*Wait, are you a Fiend, Great Old One or Archfey?*
*I am the devil’s Grandmother! I am the feeling of an insect crawling upon your skin when nothing is there! I am the sprite whispering into your ear as you sleep, telling you to commit the most heinous acts!*
*in other words: Absolutely!*
*Yeah, but which are you?*
*yes*
*but mostly the last two, like 80 percent Archfey, 18 percent great old one, and 2 percent fiend. In other words, I’m a fey, but a very fun fey! In other other words, a hag*
Cogintius is seeing if the strange appearances stop now that the crows have been evicted.
Faltros is speaking with Nurgul.
Gibber misses having a third line of text.
A large amount of choughs, ravens, wrens, tits, and swallows have begun roosting around the edges of the city, as Fodd’s forest grows on the edge of vision, about nine miles from the city.
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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.
Cogintius is seeing if the strange appearances stop now that the crows have been evicted.
Faltros is speaking with Nurgul.
Gibber misses having a third line of text.
They have not. There have been less of that wretched infinite staircase symbol popping up everywhere, but there have still been various strange events. Two more murders, three buildings burn down, one more group of cultists have been found in a secret room beneath a bunch of homes, one of the elders has reported the feeling of being watched, and hearing whispers coming from his walls.
He paces one of the T.O.M's floors. "All that is needed is to find Crotalus and confront him. Although if he is in the underworld, I must do it without alerting Faltros. A simple task, but how?" He thinks out loud.
Someone interrupts him. A guard that ran up several staircases to get to Cogintius. In between gasps for air and yelping in pain, he says, “FIRE. BIG FIRE… E-Entertainment district… chaos… cultists…” he pauses. Cogintius realizes he has an arrow in his back.
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the 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.
The Gravediggers hide away, safe in their crypt, guarded by the many enormous roots of the sacred tree.
“Light the tree on fire!” Savut commands the Herionidians.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the Beast.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
The Gravediggers hide away, safe in their crypt, guarded by the many enormous roots of the sacred tree.
“Light the tree on fire!” Savut commands the Herionidians.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
Savut draws out her glaive and swings at the Tree, expending 1000 power points. 59
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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.
Cogintius is seeing if the strange appearances stop now that the crows have been evicted.
Faltros is speaking with Nurgul.
Gibber misses having a third line of text.
They have not. There have been less of that wretched infinite staircase symbol popping up everywhere, but there have still been various strange events. Two more murders, three buildings burn down, one more group of cultists have been found in a secret room beneath a bunch of homes, one of the elders has reported the feeling of being watched, and hearing whispers coming from his walls.
He paces one of the T.O.M's floors. "All that is needed is to find Crotalus and confront him. Although if he is in the underworld, I must do it without alerting Faltros. A simple task, but how?" He thinks out loud.
Someone interrupts him. A guard that ran up several staircases to get to Cogintius. In between gasps for air and yelping in pain, he says, “FIRE. BIG FIRE… E-Entertainment district… chaos… cultists…” he pauses. Cogintius realizes he has an arrow in his back.
(This is very fun)
He takes out the arrow in the guard and stabilizes him to make sure he doesn't die. He then teleports to the Entertainment district.
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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 giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the Beast.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
He moves his eyepatch, uncovering his gyrfalcon eye. “What… are you?”
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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.
The Gravediggers hide away, safe in their crypt, guarded by the many enormous roots of the sacred tree.
“Light the tree on fire!” Savut commands the Herionidians.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
Savut draws out her glaive and swings at the Tree, expending 1000 power points. 59
Her glaive cuts straight through the roots, and the tree stills, severely damaged and withdrawing from fighting back. It’s nearly dead.
The Gravediggers hide away, safe in their crypt, guarded by the many enormous roots of the sacred tree.
“Light the tree on fire!” Savut commands the Herionidians.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
Savut draws out her glaive and swings at the Tree, expending 1000 power points. 59
Her glaive cuts straight through the roots, and the tree stills, severely damaged and withdrawing from fighting back. It’s nearly dead.
the crypt is open and available to venture into.
“Go forth and attack!” Savut enters, gathering the stars around her and before her host of fighters.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the Beast.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
He moves his eyepatch, uncovering his gyrfalcon eye. “What… are you?”
The beast does not understand what he says, but looks down
"What?" the beast says in a demonic voice tainted with corruption
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the Beast.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
He moves his eyepatch, uncovering his gyrfalcon eye. “What… are you?”
The beast does not understand what he says, but looks down
"What?" the beast says in a demonic voice tainted with corruption
“I am Fodd, Father of Sky and Land. What business have you here?”
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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.
Cogintius is seeing if the strange appearances stop now that the crows have been evicted.
Faltros is speaking with Nurgul.
Gibber misses having a third line of text.
They have not. There have been less of that wretched infinite staircase symbol popping up everywhere, but there have still been various strange events. Two more murders, three buildings burn down, one more group of cultists have been found in a secret room beneath a bunch of homes, one of the elders has reported the feeling of being watched, and hearing whispers coming from his walls.
He paces one of the T.O.M's floors. "All that is needed is to find Crotalus and confront him. Although if he is in the underworld, I must do it without alerting Faltros. A simple task, but how?" He thinks out loud.
Someone interrupts him. A guard that ran up several staircases to get to Cogintius. In between gasps for air and yelping in pain, he says, “FIRE. BIG FIRE… E-Entertainment district… chaos… cultists…” he pauses. Cogintius realizes he has an arrow in his back.
