Yadathiel is approaching a different small village.
Aemulus is reinforcing the barriers around the city of order more, 1,000 points to each of the two sets of wards. (Wouldn’t it be funny if they renamed the city? Also, does it have an actual name yet or is it just the city of order?)
the crown is preparing to send every single will in existence Faltros’ address. For the third time.
*I was thinking about having Savut rename it earlier, but I don’t think it has a real name yet*
The villagers look up at the giant sky wheel in terror.
*if we give it a new title, city of secrets or city of shields? Because wards? Maybe?*
It’s great wheels shift as its hundreds of hands stretch down to the ground, aiming for people. It moves slowly but it is almost as if the humans are in slow motion as well, they can barely run from the hands. (Basically a slow spell)
Crotalus lifts up his head and sniffs the air. "Hehehe." A raspy chuckle crawls out from his bones.
With one skeletal arm he reaches up and grabs the crown. His bone fingers wrap around the thorny vines, peeling the scion of hate off his skull and horns, vengeful needles scraping dryly across his head. He casts the Crown of Vengeance aside and a heavy weight seems to be lifted from his shoulders. Deep scars seem to be gouged into the desert god's skull by the crown's thorns.
"I'm done. This fight ain't mine no more. I've thrown my punches and they show where I stand, but it is time for others to do their job." He laughs a harsh laugh, "I pity you demon."
And Crotalus leaves, walking straight out the front door. If anyone follows him out they don't see a trace of the desert god save a lonesome tumbleweed skittering across the scorched soil of the Underworld.
Crotalus lifts up his head and sniffs the air. "Hehehe." A raspy chuckle crawls out from his bones.
With one skeletal arm he reaches up and grabs the crown. His bone fingers wrap around the thorny vines, peeling the scion of hate off his skull and horns, vengeful needles scraping dryly across his head. He casts the Crown of Vengeance aside and a heavy weight seems to be lifted from his shoulders. Deep scars seem to be gouged into the desert god's skull by the crown's thorns.
"I'm done. This fight ain't mine no more. I've thrown my punches and they show where I stand, but it is time for others to do their job." He laughs a harsh laugh, "I pity you demon."
And Crotalus leaves, walking straight out the front door. If anyone follows him out they don't see a trace of the desert god save a lonesome tumbleweed skittering across the scorched soil of the Underworld.
*and so the crown passes*
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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.
*also when rereading some old posts a while back, I realized that Herionidius directly created pythons, the first snakes, which only deepens his vicarious connection to Savut*
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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.
*also if Faltros takes the crown he just might survive*
*But the Crown's entire purpose in life is to kill Faltros so I imagine that that wouldn't go well for him.*
*wait it is? why?*
*You don't know it's history? The Crown was born out of the death of Herionidus. It is a will of vengeance and it seeks revenge against those who killed Herionidus.*
*also when rereading some old posts a while back, I realized that Herionidius directly created pythons, the first snakes, which only deepens his vicarious connection to Savut*
*What has Savut been up to? I was absent for awhile.*
*It's name is just straight up the City of Order. Also, I'm saying it now-- I'm naming the River of Fire that runs throughout the underworld the River Tormentum, which is just Latin for torture.*
Upon seeing the Frenzy leave, Faltros gets extremely, extremely mad. The illusion of the end of the world suddenly breaks into a million shards. Faltros floats ominously, for milliseconds bursting into flame then turning normal again. "PATHETIC, MISERABLE, INGRATES! YOU AGREED TO SERVE ME FOR PROTECTION, AND I HELD UP MY END OF THE DEAL. YET YOU STILL BETRAY ME? I'VE SAVED BALATRO FROM DEATH! BUT WHO NEEDS ALLIES WHEN YOU'RE AN OVERWILL, DEMON OF FEAR AND FLAME, THE KING BELOW OF THE UNDERWORLD ITSELF!? THE ONLY REASON I SHOWED ANY COMPASSION OR KINDNESS TO YOU ALL IS BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU. AND NOT IN AN "I ACTUALLY CARE FOR YOU" WAY. THE ONLY REASON I LET YOU ALL LIVE IS BECAUSE YOU GAVE A SLIGHTLY BIGGER ADVANTAGE-- BUT EVEN WITHOUT YOU, I WILL WIN THIS FIGHT AND FIND YOU. AND ONCE I DO, YOU WILL WISH YOU DIED HERE INSTEAD OF THE FATE I WILL GIVE YOU! NOW, GO AHEAD. STRIKE ME. I DARE YOU!'
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Crotalus lifts up his head and sniffs the air. "Hehehe." A raspy chuckle crawls out from his bones.
With one skeletal arm he reaches up and grabs the crown. His bone fingers wrap around the thorny vines, peeling the scion of hate off his skull and horns, vengeful needles scraping dryly across his head. He casts the Crown of Vengeance aside and a heavy weight seems to be lifted from his shoulders. Deep scars seem to be gouged into the desert god's skull by the crown's thorns.
"I'm done. This fight ain't mine no more. I've thrown my punches and they show where I stand, but it is time for others to do their job." He laughs a harsh laugh, "I pity you demon."
And Crotalus leaves, walking straight out the front door. If anyone follows him out they don't see a trace of the desert god save a lonesome tumbleweed skittering across the scorched soil of the Underworld.
The exit disappears right before he goes to leave. "NO. NO. NO!!!! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR DEATH. KEEP FIGHTING, COWARD." *he can just teleport out*
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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
*also when rereading some old posts a while back, I realized that Herionidius directly created pythons, the first snakes, which only deepens his vicarious connection to Savut*
*What has Savut been up to? I was absent for awhile.*
*Nothing major, just drove the Gravediggers from the Valley of Herionidius, took over the City of Order in alliance with Baryaba Aemulus/Arsendir, and created the first medusas. She is going to be livid if Crotalus shows up around her.*
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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.
