Sarahphym is exhausted, taking a moment to catch their breath- they've been slashing and stabbing at the barrier around the City of Order for a long while. The only thing that resulted from their efforts was a small scuff mark on the invisible barrier. The Snow Angel, frustrated, flies off towards the Underworld, suspecting something is amiss.
*Oh, a lot of things are amiss in there. Come join the party. 😆*
They arrive at the entrance to the underworld, hearing sounds of battle coming from within. They ready Nadir and head inside- it's about time hell froze over.
Balatro is mowing down demons, looking exhausted but enraged.
Sarah tears into the battlefield, a howling blizzard cascading behind them, mauling demons alongside Balatro. I don't believe the two have met before this, and Sarahphym doesn't bother to question what side Balatro is on: All they notice is that there are demons to kill.
*Saraphym doesn't know that the poor demons aren't Faltros's creations.*
*Exactly >:)*
A Green abishai flies out of range, before shouting, very loudly, that they aren't Faltros' creations and she should be killing Balatro not them and oh my god it's freezing in here.
Sarahphym at first doesn't seem to hear their warning, but after a few seconds, they stop briefly. They look over to Balatro- weakened and weathered, but still very much fighting. After a moment of analyzing, Sarahphym swipes at Balatro with Nadir, invoking divine power to imbue into their attack.
*Balatro is somewhere around 12,000 points at the moment*
The weapon collides with Balatro’s skull, but leaves no dent or crack. He turns slowly, eyes gleaming silver. “Hey, that’s not very cool.” He then swings Schadenfreude at Sarah’s face. 4,000 points. 225
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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.
*wait true artifacts get stronger as you level up, i didn’t know that*
*Sorry, I thought that had been cleared up for all the current players earlier but I knew Yvonne hadn’t been on this tread in a bit so I wanted to make sure she knew the updated rules.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Ooh. An even further possible upset to the balance of power. How amusing *
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Sarahphym is exhausted, taking a moment to catch their breath- they've been slashing and stabbing at the barrier around the City of Order for a long while. The only thing that resulted from their efforts was a small scuff mark on the invisible barrier. The Snow Angel, frustrated, flies off towards the Underworld, suspecting something is amiss.
*Oh, a lot of things are amiss in there. Come join the party. 😆*
They arrive at the entrance to the underworld, hearing sounds of battle coming from within. They ready Nadir and head inside- it's about time hell froze over.
Balatro is mowing down demons, looking exhausted but enraged.
Sarah tears into the battlefield, a howling blizzard cascading behind them, mauling demons alongside Balatro. I don't believe the two have met before this, and Sarahphym doesn't bother to question what side Balatro is on: All they notice is that there are demons to kill.
*Saraphym doesn't know that the poor demons aren't Faltros's creations.*
*Exactly >:)*
A Green abishai flies out of range, before shouting, very loudly, that they aren't Faltros' creations and she should be killing Balatro not them and oh my god it's freezing in here.
Sarahphym at first doesn't seem to hear their warning, but after a few seconds, they stop briefly. They look over to Balatro- weakened and weathered, but still very much fighting. After a moment of analyzing, Sarahphym swipes at Balatro with Nadir, invoking divine power to imbue into their attack.
*Balatro is somewhere around 12,000 points at the moment*
The weapon collides with Balatro’s skull, but leaves no dent or crack. He turns slowly, eyes gleaming silver. “Hey, that’s not very cool.” He then swings Schadenfreude at Sarah’s face. 4,000 points. 225
*oh, we're using d6s now? Neat!*
Sarahphym tries to shield themselves with their wings, but the attack still hits hard enough to push them back a ways. They unfurl their wings, revealing a faint tear in their fabric. Magical frost grows to fill the wound, as they cast a colossal spike of black ice from Nadir's point, aiming for Balatro's heart.
(1100 power points spent) 118 damage.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sarahphym tries to shield themselves with their wings, but the attack still hits hard enough to push them back a ways. They unfurl their wings, revealing a faint tear in their fabric. Magical frost grows to fill the wound, as they cast a colossal spike of black ice from Nadir's point, aiming for Balatro's heart.
