The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
a giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
"Ah, a fellow demon. Forge, I assume. Not too dissimilar from I. Have you seen what a mess they've made of all this? Madness... all madness."
"i am of time, although I do possess forge. yes. the war is deplorable."
"It's a temporary rush of inspiration. It gives them ideas and the drive to realize them. Regardless, this is the first step on my path. They will have homes, and you could destroy those from time to time or something. Most of these mortals have been abused and treated like cattle. They need some rest, and places to do so."
“You want… to make a deal? Something mutually beneficial?”
"Sure, why not." The demon grumbles. "How about this: you help me protect the mortals while they develop to a stable society, and you can ravage their constructions and lands to your heart's content as soon as they can withstand it. Unless, of course, you have a counterproposal?"
“The Mythos is formed.”
"Fair enough. I have no need for killing the Wills as of yet, but since you seem to care about, or at least tolerate, my endeavors, I will help you when and if you need it."
He removes a glove, revealing a grey, ice-cold hand with hooked claws. "Have we got a deal?"
“Of course. What are the chances you take the Earth domain sometime in the future?”
"Low, but not none. You hoping to catch em' all?" He snorts, not quite derisively.
“Is that some sort of old world joke I’m too modern to understand?”
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I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The Wendigo nods. "Howdy. Nice to meet ya, I'm Quiet. Well, that's my name, I tend to be purty loud actually." He scratches his head. "What are y'all's names?"
"MY CREATIONS LACK THEM. I, HOWEVER, AM OKHMUS"
Quiet seems to relax a bit. "That's a lovely name, if I do say so myself. Would you or your creations like some food or drink, Okhmus? Or are you here on business? Heck, what am I saying, you can have what you'd like even if you are here on business."
"MY CREATIONS SHALL EAT. I HAVE COME BECAUSE YOU ARE A FELLOW WILL OF THE HARSHNESS OF THE WILD, AND SHALL WAIT."
the lions, besides the leader, begin perusing the food, revealing shark-like front teeth and back molars, eating both meats and vegetables
"Well, I'm flattered, honestly. Mortals gotta be tempered. Tough, you know. 'Cause nature ain't just gonna let up because they cried about it."
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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.
The Gut, having surveyed the surrounding world, slams into the earth with a noise that can be heard from the Underworld. Then it rises and slams down again. Water begins to spray up from the cracks in the soil, flooding the barren ground. The water keeps coming out, until eventually it forms a sea, teeming with life. A drawbridge comes down from the Gut as Barbeau rings a bell, calling mortals in from all over the world. They climb aboard, desperate for any semblance of peace or safety.
lightning strikes the ocean, and a giant eel with a beard of tentacles from the spot it struck.
Barbeau looks over. "Nice shot. You one of those Wills I've been hearing about?"
the clouds above speak "yes. I was installing a kraken to drive the tides of this ocean."
He leans back against the railing. "Clever. Not quite an ocean yet, but I get the feeling you'll help remedy that."
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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.
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
a giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
"Ah, a fellow demon. Forge, I assume. Not too dissimilar from I. Have you seen what a mess they've made of all this? Madness... all madness."
"i am of time, although I do possess forge. yes. the war is deplorable."
"Exactly!" He snaps his fingers. "Violence begets more violence. While I lack the power to command respect from the other wills, I can still take some strain off of these peons who had nothing to do with it."
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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.
The Wendigo nods. "Howdy. Nice to meet ya, I'm Quiet. Well, that's my name, I tend to be purty loud actually." He scratches his head. "What are y'all's names?"
"MY CREATIONS LACK THEM. I, HOWEVER, AM OKHMUS"
Quiet seems to relax a bit. "That's a lovely name, if I do say so myself. Would you or your creations like some food or drink, Okhmus? Or are you here on business? Heck, what am I saying, you can have what you'd like even if you are here on business."
"MY CREATIONS SHALL EAT. I HAVE COME BECAUSE YOU ARE A FELLOW WILL OF THE HARSHNESS OF THE WILD, AND SHALL WAIT."
the lions, besides the leader, begin perusing the food, revealing shark-like front teeth and back molars, eating both meats and vegetables
"Well, I'm flattered, honestly. Mortals gotta be tempered. Tough, you know. 'Cause nature ain't just gonna let up because they cried about it."
