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Crotalus stalks the underworld. His horned shadow slides across the stony walls and any devil it sweeps across is soon slain.
A dragon roars at him, then flies away in the direction of the palace to alert it's creator.
His tattered poncho flaps in the wind. The shadows of its folds lengthen and tear and fray until the desert lord's form dissolves into a flock of dusty buzzards. The carrion birds, angels of desert death, wheel into the air and follow after the dragon.
It tries to pick up speed and outfly it's pursuer, which likely doesn't work since Crotalus is a Will can can probably go extremely fast.
The buzzards are able to follow after the dragon, speeding behind like shadows torn from the ground and thrown up into the sky. The fiendish drake might as well be trying to outrun his own shadow.
*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Cogintius is thinking of a temporary solution while he tries to find Crotalus. He has 'coded' the wards to kick out all crows.
Faltros has created a variety of creatures and is looking at them, grinning.
Somnium has mysteriously vanished. (Scrapped) Its creations linger, and some cults think it still lives and continue on with duties, but it will likely never return.
Balatro is in Nurgul’s prison, looking for weak points to escape.
Faltros, being unaware of this, continues on with his work.
*Do they have a telepathic link or anything? If so, that might work.*
*they’re in a mythos together and can share divine power so maybe… it depends on Faltros’s choice ig*
*We'll say yes, considering he has a link with Aemulus as well.*
<Hey, uh, Boss?>
He looks around, then remembers the telepathic link. 'Yes?'
<So I was doing the cult thing, and I thought it would be safer to try and start it in Plague Keep, so the old man wouldn’t find me out… and, uh…>
He sighs. "What?"
<Well, I’m in prison. Awaiting trial. Most likely to be fed to some kinda bone-dissolving millipede or something.>
He curses. 'And I assume you want me to free you?'
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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 underworld is a strange place. Hundreds of miles in length, and Wills know how far beneath the surface, spectral souls of the foul fly around, waiting to get physical bodies. Devils also walk around, the souls when they do get bodies. A large, LARGE river of flame runs down to a speck in the distance, a devil ferryman on a boat at the mouth. Some other creatures roam around, like dragons, displacer beasts and hell hounds.
A devil looks at Tosu. "Who are you?"
Tosu stands up and brushes himself off. “What the horse.. not again..” He rubs his head. “Oh hi. I’m Tosu. And you?”
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“You are a fool. Such a statement is objective false. I would summon my lord right this moment if he wouldn’t incinerate you.”
Tosu folds his arms. “Go ahead! I don’t believe you.”
A whiring sound comes from its center and in a massive burst of flame, scorching the land into a burnt and blackened clearing for an above 50 feet. When the light and fire cleared, he sees a tall man in simple workman’s clothes, a pair of gloves and a scabbard at his side. The man’s orange and red hair moves like fire, contrasting his bright green eyes “What do you want, mortal.” He says this with a hint of disdain
Tosu waves politely. “I told a bird I didnt think gods were real and it told me that it would show me proof.”
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For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
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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
Crotalus stalks the underworld. His horned shadow slides across the stony walls and any devil it sweeps across is soon slain.
A dragon roars at him, then flies away in the direction of the palace to alert it's creator.
His tattered poncho flaps in the wind. The shadows of its folds lengthen and tear and fray until the desert lord's form dissolves into a flock of dusty buzzards. The carrion birds, angels of desert death, wheel into the air and follow after the dragon.
It tries to pick up speed and outfly it's pursuer, which likely doesn't work since Crotalus is a Will can can probably go extremely fast.
The buzzards are able to follow after the dragon, speeding behind like shadows torn from the ground and thrown up into the sky. The fiendish drake might as well be trying to outrun his own shadow.
*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
*No worries. Don't let roleplay get in the way of proper dental care.*
Behind the dragon the buzzards remain in pursuit, swooping after your wake like cast off leaves.
Cogintius is thinking of a temporary solution while he tries to find Crotalus. He has 'coded' the wards to kick out all crows.
Faltros has created a variety of creatures and is looking at them, grinning.