Sarahphym is exhausted, taking a moment to catch their breath- they've been slashing and stabbing at the barrier around the City of Order for a long while. The only thing that resulted from their efforts was a small scuff mark on the invisible barrier. The Snow Angel, frustrated, flies off towards the Underworld, suspecting something is amiss.
*Oh, a lot of things are amiss in there. Come join the party. 😆*
They arrive at the entrance to the underworld, hearing sounds of battle coming from within. They ready Nadir and head inside- it's about time hell froze over.
Balatro is mowing down demons, looking exhausted but enraged.
Sarah tears into the battlefield, a howling blizzard cascading behind them, mauling demons alongside Balatro. I don't believe the two have met before this, and Sarahphym doesn't bother to question what side Balatro is on: All they notice is that there are demons to kill.
*Saraphym doesn't know that the poor demons aren't Faltros's creations.*
*Exactly >:)*
A Green abishai flies out of range, before shouting, very loudly, that they aren't Faltros' creations and she should be killing Balatro not them and oh my god it's freezing in here.
Sarahphym at first doesn't seem to hear their warning, but after a few seconds, they stop briefly. They look over to Balatro- weakened and weathered, but still very much fighting. After a moment of analyzing, Sarahphym swipes at Balatro with Nadir, invoking divine power to imbue into their attack.
*Balatro is somewhere around 12,000 points at the moment*
The weapon collides with Balatro’s skull, but leaves no dent or crack. He turns slowly, eyes gleaming silver. “Hey, that’s not very cool.” He then swings Schadenfreude at Sarah’s face. 4,000 points. 225
*oh, we're using d6s now? Neat!*
Sarahphym tries to shield themselves with their wings, but the attack still hits hard enough to push them back a ways. They unfurl their wings, revealing a faint tear in their fabric. Magical frost grows to fill the wound, as they cast a colossal spike of black ice from Nadir's point, aiming for Balatro's heart.
(1100 power points spent) 124 damage.
The spike pierces his motley and you can hear the sound of ribs splintering slightly. "Not even a chuckle? Okay then." Balatro pants, holding his marrote loosely at his side. "Why don't we just calm down and talk things out? Please?"
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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.
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
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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.
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
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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.
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
"The future I vie for is not of your concern... That being said, I would rather avoid conflict than potentially ruin my chance at that future." The Snow Angel lowers Nadir's point away from Balatro's head, but keeps it raised.
"I will let you live, and you can leave this place, upon one condition." Sarah's other icy hand is held out towards the other Will. "Hand it over, that thing- your Artifact."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
"The future I vie for is not of your concern... That being said, I would rather avoid conflict than potentially ruin my chance at that future." The Snow Angel lowers Nadir's point away from Balatro's head, but keeps it raised.
"I will let you live, and you can leave this place, upon one condition." Sarah's other icy hand is held out towards the other Will. "Hand it over, that thing- your Artifact."
“I…” Balatro looks down at Schadenfreude. “…okay.” He slowly holds it out to Sarah.
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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.
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
"The future I vie for is not of your concern... That being said, I would rather avoid conflict than potentially ruin my chance at that future." The Snow Angel lowers Nadir's point away from Balatro's head, but keeps it raised.
"I will let you live, and you can leave this place, upon one condition." Sarah's other icy hand is held out towards the other Will. "Hand it over, that thing- your Artifact."
“I…” Balatro looks down at Schadenfreude. “…okay.” He slowly holds it out to Sarah.
Sarahphym snatches it out of Balatro's hand, frost faintly covering the Artifact's surface. The Snow Angel seems content. They point Nadir at the spike of ice, and it turns into harmless snow, which flutters to the ground.
"Go- before I grow tired of you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
"The future I vie for is not of your concern... That being said, I would rather avoid conflict than potentially ruin my chance at that future." The Snow Angel lowers Nadir's point away from Balatro's head, but keeps it raised.
"I will let you live, and you can leave this place, upon one condition." Sarah's other icy hand is held out towards the other Will. "Hand it over, that thing- your Artifact."
“I…” Balatro looks down at Schadenfreude. “…okay.” He slowly holds it out to Sarah.
Sarahphym snatches it out of Balatro's hand, frost faintly covering the Artifact's surface. The Snow Angel seems content. They point Nadir at the spike of ice, and it turns into harmless snow, which flutters to the ground.
