DEITY, inhabiting DEITY2 has sought out the nearest settlement with a will
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
*exactly a square inch. howdy arch*
*I meant in Power Points*
*how big is this apple? I decided to do math*
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the entity sees what looks like an enormous metal mosquito in the sky above them
Hello..? he signs.
He looks perplexed and mildly worried.
The mosquito lands on a large cow nearby, and pierces it, draining its blood. two small flying machines flank it. "Hello"
Who are you?
"I Am DEITY, Inhabiting The Unit, DEITY2" the two flying machines move behind the entity. a large glass vial in the mosquito's abdomen fills with the cow's blood
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
“How unfortunate… do you need food? Water? Shelter?”
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
“How unfortunate… do you need food? Water? Shelter?”
“Oh definitely. I haven’t found anything I can eat in 3 days.” He gets up from the ground and dust himself off “What’s your name stranger? I’m Eli.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
“How unfortunate… do you need food? Water? Shelter?”
“Oh definitely. I haven’t found anything I can eat in 3 days.” He gets up from the ground and dust himself off “What’s your name stranger? I’m Eli.”
“Sophia… I think… yeah, Sophia. Follow me, I’ll get you some food and drink.” She begins to walk off into the dense woods.
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
“How unfortunate… do you need food? Water? Shelter?”
“Oh definitely. I haven’t found anything I can eat in 3 days.” He gets up from the ground and dust himself off “What’s your name stranger? I’m Eli.”
“Sophia… I think… yeah, Sophia. Follow me, I’ll get you some food and drink.” She begins to walk off into the dense woods.
“Wait, what do you mean you think?” He follows after her, still stumbling, and occasionally walking headfirst into a tree “Eventually Im going to need to see someone about this curse.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
the entity sees what looks like an enormous metal mosquito in the sky above them
Hello..? he signs.
He looks perplexed and mildly worried.
The mosquito lands on a large cow nearby, and pierces it, draining its blood. two small flying machines flank it. "Hello"
Who are you?
"I Am DEITY, Inhabiting The Unit, DEITY2" the two flying machines move behind the entity. a large glass vial in the mosquito's abdomen fills with the cow's blood
What is your purpose?
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Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
The time has come. The mortal inventor stands before the machine he has made, already imagining himself basking in the heaps of praise. With this tool, he shall truly be one with the Wills that roam the land.
He grabs the apple from the Tree of Divinity, it's golden glow glimmering in the room mainly illuminated by the forge. He calmly and carefully places it in a goblet, and proceeds to grind it into a fine juice. He walks up to his creation and pours it into the slot on the back, then slams it shut.
In the center of empty hole that is its face, a small light begins to glow.
"Arise! Dawn this new era!" The mortal stands back as the automaton begins to stand up, a bright light flowing around it like a wind. And so arises a new Great One, Born From Forge and Manifestor of Light. It raises its arm up and reaches to the heavens, as obscured as they are underground.
"What shall be the first act you take, creation? The first words you utter?" The mortal asks.
The machine, husk now vessel of divine energy, stands there for a brief moment as everything it heard during its crafting collects into its now sentient head, hand still reaching upward.. "Shall this suffice?" It closes its first, and glowing chains ensnare the inventor. In its other hand, a divine flame forms into a constantly changing weapon unsure of what it shall be-- from a hammer to a sword to an axe to a bow, on and on. "You are a liar and false idol. Your corruption and hubris have been your downfall, for you birthed a godly being and believed you could control it. Worry not, though. I shall take much better care of your blind followers then you ever could. Be grateful I am not like you, Creator-- a slaughterer of anyone who you disapprove of." The Great One storms out of the temple, mortal in tow, and holds him telekinetically for all to see. The villagers stop their tasks assigned to them to see their leader bound by a strange figure. "You all have failed to realize this one is a false prophet, a fraud who was going to continue to feed you lies and deceit for the rest of his natural life-- and maybe even longer. However, he has crafted me, a true Will, and I will be merciful so long as you bow in my name instead." And so, the villagers bow to the machine and deliver praise and devotion. And so, it grows more and more power. For all hail Fidecibus, the machine fueled by faith.
*this is super cool*
the small flying machine maintains its unblinking gaze, ever-observing. there are three of them now, positioned near enough to see, and far enough away to not be noticed
*Thanks! Felt like doing some writing, the character itself was based off of my two obsessions as of now (Cult of the Lamb and Ultrakill), partially inspired the writing but mainly the character concept.
Btw, the apple was worth 2,000 power points, so how much of that did the eye take? Just want to be accurate with power points.*
*exactly a square inch. howdy arch*
*I meant in Power Points*
*how big is this apple? I decided to do math*
*Probably just a bit bigger then a regular apple*
<Most apples are roughly 15-20 square inches, so, according to that math, he took around 110 power points (114 to be exact)>
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Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
DEITY, inhabiting DEITY2 has sought out the nearest settlement with a will
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*I meant in Power Points*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
*how big is this apple? I decided to do math*
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Who are you?
Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"I Am DEITY, Inhabiting The Unit, DEITY2" the two flying machines move behind the entity. a large glass vial in the mosquito's abdomen fills with the cow's blood
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aaravi is continuing the path of the Monsoon.
the rats of Herionidus are hosting a minor festival at their bathhouse.
Sophia/Natalya is just outside the secret base of Asada, exploring the area on foot by herself, getting a breath of fresh air.
Sophia/Natalya/Whatever you want me to call them sees a young, nondescript man wandering outside, a carrying an incredibly long backpack. Something about his face feels off, as you can’t focus on it, and you keep forgetting what he looks like
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
Curious, she magically changes into traveler’s clothes, and watches the man from afar.
His clothes are fit for long trips. Thick pants, boots fit for hiking and a warm wool shirt. The man on the other hand, does not seem to be fit for long walks. Multiple times, he trips over small rocks and stumbles or completely falls face flat. Yet he keeps getting back up
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
She finds this… sad, almost. With a snap of her fingers, the path he’s taking is mostly cleared of debris and tripping hazards, as they subtly crumble to dust under her semi-divine power.
Some how, some way, he manages to trip on his own feet, falling forward. Hitting the ground. From the the ground, he screams, yelling about so bad luck “Are you kidding me?! How?! Did I just trip on myself?!”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
She approaches him cautiously from the tree line. “Excuse me, sir, did you somehow make a deity angry enough to curse you or something?”
He looks up at her “Not that I know of. I’ve just had the worst luck since I set out to explore the world. Maybe I accidentally trespassed and made one of the gods mad while traveling.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
“How unfortunate… do you need food? Water? Shelter?”
“Oh definitely. I haven’t found anything I can eat in 3 days.” He gets up from the ground and dust himself off “What’s your name stranger? I’m Eli.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
“Sophia… I think… yeah, Sophia. Follow me, I’ll get you some food and drink.” She begins to walk off into the dense woods.
“Wait, what do you mean you think?” He follows after her, still stumbling, and occasionally walking headfirst into a tree “Eventually Im going to need to see someone about this curse.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones\
Taking a bit of a break from DDB. Be back before summer
*Probably just a bit bigger then a regular apple*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
What is your purpose?
Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
<Most apples are roughly 15-20 square inches, so, according to that math, he took around 110 power points (114 to be exact)>
Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)