"YES. IM MAKING MORE NATURE. ONCE I HAVE FOLLOWERS, I WILL TEACH THEM TO SURVIVE IN IT."
"Low, but not none. You hoping to catch em' all?" He snorts, not quite derisively.
“Is that some sort of old world joke I’m too modern to understand?”
"Very, very old world. Don't worry, I'm all for progress, I just think this form of 'modernity' is a bit... irritating. Like sand in your gills."
“If I had gills I would understand that. Anyway, you wanted me to help you protect these mortals until they can survive without us?”
"Exactly. Then you can do whatever you want, basically. I'm not picky. Well, that's a lie, but I have low standards for other Wills' behaviors. Nothing against you, but you seem like a better destroyer than creator."
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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.
The Gut stomps through various old, abandoned, and ruined domains, smashing its way through worthless structures and dead trees, reducing them to usable lumber and stone bricks. Barbeau stands on top, arms crossed. His cold, dark eyes watch, dispassionate, as mortals scurry to pick up the blueprints blowing out of the exhaust ports of the spider-submarine, each granting unholy guidance to those who pick them up. The "blessed" mortals begin to fanatically dig foundations for houses, enlisting the other ruined people to help.
a giant clockwork arthropod skitters up.
Chef Barbeau watches from up top. "Ahoy! Godly beast, or mortal construction?" he calls down to it.
a voice rings out from its head "both, of a sort. closer to the second, since I, the creator, am not a god, but a demon."
"Ah, a fellow demon. Forge, I assume. Not too dissimilar from I. Have you seen what a mess they've made of all this? Madness... all madness."
"i am of time, although I do possess forge. yes. the war is deplorable."
"Exactly!" He snaps his fingers. "Violence begets more violence. While I lack the power to command respect from the other wills, I can still take some strain off of these peons who had nothing to do with it."
"indeed. I have pledged my assistance in fighting off the devils, but I honestly believe that war is an inefficient course of action. it would be far better for the wills to fight, and leave mortals alone. suspicion has turned cognitus against me, even though I have promised him aid."
"Low, but not none. You hoping to catch em' all?" He snorts, not quite derisively.
“Is that some sort of old world joke I’m too modern to understand?”
"Very, very old world. Don't worry, I'm all for progress, I just think this form of 'modernity' is a bit... irritating. Like sand in your gills."
“If I had gills I would understand that. Anyway, you wanted me to help you protect these mortals until they can survive without us?”
"Exactly. Then you can do whatever you want, basically. I'm not picky. Well, that's a lie, but I have low standards for other Wills' behaviors. Nothing against you, but you seem like a better destroyer than creator."
She shakes the Demon Chef’s hand, then teleports back to her domain.
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I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
"i am of time, although I do possess forge. yes. the war is deplorable."
"Exactly!" He snaps his fingers. "Violence begets more violence. While I lack the power to command respect from the other wills, I can still take some strain off of these peons who had nothing to do with it."
"indeed. I have pledged my assistance in fighting off the devils, but I honestly believe that war is an inefficient course of action. it would be far better for the wills to fight, and leave mortals alone. suspicion has turned cognitus against me, even though I have promised him aid."
Barbeau chuckles. "My, my, that sounds like quite the problem. Is there any way I could help you with that? I imagine catering the peace talks won't do much."
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
As if on a cue, cultists in warm fur coats rush out, laughing and dancing. They offer frozen berries and dried flowers to the oncoming Will. They don't seem afraid or even reverent, just very friendly.
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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.
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
As if on a cue, cultists in warm fur coats rush out, laughing and dancing. They offer frozen berries and dried flowers to the oncoming Will. They don't seem afraid or even reverent, just very friendly.
"Well hello there little ones, are these for me? How very kind of you" The Jovial Drake greets warmly as he opens up one of his long and spindly claws to take the berries and flowers. A ring of winter flowers bloom around him as the music continues to lively play.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
As if on a cue, cultists in warm fur coats rush out, laughing and dancing. They offer frozen berries and dried flowers to the oncoming Will. They don't seem afraid or even reverent, just very friendly.
"Well hello there little ones, are these for me? How very kind of you" The Jovial Drake greets warmly as he opens up one of his long and spindly claws to take the berries and flowers. A ring of winter flowers bloom around him as the music continues to lively play.
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
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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.
