He lets out a low whistle, “That’s quite a lot. I don’t know if I could stand having that many folks around here. I am a little power starved because of lack of worshipers though. I’m mostly sustained by the praise of the rattlesnakes and the prayers of the vultures before they begin their meals.”
The god with a longhorn skull for a head is gliding through his desert, carried on the wings of a sandstorm.
He sees a giant army moving towards a city.
In said city...
Most mortals followed Faltros's orders. They're running in panic back to their homes. Some stay behind to defend the T.O.M (which the army is marching towards) or even join in. The city is huge, but eventually the forces will get there.
Cogintius is still strategizing with his elders.
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and frying them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
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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
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
"Yes, probably why they named themselves 'The Godless Ones'. If you're a god they're gonna come after you too, they're just attacking me for this particular siege."
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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
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
"Yes, probably why they named themselves 'The Godless Ones'. If you're a god they're gonna come after you too, they're just attacking me for this particular siege."
"I'd like to see an army try to march through my domain." He says with two rattling diamondbacks entwined around his crossed arms, "However, I don't want any of my new friends to get hurt, so I'd be willing to lend you some aid if you need it."
(Music) The Gloaming Kingdom's borders begin to spread as Zarznac ascends above it. His feathers have eyes on them, like a peacock's, and they fluff out, making him seem larger and more dangerous. In the dead of the night, he raises his claws, and the barbed wire around his body lifts off... and coils around the moon, like a crown of iron thorns. The moon turns red as the light of Consequence pours down, infecting the minds of dreamers.
Those who sleep will dream. And they will learn. And they will comprehend. Monsters will roam the night, born of fears and reproducing through nightmares. Nights shall grow long and dark, and grant cover for the weak, broken, and befouled.
Zarznac, Elder Evil of Sympathy Twilight, Shadow, Fear, Strife, and Knowledge domains. 270,000 followers
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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.
*oh no if Cog dies then he can’t make the superstructure*
Phillip, and a small group of around a hundred individuals have fled the city with some building materials, rations, and tents and are heading towards the river of Herionidus.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
"Yes, probably why they named themselves 'The Godless Ones'. If you're a god they're gonna come after you too, they're just attacking me for this particular siege."
"I'd like to see an army try to march through my domain." He says with two rattling diamondbacks entwined around his crossed arms, "However, I don't want any of my new friends to get hurt, so I'd be willing to lend you some aid if you need it."
"Thank you. We're trying to figure out our battle plan as of now. Through the city is only a mile journey for them, so we must be swift."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
(Music) The Gloaming Kingdom's borders begin to spread as Zarznac ascends above it. His feathers have eyes on them, like a peacock's, and they fluff out, making him seem larger and more dangerous. In the dead of the night, he raises his claws, and the barbed wire around his body lifts off... and coils around the moon, like a crown of iron thorns. The moon turns red as the light of Consequence pours down, infecting the minds of dreamers.
Those who sleep will dream. And they will learn. And they will comprehend. Monsters will roam the night, born of fears and reproducing through nightmares. Nights shall grow long and dark, and grant cover for the weak, broken, and befouled.
Zarznac, Elder Evil of Sympathy Twilight, Shadow, Fear, Strife, and Knowledge domains. 270,000 followers
*Can't really RP with Zarznac since both Faltros and Cog are occupied, but that's epic*
*oh no if Cog dies then he can’t make the superstructure*
Phillip, and a small group of around a hundred individuals have fled the city with some building materials, rations, and tents and are heading towards the river of Herionidus.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
*After the battle Cogintius will probably come and help*
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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
*oh no if Cog dies then he can’t make the superstructure*
Phillip, and a small group of around a hundred individuals have fled the city with some building materials, rations, and tents and are heading towards the river of Herionidus.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
Macchino teleports behind Phillip.
"Watcha makin'?"
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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.
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and guarding them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
"Yes, probably why they named themselves 'The Godless Ones'. If you're a god they're gonna come after you too, they're just attacking me for this particular siege."
"I'd like to see an army try to march through my domain." He says with two rattling diamondbacks entwined around his crossed arms, "However, I don't want any of my new friends to get hurt, so I'd be willing to lend you some aid if you need it."
"Thank you. We're trying to figure out our battle plan as of now. Through the city is only a mile journey for them, so we must be swift."
