Visk has picked up some of the Herionidians that still in the Valley. Some of the stronger ones walk along side him as those less well off ride on his back, neck, and tail. The music surrounding him is calming and pleasant, and his scales showcase a warm display of pastel hues. Flowers bloom where he walks, leaving behind a trail.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Happy Chaos is waiting patiently for Cogin in the T.O.M. He is sitting in a well made plush chair, a slight rage coming off of him, though it is nothing major.
Old man Yamamoto is walking through the underworld, looking for powerful people.
*Currently have an insanely bugged app, so half on here and half filling a bug report.*
Cogintius walks down, sees Happy Chaos and sighs. "What are you doing here?"
Faltros is currently not in the underworld.
He pulls out his revolver and begins to dismantle it “Coward.” He takes the pieces and puts them on a table he makes, his voice and very movements cold.
"What do you mean coward? You cannot come into my home just to insult me."
“I don’t care what you tell me I can’t do. You did close to nothing in a fight with an opponent you could have beaten and then proceeded to run. I have no respect for a coward.”
"What do you mean, close to nothing? Do you know how much power I put into there? I care nothing about respect from you."
"Ah you put so much power. Tell me how many people you defeated, because I can say with complete certainty I defeated more."
"Kills does not mean power. You took on the weaker ones, I took on Faltros, who is on a near equal level of strength as me. If I let you fight him, you would be dead in an instant. And either way, Crotalus didn't seem to be there."
"Sorry you mean I BEAT the weaker ones and you LOST to Faltros and ran. You are truly a coward, for someone who is so powerful you lost to someone weaker. Tell me, what example does that show for every other greater will, and the safety of this city?"
"It was less of an even match for you. Who helped you to survive? Fighting further was pointless, as my target wasn't there, so I fled. I will do things my way, and you will not push me around. Now, get out."
"Yes it was less than an even match. Their combine power was greater than mine. I will not be pushed around any further either." He puts his revolver back together and shakes his head "I don't know why we fight so often. We fought together, we need to be more mature."
"Leave this city. Find some other Will to be a nuisance to. You are trespassing upon the property of the Mythos of Order, and I tolerate it no longer."
"Where have I heard that one before?" He says sarcastically "I don't care about your threats anymore."
"You have made nothing of your own, instead leeching off of other's annoyance to keep you entertained. If you stand for nothing, what will you fall for?" His spear lights up.
“I stand for the people, I fought for the people. I stood before a threat that defeated you. I don’t care about anything you say, you don’t scare me anymore.”
"You are a hindrance to me helping the people. Faltros did nothing to you, because I was the one who held him off. This is your last warning before you become vaporized." He points the spear at Happy.
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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
*Cut for Gib.* He looks up from his revolver, putting it down on the table he made, his eyes full of cold resolve and his voice so frigid it could give someone chills “Do it then. You can’t threaten without the will to back it up. So do it, after all, history has its eyes on you.”
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
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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.
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
*Indeed it is*
*In addition, greetings and salutations. I am uncertain as to whether we have been properly introduced.*
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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.
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
*Indeed it is*
*In addition, greetings and salutations. I am uncertain as to whether we have been properly introduced.*
*No, I’m newer so I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you. I’ve been reading through the thread however, in preparation for my 5th Greater Will. So I’m excited to see your Swarm in action, as well as Macchino if I’m guessing the other side of this war correctly*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
*Indeed it is*
*In addition, greetings and salutations. I am uncertain as to whether we have been properly introduced.*
*No, I’m newer so I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you. I’ve been reading through the thread however, in preparation for my 5th Greater Will. So I’m excited to see your Swarm in action, as well as Macchino if I’m guessing the other side of this war correctly*
*Mayhaps you have, though I think I'll wait to reveal it.*
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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.
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
*Indeed it is*
*In addition, greetings and salutations. I am uncertain as to whether we have been properly introduced.*
*No, I’m newer so I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you. I’ve been reading through the thread however, in preparation for my 5th Greater Will. So I’m excited to see your Swarm in action, as well as Macchino if I’m guessing the other side of this war correctly*
*Mayhaps you have, though I think I'll wait to reveal it.*
*Can’t wait*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk is currently being followed by a group of Herionidians who are enjoying his music and comforting presence, several of the young, elderly, and weak riding on his back, neck, and tail.
Xezithic is resting in his lair while his two aspects wait for the rats' decision.
Hidden from view within Xezithic's terrible storm that surrounds the Fundamental Isles stands a colossal temple-like building made from some sort of jet black stone, adorn with strange and alien runestones no being can read. Strange little wisps seem to phase in and out of the building. There is a massive pair of double doors that are currently closed, with a symbol of a closed tome with both sides bound with a border as if meant to signify that it can't be opened. On the cover of this book is a swirling black hole sucking in various symbols and glyphs that are unreadable, with white void like eye staring out from it's center.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Cut for Gib.* He looks up from his revolver, putting it down on the table he made, his eyes full of cold resolve and his voice so frigid it could give someone chills “Do it then. You can’t threaten without the will to back it up. So do it, after all, history has its eyes on you.”
