Faltros is sitting in the Underworld when a devil whispers to him. "WHAT?" He sends out the 17 Warlocks to find Crotalus, Tempor and the Crown of Slaughter.
Cogintius has created an animal- a sheep, who has fluffy harvestable wool, as a preparation for the mortals to endure winter.
Gibber is wondering what the max will limit is.
Balatro strides seamlessly into the Underworld. “Feels like home, doesn’t it…” It murmurs to itself. “May as well head for the palace.”
It comes across the very start of a river of fire. A boat is docked on there, with a devil standing on it, holding an oar of charred wood. "If you wanna get to the palace quickly, just give me the word. And potentially a coin. I wasn't given this oar for nothing. Or just walk there. Or teleport there, since it seems to me that you're a Will. Your choice."
Balatro twirls its marotte. “Oho, this is definitely already home! I wouldn’t want to bankrupt the damned, on top of everything else.” It flips the cane’s head back and tosses a 27mm gold coin emblazoned with the image of a long-dead emperor to the devil.
The devil examines the coin, and puts it in his pocket. "That'll definitely do. Thank ya' kindly." Some spirits also board quickly, giving the devil ferryman coins as well. "And on we go." He begins quickly rowing, moving the boat down the river as lava bubbles below the boat.
“So who rules this domain?”
"Faltros. Demon of fear, fire, war, and now the souls of the damned." He lists them on his fingers as he says them. "Wasn't always stuck down here, ya' know. Used to be up on the surface, had a big plan to overthrow the gods, rule the world, stuff like that. But then he got beaten." As he speaks, a spirit trips and falls into the river of fire, getting burned in a geyser of the stuff. Nobody bothers to help the spirit.
“How poetic.” Balatro reaches his marotte out to help lift the spirit from the river.
"Sure is. Had to flee with practically his only remaining loyal members of his army, 17 Warlocks. And rumors are swirling that even some of them want to defect!" He laughs a bit. "Anyways, what did you come here for? Most people don't arrive at a burning hellscape without a reason." The spirit reaches out their hand, but can't reach it. Their face sinks into the lava, then their outstretched hand sinks down as well.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
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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.
Faltros is sitting in the Underworld when a devil whispers to him. "WHAT?" He sends out the 17 Warlocks to find Crotalus, Tempor and the Crown of Slaughter.
Cogintius has created an animal- a sheep, who has fluffy harvestable wool, as a preparation for the mortals to endure winter.
Gibber is wondering what the max will limit is.
Balatro strides seamlessly into the Underworld. “Feels like home, doesn’t it…” It murmurs to itself. “May as well head for the palace.”
It comes across the very start of a river of fire. A boat is docked on there, with a devil standing on it, holding an oar of charred wood. "If you wanna get to the palace quickly, just give me the word. And potentially a coin. I wasn't given this oar for nothing. Or just walk there. Or teleport there, since it seems to me that you're a Will. Your choice."
Balatro twirls its marotte. “Oho, this is definitely already home! I wouldn’t want to bankrupt the damned, on top of everything else.” It flips the cane’s head back and tosses a 27mm gold coin emblazoned with the image of a long-dead emperor to the devil.
The devil examines the coin, and puts it in his pocket. "That'll definitely do. Thank ya' kindly." Some spirits also board quickly, giving the devil ferryman coins as well. "And on we go." He begins quickly rowing, moving the boat down the river as lava bubbles below the boat.
“So who rules this domain?”
"Faltros. Demon of fear, fire, war, and now the souls of the damned." He lists them on his fingers as he says them. "Wasn't always stuck down here, ya' know. Used to be up on the surface, had a big plan to overthrow the gods, rule the world, stuff like that. But then he got beaten." As he speaks, a spirit trips and falls into the river of fire, getting burned in a geyser of the stuff. Nobody bothers to help the spirit.
“How poetic.” Balatro reaches his marotte out to help lift the spirit from the river.
"Sure is. Had to flee with practically his only remaining loyal members of his army, 17 Warlocks. And rumors are swirling that even some of them want to defect!" He laughs a bit. "Anyways, what did you come here for? Most people don't arrive at a burning hellscape without a reason." The spirit reaches out their hand, but can't reach it. Their face sinks into the lava, then their outstretched hand sinks down as well.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
"Did someone fall in? If so, don't worry about them. That's just how things work around here. The stronger prevail, the weaker die. If a spirit dies here, near the end of their journey, that's horrible for them, but they could have just been a bit more careful and made it through the river. We don't help, that's their fault.
He might enjoy some laughs, if you know what jokes he'll like. He's been a bit grumpy since losing his chance at world domination. Or maybe he won't like your company. I'm not a mind reader."
