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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
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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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
“I see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
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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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
“I see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
“I see. So you work for Faltros?”
“As of today, yes.”
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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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
“I see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
“I see. So you work for Faltros?”
“As of today, yes.”
“How did that happen?”
“I came down here, told him some good jokes, played him a song, helped him vent, and now I’m the court jester.”
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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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
“I see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
“I see. So you work for Faltros?”
“As of today, yes.”
“How did that happen?”
“I came down here, told him some good jokes, played him a song, helped him vent, and now I’m the court jester.”
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?”
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
“I see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
“I see. So you work for Faltros?”
“As of today, yes.”
“How did that happen?”
“I came down here, told him some good jokes, played him a song, helped him vent, and now I’m the court jester.”
“I see… that was all it took?”
“There’s probably a twist but I don’t really care about the future. Plus I’m a Will. A real weak one, but still.”
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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.
“Alls I know is I was lyin’ dead in the desert, then I wasn’t. Pulled my bones out of the ground and already had the jester costume on, so I ended up here. I just want to entertain a royal. And… maybe get a little power of my own, someday.”
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 see… so, what is your name?”
“Barlato! Means ‘buffoon’ or something.”
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 see. So you work for Faltros?”
“As of today, yes.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“How did that happen?”
“I came down here, told him some good jokes, played him a song, helped him vent, and now I’m the court jester.”
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 see… that was all it took?”
“There’s probably a twist but I don’t really care about the future. Plus I’m a Will. A real weak one, but still.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hmm… how weak?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t got to much testing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
after several days in the wilderness, foréir stands on the outskirts of the city of order intimidated and impressed by its size
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
People see Foréir and point. Not in a mocking way or anything, just pointing out to their friends/family and such that there's a Will.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Cogintius is in the T.O.M.
Faltros is awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
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
they speak in a confused and quite voice "Can anyone of you tell me where I am?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
One person speaks up. "This is the City of Order, home of the Mythos of Order. Who are 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
"Foréir, that is my name I believe."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ok. Nice to meet you. Why have you come here in particular?"
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
"Yes?"
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