Balatro has begun writing the greatest joke ever, revolving around a chicken who gets into most amusing shenanigans involving a road.
*Balatro is officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
Balatro has begun writing the greatest joke ever, revolving around a chicken who gets into most amusing shenanigans involving a road.
*Balatro is officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
*all i can imagine of this scene is the meme with the guy writing on the flaming paper except it’s Balatro*
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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 has begun writing the greatest joke ever, revolving around a chicken who gets into most amusing shenanigans involving a road.
*Balatro is officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
*These two need to have a chaotic stand up battle or laugh off*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Balatro has begun writing the greatest joke ever, revolving around a chicken who gets into most amusing shenanigans involving a road.
*Balatro is officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
*all i can imagine of this scene is the meme with the guy writing on the flaming paper except it’s Balatro*
Balatro has begun writing the greatest joke ever, revolving around a chicken who gets into most amusing shenanigans involving a road.
*Balatro is officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
*These two need to have a chaotic stand up battle or laugh off*
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
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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
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
Two devils stand on guard. "Hey! Who are ya'?"
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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
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
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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
Several butterflies are recoding the conversation between Tarriker and Cogintius as they rest perching on the bookshelves. A couple of them have managed to sneak into Cog's room and are trying to copy information from the books he has been writing.
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
*Dave!*
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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
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
*Dave!*
*The man who started the whole sh!tstorm. XD*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
“…are you well?”
The UNKNOWABLE walks into the hall, trailing spectral, seizure-inducing vapors behind it.
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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.
Several butterflies are recoding the conversation between Tarriker and Cogintius as they rest perching on the bookshelves. A couple of them have managed to sneak into Cog's room and are trying to copy information from the books he has been writing.
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
*Dave, not again*
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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.
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
*Dave!*
*The man who started the whole sh!tstorm. XD*
*It all starts with Dave...*
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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
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
“…are you well?”
The UNKNOWABLE walks into the hall, trailing spectral, seizure-inducing vapors behind it.
"Yes! I'mverywell! Icanhandleallofthisatonce!"
It doesn't seem anyone immediately. The door to the throne room looms ominously.
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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
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
“…are you well?”
The UNKNOWABLE walks into the hall, trailing spectral, seizure-inducing vapors behind it.
"Yes! I'mverywell! Icanhandleallofthisatonce!"
It doesn't seem anyone immediately. The door to the throne room looms ominously.
Tarriker looks relieved. “Thank you. You don’t know how much it means that you’ll help us.”
The UNKNOWABLE reaches out a curled, unstable appendage, knocking upon the grand door.
*wait is arsendir the same Will as aemulus?*
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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.
Tarriker is ready, and is preparing to enter the T.O.M.
The UNKNOWABLE continues Its descent into the underworld.
Jobah is trying to design his final Will, and can’t choose between an angel of secrets, a night goddess, and his original idea.
Cogintius is in the T.O.M, continuing to write books.
The Unknowable eventually reaches the bottom, revealing a gargantuan cave thousands of miles long. I'm pretty sure I've described it to you before so I'll only give the full description again if you want it.
Gibber asks what the original idea was.
Tarriker enters the Tower, holding his mace and scroll.
*yes you have* The UNKNOWABLE walks forth toward the palace of Faltros, attracting wandering spirits toward it.
Jobah responds that it was going to be a second bird god, representing birds of paradise and waterfowl.
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
He just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
“…are you well?”
The UNKNOWABLE walks into the hall, trailing spectral, seizure-inducing vapors behind it.
"Yes! I'mverywell! Icanhandleallofthisatonce!"
It doesn't seem anyone immediately. The door to the throne room looms ominously.
Tarriker looks relieved. “Thank you. You don’t know how much it means that you’ll help us.”
The UNKNOWABLE reaches out a curled, unstable appendage, knocking upon the grand door.
*wait is arsendir the same Will as aemulus?*
"Yes! I'llgettoitimmediately! Faltrosdestroyingplaguekeep, hatebeneaththeearth'schaos, searchforCrotalus, Foréirapparentlycausinghavoctothenortn andmoreallatonce? Noproblematall!" He laughs some more.
It opens, revealing the throne room. Faltros is creating strange bull-humanoids with axes.
*Aemulus is disguised as Arsendir*
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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 officially my favorite enemy. Happy Chaos would love this guy if they were on the same side, or even if they met and were simply neutral towards each other.*
*all i can imagine of this scene is the meme with the guy writing on the flaming paper except it’s Balatro*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*These two need to have a chaotic stand up battle or laugh off*
"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
*Peak writing. Bro is truly cooking up.*
*Totally.*
He turns around. "Ah, a mortal. How can I help you?" Even when grinning, he seems stressed.
