Faltros is awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A group of ten or so Herionidians approach the city of order, weary and worn, having been some of the few who escaped the red festival alive. They all carry spears or other weapons, but aren’t hostile and only seek refuge in the city.
Baryaba Aemulus, the minuscule blue and purple viper that hatched from below the underworld seeks an audience with Faltros.
Faltros is awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A group of ten or so Herionidians approach the city of order, weary and worn, having been some of the few who escaped the red festival alive. They all carry spears or other weapons, but aren’t hostile and only seek refuge in the city.
Cogintius walks up to them. "Oh, dear. Are you all alright?"
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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 awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
“Okay!” He runs off down the hall.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A group of ten or so Herionidians approach the city of order, weary and worn, having been some of the few who escaped the red festival alive. They all carry spears or other weapons, but aren’t hostile and only seek refuge in the city.
Cogintius walks up to them. "Oh, dear. Are you all alright?"
Faltros is awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
“Okay!” He runs off down the hall.
Balatro runs back. “It says ‘fate of the universe’ important.”
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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.
*I just realized how absolutely broken the religion system for the mortals probably is. I’d imagine at this point they mostly just follow one god and only worship them, but once the world grows older imagine how chaotic it could get if people start even worshipping or expanding multiple gods or even pantheons into this religion, like I want to design a complex guide to how that would all work*
*I just realized how absolutely broken the religion system for the mortals probably is. I’d imagine at this point they mostly just follow one god and only worship them, but once the world grows older imagine how chaotic it could get if people start even worshipping or expanding multiple gods or even pantheons into this religion, like I want to design a complex guide to how that would all work*
*i want to do that so badly*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A group of ten or so Herionidians approach the city of order, weary and worn, having been some of the few who escaped the red festival alive. They all carry spears or other weapons, but aren’t hostile and only seek refuge in the city.
Cogintius walks up to them. "Oh, dear. Are you all alright?"
“We need food…” one of them says.
”shelter… please…” says another.
"Of course. There should be some empty houses in the housing district, and..." He hands the refugees paper notes, with a glowing gold signature. "Show these to any tavern keeper and they will be obligated to give you food if you require it."
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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 awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
“Okay!” He runs off down the hall.
Balatro runs back. “It says ‘fate of the universe’ important.”
He sighs. "Let the snake in."
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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 awaiting news on the whereabouts of the intruders.
Balatro walks up to him. “Uh, boss?”
"Yes?"
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
“Okay!” He runs off down the hall.
Balatro runs back. “It says ‘fate of the universe’ important.”
He sighs. "Let the snake in."
“Gotcha!” Panting slightly, Balatro runs back to the entrance.
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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.
after several days in the wilderness, foréir stands on the outskirts of the city of order intimidated and impressed by its size
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.
they speak in a confused and quite voice "Can anyone of you tell me where I am?"
One person speaks up. "This is the City of Order, home of the Mythos of Order. Who are you?"
"Foréir, that is my name I believe."
"Ok. Nice to meet you. Why have you come here in particular?"
"That I do not know. I was wandering the wilderness and I managed to end up here."
"Huh. Well, you should be safe around here as long as you don't cause any trouble."
"May I talk to whomever is in charge?"
"Heh, that's kinda a blurry line. The city is owned by everyone in the Mythos of Order, technically. But just head to the Temple of the Order Mythos and you should find someone." The mortal points to a large clocktower in the center of the city, stretching high into the sky.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“So, there’s a snake, Aedmus or something, waiting outside. I stopped ‘im so he didn’t go in unannounced and get torched, but it’s been waiting all day and I’m pretty positive it’s a Will…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A group of ten or so Herionidians approach the city of order, weary and worn, having been some of the few who escaped the red festival alive. They all carry spears or other weapons, but aren’t hostile and only seek refuge in the city.
Baryaba Aemulus, the minuscule blue and purple viper that hatched from below the underworld seeks an audience with Faltros.
"That I do not know. I was wandering the wilderness and I managed to end up here."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"If they seek an audience, ask them how important it is."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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Cogintius walks up to them. "Oh, dear. Are you all alright?"
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"Huh. Well, you should be safe around here as long as you don't cause any trouble."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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“Okay!” He runs off down the hall.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We need food…” one of them says.
”shelter… please…” says another.
Balatro runs up to it. “The boss wants to know how important it is.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"May I talk to whomever is in charge?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Determining the fate of the universe important.”
“Okay.” He runs back to Faltros.
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 runs back. “It says ‘fate of the universe’ important.”
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 just realized how absolutely broken the religion system for the mortals probably is. I’d imagine at this point they mostly just follow one god and only worship them, but once the world grows older imagine how chaotic it could get if people start even worshipping or expanding multiple gods or even pantheons into this religion, like I want to design a complex guide to how that would all work*
*i want to do that so badly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of course. There should be some empty houses in the housing district, and..." He hands the refugees paper notes, with a glowing gold signature. "Show these to any tavern keeper and they will be obligated to give you food if you require 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
He sighs. "Let the snake in."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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“Gotcha!” Panting slightly, Balatro runs back to the entrance.
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 goes up to Barbyra Aelemus. “Okay, you can come in.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh, that's kinda a blurry line. The city is owned by everyone in the Mythos of Order, technically. But just head to the Temple of the Order Mythos and you should find someone." The mortal points to a large clocktower in the center of the city, stretching high into the sky.
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