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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
Faltros is sitting in the Underworld when a devil whispers to him. "WHAT?" He sends out the 17 Warlocks to find Crotalus, Tempor and the Crown of Slaughter.
Cogintius has created an animal- a sheep, who has fluffy harvestable wool, as a preparation for the mortals to endure winter.
Gibber is wondering what the max will limit is.
Balatro strides seamlessly into the Underworld. “Feels like home, doesn’t it…” It murmurs to itself. “May as well head for the palace.”
It comes across the very start of a river of fire. A boat is docked on there, with a devil standing on it, holding an oar of charred wood. "If you wanna get to the palace quickly, just give me the word. And potentially a coin. I wasn't given this oar for nothing. Or just walk there. Or teleport there, since it seems to me that you're a Will. Your choice."
Balatro twirls its marotte. “Oho, this is definitely already home! I wouldn’t want to bankrupt the damned, on top of everything else.” It flips the cane’s head back and tosses a 27mm gold coin emblazoned with the image of a long-dead emperor to the devil.
The devil examines the coin, and puts it in his pocket. "That'll definitely do. Thank ya' kindly." Some spirits also board quickly, giving the devil ferryman coins as well. "And on we go." He begins quickly rowing, moving the boat down the river as lava bubbles below the boat.
“So who rules this domain?”
"Faltros. Demon of fear, fire, war, and now the souls of the damned." He lists them on his fingers as he says them. "Wasn't always stuck down here, ya' know. Used to be up on the surface, had a big plan to overthrow the gods, rule the world, stuff like that. But then he got beaten." As he speaks, a spirit trips and falls into the river of fire, getting burned in a geyser of the stuff. Nobody bothers to help the spirit.
“How poetic.” Balatro reaches his marotte out to help lift the spirit from the river.
"Sure is. Had to flee with practically his only remaining loyal members of his army, 17 Warlocks. And rumors are swirling that even some of them want to defect!" He laughs a bit. "Anyways, what did you come here for? Most people don't arrive at a burning hellscape without a reason." The spirit reaches out their hand, but can't reach it. Their face sinks into the lava, then their outstretched hand sinks down as well.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
"Did someone fall in? If so, don't worry about them. That's just how things work around here. The stronger prevail, the weaker die. If a spirit dies here, near the end of their journey, that's horrible for them, but they could have just been a bit more careful and made it through the river. We don't help, that's their fault.
He might enjoy some laughs, if you know what jokes he'll like. He's been a bit grumpy since losing his chance at world domination. Or maybe he won't like your company. I'm not a mind reader."
“Fair enough. I’ve entertained mortal kings in my long life, but from what I see, gods are no less capricious and instinctive than those beneath them.”
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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.
Faltros is sending out plenty of devils to find the intruders to the Underworld, as well as the 17.
Gibber is still wondering what the max Will limit is.
*5. Baalz never increased it in the OP I think but he posted saying that it would be increased to 5 after the first will became level 5, being Herionidus*
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
"I am here because I'd rather not be anywhere else. Why is everything so boring and formal with you people." He begins to stretch "Chaos is much more fun."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
"I am here because I'd rather not be anywhere else. Why is everything so boring and formal with you people." He begins to stretch "Chaos is much more fun."
“I was not asking you to leave, I was asking you to provide an answer as to why you were here, which you did. Now, about spreading chaos… I am evil chaos, witchcraft, curses and evil spells incarnate. I would, however, much like to team up with other chaotic wills, so I am not simply killed by the mythos of order. The other chaotic will being Faltros. Then, I shall spread chaos and destruction to every corner of the realm, or so I hope.”
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
"I am here because I'd rather not be anywhere else. Why is everything so boring and formal with you people." He begins to stretch "Chaos is much more fun."
“I was not asking you to leave, I was asking you to provide an answer as to why you were here, which you did. Now, about spreading chaos… I am evil chaos, witchcraft, curses and evil spells incarnate. I would, however, much like to team up with other chaotic wills, so I am not simply killed by the mythos of order. The other chaotic will being Faltros. Then, I shall spread chaos and destruction to every corner of the realm, or so I hope.”
HC stopped listening half way through what he was saying "Want to play a game of cards? After teaming up of course."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
"I am here because I'd rather not be anywhere else. Why is everything so boring and formal with you people." He begins to stretch "Chaos is much more fun."
“I was not asking you to leave, I was asking you to provide an answer as to why you were here, which you did. Now, about spreading chaos… I am evil chaos, witchcraft, curses and evil spells incarnate. I would, however, much like to team up with other chaotic wills, so I am not simply killed by the mythos of order. The other chaotic will being Faltros. Then, I shall spread chaos and destruction to every corner of the realm, or so I hope.”