(This is very fun)
He takes out the arrow in the guard and stabilizes him to make sure he doesn't die. He then teleports to the Entertainment district.
There is a giant fire. A hundred buildings in the middle of the district have been set ablaze, smoke rising in the sky. Civilians run in terror and guards try to calm the situation and douse the fire, Disguised Aemulus/Arsendir is also there, using his godly powers to try and snuff the flames around him and saving civilians. Thirty or so cloaked people, with crossbows and scimitars, are causing chaos and destruction, killing civilians and lighting more buildings on fire. A hundred feet above the chaos, a purple cloak is floating, tattered and ruined, with black tendrils in place of legs and with no arms, a white mask in place of a face, inscribed with the infinite staircase symbol and with a hole revealing a singular glowing white eye in the center. The creature watches the chaos, seemingly unnoticed by the mortals.
Tiku expends 3000 power points to cause an explosion of stars to damage to tree 109
The tree is literally clinging onto life at this point- and it screams. The gnarls in its charred and ruined wood open up like mouths and unleash a horrible screech. Though Tiku doesn’t recognize it, the cacophony sounds exactly like Herionidus.
The Gravediggers hide away, safe in their crypt, guarded by the many enormous roots of the sacred tree.
“Light the tree on fire!” Savut commands the Herionidians.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
Savut draws out her glaive and swings at the Tree, expending 1000 power points. 59
Her glaive cuts straight through the roots, and the tree stills, severely damaged and withdrawing from fighting back. It’s nearly dead.
the crypt is open and available to venture into.
“Go forth and attack!” Savut enters, gathering the stars around her and before her host of fighters.
Herionidians flood into the tiny entrance in the earth, single file as otherwise they wouldn’t be able to fit. A dark mass moves in the crypt’s main chamber, though nobody is close enough to see what it is.
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the Beast.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
He moves his eyepatch, uncovering his gyrfalcon eye. “What… are you?”
The beast does not understand what he says, but looks down
"What?" the beast says in a demonic voice tainted with corruption
“I am Fodd, Father of Sky and Land. What business have you here?”
*yes*
*but mostly the last two, like 80 percent Archfey, 18 percent great old one, and 2 percent fiend. In other words, I’m a fey, but a very fun fey! In other other words, a hag*
A large amount of choughs, ravens, wrens, tits, and swallows have begun roosting around the edges of the city, as Fodd’s forest grows on the edge of vision, about nine miles from the city.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Someone interrupts him. A guard that ran up several staircases to get to Cogintius. In between gasps for air and yelping in pain, he says, “FIRE. BIG FIRE… E-Entertainment district… chaos… cultists…” he pauses. Cogintius realizes he has an arrow in his back.
(This is very fun)
A giant lumbering metal statue like figure with purple and black corruption in all of it's cracks and spreading all over it like a fungal infection, approaches a place, as it slowly stomps forth. the beast is somewhat a giant anthropomorphic reptile, but similar to a mech, with soulless eyes as well. huge shatters of the earth fly out, and most creatures near it gain strings of corruption, and they have holes melt through them. flesh bits are all over it and around them is a ground made of flesh, a scar in the earth, with exposed ribs and many eyes and writhing tentacles shrieking.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Fodd hears the shrieks and sighs. He sets down a log and heads toward the 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.
Some of them grab torches and light them, charging towards the tree. Most of them don’t make it very close, caught in its branches or vines, but a few of them manage to light some of the roots and branches on fire. The wood doesn’t burn well, but it does burn, and it starts to damage the tree.
The lumbering beast is at least five hundred feet tall, about that height
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Savut draws out her glaive and swings at the Tree, expending 1000 power points. 59
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 takes out the arrow in the guard and stabilizes him to make sure he doesn't die. He then teleports to the Entertainment district.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He moves his eyepatch, uncovering his gyrfalcon eye. “What… are 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.
Her glaive cuts straight through the roots, and the tree stills, severely damaged and withdrawing from fighting back. It’s nearly dead.
the crypt is open and available to venture into.
“Go forth and attack!” Savut enters, gathering the stars around her and before her host of fighters.
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 beast does not understand what he says, but looks down
"What?" the beast says in a demonic voice tainted with corruption
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I am Fodd, Father of Sky and Land. What business have you here?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Tiku expends 3000 power points to cause an explosion of stars to damage to tree 86
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
There is a giant fire. A hundred buildings in the middle of the district have been set ablaze, smoke rising in the sky. Civilians run in terror and guards try to calm the situation and douse the fire, Disguised Aemulus/Arsendir is also there, using his godly powers to try and snuff the flames around him and saving civilians. Thirty or so cloaked people, with crossbows and scimitars, are causing chaos and destruction, killing civilians and lighting more buildings on fire. A hundred feet above the chaos, a purple cloak is floating, tattered and ruined, with black tendrils in place of legs and with no arms, a white mask in place of a face, inscribed with the infinite staircase symbol and with a hole revealing a singular glowing white eye in the center. The creature watches the chaos, seemingly unnoticed by the mortals.
The tree is literally clinging onto life at this point- and it screams. The gnarls in its charred and ruined wood open up like mouths and unleash a horrible screech. Though Tiku doesn’t recognize it, the cacophony sounds exactly like Herionidus.
Herionidians flood into the tiny entrance in the earth, single file as otherwise they wouldn’t be able to fit. A dark mass moves in the crypt’s main chamber, though nobody is close enough to see what it is.
It lumbers down
"I do not. I no care"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.