"thank you. if you hear another area of silence, it is probably me. if you hear music coming from nowhere, it is my twin." the womans eyes return to normal. "wha? where am i?"
"Hm, interesting," The Gentle Darkness whispers.
"who are you?!"
"I am Volumdremaak, and I see that you are different from the entity I was speaking to earlier. What may I call you?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro, realizing he wasn't helping, unscrews the head of his marrote, unveiling a lash of blue crackling energy. He strikes at HC with it. 800 power points (he's still rather weak), 38 force damage.
Happy Chaos aims and fires at Balatro, more power blasting off of him. 2500 power points. 129
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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.
"thank you. if you hear another area of silence, it is probably me. if you hear music coming from nowhere, it is my twin." the womans eyes return to normal. "wha? where am i?"
"Hm, interesting," The Gentle Darkness whispers.
"who are you?!"
"I am Volumdremaak, and I see that you are different from the entity I was speaking to earlier. What may I call you?"
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
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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
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
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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
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
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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
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
*If Cogin gets gaslighted he’s more of an idiot than I thought. Any the illusions aren’t perfect, they don’t give off the godly energy of the original. Also there are only three people left so do what you think is best.*
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
*If Cogin gets gaslighted he’s more of an idiot than I thought. Any the illusions aren’t perfect, they don’t give off the godly energy of the original. Also there are only three people left so do what you think is best.*
*It's a possibility. And ok.*
Cogintius fires yet another 5,000 power points at Faltros. 169
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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
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
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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
"thank you. if you hear another area of silence, it is probably me. if you hear music coming from nowhere, it is my twin." the womans eyes return to normal. "wha? where am i?"
"Hm, interesting," The Gentle Darkness whispers.
"who are you?!"
"I am Volumdremaak, and I see that you are different from the entity I was speaking to earlier. What may I call you?"
"agantath, witch extrordianaire."
"It's nict to meet you agantath, welcome to my humble abode."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
*If Cogin gets gaslighted he’s more of an idiot than I thought. Any the illusions aren’t perfect, they don’t give off the godly energy of the original. Also there are only three people left so do what you think is best.*
*It's a possibility. And ok.*
Cogintius fires yet another 5,000 power points at Faltros. 173
Happy Chaos runs to the door of the room, trying to remain alive “Cogin! Take it from here! I’ve used a large fraction of my power to defeat his allies.”
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
The Umbral dragon lifts her head up, her thousands of eyes darting around. "Do I hear screaming?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
Behind him, the desert god is born upon a sandstorm in pursuit. A skeletal hand aims, thunder rumbles out of a slender, silver barrel, and out flares death riding a silver bullet.
Balatro, realizing he wasn't helping, unscrews the head of his marrote, unveiling a lash of blue crackling energy. He strikes at HC with it. 800 power points (he's still rather weak), 38 force damage.
Happy Chaos aims and fires at Balatro, more power blasting off of him. 2500 power points. 129
*sorry my laptop died*
He falls back slightly. "Well that's no good. What's your plan, anyway? Keep pouring out your power until you disintegrate, or hold off until the boss kills you?"
Happy Chaos immediately stands straight and salutes Faltros "Of course I did. You french fried [gp]." Then aims his revolver at him once more. He fires, saying "Deus ex machina!", the blue sigils growing exponentially brighter as he fires. 6000 power points. 345
He brings out the bladeless pommel, and it suddenly becomes very much not bladeless, now being a sword of pure flame. With quick agility he deflects it, then uses a free hand to blast a large beam of fire at him. 7000 power points, 245.
"Ah, so it seems you have been converted to his side? Remember our deal. You are in service to me. You bring him here, then betray him and fight on my side, not strike back at me. Then I help you to spread chaos in the world."
He pants, obviously tired "Cogin. [gp]ING HELP ME." He tries to deflect with another blast from his revolver. 5000 power points. 310. Power shoots off of Happy Chaos. He loses the Luck domain. Choosing to keep the domains he has to maintain the illusion for the flayed king in the city of order.
"Do not deny it. I understand Cogintius will get mad when he discovers the truth, but I will keep you from getting vaporized. I protect all of my servants well." He fires 5,000 power points split, two rays of fire aimed at Cog and Happy, 2,500 each. 90 and 86.
Cogintius looks back and forth between the two. He shoots Faltros with 5,000 points. 192
*Two things. One, to make things easier should we make it just a general group fight (like group 1 has x power points of damage while group 2 has y power points of damage, over Will 1 has x points while will 2 has y points while will 3 has x points while Will 4...)? Would make things easier. 2, I'm pretty sure Arch said you can't have the clones indistinguishable from the actual HC.*
*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
*If Cogin gets gaslighted he’s more of an idiot than I thought. Any the illusions aren’t perfect, they don’t give off the godly energy of the original. Also there are only three people left so do what you think is best.*
*It's a possibility. And ok.*
Cogintius fires yet another 5,000 power points at Faltros. 173
Happy Chaos runs to the door of the room, trying to remain alive “Cogin! Take it from here! I’ve used a large fraction of my power to defeat his allies.”
*We should probably add up the power point total for the two groups.*
The two clash with two beams-one divine light, the other infernal flame. 5,000 points each. 143 for Cog, 178 for Faltros.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
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"I am Volumdremaak, and I see that you are different from the entity I was speaking to earlier. What may I call you?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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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.
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"agantath, witch extrordianaire."
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*Boink, as we should probably decide this. I lean towards the first option since that would make this wayyyy less complicated.*
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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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*He isn’t using any clones and Faltros’s minions are dead. Also Cogin has to save Happy or he will become a corpse right now.*
*You said that there were clones watching Aemulus, right? If you're not talking about them, what "illusion" are you referring to?
Also, again, what are we ruling for the fight? Group, or individual? And Cog is attacking Faltros. (Although I'm gonna ask for permission for Cog to potentially get gaslighted by Faltros into thinking Happy is on Faltros's side.)*
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
*im changing the storm lords fire domain to the earth domain.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*If Cogin gets gaslighted he’s more of an idiot than I thought. Any the illusions aren’t perfect, they don’t give off the godly energy of the original. Also there are only three people left so do what you think is best.*
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
*It's a possibility. And ok.*
Cogintius fires yet another 5,000 power points at Faltros. 169
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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
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
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
"It's nict to meet you agantath, welcome to my humble abode."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Happy Chaos runs to the door of the room, trying to remain alive “Cogin! Take it from here! I’ve used a large fraction of my power to defeat his allies.”
The Umbral dragon lifts her head up, her thousands of eyes darting around. "Do I hear screaming?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Behind him, the desert god is born upon a sandstorm in pursuit. A skeletal hand aims, thunder rumbles out of a slender, silver barrel, and out flares death riding a silver bullet.
*sorry my laptop died*
He falls back slightly. "Well that's no good. What's your plan, anyway? Keep pouring out your power until you disintegrate, or hold off until the boss kills you?"
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 should probably add up the power point total for the two groups.*
The two clash with two beams-one divine light, the other infernal flame. 5,000 points each. 143 for Cog, 178 for Faltros.
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
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.