you?”
*really? Wait, how long ago did you intro them?*
"true chaos can only be found amongst order"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“True chaos can only be created when there is order. Which is what I am here to bring. Chaos among the order.”