Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
“Thanks!” Balatro looks proud of himself.
"You are dismissed now. I will make the creatures you suggested, as well as my own."
“Well… I kinda had… one more request.”
"And what is that?"
“Well… the Order Mythos has kind of ruined your reputation on the surface. The largest bastion of humanity hates you. But, if you had religious devotees, you’d have even more influence and could lead more precise, underhanded attacks.”
"No. The evil may praise me, and I am fine with that, but my power does not run on followers. All I care about with dealing with mortals is corrupting them to evil, so that when they die they arrive in the underworld. And even then that is not my source of power."
*I never cited the source of Faltros's power points before, tbh. But it can't be people in the underworld since he was gaining power before that.*
“…but it couldn’t hurt, right? A cult devoted to you would bolster your army, and a large army is nice!” Balatro seems to be reaching a bit here.
"Since I have been around for quite a while and I am quite powerful, cults have likely formed to me. However, I couldn't care less about them."
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The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
A few of the rats nod.
“…okay. Sorry about stabbing some of you then, I guess.” She snaps off a twig and hands it to the rats.
They pass the twig to the rest of the swarm and shake their heads. They reach up and out with their tiny hands. They need something bigger.
“Oh. I get it.” She pulls down one of the branches with the yellow buds. “You guys noticed these were magic, right? And you want ‘em?”
They nod, then they start climbing up to a large branch with those yellow buds. Large enough for a person to stand on. They squeak and shriek to draw attention to the branch.
The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
A few of the rats nod.
“…okay. Sorry about stabbing some of you then, I guess.” She snaps off a twig and hands it to the rats.
They pass the twig to the rest of the swarm and shake their heads. They reach up and out with their tiny hands. They need something bigger.
The Emperor touches the bark of the tree, trying to see if he senses anything that these rats might me trying to get.
They seem to just be trying to get a perfect branch, one with no oddities or flaws. They’ve found what they think is a suitable branch, which they are crowding around.
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
“Thanks!” Balatro looks proud of himself.
"You are dismissed now. I will make the creatures you suggested, as well as my own."
“Well… I kinda had… one more request.”
"And what is that?"
“Well… the Order Mythos has kind of ruined your reputation on the surface. The largest bastion of humanity hates you. But, if you had religious devotees, you’d have even more influence and could lead more precise, underhanded attacks.”
"No. The evil may praise me, and I am fine with that, but my power does not run on followers. All I care about with dealing with mortals is corrupting them to evil, so that when they die they arrive in the underworld. And even then that is not my source of power."
*I never cited the source of Faltros's power points before, tbh. But it can't be people in the underworld since he was gaining power before that.*
“…but it couldn’t hurt, right? A cult devoted to you would bolster your army, and a large army is nice!” Balatro seems to be reaching a bit here.
"Since I have been around for quite a while and I am quite powerful, cults have likely formed to me. However, I couldn't care less about them."
“Well that’s what I was getting to. We could make your job a lot easier, not with a cult devoted to YOU, but one to ME. It’d be a lot more unassuming (seeing as very few know about me already) and no one would suspect they were agents of your will (not even themselves) until you take over and use them to defeat mortals who might try and fight back against you or your Tarrasques. Why waste their power or your own?”
The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
A few of the rats nod.
“…okay. Sorry about stabbing some of you then, I guess.” She snaps off a twig and hands it to the rats.
They pass the twig to the rest of the swarm and shake their heads. They reach up and out with their tiny hands. They need something bigger.
The Emperor touches the bark of the tree, trying to see if he senses anything that these rats might me trying to get.
They seem to just be trying to get a perfect branch, one with no oddities or flaws. They’ve found what they think is a suitable branch, which they are crowding around.
“Look, just take it. It’s not that big of a deal.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
A few of the rats nod.
“…okay. Sorry about stabbing some of you then, I guess.” She snaps off a twig and hands it to the rats.
They pass the twig to the rest of the swarm and shake their heads. They reach up and out with their tiny hands. They need something bigger.
The Emperor touches the bark of the tree, trying to see if he senses anything that these rats might me trying to get.
They seem to just be trying to get a perfect branch, one with no oddities or flaws. They’ve found what they think is a suitable branch, which they are crowding around.
“Look, just take it. It’s not that big of a deal.”
They start chewing at the branch’s base with their giant teeth and quickly cut through it. It falls to the ground and they race after it.
The sergeant steps up to the rats. “What do you want, and why should we give it to you?”
The rats try to mime something, sort of like someone sawing something In half. Like a branch. They don’t try to answer the second question.
“Ah. I thought you could speak. So you want some of the wood of this tree?”
A few of the rats nod.
“…okay. Sorry about stabbing some of you then, I guess.” She snaps off a twig and hands it to the rats.
They pass the twig to the rest of the swarm and shake their heads. They reach up and out with their tiny hands. They need something bigger.
“Oh. I get it.” She pulls down one of the branches with the yellow buds. “You guys noticed these were magic, right? And you want ‘em?”
They nod, then they start climbing up to a large branch with those yellow buds. Large enough for a person to stand on. They squeak and shriek to draw attention to the branch.
The sentries move to cut the branch off for the rats.
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
“Thanks!” Balatro looks proud of himself.
"You are dismissed now. I will make the creatures you suggested, as well as my own."
“Well… I kinda had… one more request.”
"And what is that?"
“Well… the Order Mythos has kind of ruined your reputation on the surface. The largest bastion of humanity hates you. But, if you had religious devotees, you’d have even more influence and could lead more precise, underhanded attacks.”