HC stopped listening half way through what he was saying "Want to play a game of cards? After teaming up of course."
Faltros is sitting in the Underworld when a devil whispers to him. "WHAT?" He sends out the 17 Warlocks to find Crotalus, Tempor and the Crown of Slaughter.
Cogintius has created an animal- a sheep, who has fluffy harvestable wool, as a preparation for the mortals to endure winter.
Gibber is wondering what the max will limit is.
Balatro strides seamlessly into the Underworld. “Feels like home, doesn’t it…” It murmurs to itself. “May as well head for the palace.”
It comes across the very start of a river of fire. A boat is docked on there, with a devil standing on it, holding an oar of charred wood. "If you wanna get to the palace quickly, just give me the word. And potentially a coin. I wasn't given this oar for nothing. Or just walk there. Or teleport there, since it seems to me that you're a Will. Your choice."
Balatro twirls its marotte. “Oho, this is definitely already home! I wouldn’t want to bankrupt the damned, on top of everything else.” It flips the cane’s head back and tosses a 27mm gold coin emblazoned with the image of a long-dead emperor to the devil.
The devil examines the coin, and puts it in his pocket. "That'll definitely do. Thank ya' kindly." Some spirits also board quickly, giving the devil ferryman coins as well. "And on we go." He begins quickly rowing, moving the boat down the river as lava bubbles below the boat.
“So who rules this domain?”
"Faltros. Demon of fear, fire, war, and now the souls of the damned." He lists them on his fingers as he says them. "Wasn't always stuck down here, ya' know. Used to be up on the surface, had a big plan to overthrow the gods, rule the world, stuff like that. But then he got beaten." As he speaks, a spirit trips and falls into the river of fire, getting burned in a geyser of the stuff. Nobody bothers to help the spirit.
“How poetic.” Balatro reaches his marotte out to help lift the spirit from the river.
"Sure is. Had to flee with practically his only remaining loyal members of his army, 17 Warlocks. And rumors are swirling that even some of them want to defect!" He laughs a bit. "Anyways, what did you come here for? Most people don't arrive at a burning hellscape without a reason." The spirit reaches out their hand, but can't reach it. Their face sinks into the lava, then their outstretched hand sinks down as well.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
"Did someone fall in? If so, don't worry about them. That's just how things work around here. The stronger prevail, the weaker die. If a spirit dies here, near the end of their journey, that's horrible for them, but they could have just been a bit more careful and made it through the river. We don't help, that's their fault.
He might enjoy some laughs, if you know what jokes he'll like. He's been a bit grumpy since losing his chance at world domination. Or maybe he won't like your company. I'm not a mind reader."
“Fair enough. I’ve entertained mortal kings in my long life, but from what I see, gods are no less capricious and instinctive than those beneath them.”
"Sometimes they're even more so. Faltros is a plotting, vicious schemer, but at the same time he's a pure beast." He stops rowing for a second. The boat has arrived at a dock, with a beach of black sand and red flames surrounding said dock. Some spirits get off, then he continues rowing. "He will probably hear you out without vaporizing you, though, so long as you make it clear you're not an enemy."
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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
Faltros is sending out plenty of devils to find the intruders to the Underworld, as well as the 17.
Gibber is still wondering what the max Will limit is.
*5. Baalz never increased it in the OP I think but he posted saying that it would be increased to 5 after the first will became level 5, being Herionidus*
*Evil planning noises*
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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
Faltros is sitting in the Underworld when a devil whispers to him. "WHAT?" He sends out the 17 Warlocks to find Crotalus, Tempor and the Crown of Slaughter.
Cogintius has created an animal- a sheep, who has fluffy harvestable wool, as a preparation for the mortals to endure winter.
Gibber is wondering what the max will limit is.
Balatro strides seamlessly into the Underworld. “Feels like home, doesn’t it…” It murmurs to itself. “May as well head for the palace.”
It comes across the very start of a river of fire. A boat is docked on there, with a devil standing on it, holding an oar of charred wood. "If you wanna get to the palace quickly, just give me the word. And potentially a coin. I wasn't given this oar for nothing. Or just walk there. Or teleport there, since it seems to me that you're a Will. Your choice."
Balatro twirls its marotte. “Oho, this is definitely already home! I wouldn’t want to bankrupt the damned, on top of everything else.” It flips the cane’s head back and tosses a 27mm gold coin emblazoned with the image of a long-dead emperor to the devil.
The devil examines the coin, and puts it in his pocket. "That'll definitely do. Thank ya' kindly." Some spirits also board quickly, giving the devil ferryman coins as well. "And on we go." He begins quickly rowing, moving the boat down the river as lava bubbles below the boat.