Somnium has mysteriously vanished. (Scrapped) Its creations linger, and some cults think it still lives and continue on with duties, but it will likely never return.
Balatro is in Nurgul’s prison, looking for weak points to escape.
Faltros, being unaware of this, continues on with his work.
*Do they have a telepathic link or anything? If so, that might work.*
*they’re in a mythos together and can share divine power so maybe… it depends on Faltros’s choice ig*
*We'll say yes, considering he has a link with Aemulus as well.*
<Hey, uh, Boss?>
He looks around, then remembers the telepathic link. 'Yes?'
<So I was doing the cult thing, and I thought it would be safer to try and start it in Plague Keep, so the old man wouldn’t find me out… and, uh…>
He sighs. "What?"
<Well, I’m in prison. Awaiting trial. Most likely to be fed to some kinda bone-dissolving millipede or something.>
He curses. 'And I assume you want me to free you?'
<Well I know how busy you are, but… maybe you could send a devil or something?>
The underworld is a strange place. Hundreds of miles in length, and Wills know how far beneath the surface, spectral souls of the foul fly around, waiting to get physical bodies. Devils also walk around, the souls when they do get bodies. A large, LARGE river of flame runs down to a speck in the distance, a devil ferryman on a boat at the mouth. Some other creatures roam around, like dragons, displacer beasts and hell hounds.
A devil looks at Tosu. "Who are you?"
Tosu stands up and brushes himself off. “What the horse.. not again..” He rubs his head. “Oh hi. I’m Tosu. And you?”
"State your purpose here." The devil ignores Tosu's request to give his name. "This is the domain of Faltros, the King Below, the near overthrower of the gods, ruler of the underworld."
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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 shadowy mass makes it's way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
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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.
For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"State your purpose here." The devil ignores Tosu's request to give his name. "This is the domain of Faltros, the King Below, the near overthrower of the gods, ruler of the underworld."
“…..What is up with everyone here being religious? Don’t devils follow archdevils?”
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Crotalus stalks the underworld. His horned shadow slides across the stony walls and any devil it sweeps across is soon slain.
A dragon roars at him, then flies away in the direction of the palace to alert it's creator.
His tattered poncho flaps in the wind. The shadows of its folds lengthen and tear and fray until the desert lord's form dissolves into a flock of dusty buzzards. The carrion birds, angels of desert death, wheel into the air and follow after the dragon.
It tries to pick up speed and outfly it's pursuer, which likely doesn't work since Crotalus is a Will can can probably go extremely fast.
The buzzards are able to follow after the dragon, speeding behind like shadows torn from the ground and thrown up into the sky. The fiendish drake might as well be trying to outrun his own shadow.
*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
*No worries. Don't let roleplay get in the way of proper dental care.*
Behind the dragon the buzzards remain in pursuit, swooping after your wake like cast off leaves.
The dragon roars to any nearby devils, who all run off towards the palace. The dragon flies in the opposite direction.
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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
Cogintius is thinking of a temporary solution while he tries to find Crotalus. He has 'coded' the wards to kick out all crows.
Faltros has created a variety of creatures and is looking at them, grinning.
Somnium has mysteriously vanished. (Scrapped) Its creations linger, and some cults think it still lives and continue on with duties, but it will likely never return.
Balatro is in Nurgul’s prison, looking for weak points to escape.
Faltros, being unaware of this, continues on with his work.
*Do they have a telepathic link or anything? If so, that might work.*
*they’re in a mythos together and can share divine power so maybe… it depends on Faltros’s choice ig*
*We'll say yes, considering he has a link with Aemulus as well.*
<Hey, uh, Boss?>
He looks around, then remembers the telepathic link. 'Yes?'
<So I was doing the cult thing, and I thought it would be safer to try and start it in Plague Keep, so the old man wouldn’t find me out… and, uh…>
He sighs. "What?"
<Well, I’m in prison. Awaiting trial. Most likely to be fed to some kinda bone-dissolving millipede or something.>
He curses. 'And I assume you want me to free you?'
