"Ha! Careful who you say that to here. Folks can be a little too trigger happy." He pulls aside his poncho to reveal his revolver, "I was wondering what the situation was with all the Mythoi. I'd like to understand who is working with who."
"My understanding is... limited. I have only recently been able to leave the Gloaming Princedom. I am in a Mythos with my brother, Tarcza. Beyond that, I do not know."
"Hm. Well thank you. I'm just trying to figure out the politics to make sure I don't anger anybody by accident."
"I've chosen to avoid politics as much as possible. If it doesn't affect me, I tend to stay away. I'm more interested in mortal affairs than godly ones."
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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.
"Ha! Careful who you say that to here. Folks can be a little too trigger happy." He pulls aside his poncho to reveal his revolver, "I was wondering what the situation was with all the Mythoi. I'd like to understand who is working with who."
"My understanding is... limited. I have only recently been able to leave the Gloaming Princedom. I am in a Mythos with my brother, Tarcza. Beyond that, I do not know."
"Hm. Well thank you. I'm just trying to figure out the politics to make sure I don't anger anybody by accident."
"I've chosen to avoid politics as much as possible. If it doesn't affect me, I tend to stay away. I'm more interested in mortal affairs than godly ones."
"Sounds like a good stance to take. I'm pretty happy here in my domain. I don't intend to venture outside of it much."
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
"Bones can feed my hounds and they give structure and strength. Bones don't rust and grind together out under the hot sun and when splashed with sand, at least not when wrapped in flesh. Bones are filled with marrow, and delicious tree for my angels and my insects."
"Bones are not sufficient sustenance for hounds, are weaker than the Steel and Damascus of my limbs, and my Machines never rust nor grind, for they are Pure. I care little for your angels and insects."
"Bones heal when shattered. Bones are built with soul and spirit. My angels and insects would care for your machines. They'd use them as homes and shelter long after they broke down."
"Perhaps. Farewell."
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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.
“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.
"Is there no end to these foul poultry! Begone! I'll have your sender's head!" He snarls as he blasts rays of flame at the Death Buzzards.
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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
"Ha! Careful who you say that to here. Folks can be a little too trigger happy." He pulls aside his poncho to reveal his revolver, "I was wondering what the situation was with all the Mythoi. I'd like to understand who is working with who."
"My understanding is... limited. I have only recently been able to leave the Gloaming Princedom. I am in a Mythos with my brother, Tarcza. Beyond that, I do not know."
"Hm. Well thank you. I'm just trying to figure out the politics to make sure I don't anger anybody by accident."
"I've chosen to avoid politics as much as possible. If it doesn't affect me, I tend to stay away. I'm more interested in mortal affairs than godly ones."
"Sounds like a good stance to take. I'm pretty happy here in my domain. I don't intend to venture outside of it much."
"I wish I could do the same, but as an Overgod I have duties to fulfill."
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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.
"Please keep your birds off of my Grand Workshop and the Cathedral. Their flesh is... Impure. It disgusts me."
"Probably should disgust you. They're not the cleanest beauties." He laughs a rattling laugh, "But if you don't want my angels near you I'll make sure they keep their distance."
"Thank you. I hold only disdain for the impurity of flesh, for what could be more pure than the Machine?"
He's silent as sand for a second and then he speaks, "What about bone? The left behind remains of the dead, cleansed by the angels of death and left like gems among the sands and grasses. Surely a skeleton is more pure than a hunk of conveniently placed metal bits?"
"Ha! Not likely. A machine is much more than the sun of its parts, whereas bone lacks even the mobility of flesh. Though I suppose it can have its uses, when sufficiently shaped, and added to a machine."
"Bones can feed my hounds and they give structure and strength. Bones don't rust and grind together out under the hot sun and when splashed with sand, at least not when wrapped in flesh. Bones are filled with marrow, and delicious tree for my angels and my insects."
"Bones are not sufficient sustenance for hounds, are weaker than the Steel and Damascus of my limbs, and my Machines never rust nor grind, for they are Pure. I care little for your angels and insects."
"Bones heal when shattered. Bones are built with soul and spirit. My angels and insects would care for your machines. They'd use them as homes and shelter long after they broke down."
"Perhaps. Farewell."
He tips his hat as his shape becomes darker and more ragged, "Guess I better absquatulate." He falls apart into a flock of vultures who beat their heavy wings and climb into the sky where they soon disappear.
“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.
"Is there no end to these foul poultry! Begone! I'll have your sender's head!" He snarls as he blasts rays of flame at the Death Buzzards.
The flame hurts them, but not as much as you would have thought. In fact, the heat seems to invigorate their attack. "Death burns!"
By now only a few more are left around Faltros, ripping and slashing at him with their sickles and snapping with their beaks in a whirlwind of destruction.
Cog hears a rattling sound and a voice hisses in his ear, "What are you waiting for? The warlocks have moved their shields, their commander is occupied, and their troops are in shock and disarray. Will there be a better time to strike?"
The Swarm has figured out a very pleasing combination of an owl and a bear: the head and feathers of the former on the body of the latter. They have named it... the Owlbear.
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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.
"I wish I could do the same, but as an Overgod I have duties to fulfill."
"Come on down to the desert if you ever need to rest. I'm sure the thorns, venom, and heat would be quite relaxing. The mortals come to me for peace, solitude and hardship all the time."
“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.
"Is there no end to these foul poultry! Begone! I'll have your sender's head!" He snarls as he blasts rays of flame at the Death Buzzards.