“Mind you, my aid will be a little costly. I’ll be expecting you to return the favor at a later date.” He pulls a Sun-gold revolver out and checks bullets.
He lets out a low whistle, “That’s quite a lot. I don’t know if I could stand having that many folks around here. I am a little power starved because of lack of worshipers though. I’m mostly sustained by the praise of the rattlesnakes and the prayers of the vultures before they begin their meals.”
*I have to go. Thanks for roleplaying.*
The army is still advancing towards the city. The shape is the distance is getting bigger...
Cogintius is strategizing on what to do with the elders. They are using battle maps and have little squares to symbolize the Godless One's army.
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 god with a longhorn skull for a head is gliding through his desert, carried on the wings of a sandstorm.
He sees a giant army moving towards a city.
In said city...
Most mortals followed Faltros's orders. They're running in panic back to their homes. Some stay behind to defend the T.O.M (which the army is marching towards) or even join in. The city is huge, but eventually the forces will get there.
Cogintius is still strategizing with his elders.
(Elder 2) "Why don't you just blast them to bits, Cog? Or turn them into those mouth things?"
(Cog) "It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid. Those Warlocks have a shield that guards them from me waving my hand and frying them. It shields the rest of them, too."
(Elder 1) "We can't fight them head on, what do we do?"
(Cog) "I don't know. (He sighs) It's partly my fault for putting too much faith in my wards."
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
"Well, what do you know? A god with too much faith." drawls an unfamiliar voice.
In saunters a tall, stick thin deity. His sandy colored poncho flutters in the wind and his skeletal thumbs are tucked into his snake skin belt. Silver spurs flash at the heels of his boots and a cowboy hat is perched atop his stark white longhorn skull.
"Who are you?" Cogintius sounds hopeful.
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
Herionidus is gardening.
"You can call me Crotalus." He says with a tip of his hat, "You probably ain't ever heard of me. I don't leave my neck of the woods too often." His shadowy, jagged eyesockets stare at you, "From the look of it, you got quite the problem on your hands."
"Yes, an army is fast approaching from a cult called the Godless Ones. (If you want a description of the army, it's at most a few pages back I thinkThey seem to topple us from our thrones! They wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for their Greater Will patrons supporting their rebellion."
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 Rite has ended, but the Chosen remains submerged in guts...
Macchino is helping the autognomes build a windmill.
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."
"What a shame." He says as he leans against a wall, "Why are they coming after you? Do they have some sort of vendetta against the gods?"
"Yes, probably why they named themselves 'The Godless Ones'. If you're a god they're gonna come after you too, they're just attacking me for this particular siege."
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
*I'm giving Szerucharz's position as Overgod to Zarznac, if no one has any major objections.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'd like to see an army try to march through my domain." He says with two rattling diamondbacks entwined around his crossed arms, "However, I don't want any of my new friends to get hurt, so I'd be willing to lend you some aid if you need it."
(Music)
The Gloaming Kingdom's borders begin to spread as Zarznac ascends above it. His feathers have eyes on them, like a peacock's, and they fluff out, making him seem larger and more dangerous. In the dead of the night, he raises his claws, and the barbed wire around his body lifts off... and coils around the moon, like a crown of iron thorns. The moon turns red as the light of Consequence pours down, infecting the minds of dreamers.
Those who sleep will dream. And they will learn. And they will comprehend. Monsters will roam the night, born of fears and reproducing through nightmares. Nights shall grow long and dark, and grant cover for the weak, broken, and befouled.
Zarznac, Elder Evil of Sympathy
Twilight, Shadow, Fear, Strife, and Knowledge domains.
270,000 followers
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Just so everyone is aware, Arch has given permission for me to do this. We are collaborating :)*
The hundred have set up a few wooden huts around the river, with Philip spending most of his time in a large tent working with a group of other workers, using homemade unidentifiable mechanical parts to begin constructing something. He really wishes he could've had the help of Coginitus, but decides to at least begin the project without him...
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Thank you. We're trying to figure out our battle plan as of now. Through the city is only a mile journey for them, so we must be swift."
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
*Can't really RP with Zarznac since both Faltros and Cog are occupied, but that's epic*
*After the battle Cogintius will probably come and help*
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
Macchino teleports behind Phillip.
"Watcha makin'?"
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."
“Mind you, my aid will be a little costly. I’ll be expecting you to return the favor at a later date.” He pulls a Sun-gold revolver out and checks bullets.