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
As if on a cue, cultists in warm fur coats rush out, laughing and dancing. They offer frozen berries and dried flowers to the oncoming Will. They don't seem afraid or even reverent, just very friendly.
"Well hello there little ones, are these for me? How very kind of you" The Jovial Drake greets warmly as he opens up one of his long and spindly claws to take the berries and flowers. A ring of winter flowers bloom around him as the music continues to lively play.
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
"Thank ya very much, partner. Would you like some food or a drink? I've got BBQ, potato salad, mac n' cheese, sweet tea, lemonade... we got a lot, despite the cold. These guys farm it all up, and I help em' cook it."
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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.
*I don't really know. I don't think so but a lot has happened when I was away.*
"Still, there is a common decency to be shown to even your enemies." rattles the desert god, "But I'm not here to criticize your hospitality, as deplorable as it may be. I'm here on account of your god culling."
"My god culling? Not my torture of mortals, creation of horrifying beasts, or anything of that sort? Oh, well. Even if one of my older times, the Godless Ones was a splendid plan, even if it fell apart. But it was ages ago. I didn't even kill anyone, for crying out loud! I tried, but failed. The only God that died during that time was Herionidus, and the Swarm did that in our alliance. As for my threatening and sometimes killing of other gods, I give them a chance to yield. Nurgul refused to free Balatro. The others were given the choice to bow down to me, flee, or die."
The Voice of the Desert speaks, "I've given life to the scorpion and the rattling serpent. The buzzard and the hog. The coyote and the spider widow and the blood bat. The beasts of the wilds aren't meant to be tame so I don't fault you there. The lot of the villainous is pain. They chose to walk a crooked, self-serving path in life, their punishment is just. I can't fault you there either. If you kept yourself to your domains we wouldn't have a problem. But you're a prideful fool, aren't you? You wished to grasp more than your hands could hold and you've tortured the living. I've seen peoples torn to pieces due to your actions. I've seen twisted gods born out of blood your hand has spilled. I ain't about to sit to the side as you continue to harm the world with your hubris."
*Sorry for responding so late*
"People torn to pieces? Yes, I suppose Herionidus was indeed partially my fault. But the Swarm was the main perpetrator, the one who even offered to kill an Overgod in the first place. Nurgul, like I said before, refused to release Balatro. As for Cogintius, he was practically asking for a rebellion. I gave the Godless Ones what they want. As for the twisted gods I supposedly birthed, where did you hear that? I never have created a Will myself, only others bowing to me by their own choice. Although it might be a good idea, that is some horrid thing that for once I have not done yet." He sees the Crown of Slaughter. "I did not see that adorn you last time we crossed paths. What is it?"
"Revenge," his voice rattles. "This is the hate spawned from your actions. The judgement upon your crimes of destruction. This is the Crown of Vengeance, the Hate of Herionidus, and it hates you."
*Is Arch around? This might be a good time for the Crown to do something if it is going to.*
"Herionidus? As I said, the Swarm is the main perpetrator. I was not even the one who suggested the crime. Why not go for them?" His face lights up. "Ah, I know. It is a coward. It cannot take out the main killer, so it takes out its anger on beings who are involved in it but not as much. Truly pathetic. And even then, you still made the wrong choice. After all..." His voice distorts, and his devil horns grow. "If you fight me, you will still end up dead where you stand."
"I'm not here to listen to you justify your wicked actions. You sound just like the whimpering damned who populate your caverns. Always moaning about how it wasn't your fault, how you're not to blame. Herionidus's blood is on your hands as well as on the hands of others but right now it's your turn for judgement." The rattle of a diamondback reverberates throughout the hall and sand begins to swirl around the desert god. Ants and scorpions and venom tongued serpents skitter and slither across Crotalus's bones and through the folds of his poncho as a heavy, dry heat begins to rise.
*How does death work here? The rules in the beginning don't seem to make it clear how to tell when a will is killed.*
*They can only die when killed by another Greater Will. Edit: The others explained it better. What they all said.*
"Oh, no. I'm not saying I'm not wicked, or uninvolved. I'm not justifying my actions, but pointing out that wretched crown's cowardice to stop the biggest perpetrator." He thinks to himself. "How about this. A much stronger Will is coming here soon. Cogintius, the one you sided in the past. He is stronger then even I, and coincidentally, he believes you have been corrupted by chaos and are causing issues that one of my minions may or may not have started and framed you on. If he meets you, he will certainly be ready to kill. He defeats you, and I destroy him once he is weakened. If you leave now, he has a much higher chance to defeat me, and then you can talk things out peacefully if he wins. Sure, the crown will not achieve the satisfaction of seeing me die in person, but it has targets it should prioritize more."