“So who rules this domain?”
"Faltros. Demon of fear, fire, war, and now the souls of the damned." He lists them on his fingers as he says them. "Wasn't always stuck down here, ya' know. Used to be up on the surface, had a big plan to overthrow the gods, rule the world, stuff like that. But then he got beaten." As he speaks, a spirit trips and falls into the river of fire, getting burned in a geyser of the stuff. Nobody bothers to help the spirit.
“How poetic.” Balatro reaches his marotte out to help lift the spirit from the river.
"Sure is. Had to flee with practically his only remaining loyal members of his army, 17 Warlocks. And rumors are swirling that even some of them want to defect!" He laughs a bit. "Anyways, what did you come here for? Most people don't arrive at a burning hellscape without a reason." The spirit reaches out their hand, but can't reach it. Their face sinks into the lava, then their outstretched hand sinks down as well.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
"Did someone fall in? If so, don't worry about them. That's just how things work around here. The stronger prevail, the weaker die. If a spirit dies here, near the end of their journey, that's horrible for them, but they could have just been a bit more careful and made it through the river. We don't help, that's their fault.
He might enjoy some laughs, if you know what jokes he'll like. He's been a bit grumpy since losing his chance at world domination. Or maybe he won't like your company. I'm not a mind reader."
“Fair enough. I’ve entertained mortal kings in my long life, but from what I see, gods are no less capricious and instinctive than those beneath them.”
"Sometimes they're even more so. Faltros is a plotting, vicious schemer, but at the same time he's a pure beast." He stops rowing for a second. The boat has arrived at a dock, with a beach of black sand and red flames surrounding said dock. Some spirits get off, then he continues rowing. "He will probably hear you out without vaporizing you, though, so long as you make it clear you're not an enemy."
“How could I be an enemy? I’m oh so adorable.” He says sardonically.
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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.
Balatro grimaces at the consumed spirit. “Poor blighter.” He turns back to the ferryman. “Well, I mostly came here ‘cause I have a feeling this Faltros fellow might be needing some more allies. There’s a jester in every court, as they say. And I just want to make people laugh.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Did someone fall in? If so, don't worry about them. That's just how things work around here. The stronger prevail, the weaker die. If a spirit dies here, near the end of their journey, that's horrible for them, but they could have just been a bit more careful and made it through the river. We don't help, that's their fault.
He might enjoy some laughs, if you know what jokes he'll like. He's been a bit grumpy since losing his chance at world domination. Or maybe he won't like your company. I'm not a mind reader."
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
“Fair enough. I’ve entertained mortal kings in my long life, but from what I see, gods are no less capricious and instinctive than those beneath them.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*5. Baalz never increased it in the OP I think but he posted saying that it would be increased to 5 after the first will became level 5, being Herionidus*
Happy Chaos is resting in the underworld after barely escaping the city of order. Just lying on the ground asleep.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Watching on a nearby rock is a small viper, blue and purple scales slowly fading to black at the tip of its tail. It breathes out a noxious purple gas from its nostrils, surrounding its head like a horrific halo.
HC opens his eyes, looking straight to where the sky would be, an inhuman grin spreading across his face. "Why do so many of you not know it's rude to stare."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I was never exactly planning on being kind. It doesn’t matter.”
HC gets up and begins to look at them "What where you planning them? I'm not exactly looking for another fight after messing with the city of order."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Well, I am planning on meeting with Faltros and speaking with him, but it seems there is yet another will inside of His domain, along with the old man, the Crown, and the horned one. Why are you here, in his domain?”
"I am here because I'd rather not be anywhere else. Why is everything so boring and formal with you people." He begins to stretch "Chaos is much more fun."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I was not asking you to leave, I was asking you to provide an answer as to why you were here, which you did. Now, about spreading chaos… I am evil chaos, witchcraft, curses and evil spells incarnate. I would, however, much like to team up with other chaotic wills, so I am not simply killed by the mythos of order. The other chaotic will being Faltros. Then, I shall spread chaos and destruction to every corner of the realm, or so I hope.”
HC stopped listening half way through what he was saying "Want to play a game of cards? After teaming up of course."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“…alright…”
"Poker or Blackjack?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Sometimes they're even more so. Faltros is a plotting, vicious schemer, but at the same time he's a pure beast." He stops rowing for a second. The boat has arrived at a dock, with a beach of black sand and red flames surrounding said dock. Some spirits get off, then he continues rowing. "He will probably hear you out without vaporizing you, though, so long as you make it clear you're not an enemy."
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
*Evil planning noises*
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
“How could I be an enemy? I’m oh so adorable.” He says sardonically.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*quote chain cut with Jobah*
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as 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 know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.