(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.
"What is that weapon?"
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Zarznac is in Cog's city, spreading pain and understanding. Citizens and officials who have been "taught" in this way want to stay out of the conflict, avoiding the Godless Ones and their riots entirely.
Zarznac is in Cog's city, spreading pain and understanding. Citizens and officials who have been "taught" in this way want to stay out of the conflict, avoiding the Godless Ones and their riots entirely.
Those who stay out of the way are completely ignored by the marching army. It seems the Godless Ones are doing well on the 'Mortals won't be harmed' thing.
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(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.
"What is that weapon?"
"Just a pistol." He says as he finishes loading it. He spins the cylinder a few times and then slides it back in his holster, "Only a pistol. Do we have an arrangement or not?"
Cogintius, not knowing what a pistol is (they haven't been invented yet), blinks then goes back to business. "What is this favor you request?"
"Heh, you ain't gotta give me anything yet. I just want your word that you'll be willing to pay me back for my efforts." He watches you for a moment, "And I'd be willing to teach you everything you could ever want to know about this pistol of mine in exchange for some power. Like I said, I'm new around here. I could use a little boost."
"Alright. In exchange for your aid, I'll help you in times of need. And as for a potential Mythos, would you consider yourself a god of order or chaos?"
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“There’s a natural order to the chaos of the desert. I appreciate a little law as long as it doesn’t get in the way of my mayhem.” He says in his relaxed tone. He looks out upon the approaching armies, “Awful lot of undead out there. Want me to take out a chunk of them?”
“Out on the desert, the dead don’t last long. Their flesh is used to feed the ants and vultures and their bones crumble under the blazing sun.” He begins to walk away, “I’ll send a few of my angels of death out to deal with them. Should buy you a little time.”
His form becomes much more ragged and the shadows around him become much darker. A heavy rustling, beating sound begins to grow louder.
”Pleasure doing business with you.” With a tip of his hat, Crotalus dissolves into the many forms of a flock of buzzards. They caw and circle into the sky, disappearing in the sun’s light.
*I’ll write about the angels of death when I have the chance*
“Hmmm…they’ve finally made weapons of the adamas…rudimentary ones, but weapons nonetheless. It’s about time.”
As night falls, I watch as a few Shadowhunters on patrol in the plains encounter a demon. It’s a Behemoth. It’s humongous, snail-like body barreling towards the Nephilim. It’s taken down very quickly.
Black dots blink into existence high in the blue sky. They circle each other, and as they do so they grow bigger. At first one might mistake them for vultures but as they draw nearer their true nature becomes clear.
Featherless, red heads with curved ebony beaks stand out against the obsidian feathers of a vulture. Huge wings barely need to flap as the spirits draw near. Two arms ending in rough bird scales are held out from the body and their talons grip silver hand scythes. Lashed around their waists and torsos are the rattling bones of many different creatures. Boar skulls clash against deer antlers and human ribs, and armadillo shells shake with eagle talons and snake fangs. These angels of death have come to bring ruin upon the souls of those who weren't content to remain in the grave.
The desert is honest. Death is ugly.
The buzzard headed spirits scream a gut wrenching, bone breaking, tear drinking, soul shaking scream that draws the attention of all the ghostly horde below them. Without closing their cruel beaks, the scabby, bald headed wraiths vomit up an outpouring of acid. Burning, stinking, acid rains down upon the army, melting not only flesh and bone but also spirit and soul.
*I don't know if I need to be rolling anything or not.*
Hastily, the warlocks try to redirect their shields over the undead section. Around a quarter of the horde dies on the spot, while the others survive mostly untouched.
Faltros looks up. "Does a Will seek to challenge us? Show yourself!"
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"No will but death! The dead are not to traverse the earth! To the grave! To the grave!" scream the harsh voices of the buzzards as they dive down directly into the army. Scythes and talons slice through bone and spirit as acid is sprayed in horrific blasts. The bald heads snap with magnificent force, devouring the walking dead.
"Quiet, you. Whatever god that sent you is a coward, not even fighting me face to face." Faltros activates his flame longsword (think like a lightsaber), and teleports onto the buzzards. He begins stabbing and slicing.
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“My god is gracious. He knows how our stomachs wretch at the sight of the living dead so he gave us this feast.” Whispers a Death Buzzard right before you kill him.
Another larger one swoops in from the sky, vomiting vile bile that burns through the unholy troops. It pulls its plummet up right before crashing into the ground, instead skimming above the heads of the deathly soldiers. Its taloned arms are outstretched, silver sickles flashing in the sunlight. Rocketing towards a wight commanding the troops, it sinks both sickles into its armored chest. Its wings beat heavily and the bones lashed onto its body rattle as it hauls the giant screaming undead into the air and in a clean arc it stuffs the wight into its hooked beak, swallowing it whole.
Several more Death Buzzards flock around Faltros, spraying bile, slashing with sickles and biting with black beaks.
"What is that weapon?"
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Zarznac is in Cog's city, spreading pain and understanding. Citizens and officials who have been "taught" in this way want to stay out of the conflict, avoiding the Godless Ones and their riots entirely.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Those who stay out of the way are completely ignored by the marching army. It seems the Godless Ones are doing well on the 'Mortals won't be harmed' thing.