The flame hurts them, but not as much as you would have thought. In fact, the heat seems to invigorate their attack. "Death burns!"
By now only a few more are left around Faltros, ripping and slashing at him with their sickles and snapping with their beaks in a whirlwind of destruction.
Cog hears a rattling sound and a voice hisses in his ear, "What are you waiting for? The warlocks have moved their shields, their commander is occupied, and their troops are in shock and disarray. Will there be a better time to strike?"
(Cog) "Of course! Thank you for distracting them!" He teleports in front of them and prepares to fire a blast of light, but something distracts him...
A big red shape appears, roaring and flying with pure menace. It's wings beat with great force, breathong fire as it sails the sky. The dragon flys towards the T.O.M. Cogintius looks torn-- go to protect the temple or face the army?
Faltros sees the dragon, then sees Cogintius. "So, old man, you seek to face us when our backs are turned? The cowards approach." He finishes slashing up the remaining Death Buzzards. "SEVENTEEN! REDIRECT YOUR SHIELDS!" The warlocks follow their commands as Faltros teleports back onto his nightmare mount.
From the T.O.M, Cogintius sees one of the elders of the city charging at the dragon in a desperate attempt to protect the temple, the heart of the city. The beast tosses him aside like a toy, and the elder is killed. Cogintius makes the choice to stop the dragon, and teleports back to the T.O.M, but not before creating a giant wall of force that will cause the army to have to take a different, longer route.
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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
I declare war on the scoundrels of Kilashi of the Sun
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
I declare war on the scoundrels of Kilashi of the Sun
*(Confusion noises) Who are those?*
Cogintius is fending off the dragon at the T.O.M. It's strong, and keeps nimbly dodging the rays of light and getting closer and closer. Eventually, he fires a beam that disintegrates it and goes to try to help the elder it killed. His face looks grim.
Faltros and his army of Godless Ones are taking a detour thanks to Cog's wall of force. They have disturbed a crowd of mortals and are trying their best not to injure them.
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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
*somebody who is apparently "scary" enough to force Wendigo away from the threads*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
"I've chosen to avoid politics as much as possible. If it doesn't affect me, I tend to stay away. I'm more interested in mortal affairs than godly ones."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think either Dutch's red-eyed man or The Swarm would be the next Overgod that case.*
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."
"Sounds like a good stance to take. I'm pretty happy here in my domain. I don't intend to venture outside of it much."
"Perhaps. Farewell."
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."
"Is there no end to these foul poultry! Begone! I'll have your sender's head!" He snarls as he blasts rays of flame at the Death Buzzards.
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 wish I could do the same, but as an Overgod I have duties to fulfill."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tips his hat as his shape becomes darker and more ragged, "Guess I better absquatulate." He falls apart into a flock of vultures who beat their heavy wings and climb into the sky where they soon disappear.
The flame hurts them, but not as much as you would have thought. In fact, the heat seems to invigorate their attack. "Death burns!"
By now only a few more are left around Faltros, ripping and slashing at him with their sickles and snapping with their beaks in a whirlwind of destruction.
Cog hears a rattling sound and a voice hisses in his ear, "What are you waiting for? The warlocks have moved their shields, their commander is occupied, and their troops are in shock and disarray. Will there be a better time to strike?"
The Swarm has figured out a very pleasing combination of an owl and a bear: the head and feathers of the former on the body of the latter. They have named it... the Owlbear.
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."
"Come on down to the desert if you ever need to rest. I'm sure the thorns, venom, and heat would be quite relaxing. The mortals come to me for peace, solitude and hardship all the time."
(Cog) "Of course! Thank you for distracting them!" He teleports in front of them and prepares to fire a blast of light, but something distracts him...
A big red shape appears, roaring and flying with pure menace. It's wings beat with great force, breathong fire as it sails the sky. The dragon flys towards the T.O.M. Cogintius looks torn-- go to protect the temple or face the army?
Faltros sees the dragon, then sees Cogintius. "So, old man, you seek to face us when our backs are turned? The cowards approach." He finishes slashing up the remaining Death Buzzards. "SEVENTEEN! REDIRECT YOUR SHIELDS!" The warlocks follow their commands as Faltros teleports back onto his nightmare mount.
From the T.O.M, Cogintius sees one of the elders of the city charging at the dragon in a desperate attempt to protect the temple, the heart of the city. The beast tosses him aside like a toy, and the elder is killed. Cogintius makes the choice to stop the dragon, and teleports back to the T.O.M, but not before creating a giant wall of force that will cause the army to have to take a different, longer route.
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 dead forms of the Death Buzzards lie strewn across the battlefield.
The rattling ceases and Cogintius hears the voice hiss, "You're on your own now. Remember your oath." And it's gone.
I declare war on the scoundrels of Kilashi of the Sun
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*Okay, calm down, he hasn't even introed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*fineeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*(Confusion noises) Who are those?*
Cogintius is fending off the dragon at the T.O.M. It's strong, and keeps nimbly dodging the rays of light and getting closer and closer. Eventually, he fires a beam that disintegrates it and goes to try to help the elder it killed. His face looks grim.
Faltros and his army of Godless Ones are taking a detour thanks to Cog's wall of force. They have disturbed a crowd of mortals and are trying their best not to injure them.
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
*somebody who is apparently "scary" enough to force Wendigo away from the threads*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*It is a bad idea to take out your anger on them through roleplay. Don't let outside drama affect any of your character's interactions.*
*Thank you, Dark!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Herionidus is throwing a party.
Tarcza is crafting something.