*Now to test Cogin’s morality.*
*AGH I GOT COUNTER-HAMILTON'ED NOOOOOO (explodes)*
The spear glows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until it looks like a nebula. So easy.to wipe him off of the face of the world, he thinks. Then, the light dims, and he puts down the spear. "I could easily kill you. But I won't. I realize now that is infighting is a waste of energy and power, and I am not throwing away my shot to kill Faltros." The spear vanishes. "It seems you refuse to let me be, so I will work with you for the time being. However, I have a few terms. First, if I tell you to do something, you will do it. I will be the one in command, as I am older and more experienced. Second, while on the mission, do not bother me. Third, when the threat is gone we will part ways once and for all. Understood?"
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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
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
*Since I last have seen my son!
And hi!*
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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
Resting on a floating isle, hidden by a tumultuous storm of elemental chaos, the Black Temple stands ominously. If any soul could dare venture past the intimidating black doors, they would be greeted by an unfathomable expansive Library bathed in shadow and black stone, with only torches, floating candles, and elegant chandleries aglow with pure white flames illuminating the space.
The shelves are filled with books of every style, every subject, every language, from the most mundane to the truly macabre, dangerous, secretive….forbidden. Not only full books, but missives, scrolls, diaries, journals, notes, sketches, magic tomes, maps, digraphs, blueprints, legal and royal documentations, and all other manner of writing seems to be scattered about…as if anything that has ever been written, ever spoken, ever thought is documented here. All informations both insignificant and immeasurable seems to be hidden within the ever expanded aisle of this place.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The once empty beach where Caliburn first appeared in this world is now populated. Carved into a sheer rock face is a cave. In this cave, the Black Chains Guild lies. A guild of thieves, pirates, assassins and mercenaries. All with the goal of getting rich. In the very center of the cave, sitting on a mat is a the patron of all criminals. Caliburn
*Cut for Gib.* He looks up from his revolver, putting it down on the table he made, his eyes full of cold resolve and his voice so frigid it could give someone chills “Do it then. You can’t threaten without the will to back it up. So do it, after all, history has its eyes on you.”
*Now to test Cogin’s morality.*
*AGH I GOT COUNTER-HAMILTON'ED NOOOOOO (explodes)*
The spear glows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until it looks like a nebula. So easy.to wipe him off of the face of the world, he thinks. Then, the light dims, and he puts down the spear. "I could easily kill you. But I won't. I realize now that is infighting is a waste of energy and power, and I am not throwing away my shot to kill Faltros." The spear vanishes. "It seems you refuse to let me be, so I will work with you for the time being. However, I have a few terms. First, if I tell you to do something, you will do it. I will be the one in command, as I am older and more experienced. Second, while on the mission, do not bother me. Third, when the threat is gone we will part ways once and for all. Understood?"
Happy Chaos grins, finally going back to his usual self “Understood. It will be a pleasure to work with you without you being so reluctant. I’m ’happy’ to be your right hand man.” He puts up his revolver and holsters it “If we are going to be parting ways I should deconstruct my tower.” *You thought I wouldn’t catch the counter counter Hamilton*
*I’m about halfway done going through this thread. It’s been really fun to read but also quite a slog to parcel through*
*what was your favorite thing that happened so far? I mean, a lot of stuff has happened*
*Just what I can recall of the top of my head at the moment…enjoyed a lot of the interactions between some of the players in the Valley after Herionidus’s death like the Gravediggers, Savut, and Crotalus. I also enjoyed the introduction of the Crown of Slaughter and the interactions between Cog and Sarahphym after the war between Gog and Faltros. I also really like the concept of the Godless Ones and the brother Zarznac and Tarcza.The last 4 Wills I’ve documented so far are bigger players now, so it’s neat to see their origins (Aemulus, Balatro, Happy Chaos, and Foréir).*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk has picked up some of the Herionidians that still in the Valley. Some of the stronger ones walk along side him as those less well off ride on his back, neck, and tail. The music surrounding him is calming and pleasant, and his scales showcase a warm display of pastel hues. Flowers bloom where he walks, leaving behind a trail.
"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
*That was much battle. Very epic.*
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
"You are a hindrance to me helping the people. Faltros did nothing to you, because I was the one who held him off. This is your last warning before you become vaporized." He points the spear at Happy.
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
*Cut for Gib.*
He looks up from his revolver, putting it down on the table he made, his eyes full of cold resolve and his voice so frigid it could give someone chills “Do it then. You can’t threaten without the will to back it up. So do it, after all, history has its eyes on you.”
