Cog goes silent and listens to it. "What could it mean? Oh, it doesn't matter. Time to put a stop to it." He walks to the city square. "I demand you stop this foolish riot immediately, and I am not afraid to use violence." The tip of his spear glows with radiant energy.
The rioters yell at Cogintius in response.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Macchino has continued work on his large project; the foundations of a massive building have been laid out, and autognomes are working on it.
Meanwhile, however, Macchino had another project; an improvement to his Ring. The Ring of Light is now a True Artifact, and has gained floating crystals that orbit around it.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Also now speaking of, just realized Herionidus doesn’t have a true artifact yet.
Herionidus is working at the center of his domain, sewing a ghostly seed that will soon sprout into one of the most powerful objects in existence: the deathbloom.
Szerucharz suddenly lands amongst the rioters, eyes brimming with hunger as he stares at Cog. He points, then draws his greatknife, licking his sharp teeth.
"I wonder if Herionidus will cook you up real nice for me..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz suddenly lands amongst the rioters, eyes brimming with hunger as he stares at Cog. He points, then draws his greatknife, licking his sharp teeth.
"I wonder if Herionidus will cook you up real nice for me..."
"Szerucharz? What are you doing here? This city is not your domain."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Szerucharz suddenly lands amongst the rioters, eyes brimming with hunger as he stares at Cog. He points, then draws his greatknife, licking his sharp teeth.
"I wonder if Herionidus will cook you up real nice for me..."
"Szerucharz? What are you doing here? This city is not your domain."
"I haven't seen true violence in decades. To see a god going against mortals... killing them without worry or care... it reminds me of the good old days. I heard them plotting the riot from my cathedral. Conspirators always stay where they think they cannot be heard. Now, tell me, are you going to behave and play nice with the mortals, or should I get my fork ready?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The robed figure reaches the dias, and the Skald to their left gives them a strange, bladed, hooked implement. The Chosen then begins ascending the stairs up to the top of the dias.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
*Actually, I'm not gonna be here for like half of tomorrow, so I'm gonna void Szerucharz's appearance here so Cog and co can move on without having to wait 'til midday.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Raziel returns to his recently created village. The adamas pillar, more like a tower, standing at over 100 feet, towers over the village. The humans have already made the most of their surroundings. The village is riddled with canals, similar to Venice, but not suspended upon poles.
It seems more humans have been converted to Nephilim. I search for Jonathan. I find him hard at work on the outskirts of the village, working to expand it.
”Jonathan” I say from behind him. He looks behind him, startled. When he realizes who he is talking to, he kneels,
”Lord Raziel” he says.
I pull him up by his shoulders,
”There is no need to kneel. Now, I have given you this land to work with. What shall you call it?”
Jonathan thinks for a moment,
”We, as a collective, decided to call this village, soon to be city, Alicante and its surrounding lands Idris”
”Idris…a fitting name. You may go back to work. I have something I must attend to.”
And so I fly off, spending the rest of the day making Idris more suitable. At the edges of the newfound country, several dozen kilometres away I set up wards.
Wards are designed to keep people and creatures out of an area, or keep them in. These wards are special. They allow any creature or demon to pass through, but bar normal humans from entry. Instead, when a human tries to enter, they are relocated to the other side of the country as if nothing had happened, as if the country didn’t exist.
Moving towards the city I head to the top of the pillar. I set up another ward. This one keeps out demons.
Cog goes silent and listens to it. "What could it mean? Oh, it doesn't matter. Time to put a stop to it." He walks to the city square. "I demand you stop this foolish riot immediately, and I am not afraid to use violence." The tip of his spear glows with radiant energy.
The rioters yell at Cogintius in response.
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*Alright, Faltros will let the swarm keep it for now*
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“Uh... maybe don’t threaten them with violence… that will just make them angrier.”
"I suppose that is a good point."
The rioters charge towards Cog and Phillip.
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Macchino has continued work on his large project; the foundations of a massive building have been laid out, and autognomes are working on it.
Meanwhile, however, Macchino had another project; an improvement to his Ring. The Ring of Light is now a True Artifact, and has gained floating crystals that orbit around it.
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Phillip runs back into the Temple, yelling in terror.
Also now speaking of, just realized Herionidus doesn’t have a true artifact yet.
Herionidus is working at the center of his domain, sewing a ghostly seed that will soon sprout into one of the most powerful objects in existence: the deathbloom.
"I suppose it's too late for them to listen to reason." He begins combating the rioters with his spear.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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“Do you have to kill them? Can’t you just… freeze them or something?” He yells from the top of his lungs to Cog.
Szerucharz suddenly lands amongst the rioters, eyes brimming with hunger as he stares at Cog. He points, then draws his greatknife, licking his sharp teeth.
"I wonder if Herionidus will cook you up real nice for me..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As the Remnants and Initiates continue chanting, a robed figure walks down the central path, chanting a sort of counter melody.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Fine. I can't freeze them-- that's Clepsydris's thing-- but I can keep them from attacking anyone."
He snaps his fingers and a force cage appears around the rioters, locking them in.
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"Szerucharz? What are you doing here? This city is not your domain."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"I haven't seen true violence in decades. To see a god going against mortals... killing them without worry or care... it reminds me of the good old days. I heard them plotting the riot from my cathedral. Conspirators always stay where they think they cannot be heard. Now, tell me, are you going to behave and play nice with the mortals, or should I get my fork ready?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*and I gtg. Night y'all!*
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
*NOOOO bye!*
The robed figure reaches the dias, and the Skald to their left gives them a strange, bladed, hooked implement. The Chosen then begins ascending the stairs up to the top of the dias.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Bye, Gibberty Prime!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Actually, I'm not gonna be here for like half of tomorrow, so I'm gonna void Szerucharz's appearance here so Cog and co can move on without having to wait 'til midday.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Raziel returns to his recently created village. The adamas pillar, more like a tower, standing at over 100 feet, towers over the village. The humans have already made the most of their surroundings.
The village is riddled with canals, similar to Venice, but not suspended upon poles.
It seems more humans have been converted to Nephilim. I search for Jonathan. I find him hard at work on the outskirts of the village, working to expand it.
”Jonathan” I say from behind him. He looks behind him, startled. When he realizes who he is talking to, he kneels,
”Lord Raziel” he says.
I pull him up by his shoulders,
”There is no need to kneel. Now, I have given you this land to work with. What shall you call it?”
Jonathan thinks for a moment,
”We, as a collective, decided to call this village, soon to be city, Alicante and its surrounding lands Idris”
”Idris…a fitting name. You may go back to work. I have something I must attend to.”
And so I fly off, spending the rest of the day making Idris more suitable. At the edges of the newfound country, several dozen kilometres away I set up wards.
Wards are designed to keep people and creatures out of an area, or keep them in. These wards are special. They allow any creature or demon to pass through, but bar normal humans from entry. Instead, when a human tries to enter, they are relocated to the other side of the country as if nothing had happened, as if the country didn’t exist.
Moving towards the city I head to the top of the pillar. I set up another ward. This one keeps out demons.
”I have done all i need…” I say to myself.
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!