"Hmm. How about I give you this bottle for free? In exchange for something later on possibly." He places the bottle on the counter and smiles, revealing his vampiric fangs "I trust you to be fair and square with the favor. I would like an octopus if you have that, preferably alive." He places a gem on the counter.
The ferret-man's jaw drops as he sees the gem. "I... I can't accept such an offer, I'm sorry." He slowly backs up before reaching into a tank of murky water. "I-I can g-get you the octopus! J-just give me a second, please!" He's utterly terrified for some reason. Tears run down his face as he pulls out an octopus and offers it to Slayer.
"Why are you afraid my friend?" He takes the octopus, digging his fangs into it a draining it entirely, and then beginning to eat the remains, slurping it up. Once he's finished he decides he doesn't answer from him. He leaves his bottle of wine there for him and goes over to Sucromancer. He sits next to her, on a lounge chair made of flying bats.
She seems suspicious of him. "Have you heard the tale of the Dollmaker? He had fangs like yours. He was also similarly beautiful. And rich. And powerful. He would lobotomize my people, turning them into brainless monsters made of stitched flesh. He ate their children. Drank their blood." She stares at him coldly. "So, what are you?"
They grin, then, their right arm changes from something human, to furry. Like a ferret. Now having black and yellow hair, a draconic left arm, a furry right arm and demonic horns. They hop down, the flesh of any mortal close to them warping and twisting, though seemingly grotesque, it causes no pain
The Sucromancer stares incredulously at the effects on the ferretfolk, then grimaces, her eyes suddenly pained despite being completely unaffected by the painless effect. "You have no right to violate my people like that. I am going to have to ask you to leave."
They snicker “Violate? But I’ve done nothing wrong!” They smile madly
"Leave. You are not welcome here." She winces and clutches her arm, which is starting to bleed profusely. "You are no better than the men in black ambulances, mercilessly taking flesh from those who could not defend themselves. You are worse than the spice merchants, taking pleasure and power from the fears and sufferings of others."
Gore dribbles out of her plump lips, causing her lipstick to run.
"Hmm. How about I give you this bottle for free? In exchange for something later on possibly." He places the bottle on the counter and smiles, revealing his vampiric fangs "I trust you to be fair and square with the favor. I would like an octopus if you have that, preferably alive." He places a gem on the counter.
The ferret-man's jaw drops as he sees the gem. "I... I can't accept such an offer, I'm sorry." He slowly backs up before reaching into a tank of murky water. "I-I can g-get you the octopus! J-just give me a second, please!" He's utterly terrified for some reason. Tears run down his face as he pulls out an octopus and offers it to Slayer.
"Why are you afraid my friend?" He takes the octopus, digging his fangs into it a draining it entirely, and then beginning to eat the remains, slurping it up. Once he's finished he decides he doesn't answer from him. He leaves his bottle of wine there for him and goes over to Sucromancer. He sits next to her, on a lounge chair made of flying bats.
She seems suspicious of him. "Have you heard the tale of the Dollmaker? He had fangs like yours. He was also similarly beautiful. And rich. And powerful. He would lobotomize my people, turning them into brainless monsters made of stitched flesh. He ate their children. Drank their blood." She stares at him coldly. "So, what are you?"
"Ah, getting personal already. I am a Vampire Lord, which means I am a Vampire. I assume you know what that means. Also, if I wanted to lobotomize your people it would be done by now. It's not as if you have the power to stop me. Also I don't eat children, not enough meat on their bones." He chuckles at the last part, obviously a joke "If you want me to leave and never come back I will."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*I think I know happy’s plan. By antagonizing mortals, he wishes to push them to their limits and possibly even rebel against the wills, turning them into the new leaders of the world. Or at least put them in a position of power, so that they aren’t completely at the wills’ mercy*
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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!”
*it would be sort of funny if Happy had this awesome, super cool drawn out plan and then it just falls apart at the last moment.
*If that were to happen then Happy would still win and lose anyway. The only way for him to fully undoubtedly lose is if every mortal died.*
*what on earth is happy’s plan?!?*
*He plans to help mortals, and that means that he causes strife and madness. He plans to bring the mortals together, against an evil god, which is him.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*I think I know happy’s plan. By antagonizing mortals, he wishes to push them to their limits and possibly even rebel against the wills, turning them into the new leaders of the world. Or at least put them in a position of power, so that they aren’t completely at the wills’ mercy*
*Exactly, and he wishes to do that by being the villain the story needs. Shaping to fit such a role.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"Why are you afraid my friend?" He takes the octopus, digging his fangs into it a draining it entirely, and then beginning to eat the remains, slurping it up. Once he's finished he decides he doesn't answer from him. He leaves his bottle of wine there for him and goes over to Sucromancer. He sits next to her, on a lounge chair made of flying bats.
She seems suspicious of him. "Have you heard the tale of the Dollmaker? He had fangs like yours. He was also similarly beautiful. And rich. And powerful. He would lobotomize my people, turning them into brainless monsters made of stitched flesh. He ate their children. Drank their blood." She stares at him coldly. "So, what are you?"
"Ah, getting personal already. I am a Vampire Lord, which means I am a Vampire. I assume you know what that means. Also, if I wanted to lobotomize your people it would be done by now. It's not as if you have the power to stop me. Also I don't eat children, not enough meat on their bones." He chuckles at the last part, obviously a joke "If you want me to leave and never come back I will."