*Now to test Cogin’s morality.*
*it's been so long...*
Out in the wasteland around the base of a magnificent and impossibly huge Tower, complex clockwork machines of destruction have been built, and they rush at breakneck speeds towards a jagged formation of slot canyons in the far distance, where a vast Hive lies nestled in the deepest, darkest depths of an ancient crevasse that splits the earth like an unhealed wound.
Deep in this ravine, humans and monsters mill about like a million ants, going through massive spires of corpulent flesh, constructing structures of bone and sinew, crafting arms and armor.
Two armies prepare for war, a war that will surely change this land for eons to come.
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."
*THE SWARM!!!*
*Also hi*
"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
*Indeed it is*
*In addition, greetings and salutations. I am uncertain as to whether we have been properly introduced.*
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."
*No, I’m newer so I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you. I’ve been reading through the thread however, in preparation for my 5th Greater Will. So I’m excited to see your Swarm in action, as well as Macchino if I’m guessing the other side of this war correctly*
"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
*Mayhaps you have, though I think I'll wait to reveal it.*
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."
*Can’t wait*
"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
Volumdremaak is attuning to the Deathbloom.
Mephilia and Voidras are still conversing.
Visk is currently being followed by a group of Herionidians who are enjoying his music and comforting presence, several of the young, elderly, and weak riding on his back, neck, and tail.
Xezithic is resting in his lair while his two aspects wait for the rats' decision.
Hidden from view within Xezithic's terrible storm that surrounds the Fundamental Isles stands a colossal temple-like building made from some sort of jet black stone, adorn with strange and alien runestones no being can read. Strange little wisps seem to phase in and out of the building. There is a massive pair of double doors that are currently closed, with a symbol of a closed tome with both sides bound with a border as if meant to signify that it can't be opened. On the cover of this book is a swirling black hole sucking in various symbols and glyphs that are unreadable, with white void like eye staring out from it's center.
"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
*AGH I GOT COUNTER-HAMILTON'ED NOOOOOO (explodes)*
The spear glows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until it looks like a nebula. So easy.to wipe him off of the face of the world, he thinks. Then, the light dims, and he puts down the spear. "I could easily kill you. But I won't. I realize now that is infighting is a waste of energy and power, and I am not throwing away my shot to kill Faltros." The spear vanishes. "It seems you refuse to let me be, so I will work with you for the time being. However, I have a few terms. First, if I tell you to do something, you will do it. I will be the one in command, as I am older and more experienced. Second, while on the mission, do not bother me. Third, when the threat is gone we will part ways once and for all. Understood?"
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
*Since I last have seen my son!
And hi!*
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
Resting on a floating isle, hidden by a tumultuous storm of elemental chaos, the Black Temple stands ominously. If any soul could dare venture past the intimidating black doors, they would be greeted by an unfathomable expansive Library bathed in shadow and black stone, with only torches, floating candles, and elegant chandleries aglow with pure white flames illuminating the space.
The shelves are filled with books of every style, every subject, every language, from the most mundane to the truly macabre, dangerous, secretive….forbidden. Not only full books, but missives, scrolls, diaries, journals, notes, sketches, magic tomes, maps, digraphs, blueprints, legal and royal documentations, and all other manner of writing seems to be scattered about…as if anything that has ever been written, ever spoken, ever thought is documented here. All informations both insignificant and immeasurable seems to be hidden within the ever expanded aisle of this place.
"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
The once empty beach where Caliburn first appeared in this world is now populated. Carved into a sheer rock face is a cave. In this cave, the Black Chains Guild lies. A guild of thieves, pirates, assassins and mercenaries. All with the goal of getting rich. In the very center of the cave, sitting on a mat is a the patron of all criminals. Caliburn
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Happy Chaos grins, finally going back to his usual self “Understood. It will be a pleasure to work with you without you being so reluctant. I’m ’happy’ to be your right hand man.” He puts up his revolver and holsters it “If we are going to be parting ways I should deconstruct my tower.” *You thought I wouldn’t catch the counter counter Hamilton*
*I’m about halfway done going through this thread. It’s been really fun to read but also quite a slog to parcel through*
"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
*what was your favorite thing that happened so far? I mean, a lot of stuff has happened*
*Just what I can recall of the top of my head at the moment…enjoyed a lot of the interactions between some of the players in the Valley after Herionidus’s death like the Gravediggers, Savut, and Crotalus. I also enjoyed the introduction of the Crown of Slaughter and the interactions between Cog and Sarahphym after the war between Gog and Faltros. I also really like the concept of the Godless Ones and the brother Zarznac and Tarcza. The last 4 Wills I’ve documented so far are bigger players now, so it’s neat to see their origins (Aemulus, Balatro, Happy Chaos, and Foréir).*
"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
Foréir is making more weapons of war in his volcano
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.