*also if Faltros takes the crown he just might survive*
*But the Crown's entire purpose in life is to kill Faltros so I imagine that that wouldn't go well for him.*
*wait it is? why?*
*You don't know it's history? The Crown was born out of the death of Herionidus. It is a will of vengeance and it seeks revenge against those who killed Herionidus.*
*Yeah I know that but the Swarm killed Herionidius, not Faltros*
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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.
Balatro is currently evacuating as many devils as he can from the Underworld.
The horde of elementals rushes into the Underworld, creating a howling gale that is near-deafening to any non-Will near the entrance. They begin to attack the devils with shearing winds that cut like swords and bolts of lightning- the elementals aren't particularly strong, but they stream into the Underworld in their thousands.
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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)
Balatro is currently evacuating as many devils as he can from the Underworld.
The horde of elementals rushes into the Underworld, creating a howling gale that is near-deafening to any non-Will near the entrance. They begin to attack the devils with shearing winds that cut like swords and bolts of lightning- the elementals aren't particularly strong, but they stream into the Underworld in their thousands.
Balatro looks to the sky, enraged, and doffs his cap and bells. He then throws it to the ground with great force, and a wall of fire erupts from the ground, blocking the elementals’ path with 3,000 power points of hellish might.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“Faltros is failing, seemingly doing to be defeated. Have you noticed anything strange about yourself lately?”
*if we give it a new title, city of secrets or city of shields? Because wards? Maybe?*
It’s great wheels shift as its hundreds of hands stretch down to the ground, aiming for people. It moves slowly but it is almost as if the humans are in slow motion as well, they can barely run from the hands. (Basically a slow spell)
“Should there be something strange going on?…”
“So you haven’t noticed. Hmm. Have you ever woken up where you didn’t go to rest?”
Crotalus lifts up his head and sniffs the air. "Hehehe." A raspy chuckle crawls out from his bones.
With one skeletal arm he reaches up and grabs the crown. His bone fingers wrap around the thorny vines, peeling the scion of hate off his skull and horns, vengeful needles scraping dryly across his head. He casts the Crown of Vengeance aside and a heavy weight seems to be lifted from his shoulders. Deep scars seem to be gouged into the desert god's skull by the crown's thorns.
"I'm done. This fight ain't mine no more. I've thrown my punches and they show where I stand, but it is time for others to do their job." He laughs a harsh laugh, "I pity you demon."
And Crotalus leaves, walking straight out the front door. If anyone follows him out they don't see a trace of the desert god save a lonesome tumbleweed skittering across the scorched soil of the Underworld.
*and so the crown passes*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also if Faltros takes the crown he just might survive*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*But the Crown's entire purpose in life is to kill Faltros so I imagine that that wouldn't go well for him.*
*wait it is? why?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also when rereading some old posts a while back, I realized that Herionidius directly created pythons, the first snakes, which only deepens his vicarious connection to Savut*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You don't know it's history? The Crown was born out of the death of Herionidus. It is a will of vengeance and it seeks revenge against those who killed Herionidus.*
*What has Savut been up to? I was absent for awhile.*
*It's name is just straight up the City of Order. Also, I'm saying it now-- I'm naming the River of Fire that runs throughout the underworld the River Tormentum, which is just Latin for torture.*
Upon seeing the Frenzy leave, Faltros gets extremely, extremely mad. The illusion of the end of the world suddenly breaks into a million shards. Faltros floats ominously, for milliseconds bursting into flame then turning normal again. "PATHETIC, MISERABLE, INGRATES! YOU AGREED TO SERVE ME FOR PROTECTION, AND I HELD UP MY END OF THE DEAL. YET YOU STILL BETRAY ME? I'VE SAVED BALATRO FROM DEATH! BUT WHO NEEDS ALLIES WHEN YOU'RE AN OVERWILL, DEMON OF FEAR AND FLAME, THE KING BELOW OF THE UNDERWORLD ITSELF!? THE ONLY REASON I SHOWED ANY COMPASSION OR KINDNESS TO YOU ALL IS BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU. AND NOT IN AN "I ACTUALLY CARE FOR YOU" WAY. THE ONLY REASON I LET YOU ALL LIVE IS BECAUSE YOU GAVE A SLIGHTLY BIGGER ADVANTAGE-- BUT EVEN WITHOUT YOU, I WILL WIN THIS FIGHT AND FIND YOU. AND ONCE I DO, YOU WILL WISH YOU DIED HERE INSTEAD OF THE FATE I WILL GIVE YOU! NOW, GO AHEAD. STRIKE ME. I DARE YOU!'
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
The exit disappears right before he goes to leave. "NO. NO. NO!!!! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR DEATH. KEEP FIGHTING, COWARD." *he can just teleport out*
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
*Nothing major, just drove the Gravediggers from the Valley of Herionidius, took over the City of Order in alliance with Baryaba Aemulus/Arsendir, and created the first medusas. She is going to be livid if Crotalus shows up around her.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah I know that but the Swarm killed Herionidius, not Faltros*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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 horde of elementals rushes into the Underworld, creating a howling gale that is near-deafening to any non-Will near the entrance. They begin to attack the devils with shearing winds that cut like swords and bolts of lightning- the elementals aren't particularly strong, but they stream into the Underworld in their thousands.
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)
That deep, alien voice chuckles, but only Faltros hears it now.
"All alone, are we?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Balatro looks to the sky, enraged, and doffs his cap and bells. He then throws it to the ground with great force, and a wall of fire erupts from the ground, blocking the elementals’ path with 3,000 power points of hellish might.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.