"Coming right up, sir, just give me a second..." He pulls out a variety of maps. "If any in particular, what area would you..." He looks up and stops. "Like."
"Just a map of the city, I would like to see the sights and I'm not from here." A wide grin spreads across his face.
"You certainly aren't. I know who you are, and I'm not serving an enemy of the city."
"Good thing I'm not an enemy of the city then. If I was I would have changed my form." ten gold coins form in his hand "Did you even hear my Yodeling?"
"Yes. It was annoying. I'm glad you got shut up." He ignores the coins. "Why do you even have the nerve to come here? Last time you did, you got nearly killed, from what I heard."
"I came here to buy a map." HC puts one of the coins in his mouth and begins to chew on it "And it's rude to give criticism without a way to improve it."
"If they see you again, they'll probably tell you to leave or die. And I doubt you'll be able to handle another attack from them, considering you nearly died from the last one. I'm being kind and giving you a bit to flee before I alert the Mythos of Order."
HC grins and takes a seat "I'd love to talk with them. Now could you please provide me with one map while we wait for them to arrive."
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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.
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
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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
"Coming right up, sir, just give me a second..." He pulls out a variety of maps. "If any in particular, what area would you..." He looks up and stops. "Like."
"Just a map of the city, I would like to see the sights and I'm not from here." A wide grin spreads across his face.
"You certainly aren't. I know who you are, and I'm not serving an enemy of the city."
"Good thing I'm not an enemy of the city then. If I was I would have changed my form." ten gold coins form in his hand "Did you even hear my Yodeling?"
"Yes. It was annoying. I'm glad you got shut up." He ignores the coins. "Why do you even have the nerve to come here? Last time you did, you got nearly killed, from what I heard."
"I came here to buy a map." HC puts one of the coins in his mouth and begins to chew on it "And it's rude to give criticism without a way to improve it."
"If they see you again, they'll probably tell you to leave or die. And I doubt you'll be able to handle another attack from them, considering you nearly died from the last one. I'm being kind and giving you a bit to flee before I alert the Mythos of Order."
HC grins and takes a seat "I'd love to talk with them. Now could you please provide me with one map while we wait for them to arrive."
The shopkeeper gestures to somebody, who runs off in the direction of the T.O.M. "What are you going to use it for?"
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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
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
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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.
Sarahphym is back at the central spire in the City of Order, perched on the structure's top, silently wiping bits of frozen ichor from the edge of Nadir. They look down at the city below, deep in thought. Snow falls softly around them.
*Do you mean the T.O.M, or something else?*
Cogintius teleports to Sarahphym. "How are you, my friend?"
*Yeah, that's the one.*
Sarah looks up at them. "A bit drained. That was my first time actually depleting divine power from my reserve to do something." She scrapes a bit more ichor from her Artifact's point. "How are you?"
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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)
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
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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
Sarahphym is back at the central spire in the City of Order, perched on the structure's top, silently wiping bits of frozen ichor from the edge of Nadir. They look down at the city below, deep in thought. Snow falls softly around them.
*Do you mean the T.O.M, or something else?*
Cogintius teleports to Sarahphym. "How are you, my friend?"
*Yeah, that's the one.*
Sarah looks up at them. "A bit drained. That was my first time actually depleting divine power from my reserve to do something." She scrapes a bit more ichor from her Artifact's point. "How are you?"
"Good, now that that Will is gone. Hopefully he shouldn't bother the city any--" a mortal looks up to the sky and calls out, "Uh, Mythos of Order! Happy Chaos has returned! He's at the map shop!" A look of annoyance crosses Cogintius's face. "Of course he survived." He mutters, before teleporting to the map shop.
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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
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
He bows gracefully, removing his cap.
“Good liege, I am a humble skeleton gifted amazing abilities for some indiscernible reason. I am the weakest Will you will meet, and I am but a jester seeking a king to serve. I heard of Your Majesty’s might and sought you out, such that I might join your court.”
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
He bows gracefully, removing his cap.
“Good liege, I am a humble skeleton gifted amazing abilities for some indiscernible reason. I am the weakest Will you will meet, and I am but a jester seeking a king to serve. I heard of Your Majesty’s might and sought you out, such that I might join your court.”
Silence for a second, then he puts the sword down, and the blade deactivates. "Very well. Entertain me, and show me your skill." He walks back to the throne and sits.
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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
Sarahphym is back at the central spire in the City of Order, perched on the structure's top, silently wiping bits of frozen ichor from the edge of Nadir. They look down at the city below, deep in thought. Snow falls softly around them.
