the crown of slaughter’s mind is drifting through the desert.
At some point, Zeon would silently jump onto on of the high branches to better scout the area.
Meanwhile, Volumdremaak takes a short break from her ascension preparations to peek at the babies.
The rats each team up in pairs of two, looking for flaws in each branch, moving on to the next one if they find anything wrong.
they’ve gotten slightly bigger now, as have the adult crows. One of them squawks at Volumdremaak as it approaches the nest, shielding its babies with it’s wing.
There are small deposits here and there of the odd yellow buds, but they are quite sparse.
Many of the rats are very interested in them, but after what happened to their friend, they don’t say them. The lead rat does seem interested in them as well, studying branches that are growing them.
They may be magical in some way. However, it seems possible that the tree might have more potential near the center, where Savut dwells.
Some of them split off to search the center part of the tree.
Yuan-ti with pikes are patrolling outcroppings from the trunk.
They try and find a way to sneak around them, climbing on the underside of trunks or finding different routes.
stealth: 11
One of the sentries spots the rats. “That’s… odd…”
Quickly, they scurry out of view to try and avoid gathering any more attention.
A few soldiers head along one of the wider branches and stand under where the rats are. One stabs at one of the rats. Attack: 5 Damage: 10
They scurry out of the way of the spear and start running past them towards the center of the tree.
Zeon seeing this would hop down as wind and electricity sparks around him, before landing in front of the Yuan-ti guards, making himself very noticeably a threat to gain their attention.
The guards all stab him.
Attack: 22 Damage: 11
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
Attack: 19 Damage: 5
Attack: 5 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
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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.
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
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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
“These aren’t normal rats!” She yells, and the sentries begin stabbing at the rats.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
Attack: 10 Damage: 3
Attack: 17 Damage: 11
Attack: 23 Damage: 17
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Most of the attacks hit, and they flee as fast as they can far away from other guards, hopefully also slightly more towards the center of the tree. Several of the rats are heavily injured.
the crown of slaughter’s mind is drifting through the desert.
At some point, Zeon would silently jump onto on of the high branches to better scout the area.
Meanwhile, Volumdremaak takes a short break from her ascension preparations to peek at the babies.
The rats each team up in pairs of two, looking for flaws in each branch, moving on to the next one if they find anything wrong.
they’ve gotten slightly bigger now, as have the adult crows. One of them squawks at Volumdremaak as it approaches the nest, shielding its babies with it’s wing.
There are small deposits here and there of the odd yellow buds, but they are quite sparse.
Many of the rats are very interested in them, but after what happened to their friend, they don’t say them. The lead rat does seem interested in them as well, studying branches that are growing them.
They may be magical in some way. However, it seems possible that the tree might have more potential near the center, where Savut dwells.
Some of them split off to search the center part of the tree.
Yuan-ti with pikes are patrolling outcroppings from the trunk.
They try and find a way to sneak around them, climbing on the underside of trunks or finding different routes.
stealth: 11
One of the sentries spots the rats. “That’s… odd…”
Quickly, they scurry out of view to try and avoid gathering any more attention.
A few soldiers head along one of the wider branches and stand under where the rats are. One stabs at one of the rats. Attack: 5 Damage: 10
They scurry out of the way of the spear and start running past them towards the center of the tree.
Zeon seeing this would hop down as wind and electricity sparks around him, before landing in front of the Yuan-ti guards, making himself very noticeably a threat to gain their attention.
The guards all stab him.
Attack: 22 Damage: 11
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
Attack: 19 Damage: 5
Attack: 5 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
The Emperor of Lightning block on the attacks with ease, its movements faster then any mortal they have seen. *Think high level monk*
Then Zeon holds its right hand up and a sword made of lightning several times larger then this 3 foot child-like figure forms and it holds it up in a threatening display, but doesn't attack.
*Like this*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils 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.
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
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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
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
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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.
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
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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
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
*yes please*
“Okay, what about, uh… ‘Battering Beast’?”
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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.
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
*Godzilla Bowser*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
*yes please*
“Okay, what about, uh… ‘Battering Beast’?”