"No. The evil may praise me, and I am fine with that, but my power does not run on followers. All I care about with dealing with mortals is corrupting them to evil, so that when they die they arrive in the underworld. And even then that is not my source of power."
*I never cited the source of Faltros's power points before, tbh. But it can't be people in the underworld since he was gaining power before that.*
“…but it couldn’t hurt, right? A cult devoted to you would bolster your army, and a large army is nice!” Balatro seems to be reaching a bit here.
"Since I have been around for quite a while and I am quite powerful, cults have likely formed to me. However, I couldn't care less about them."
“Well that’s what I was getting to. We could make your job a lot easier, not with a cult devoted to YOU, but one to ME. It’d be a lot more unassuming (seeing as very few know about me already) and no one would suspect they were agents of your will (not even themselves) until you take over and use them to defeat mortals who might try and fight back against your Tarrasques. Why waste their power or your own?”
"In that case, then I believe the infiltrator I mentioned before has already gathered many followers. You may do it in your spare time if you wish, but it is not a top priority for me." The doors for the throne room open. "Dismissed."
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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
Balatro pulls out a pair of reading glasses. “A thing that looks like a bird but has two hands for a beak, and hangs upside down off of doorframes and breaks your neck… a giant spider that can slip through dimensions… and a two-headed dog, but the heads are stacked instead of being next to each other.”
He looks delighted. "These are all splendid! What brilliant ways to spread fear and terror."
“Thanks!” Balatro looks proud of himself.
"You are dismissed now. I will make the creatures you suggested, as well as my own."
“Well… I kinda had… one more request.”
"And what is that?"
“Well… the Order Mythos has kind of ruined your reputation on the surface. The largest bastion of humanity hates you. But, if you had religious devotees, you’d have even more influence and could lead more precise, underhanded attacks.”
"No. The evil may praise me, and I am fine with that, but my power does not run on followers. All I care about with dealing with mortals is corrupting them to evil, so that when they die they arrive in the underworld. And even then that is not my source of power."
*I never cited the source of Faltros's power points before, tbh. But it can't be people in the underworld since he was gaining power before that.*
“…but it couldn’t hurt, right? A cult devoted to you would bolster your army, and a large army is nice!” Balatro seems to be reaching a bit here.
"Since I have been around for quite a while and I am quite powerful, cults have likely formed to me. However, I couldn't care less about them."
“Well that’s what I was getting to. We could make your job a lot easier, not with a cult devoted to YOU, but one to ME. It’d be a lot more unassuming (seeing as very few know about me already) and no one would suspect they were agents of your will (not even themselves) until you take over and use them to defeat mortals who might try and fight back against your Tarrasques. Why waste their power or your own?”
"In that case, then I believe the infiltrator I mentioned before has already gathered many followers. You may do it in your spare time if you wish, but it is not a top priority for me." The doors for the throne room open. "Dismissed."
“O-okay…” He leaves quietly, marinating on this statement. Insight: 7
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Would it be possible to play a non god? Like just some guy*
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*Would it be possible to play a non god? Like just some guy*
*Not sure, but you could just play a god that is just some guy I’d imagine. One of the newer gods is just a bush and I’m currently playing one as an anime character. Lol*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Would it be possible to play a non god? Like just some guy*
*Not sure, but you could just play a god that is just some guy I’d imagine. One of the newer gods is just a bush and I’m currently playing one as an anime character. Lol*
I’m not just a bush, I’m a god that is a bush
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"Since I have been around for quite a while and I am quite powerful, cults have likely formed to me. However, I couldn't care less about 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.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
They nod, then they start climbing up to a large branch with those yellow buds. Large enough for a person to stand on. They squeak and shriek to draw attention to the branch.
They seem to just be trying to get a perfect branch, one with no oddities or flaws. They’ve found what they think is a suitable branch, which they are crowding around.
“Well that’s what I was getting to. We could make your job a lot easier, not with a cult devoted to YOU, but one to ME. It’d be a lot more unassuming (seeing as very few know about me already) and no one would suspect they were agents of your will (not even themselves) until you take over and use them to defeat mortals who might try and fight back against you or your Tarrasques. Why waste their power or your own?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Look, just take it. It’s not that big of a deal.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They start chewing at the branch’s base with their giant teeth and quickly cut through it. It falls to the ground and they race after it.
The sentries move to cut the branch off for the rats.
Attack: 17 Damage: 3
Attack: 10 Damage: 4
Attack: 11 Damage: 9
Attack: 22 Damage: 4
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"In that case, then I believe the infiltrator I mentioned before has already gathered many followers. You may do it in your spare time if you wish, but it is not a top priority for me." The doors for the throne room open. "Dismissed."
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
“O-okay…” He leaves quietly, marinating on this statement. Insight: 7
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Emperor catches it, before turning to the sentries and bowing. “Thank you…”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Hey, wait. Can you hold on for just a second?” The sergeant asks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The rats, which were just about to scurry away, pause.
The sentries move a slight distance away and begin discussing something quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Two rats scurry towards them to pick up on the conversation.
Zeon waits, looking at the branch in its hand.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Would it be possible to play a non god? Like just some guy*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Not sure, but you could just play a god that is just some guy I’d imagine. One of the newer gods is just a bush and I’m currently playing one as an anime character. Lol*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*yea*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*yes indeed!*
I’m not just a bush, I’m a god that is a bush