*Do you mean the T.O.M, or something else?*
Cogintius teleports to Sarahphym. "How are you, my friend?"
*Yeah, that's the one.*
Sarah looks up at them. "A bit drained. That was my first time actually depleting divine power from my reserve to do something." She scrapes a bit more ichor from her Artifact's point. "How are you?"
"Good, now that that Will is gone. Hopefully he shouldn't bother the city any--" a mortal looks up to the sky and calls out, "Uh, Mythos of Order! Happy Chaos has returned! He's at the map shop!" A look of annoyance crosses Cogintius's face. "Of course he survived." He mutters, before teleporting to the map shop.
Sarahphym's grip on Nadir tightens, and they teleport close behind Cogintius. Before they do, though, the snow around them briefly turns to sharp hail.
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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)
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*
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
He bows gracefully, removing his cap.
“Good liege, I am a humble skeleton gifted amazing abilities for some indiscernible reason. I am the weakest Will you will meet, and I am but a jester seeking a king to serve. I heard of Your Majesty’s might and sought you out, such that I might join your court.”
Silence for a second, then he puts the sword down, and the blade deactivates. "Very well. Entertain me, and show me your skill." He walks back to the throne and sits.
“Alright.” He taps his foot and thinks for a moment. “Ah! I have it. So, two hunters are traveling through the woods. Suddenly, one collapses. The other runs back to town, seeks out someone to help, and brings them back to his collapsed friend. “My friend is dead! What do I do?” He gasps to the man he finds. “Calm down.” The man says. “First, you need to make sure he’s dead.” The hunter pulls out a knife and stabs his friend in the chest. “Okay, now what?” He asks.”
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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 shopkeeper gestures to somebody, who runs off in the direction of the T.O.M. "What are you going to use it for?"
"Sightseeing. Are there any unique foods you would recommend?" He watches them go "I don't seek to amuse myself the way I did before all the time."
"In the city? You do realize you're probably gonna get vaporized if you stick around, right?"
"It is what it is. So are there any good foods?" He swallows the first coin and begins on another "Any local specialties?"
"You do know what vaporized means, right? It means you're gonna die."
Cogintius teleports into the shop. "What are you doing remaining in our city? We gave you a very dire warning, yet you didn't need it."
"Oh hey Coginitius. I was looking for something to eat, do you know a good place?" HC walks over to him a bows respectfully.
"I will get straight to the point. If you refuse to leave and never return, you shall perish. We have already warned you once, and are being merciful by giving you a second chance."
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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 shopkeeper gestures to somebody, who runs off in the direction of the T.O.M. "What are you going to use it for?"
"Sightseeing. Are there any unique foods you would recommend?" He watches them go "I don't seek to amuse myself the way I did before all the time."
"In the city? You do realize you're probably gonna get vaporized if you stick around, right?"
"It is what it is. So are there any good foods?" He swallows the first coin and begins on another "Any local specialties?"
"You do know what vaporized means, right? It means you're gonna die."
Cogintius teleports into the shop. "What are you doing remaining in our city? We gave you a very dire warning, yet you didn't need it."
"Oh hey Coginitius. I was looking for something to eat, do you know a good place?" HC walks over to him a bows respectfully.
"I will get straight to the point. If you refuse to leave and never return, you shall perish. We have already warned you once, and are being merciful by giving you a second chance."
Sarahphym appears beside Cogintius, wielding Nadir and poised to strike at HC. They remain silent.
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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)
"Pal, have ya' been looking around? We're in the underworld, for gods' sake. Everything's just as cheery as you."
“I know. Better work on my routine then. It was funnier on the surface.”
"I'll give ya' a bit to think of some jokes. We're almost there." The palace is extremely close. The boat should get there in at most 5 minutes.
Barlato closes his eyes (or at least they grow dark) and seems to be deep in thought.
The ferryman lets him think. Eventually, the boat stops.
"Here we are." In front of Barlato is the palace. A large, charred wooden gateway stands ominously as the way in. A chain devil is directing souls in various directions, rarely into the palace itself.
"Hey, Mortix!" The ferryman calls out to the chain devil, then points to Barlato. "This one's a Will. Wants an audience with the boss. Let him cut the line."
The chain devil nods, and opens the gate for him.
“Oh that’s hardly fair. Then again, I have waited in this line once before, though it was in a different afterlife… an old one. Ah, what the here.” He twirls his cane and passes through the gate on to the palace.
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
He bows gracefully, removing his cap.
“Good liege, I am a humble skeleton gifted amazing abilities for some indiscernible reason. I am the weakest Will you will meet, and I am but a jester seeking a king to serve. I heard of Your Majesty’s might and sought you out, such that I might join your court.”