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"Just a pistol." He says as he finishes loading it. He spins the cylinder a few times and then slides it back in his holster, "Only a pistol. Do we have an arrangement or not?"
Cogintius, not knowing what a pistol is (they haven't been invented yet), blinks then goes back to business. "What is this favor you request?"
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"Heh, you ain't gotta give me anything yet. I just want your word that you'll be willing to pay me back for my efforts." He watches you for a moment, "And I'd be willing to teach you everything you could ever want to know about this pistol of mine in exchange for some power. Like I said, I'm new around here. I could use a little boost."
"Alright. In exchange for your aid, I'll help you in times of need. And as for a potential Mythos, would you consider yourself a god of order or chaos?"
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“There’s a natural order to the chaos of the desert. I appreciate a little law as long as it doesn’t get in the way of my mayhem.” He says in his relaxed tone. He looks out upon the approaching armies, “Awful lot of undead out there. Want me to take out a chunk of them?”
"Hmmmm... You sound more on the side of chaos, a bit of order but not much.
You can try."
The army's are getting closer, and some hear a faint roaring...
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“Out on the desert, the dead don’t last long. Their flesh is used to feed the ants and vultures and their bones crumble under the blazing sun.” He begins to walk away, “I’ll send a few of my angels of death out to deal with them. Should buy you a little time.”
His form becomes much more ragged and the shadows around him become much darker. A heavy rustling, beating sound begins to grow louder.
”Pleasure doing business with you.” With a tip of his hat, Crotalus dissolves into the many forms of a flock of buzzards. They caw and circle into the sky, disappearing in the sun’s light.
*I’ll write about the angels of death when I have the chance*
*Where is the undead portion of the army?*
“Hmmm…they’ve finally made weapons of the adamas…rudimentary ones, but weapons nonetheless. It’s about time.”
As night falls, I watch as a few Shadowhunters on patrol in the plains encounter a demon. It’s a Behemoth. It’s humongous, snail-like body barreling towards the Nephilim. It’s taken down very quickly.
”Good” 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!
*The army is like (from front to back)
Faltros, with the shiny armor and gear and Nightmare horse
The Seventeen
The Godless Ones' troops
Undead
Unknown*
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Black dots blink into existence high in the blue sky. They circle each other, and as they do so they grow bigger. At first one might mistake them for vultures but as they draw nearer their true nature becomes clear.
Featherless, red heads with curved ebony beaks stand out against the obsidian feathers of a vulture. Huge wings barely need to flap as the spirits draw near. Two arms ending in rough bird scales are held out from the body and their talons grip silver hand scythes. Lashed around their waists and torsos are the rattling bones of many different creatures. Boar skulls clash against deer antlers and human ribs, and armadillo shells shake with eagle talons and snake fangs. These angels of death have come to bring ruin upon the souls of those who weren't content to remain in the grave.
The desert is honest. Death is ugly.
The buzzard headed spirits scream a gut wrenching, bone breaking, tear drinking, soul shaking scream that draws the attention of all the ghostly horde below them. Without closing their cruel beaks, the scabby, bald headed wraiths vomit up an outpouring of acid. Burning, stinking, acid rains down upon the army, melting not only flesh and bone but also spirit and soul.
*I don't know if I need to be rolling anything or not.*
Hastily, the warlocks try to redirect their shields over the undead section. Around a quarter of the horde dies on the spot, while the others survive mostly untouched.
Faltros looks up. "Does a Will seek to challenge us? Show yourself!"
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"No will but death! The dead are not to traverse the earth! To the grave! To the grave!" scream the harsh voices of the buzzards as they dive down directly into the army. Scythes and talons slice through bone and spirit as acid is sprayed in horrific blasts. The bald heads snap with magnificent force, devouring the walking dead.
"Quiet, you. Whatever god that sent you is a coward, not even fighting me face to face." Faltros activates his flame longsword (think like a lightsaber), and teleports onto the buzzards. He begins stabbing and slicing.
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“My god is gracious. He knows how our stomachs wretch at the sight of the living dead so he gave us this feast.” Whispers a Death Buzzard right before you kill him.
Another larger one swoops in from the sky, vomiting vile bile that burns through the unholy troops. It pulls its plummet up right before crashing into the ground, instead skimming above the heads of the deathly soldiers. Its taloned arms are outstretched, silver sickles flashing in the sunlight. Rocketing towards a wight commanding the troops, it sinks both sickles into its armored chest. Its wings beat heavily and the bones lashed onto its body rattle as it hauls the giant screaming undead into the air and in a clean arc it stuffs the wight into its hooked beak, swallowing it whole.
Several more Death Buzzards flock around Faltros, spraying bile, slashing with sickles and biting with black beaks.
Macchino has removed his forearms, and replaced them with mechanical prosthetics, similar to the arms of the autognomes.
The Building has expanded to 1,000 square feet, and appears to be the start of a huge Cathedral.
Macchino's mind floods with newfound knowledge, such as the inner workings of firearms, and a way of manufacturing crystals.
His new domain is Knowledge.
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."
A flock of black buzzards blanket a portion of the Cathedral’s roof.