Sarahphym is looking at some of the creatures outside the City of Order, including Cogintius's new 'sheep'. They seem intrigued by the woolly wonder, and decide to take some with them to their mountain home. However, they soon realize that the sheep are ill-equipped for mountain life, as one of them immediately slips and falls off a cliff. So, they make a few changes- and thus, the mountain goats were born.
Savut, in her medusa form, approaches the City of Order. “Greetings!” She calls to Coginitius.
Cogintius looks over. "Greetings. And who may you be?"
“I am Savut. The Lady of the Swamp. I am the goddess of a sizable region to the east. I do not know your name, however. I retrieve much of my news from the few merchants who travel to this city to trade.”
"Ah. I am Cogintius, God of Knowledge, Order, Arcana and Life, one of two founders of the Mythos of Order. A pleasure to be meeting you, Savut."
“You’re a member of the Mythos?! That’s perfect! I was hoping to speak with a member, but a founder? Even better!”
"Yes. I formed it with Clepsydris, the god of time. Unfortunately, he's busy with his own matters as of now.
*To clarify, Clepsydris was run by TheFallenShard, who hasn't been online since February.*
But anyways, what have you come here for?"
“Well, I’ve heard tell of brewing conflicts between the Mythos and Wills outside of it. Some stronger, some weaker. But if war is what may occur, I wanted to make my alliance clear, and offer my services.”
"So you wish to join the Mythos of Order?"
“Well, I’m not an especially powerful deity, but if possible, I think I could be helpful.”
"Well, if you are aligned on the side of Order and not chaos, and you believe you can help us, then you are welcome to join us."
She seems quite joyous. “Excellent! Is there a formal process, or am I just a member now?”
He extends his hand. "All you must do is shake my hand, then you may join."
She shakes his hand.
She feels a small bit of power surge into her. (200 Power Points transferred.) "Welcome to the Mythos of Order, Savut. It will be a pleasure to have you with us."
*The Mythos of Order has now reached a total of 5 Wills!*
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
"No."
“Even better.”
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
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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.
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
"No."
“Even better.”
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
"Ah. I see. Well, from what I've heard, he's joined a completely seperate Mythos. So most likely you won't have to worry about him."
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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
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
"No."
“Even better.”
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
"Ah. I see. Well, from what I've heard, he's joined a completely seperate Mythos. So most likely you won't have to worry about him."
“Don’t be so sure…” She says darkly.
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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.
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
"No."
“Even better.”
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
"Ah. I see. Well, from what I've heard, he's joined a completely seperate Mythos. So most likely you won't have to worry about him."
“Don’t be so sure…” She says darkly.
"What do you mean by that?"
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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
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
"No."
“Even better.”
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
"Ah. I see. Well, from what I've heard, he's joined a completely seperate Mythos. So most likely you won't have to worry about him."
“Don’t be so sure…” She says darkly.
"What do you mean by that?"
“…nothing.”
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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.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marotte. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marrote. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
The minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marrote. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
The minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
“I don’t know man. But I just got this job and it’ll look really bad if I let you in. And technically I’m not even a guard! I’m the entertainment! But I care about this opportunity that much.” Persuasion: 20
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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.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marrote. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
The minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
“I don’t know man. But I just got this job and it’ll look really bad if I let you in. And technically I’m not even a guard! I’m the entertainment! But I care about this opportunity that much.” Persuasion: 22
“Fine… when you have time, tell Faltros that I wish to speak with him.”
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marrote. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
The minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
“I don’t know man. But I just got this job and it’ll look really bad if I let you in. And technically I’m not even a guard! I’m the entertainment! But I care about this opportunity that much.” Persuasion: 22
“Fine… when you have time, tell Faltros that I wish to speak with him.”
“You got it! What’s your name?”
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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.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marrote. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
The minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
“I don’t know man. But I just got this job and it’ll look really bad if I let you in. And technically I’m not even a guard! I’m the entertainment! But I care about this opportunity that much.” Persuasion: 22
“Fine… when you have time, tell Faltros that I wish to speak with him.”
“You got it! What’s your name?”
“Baryaba Aemulus. I am from the old world… how did you come to be?”
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"You're welcome. Now, go off and do what you need. I must plan to defeat these invaders."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
She feels a small bit of power surge into her. (200 Power Points transferred.) "Welcome to the Mythos of Order, Savut. It will be a pleasure to have you with us."
*The Mythos of Order has now reached a total of 5 Wills!*
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
“Okay, Your Majesty!” He runs off, ecstatic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*savut cut*
“Glorious. I must ask however, is the one known as Crotalus a member of the Mythos?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No."
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
*scp*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Even better.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Do you have a rivalry with him?"
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
“…in a way. When the faithful of Herionidus were scattered, both of us sought to convert them and grant them asylum in our respective realms. Ultimately, most of the mortals left with Crotalus. Though that’s not to say the swamp hasn’t grown in population, it still stings a little to be beaten out by him.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah. I see. Well, from what I've heard, he's joined a completely seperate Mythos. So most likely you won't have to worry about him."
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
“Don’t be so sure…” She says darkly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What do you mean by that?"
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
“…nothing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Aemulus makes its way to the doors of Faltros’ palace. Any non greater Will creature that comes near it either dies from the poisonous air surrounding it, is bitten by it and withers away, or drops dead on the spot from its hateful glare.
The crown of Slaughter, on the head of Crotalus, sends out an arcane eye to scout the underworld for it and Crotalus. The eye takes the form of a flower floating in nonexistent wind.
Balatro walks in front of him, twirling his marotte. “Hey hey hey, buddy. The big man’s busy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
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 minuscule snake (literally around a foot long at this point) coils around itself and hisses, which translate into words in Balatro’s mind.
”what could possibly make a greater demon such as Faltros himself so occupied he could not converse with someone else? Can’t he just fix it with a thought? Or does it relate to other greater wills?” The viper says, it’s head bobbing up and down quizzically.
“I don’t know man. But I just got this job and it’ll look really bad if I let you in. And technically I’m not even a guard! I’m the entertainment! But I care about this opportunity that much.” Persuasion: 20
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Fine… when you have time, tell Faltros that I wish to speak with him.”
“You got it! What’s your name?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Baryaba Aemulus. I am from the old world… how did you come to be?”