"'The battering beast is coming' doesn't have much of a ring to it either. Like I said, I shall decide later. Though I like the term 'Tarrasque'."
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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
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
*yes please*
“Okay, what about, uh… ‘Battering Beast’?”
"'The battering beast is coming' doesn't have much of a ring to it either. Like I said, I shall decide later. Though I like the term 'Tarrasque'."
“Alright, fine. Where are ya gonna send ‘em?”
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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.
Balatro is kind of just hanging around Faltros’s palace, incredibly weakened.
He sees Balatro and remembers that he said that he would protect his minions. Begrudgingly, he gives Balatro and the Lich King 2,500 points each.
“Whoa!” Balatro straightens up. He looks quite invigorated, regaining the Death domain. “Thanks so much, boss! So what’s the plan?”
He looks bored, and puts the Tarrasque eggs aside. "I have another minion that is sewing chaos into the fabric of the Mythos of Order. Currently, while they are doing that, I am waiting for word from them, and attempting to keep myself preoccupied." He gestures to the egg. "I am attempting to create more creatures to terrorize humanity. I enjoyed that."
“Ooh, what’ll these guys do?” He examines the eggs.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils or something…”
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
*yes please*
“Okay, what about, uh… ‘Battering Beast’?”
"'The battering beast is coming' doesn't have much of a ring to it either. Like I said, I shall decide later. Though I like the term 'Tarrasque'."
“Alright, fine. Where are ya gonna send ‘em?”
"When I wish to, I will send them out to the surface to terrorize humanity."
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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
*cut*
“These aren’t normal rats!” She yells, and the sentries begin stabbing at the rats.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
Attack: 10 Damage: 3
Attack: 17 Damage: 11
Attack: 23 Damage: 17
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The guards all stab him.
Attack: 22 Damage: 11
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
Attack: 19 Damage: 5
Attack: 5 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"They will grow to be extremely large and strong monstrosities, a terrible force to be reckoned with that nothing short of a Will can defeat. The pain of encountering one would be worse then being tarred and feathered." He thinks for a second. "Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Tarrasque..."
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
Most of the attacks hit, and they flee as fast as they can far away from other guards, hopefully also slightly more towards the center of the tree. Several of the rats are heavily injured.
The Emperor of Lightning block on the attacks with ease, its movements faster then any mortal they have seen. *Think high level monk*
Then Zeon holds its right hand up and a sword made of lightning several times larger then this 3 foot child-like figure forms and it holds it up in a threatening display, but doesn't attack.
*Like this*
"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
“That’s a pretty big leap in naming conventions, dont’cha think? I’d call ‘em… I don’t know, God-tortoises or spikeshell devils 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.
"God-tortoise does not strike fear into anyone, nor is it even a turtle of any kind. Although that gives me an idea for later down the road. Spikeshell devil is also inaccurate, as it does not have a shell nor is it a devil. Think about it like this. If you are a pathetic mortal, living your pathetic life, would you be more scared by 'The Tarrasque is coming', or 'The God-Tortoise is coming?'"
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
“God-Tortoise!” He says earnestly. “I wouldn’t know what in the world a Tarrasque was, but aren’t, like, snapping turtles and stuff already scary? And a GOD version?! Horrible!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*coronet cut*
The sentries step back slightly, but don’t flee. “You are trespassing on the Lady’s sacred tree!” The sergeant shouts at Zeon.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Permission to put that in the quote thread?*
He sighs. "I shall figure out the name later. But it will not be 'God-Tortoise'."
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 please*
“Okay, what about, uh… ‘Battering Beast’?”
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 don't know who that is...." He says, dead panned yet genuinely.
"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
George begins to build a small greenhouse
*Godzilla Bowser*
"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
“She is queen of the wood, ruler of the waters, and preeminent over every fish, bird, and bug of this land, and Her will is law.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"'The battering beast is coming' doesn't have much of a ring to it either. Like I said, I shall decide later. Though I like the term 'Tarrasque'."
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
“Alright, fine. Where are ya gonna send ‘em?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"When I wish to, I will send them out to the surface to terrorize humanity."
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
While the guards are distracted, the Rats try and get closer to the center part of the tree unnoticed.
stealth: 9
(Oh great)