in a dark corner of the world... a secret garden is slowly transformed from a natural ecosystem into a fabricated tangle of metal and ichor. the source of the change is a cocoon made from a fine metal, filled with glistening, sentient oily ichor.
soon after the garden is fully transformed, the cocoon is ready to release its inhabitant. the sound of metal groaning and grinding fills the air as something claws out of the incubator. a feminine figure wrought out of a pure white metal and filled with blood red oil soon stands alone in the tangled garden of metal.
this is Faith, Great One of Order, Creator of Necroxia.
*Is this her?*
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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.
Herionidus is sleeping in the branches of his red fruit tree, which has grown quite massive.
He gets a psychic ping, alerting him to another Greater Will entering his domain. Before he has time to process this, he hears someone picking a fruit from his tree.
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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.
Herionidus is sleeping in the branches of his red fruit tree, which has grown quite massive.
He gets a psychic ping, alerting him to another Greater Will entering his domain. Before he has time to process this, he hears someone picking a fruit from his tree.
Herionidus wakes up to see what just picked a fruit, not particularly concerned. He looks tired, and he’s smiling.
Herionidus is sleeping in the branches of his red fruit tree, which has grown quite massive.
He gets a psychic ping, alerting him to another Greater Will entering his domain. Before he has time to process this, he hears someone picking a fruit from his tree.
Herionidus wakes up to see what just picked a fruit, not particularly concerned. He looks tired, and he’s smiling.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
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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.
Herionidus is sleeping in the branches of his red fruit tree, which has grown quite massive.
He gets a psychic ping, alerting him to another Greater Will entering his domain. Before he has time to process this, he hears someone picking a fruit from his tree.
Herionidus wakes up to see what just picked a fruit, not particularly concerned. He looks tired, and he’s smiling.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
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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.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
he yawns.
”Where are ya from?”
"The Gourmet Nightmare. There, I am a god of sweets. In the Nightmare, food contains not just normal flavors, but the thoughts of those who created them. Monsters born of a tortured psyche, springs of drinks found nowhere else in the world, and fruits that look almost exactly like these ones, and they all taste delicious. The fruits actually drew me here. Such sweets must have come from a god."
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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.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
he yawns.
”Where are ya from?”
"The Gourmet Nightmare. There, I am a god of sweets. In the Nightmare, food contains not just normal flavors, but the thoughts of those who created them. Monsters born of a tortured psyche, springs of drinks found nowhere else in the world, and fruits that look almost exactly like these ones, and they all taste delicious. The fruits actually drew me here. Such sweets must have come from a god."
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
he yawns.
”Where are ya from?”
"The Gourmet Nightmare. There, I am a god of sweets. In the Nightmare, food contains not just normal flavors, but the thoughts of those who created them. Monsters born of a tortured psyche, springs of drinks found nowhere else in the world, and fruits that look almost exactly like these ones, and they all taste delicious. The fruits actually drew me here. Such sweets must have come from a god."
“Actually, they did. I’m the god that made them.”
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
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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.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
he yawns.
”Where are ya from?”
"The Gourmet Nightmare. There, I am a god of sweets. In the Nightmare, food contains not just normal flavors, but the thoughts of those who created them. Monsters born of a tortured psyche, springs of drinks found nowhere else in the world, and fruits that look almost exactly like these ones, and they all taste delicious. The fruits actually drew me here. Such sweets must have come from a god."
“Actually, they did. I’m the god that made them.”
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
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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.
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
“Oh yeah, sorry. My name is Herionidus.”
"A nice name. The name my followers gave me wasn't so nice, but it stuck like a fly in honey. Speaking of which, bees. Have bees been invented yet? If not, I would gladly give you some. Give some use to those flowers that I've been seeing around here."
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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.
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
“Oh yeah, sorry. My name is Herionidus.”
"A nice name. The name my followers gave me wasn't so nice, but it stuck like a fly in honey. Speaking of which, bees. Have bees been invented yet? If not, I would gladly give you some. Give some use to those flowers that I've been seeing around here."
“I actually don’t think so, that would be great! Bees make honey, right?”
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
“Oh yeah, sorry. My name is Herionidus.”
"A nice name. The name my followers gave me wasn't so nice, but it stuck like a fly in honey. Speaking of which, bees. Have bees been invented yet? If not, I would gladly give you some. Give some use to those flowers that I've been seeing around here."
“I actually don’t think so, that would be great! Bees make honey, right?”
"Indubitably. They also make plants spread faster, much like bats or hummingbirds."
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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.
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
“Oh yeah, sorry. My name is Herionidus.”
"A nice name. The name my followers gave me wasn't so nice, but it stuck like a fly in honey. Speaking of which, bees. Have bees been invented yet? If not, I would gladly give you some. Give some use to those flowers that I've been seeing around here."
“I actually don’t think so, that would be great! Bees make honey, right?”
"Indubitably. They also make plants spread faster, much like bats or hummingbirds."
“Well that would be amazing! Thank you in advance.”
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*Is this her?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zd'Griusta is lying unconscious at the foot of a large tree. Rivulets of corruption run up its roots.
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 sleeping in the branches of his red fruit tree, which has grown quite massive.
He gets a psychic ping, alerting him to another Greater Will entering his domain. Before he has time to process this, he hears someone picking a fruit from his tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Herionidus wakes up to see what just picked a fruit, not particularly concerned. He looks tired, and he’s smiling.
He sees some sort of hunched-over being with pink, sticky skin. It is dressed in an old, brown, threadbare suit. The whole creature looks partially melted.
(design may change in the future)
Rottentooth, Fear domain Great One, Level One
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The creature looks up, its glassy red eyes flisking about wildly before finally resting on Herionidus.
"Eck. Is this your tree, sir? I did not mean to trespass. I am the Rottentooth. I'm... not from here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Herionidus sits up, rubbing his eyes.
”this is my tree. If ya want, you can have one of the fruits. They’re really good.”
he yawns.
”Where are ya from?”
"The Gourmet Nightmare. There, I am a god of sweets. In the Nightmare, food contains not just normal flavors, but the thoughts of those who created them. Monsters born of a tortured psyche, springs of drinks found nowhere else in the world, and fruits that look almost exactly like these ones, and they all taste delicious. The fruits actually drew me here. Such sweets must have come from a god."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Actually, they did. I’m the god that made them.”
"Ah, and a creative one at that. I hadn't seen fruits such as these before, so wonderful, yes, wonderful as these, and that's what tipped me off that there was someone to meet here. Someone with a style I could get behind. However, just looking at fruit created by someone doesn't immediately tell you everything about them. I'd like us to get to know each other. At your pace, of course."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Alright, what would you like to know?”
"Well, first I think an introduction would be helpful. A name, perhaps. Gods in this world have names, I think."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh yeah, sorry. My name is Herionidus.”
"A nice name. The name my followers gave me wasn't so nice, but it stuck like a fly in honey. Speaking of which, bees. Have bees been invented yet? If not, I would gladly give you some. Give some use to those flowers that I've been seeing around here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I actually don’t think so, that would be great! Bees make honey, right?”
"Indubitably. They also make plants spread faster, much like bats or hummingbirds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well that would be amazing! Thank you in advance.”