Silence for a second, then he puts the sword down, and the blade deactivates. "Very well. Entertain me, and show me your skill." He walks back to the throne and sits.
“Alright.” He taps his foot and thinks for a moment. “Ah! I have it. So, two hunters are traveling through the woods. Suddenly, one collapses. The other runs back to town, seeks out someone to help, and brings them back to his collapsed friend. “My friend is dead! What do I do?” He gasps to the man he finds. “Calm down.” The man says. “First, you need to make sure he’s dead.” The hunter pulls out a knife and stabs his friend in the chest. “Okay, now what?” He asks.”
A brief grin emerges on Faltros's face. "Good. Go on."
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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
HC grins and takes a seat "I'd love to talk with them. Now could you please provide me with one map while we wait for them to arrive."
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
"May we meet again, my friend." The ferryman nods, some other devils board his boat, and they begin sailing back down the river of fire.
The interior is just as dark and ominous as the interior. The walls are still made of obsidian, with marble floors. Torches with blood red flames burn on the walls. Halls stretch out to the left and right, with a big flight of stairs in the middle leading to a door, most likely to the throne room.
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 shopkeeper gestures to somebody, who runs off in the direction of the T.O.M. "What are you going to use it for?"
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
"Sightseeing. Are there any unique foods you would recommend?" He watches them go "I don't seek to amuse myself the way I did before all the time."
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
“Ooh, fancy…” He remarks, scaling the steps quickly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"In the city? You do realize you're probably gonna get vaporized if you stick around, right?"
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
*Yeah, that's the one.*
Sarah looks up at them. "A bit drained. That was my first time actually depleting divine power from my reserve to do something." She scrapes a bit more ichor from her Artifact's point. "How are you?"
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)
"It is what it is. So are there any good foods?" He swallows the first coin and begins on another "Any local specialties?"
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
Past the door is a large throne room, as expected. Murals are carved into the walls of various events related to Faltros- him manifesting in a small cave, him rallying up a cult, and finally him charging into battle with a large army in a battle against the gods. Pillars of obsidian stand to the sides of a long carpet leading to a throne, upon which sits Faltros himself.
He wears the clothes of a noble, but is clearly also a warrior as well. A seemingly bladeless sword, with an obsidian pommel and crimson red gem, sits by his side. Orangish-red horns grow from his head.
His expression is angry and frustrated, and when he sees Barlato he looks even more so. He grabs his sword, causing a blade of flame to extend from it, and teleports in front of Barlato. "Who are you? Are you one of the invaders?" His eyes show the look of someone going insane.
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
"Good, now that that Will is gone. Hopefully he shouldn't bother the city any--" a mortal looks up to the sky and calls out, "Uh, Mythos of Order! Happy Chaos has returned! He's at the map shop!" A look of annoyance crosses Cogintius's face. "Of course he survived." He mutters, before teleporting to the map shop.
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
He bows gracefully, removing his cap.
“Good liege, I am a humble skeleton gifted amazing abilities for some indiscernible reason. I am the weakest Will you will meet, and I am but a jester seeking a king to serve. I heard of Your Majesty’s might and sought you out, such that I might join your court.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You do know what vaporized means, right? It means you're gonna die."
Cogintius teleports into the shop. "What are you doing remaining in our city? We gave you a very dire warning, yet you didn't need it."
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
"Oh hey Coginitius. I was looking for something to eat, do you know a good place?" HC walks over to him a bows respectfully.
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
Silence for a second, then he puts the sword down, and the blade deactivates. "Very well. Entertain me, and show me your skill." He walks back to the throne and sits.
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
Sarahphym's grip on Nadir tightens, and they teleport close behind Cogintius. Before they do, though, the snow around them briefly turns to sharp hail.
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)
*sorry, but theres nothing like that. i checked.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Alright.” He taps his foot and thinks for a moment. “Ah! I have it. So, two hunters are traveling through the woods. Suddenly, one collapses. The other runs back to town, seeks out someone to help, and brings them back to his collapsed friend. “My friend is dead! What do I do?” He gasps to the man he finds. “Calm down.” The man says. “First, you need to make sure he’s dead.” The hunter pulls out a knife and stabs his friend in the chest. “Okay, now what?” He asks.”
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 will get straight to the point. If you refuse to leave and never return, you shall perish. We have already warned you once, and are being merciful by giving you a second chance."
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
Sarahphym appears beside Cogintius, wielding Nadir and poised to strike at HC. They remain silent.
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)
A brief grin emerges on Faltros's face. "Good. Go on."
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