"So the Crown and I ain't the only ones after you, huh?" He laughs the laugh of a sandstorm. The laugh of a scorpion as it sees a big red toe within striking range. The laugh of a buzzard as it spies a thirsty animal miles from water. "You must be mighty desperate. Now I know I can only succeed, my efforts won't be in vain. If I'm whupped, I'll still have weakened you, allowing your enemies to strike you down. I may not win this fight, but I know you won't win the next one." Quicker than a bolt of lightning across the empty, desert sky, he draws twin, silver revolvers and fires at you using up 10,000 power points. 371
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1330
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"i am of time, although I do possess forge. yes. the war is deplorable."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Is that some sort of old world joke I’m too modern to understand?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Well, I'm flattered, honestly. Mortals gotta be tempered. Tough, you know. 'Cause nature ain't just gonna let up because they cried about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He leans back against the railing. "Clever. Not quite an ocean yet, but I get the feeling you'll help remedy that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Exactly!" He snaps his fingers. "Violence begets more violence. While I lack the power to command respect from the other wills, I can still take some strain off of these peons who had nothing to do with it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Very, very old world. Don't worry, I'm all for progress, I just think this form of 'modernity' is a bit... irritating. Like sand in your gills."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“If I had gills I would understand that. Anyway, you wanted me to help you protect these mortals until they can survive without us?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Exactly. Then you can do whatever you want, basically. I'm not picky. Well, that's a lie, but I have low standards for other Wills' behaviors. Nothing against you, but you seem like a better destroyer than creator."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"indeed. I have pledged my assistance in fighting off the devils, but I honestly believe that war is an inefficient course of action. it would be far better for the wills to fight, and leave mortals alone. suspicion has turned cognitus against me, even though I have promised him aid."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Glorious. So, why have you come to me? Do you want my assistance? I work well with the cold."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She shakes the Demon Chef’s hand, then teleports back to her domain.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Barbeau chuckles. "My, my, that sounds like quite the problem. Is there any way I could help you with that? I imagine catering the peace talks won't do much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Visk would continue to walk along, lively music and beautiful butterflies surround him as flowers trail around him. He would soon stumble across a grandiose mansion surrounded by a dead looking forest.
"Oh, what a strange little place. I wonder who could live here?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
As if on a cue, cultists in warm fur coats rush out, laughing and dancing. They offer frozen berries and dried flowers to the oncoming Will. They don't seem afraid or even reverent, just very friendly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well hello there little ones, are these for me? How very kind of you" The Jovial Drake greets warmly as he opens up one of his long and spindly claws to take the berries and flowers. A ring of winter flowers bloom around him as the music continues to lively play.
"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
A towering wendigo (obviously not as tall as a dragon, but tall enough that the dragon wouldn't have to lay down to meet his eyes) in a white suit walks out of the mansion, carrying a hybrid maypole/crucifix with a wicker man covered in flowers "crucified" on it. The wendigo plants the pole in the ground and leans against it, looking at the Jovial Drake. "Always a good time when we've got visitors, eh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It is always a festive time when meeting new people." The Drake replies warmly, the flowers transforming into those representing new beginning and pleasant greetings. "You have a lovely abode here."
"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
"Thank ya very much, partner. Would you like some food or a drink? I've got BBQ, potato salad, mac n' cheese, sweet tea, lemonade... we got a lot, despite the cold. These guys farm it all up, and I help em' cook it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He gets struck by them, bleeding firey, infernal blood. "Well, it seems you are asking for your fate. I was hoping to use this on Cogintius, but it seems the time for child's play is over already." He laughs madly, a sound that echoes across the throne room coldly. He gets off of his throne, draws his sword of flame, and suddenly the room changes to a gigantic voidlike place of terror, flames appearing here and there. On the outside of the palace, the entire place is surrounded by a sphere of deadly flame that obscures within. He vanishes, and reappears behind Crotalus, stabbing him with the power of 10,000 power points in return. 1330
*The reason it's so abnormally high is because of his true artifact giving +10 per number of dice spent (twice his level of 5)*
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!
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