<Well I know how busy you are, but… maybe you could send a devil or something?>
'No. This 'Nurgul' is a Will, I presume? So I would need to come myself.'
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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
For the first time since arriving in this world, Volumdremaak feels a desire to explore it with her own eyes instead of through her children. Once she checks in with her follower to make sure they will be alright while she is gone and informs Mephilia of her departure, she takes off like a fast moving fog of pure void, heading towards the direction of the valley and the City of Order.
The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
The guards look at her. "Stop! Who are you?"
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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 shadowy mass makes its way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
"Greeting Father of Birds, its a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“You are a fool. Such a statement is objective false. I would summon my lord right this moment if he wouldn’t incinerate you.”
Tosu folds his arms. “Go ahead! I don’t believe you.”
A whiring sound comes from its center and in a massive burst of flame, scorching the land into a burnt and blackened clearing for an above 50 feet. When the light and fire cleared, he sees a tall man in simple workman’s clothes, a pair of gloves and a scabbard at his side. The man’s orange and red hair moves like fire, contrasting his bright green eyes “What do you want, mortal.” He says this with a hint of disdain
Tosu waves politely. “I told a bird I didnt think gods were real and it told me that it would show me proof.”
"State your purpose here." The devil ignores Tosu's request to give his name. "This is the domain of Faltros, the King Below, the near overthrower of the gods, ruler of the underworld."
“…..What is up with everyone here being religious? Don’t devils follow archdevils?”
"Faltros turned us from pathetic spirits floating through the void, to what we are now. We serve under him. Now, what are you doing here?"
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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
*Sure :)*
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*Sorry for being inactive for a few minutes, was brushing my teeth cause we're going somewhere.*
It doesn't look back, doing a spinning dive. It almost touches the River of Fire, which would have likely been a death sentence, but it flies up just in time to not touch it.
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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He curses. 'And I assume you want me to free you?'
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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Tosu stands up and brushes himself off. “What the horse.. not again..” He rubs his head. “Oh hi. I’m Tosu. And you?”
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Tosu waves politely. “I told a bird I didnt think gods were real and it told me that it would show me proof.”
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The City of Order is a large place, as you expect from a city. The buildings are made from wood and stone, unlike modern steel ones. Magical wards surround it, bordered by crows who seem to have been kicked out. A tower stands right outside the city. Rising up from the center is a clocktower that reaches up to the sky.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*No worries. Don't let roleplay get in the way of proper dental care.*
Behind the dragon the buzzards remain in pursuit, swooping after your wake like cast off leaves.
<Well I know how busy you are, but… maybe you could send a devil 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.
"State your purpose here." The devil ignores Tosu's request to give his name. "This is the domain of Faltros, the King Below, the near overthrower of the gods, ruler of the underworld."
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
The shadowy mass makes it's way over the fields between the Valley and the City of Order. Along the way, the Umbral Dragon begins to attacks the lost souls of the area that feel attracted to her undead energies. as their souls pass into the shadow void of Volumdremaak's form, they feel a sense of comfort and peace that compels them to stay with her.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Fodd, who has been building a longhouse in his newly grown forest, sees the approaching shadows and begins walking toward them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She notices the city as slowly draws near, wanting to observe the city but ensuring her presence is notice as well. She doesn't want to come off any more of a threat then her natural form would typically warrant.
"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
“…..What is up with everyone here being religious? Don’t devils follow archdevils?”
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The dragon roars to any nearby devils, who all run off towards the palace. The dragon flies in the opposite direction.
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
'No. This 'Nurgul' is a Will, I presume? So I would need to come myself.'
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
The guards look at her. "Stop! Who are you?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Greeting Father of Birds, its a pleasure to meet you again" The shadow void whispers out to him, one large draconic eye appearing to him.
"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
*cut*
<Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here. Nurgul could be a good ally. I’d say it’s better to dissociate yourself with me, honestly.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well I’m here now.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Faltros turned us from pathetic spirits floating through the void, to what we are now. We serve under him. Now, what are you doing 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.
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