If it's walking, it takes a long time. If it takes the boat, it takes a good amount of time but not too much. If it teleports, it takes one second. But no matter the way, it eventually arrives at the palace.
Gibber says, "Cool!" He doesn't know which one he likes the most, though.
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
Tarriker steels himself, then speaks. “I am Tarriker na’Ranhath. I have ventured many leagues from the North because the fire-god Foréir has set giants upon us. The fire giants have begun burning and ravaging our villages, and thousands have died. No gods have come to our aid, and soon our entire world will have been burned. I came here to ask you and your allies for help.”
The UNKNOWABLE walks to the door, looking around carefully.
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 just looks even more strained. He seems to be processing the information.
Two devils stand on guard. "Hey! Who are ya'?"
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
Tarriker waits for his response.
”I̶̝̕ ̸̠̿a̶͕͝ṃ̶̒ ̴̥́t̸̪͘ẖ̷͛e̴̥͂ ̶̤͌Ű̵͙N̵̕͜K̷͇͝N̴̝̄Ơ̸̱W̸̯̐A̵̧̽B̵͎͝L̸̳̾Ȩ̸̊.̷̟́ ̵̟̔U̷̞̔s̵̫̃h̷̻͆ẹ̵̌ṟ̵̑ ̴̗̃o̵͎̊f̵̧̆ ̵̯̀s̵͙̾o̴̡͂u̵̯͠l̵̀͜s̸̳̓ ̵͚̚t̸͔̂o̸̫͝ ̵̹́à̵͙l̸̙̐l̸͕͌ ̵̗͋t̵̨͆h̸̩́ä̷̺t̴̝̾ ̷̞̌ì̵͎ŝ̴͜ ̷̯̓b̴̛̜ẻ̵̙ỳ̴̖ǫ̷̿n̷͓̒d̶̟̉.̶̱̀ ̵̰̌Ì̵̳ ̷͇͛w̶̫͌ą̸̎s̵̠̓ ̵̰͠d̴͎̍r̶̻͘ȧ̴͜w̷̡̕n̵̯͘ ̸͈͂t̶̜̕ö̶̱ ̴͍̏t̷̖́h̴̤͝i̶̝̽s̸̟͛ ̵̧̀p̷̨͘l̶̩̎a̷̗͠c̴̯͌ȅ̸͚.̸̣̆”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It all suddenly comes spewing out rapidly. "Foréir? I'veheardofhimbefore. Heusedtoliveinthecitybeforeleaving. I'msuprisedhewenttodestruction, butcorruptionisaboundisitnot?" He laughs to himself. "Iwillsendhelp. Whatwillthehelpbe? Ihavenoclue!" He laughs some more.
"Uhhh... Ok. I don't want to die, so I'm just gonna let you in..." The other devil nods as the door is opened.
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
Several butterflies are recoding the conversation between Tarriker and Cogintius as they rest perching on the bookshelves. A couple of them have managed to sneak into Cog's room and are trying to copy information from the books he has been writing.
Far away, in a dark corner of an impossible massive library carved from black stone, a tome flies off the shelf and gracefully lands on a podium, the title reading "Mortals of intrigue." The book flips, revealing several names. The last entry seems to be about a man named Dave, before it stops on a blank page. A floating quill starts to write, adding a new name to be book. Tarriker, before it begins to write more, as if documenting something.
"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
*Dave!*
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 man who started the whole sh!tstorm. XD*
"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
“…are you well?”
The UNKNOWABLE walks into the hall, trailing spectral, seizure-inducing vapors behind it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dave, not again*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It all starts with Dave...*
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! I'mverywell! Icanhandleallofthisatonce!"
It doesn't seem anyone immediately. The door to the throne room looms ominously.
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
Tarriker looks relieved. “Thank you. You don’t know how much it means that you’ll help us.”
The UNKNOWABLE reaches out a curled, unstable appendage, knocking upon the grand door.
*wait is arsendir the same Will as aemulus?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes! I'llgettoitimmediately! Faltrosdestroyingplaguekeep, hatebeneaththeearth'schaos, searchforCrotalus, Foréirapparentlycausinghavoctothenortn andmoreallatonce? Noproblematall!" He laughs some more.
It opens, revealing the throne room. Faltros is creating strange bull-humanoids with axes.
*Aemulus is disguised as Arsendir*
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
*cut, also thanks*
Being rather oblivious, Tarriker bows. “Thank you, gracious Coginitius.”
“F̴̣̊a̶̪̎l̵̢̒t̴͓͂r̵͕͒ǒ̶̦s̴̮̎…̸̺͠ ̶͉̂U̸̬̽n̴̯͠d̷̲̓e̵̹̓ř̵̘k̸̠̂i̶̦͛ṉ̴̄g̶̼̑…” The UNKNOWABLE croaks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.