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."
“Thank you… thank you so much…”
one of them approaches from the back, a middle aged woman with olive skin and grayish brown hair. She holds a basket in her hands, filled with Seeds, all of the same type.
”Take these as a gift for your hospitality…”
after she gives them to Cogintius, he recognizes the seeds: they are the same ones that are found in the fruit of Herionidus’ tree, even though the original one died in the fight between Herio and the Swarm.
*btw, Herionidians count as their own race, they’re resistant to poison and a few other thngs*
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
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."
“Thank you… thank you so much…”
one of them approaches from the back, a middle aged woman with olive skin and grayish brown hair. She holds a basket in her hands, filled with Seeds, all of the same type.
”Take these as a gift for your hospitality…”
after she gives them to Cogintius, he recognizes the seeds: they are the same ones that are found in the fruit of Herionidus’ tree, even though the original one died in the fight between Herio and the Swarm.
*btw, Herionidians count as their own race, they’re resistant to poison and a few other thngs*
He holds them and realizes what they are. "Thank you. I shall plant these somewhere safe."
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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?"
“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."
“Thank you… thank you so much…”
one of them approaches from the back, a middle aged woman with olive skin and grayish brown hair. She holds a basket in her hands, filled with Seeds, all of the same type.
”Take these as a gift for your hospitality…”
after she gives them to Cogintius, he recognizes the seeds: they are the same ones that are found in the fruit of Herionidus’ tree, even though the original one died in the fight between Herio and the Swarm.
*btw, Herionidians count as their own race, they’re resistant to poison and a few other thngs*
He holds them and realizes what they are. "Thank you. I shall plant these somewhere safe."
They all go and start to wander through the city, before picking a tavern and all meeting up there for food and rest.
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
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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
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
The tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
"Impressive size for a library."
The library doesn't respond. However, a voice behind you does. "Who are you?" An old man steps in, wearing white robes embroidered with blue. He holds a golden spear in his hands.
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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 tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
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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 tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
"Impressive size for a library."
The library doesn't respond. However, a voice behind you does. "Who are you?" An old man steps in, wearing white robes embroidered with blue. He holds a golden spear in his hands.
he turns around "I am Foréir, god of the forges." he bows
The tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
He thinks about this. "How powerful would you say you are?"
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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 tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
He thinks about this. "How powerful would you say you are?"
“A very, very, very minor greater demon at this point, but I could soon grow to unimaginable power. And besides, I already have the basics for a plan on how to take down the city of order from the inside.”
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.
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
"Impressive size for a library."
The library doesn't respond. However, a voice behind you does. "Who are you?" An old man steps in, wearing white robes embroidered with blue. He holds a golden spear in his hands.
he turns around "I am Foréir, god of the forges." he bows
*Why did I think he was a forest god--*
"Ah, a pleasure to be meeting you. I am Cogintius, the god of knowledge, order, arcana and life, one of two founders of the Mythos of Order."
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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 tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
He thinks about this. "How powerful would you say you are?"
“A very, very, very minor greater demon at this point, but I could soon grow to unimaginable power. And besides, I already have the basics for a plan on how to take down the city of order from the inside.”
"And what is 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
The tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
He thinks about this. "How powerful would you say you are?"
“A very, very, very minor greater demon at this point, but I could soon grow to unimaginable power. And besides, I already have the basics for a plan on how to take down the city of order from the inside.”
"And what is that?"
“I have two ideas…” if the snake could smile, it would be smiling right now.
”first, I would grant the people inside the city forbidden magics, curses and hexes and spells I shall create to bring destruction. Many people would accept, whether to get back at an enemy or whatever else they could use it for. But this magic would cost them something: they need to bring others into the scheme and teach them the magic, corrupt them until it spreads like a plague. Then and only then will the second part of the plan strike. The order does not know of my existence as of currently, and so I will seek them out and ask to join them. I’ll act as your spy and I will eventually take them down in secret from the inside, either by brute force in secret, or possibly even corrupting those mortal elders that make up their council. Once the city is thrown into turmoil, will be the perfect time to overthrow them, will it not be?”
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“Thank you… thank you so much…”
one of them approaches from the back, a middle aged woman with olive skin and grayish brown hair. She holds a basket in her hands, filled with Seeds, all of the same type.
”Take these as a gift for your hospitality…”
after she gives them to Cogintius, he recognizes the seeds: they are the same ones that are found in the fruit of Herionidus’ tree, even though the original one died in the fight between Herio and the Swarm.
*btw, Herionidians count as their own race, they’re resistant to poison and a few other thngs*
he looks over "well if I'm a god like I think I am, I should be able toooo." he teleports to the Temple
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The tiny, foot long viper heads in to meet Faltros.
He holds them and realizes what they are. "Thank you. I shall plant these somewhere safe."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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They all go and start to wander through the city, before picking a tavern and all meeting up there for food and rest.
He finds that inside its empty right now (unless if another person with a Order Mythos Will decides otherwise). The inside is a giant library, with a table in the center and a fireplace in the background. Stairs lead up to higher floors.
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
Savut is still in the City of Order, observing the T.O.M. with distaste. People on the street watch her with curiosity.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He's agitatedly pacing around, muttering to himself. He then turns to the viper and stops. "Hello. Who are you, and why have you come here?"
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
"Impressive size for a library."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Baryaba Aemulus, Lord of Hexes and prince of chaos, child of the mother snake. I have come with a proposition. This world is too orderly, and it needs chaos. I want to bring down the Mythos of order, which accidentally prompted my hatching into this world. Based on what I have gathered from my time underground, you are practically their arch nemesis, correct?”
The library doesn't respond. However, a voice behind you does. "Who are you?" An old man steps in, wearing white robes embroidered with blue. He holds a golden spear in his hands.
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
"Not necessarily the Mythos itself. Cogintius, it's founder, certainly. And I essentially wish to take down almost all of the gods on the surface. But not the Mythos itself."
*Faltros is lawful evil.*
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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*I see, Aemulus is Chaotic evil, of course*
”well, then why don’t I help you? You could grant me power and protection and I could help you with your goal to take down the gods of the surface.”
he turns around "I am Foréir, god of the forges." he bows
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He thinks about this. "How powerful would you say you are?"
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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“A very, very, very minor greater demon at this point, but I could soon grow to unimaginable power. And besides, I already have the basics for a plan on how to take down the city of order from the inside.”
*Why did I think he was a forest god--*
"Ah, a pleasure to be meeting you. I am Cogintius, the god of knowledge, order, arcana and life, one of two founders of the Mythos of Order."
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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"And what is that?"
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*gtg*
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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“I have two ideas…” if the snake could smile, it would be smiling right now.
”first, I would grant the people inside the city forbidden magics, curses and hexes and spells I shall create to bring destruction. Many people would accept, whether to get back at an enemy or whatever else they could use it for. But this magic would cost them something: they need to bring others into the scheme and teach them the magic, corrupt them until it spreads like a plague. Then and only then will the second part of the plan strike. The order does not know of my existence as of currently, and so I will seek them out and ask to join them. I’ll act as your spy and I will eventually take them down in secret from the inside, either by brute force in secret, or possibly even corrupting those mortal elders that make up their council. Once the city is thrown into turmoil, will be the perfect time to overthrow them, will it not be?”