"Go- before I grow tired of you."
Balatro quietly walks away to the entrance of the Underworld, and watches Sarah from a distance, waiting for them to leave.
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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.
Sarahphym teleports back to their floating Temple, and the snow they left behind begins to melt.
Back at their temple, they place Schadenfreude upon an altar within a separate room of the temple, using their Order Domain powers to cast a permanent private sanctum that fills the entire room. As an additional safety measure, they encase the Artifact in a block of black ice that will never melt as long as it is within a 5-mile radius of the Snow Angel's Temple.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sarahphym teleports back to their floating Temple, and the snow they left behind begins to melt.
Back at their temple, they place Schadenfreude upon an altar within a separate room of the temple, using their Order Domain powers to cast a permanent private sanctum that fills the entire room. As an additional safety measure, they encase the Artifact in a block of black ice that will never melt as long as it is within a 5-mile radius of the Snow Angel's Temple.
*Just you wait for the heist arc*
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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.
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*Balatro is somewhere around 12,000 points at the moment*
The weapon collides with Balatro’s skull, but leaves no dent or crack. He turns slowly, eyes gleaming silver. “Hey, that’s not very cool.” He then swings Schadenfreude at Sarah’s face. 4,000 points. 225
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*wait true artifacts get stronger as you level up, i didn’t know that*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry, I thought that had been cleared up for all the current players earlier but I knew Yvonne hadn’t been on this tread in a bit so I wanted to make sure she knew the updated rules.*
"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
*Ooh. An even further possible upset to the balance of power. How amusing *
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Lol, this be wild up in 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
*even when close to death and panicking, Balatro still makes jonks*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh, we're using d6s now? Neat!*
Sarahphym tries to shield themselves with their wings, but the attack still hits hard enough to push them back a ways. They unfurl their wings, revealing a faint tear in their fabric. Magical frost grows to fill the wound, as they cast a colossal spike of black ice from Nadir's point, aiming for Balatro's heart.
(1100 power points spent) 118 damage.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Yes, it’s a d6 per 100 power points you spend.*
"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 spike pierces his motley and you can hear the sound of ribs splintering slightly. "Not even a chuckle? Okay then." Balatro pants, holding his marrote loosely at his side. "Why don't we just calm down and talk things out? Please?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*snippet for Sarah & Balatro*
Sarahphym moves over to Balatro, Nadir's point facing his skull.
"All right, then: Talk."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“So there’s like six Wills all battling it out in the palace and all of them are absurdly powerful so my recommendation would be to just leave if you value your life. There’s nothing to be gained by being here. The fight’s already almost over.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And what about you? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Despite my power not nearing that of my peers, I am still of the Order Mythos. Why shouldn't I kill one of their enemies?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Because you’re more than just a killer. You came here to make a change, not just make a corpse. And besides, the more violence there is in this world, the more likely it is that the next generation of gods will be violent too! Isn’t that what you’re fighting for? A more peaceful future?”
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 future I vie for is not of your concern... That being said, I would rather avoid conflict than potentially ruin my chance at that future." The Snow Angel lowers Nadir's point away from Balatro's head, but keeps it raised.
"I will let you live, and you can leave this place, upon one condition." Sarah's other icy hand is held out towards the other Will. "Hand it over, that thing- your Artifact."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“I…” Balatro looks down at Schadenfreude. “…okay.” He slowly holds it out to Sarah.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sarahphym snatches it out of Balatro's hand, frost faintly covering the Artifact's surface. The Snow Angel seems content. They point Nadir at the spike of ice, and it turns into harmless snow, which flutters to the ground.
"Go- before I grow tired of you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Balatro quietly walks away to the entrance of the Underworld, and watches Sarah from a distance, waiting for them to leave.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sarahphym teleports back to their floating Temple, and the snow they left behind begins to melt.
Back at their temple, they place Schadenfreude upon an altar within a separate room of the temple, using their Order Domain powers to cast a permanent private sanctum that fills the entire room. As an additional safety measure, they encase the Artifact in a block of black ice that will never melt as long as it is within a 5-mile radius of the Snow Angel's Temple.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Balatro then reenters the battle, now weaker but still managing to keep up with the demons.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Just you wait for the heist arc*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.