"Don't touch my mortals and you will be welcome. They have suffered long and hard for a chance at freedom and hope. I am nothing but a manifestation of those." She shrugs and looks away, her chubby face beautiful in the fading sunset. "I know you could destroy me with a twitch of your finger, but I just want there to be no miscommunication between us. If you were the Dollmaker, I would have no choice but to fight you to my death."
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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 wanna RP, but I don't want to play any of my characters at this exact moment. Oh well, might as well play as Sucromancer.*
Sucromancer is creating a street market for several chubby ferret-like humanoids to trade. They look a lot like her, but smaller in all dimensions and dressed more normally.
Someone, or more like something, is watching them on top of a market stall. Somewhere in between male and female, they put their hands in a position like they’re trying to put something in frame for a picture. Their spiraling eyes intense with madness
The Sucromancer looks up at them. She pops a candy into her mouth and sits quietly by one of the stalls, waiting for them to make a move.
They grin, then, their right arm changes from something human, to furry. Like a ferret. Now having black and yellow hair, a draconic left arm, a furry right arm and demonic horns. They hop down, the flesh of any mortal close to them warping and twisting, though seemingly grotesque, it causes no pain
The Sucromancer stares incredulously at the effects on the ferretfolk, then grimaces, her eyes suddenly pained despite being completely unaffected by the painless effect. "You have no right to violate my people like that. I am going to have to ask you to leave."
They snicker “Violate? But I’ve done nothing wrong!” They smile madly
"Leave. You are not welcome here." She winces and clutches her arm, which is starting to bleed profusely. "You are no better than the men in black ambulances, mercilessly taking flesh from those who could not defend themselves. You are worse than the spice merchants, taking pleasure and power from the fears and sufferings of others."
Gore dribbles out of her plump lips, causing her lipstick to run.
“I have no idea what that means. Also I don’t take flesh. I use my own!” They rips the flesh off his draconic arm, molding it into an unholy shape, before tossing it to the ground where it grows in size, become a chimaera “See!?”
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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!”
"Why are you afraid my friend?" He takes the octopus, digging his fangs into it a draining it entirely, and then beginning to eat the remains, slurping it up. Once he's finished he decides he doesn't answer from him. He leaves his bottle of wine there for him and goes over to Sucromancer. He sits next to her, on a lounge chair made of flying bats.
She seems suspicious of him. "Have you heard the tale of the Dollmaker? He had fangs like yours. He was also similarly beautiful. And rich. And powerful. He would lobotomize my people, turning them into brainless monsters made of stitched flesh. He ate their children. Drank their blood." She stares at him coldly. "So, what are you?"
"Ah, getting personal already. I am a Vampire Lord, which means I am a Vampire. I assume you know what that means. Also, if I wanted to lobotomize your people it would be done by now. It's not as if you have the power to stop me. Also I don't eat children, not enough meat on their bones." He chuckles at the last part, obviously a joke "If you want me to leave and never come back I will."
"Don't touch my mortals and you will be welcome. They have suffered long and hard for a chance at freedom and hope. I am nothing but a manifestation of those." She shrugs and looks away, her chubby face beautiful in the fading sunset. "I know you could destroy me with a twitch of your finger, but I just want there to be no miscommunication between us. If you were the Dollmaker, I would have no choice but to fight you to my death."
“If I was the Dollmaker I wouldn’t waste my time trying to flirt with you.” He winks at her again, clinking his teeth and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He then begins to rest, truly chillin in his lounge chair now
"Leave. You are not welcome here." She winces and clutches her arm, which is starting to bleed profusely. "You are no better than the men in black ambulances, mercilessly taking flesh from those who could not defend themselves. You are worse than the spice merchants, taking pleasure and power from the fears and sufferings of others."
Gore dribbles out of her plump lips, causing her lipstick to run.
“I have no idea what that means. Also I don’t take flesh. I use my own!” They rips the flesh off his draconic arm, molding it into an unholy shape, before tossing it to the ground where it grows in size, become a chimaera “See!?”
"That is not the point!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "You're... hurting... us..." she wheezes.
"You are a violator. You would break someone's soul and claim you've done nothing wrong. I give you one last warning: leave."
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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.
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
They seem to be following the path back to the underworld. Dragons fly overhead, heading in the same direction.
“No…” Balatro whispers in amazement. “He can’t be…” He teleports back to the bottom of the staircase to the Underworld.
He notices runes glowing along the walls in a firey color. Suddenly, spirits appear and begin chanting that can be heard from anywhere in the underworld.
"The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead..."
One begins chanting just as loud as all of the others combined. "The King Below has met his fate. From this plane we seperate. The King Below has met his fate. From this plane we seperate..."
The entire underground begins shaking, as it prepares to seperate from this mortal world.
Balatro looks around, panicked, and begins sprinting to the palace as fast as his bones can carry him.
Assuming he does some teleporting (otherwise it's thousands of miles), he arrives at the palace, which has its windows glowing. 8 pillars of flame surround the palace, with 8 tiefling figures inside them-- the warlocks still loyal to Faltros. A 9th pillar stems up from the palace itself.
“WHAT IS HAPPENING????” Balatro runs to the throne room.
The palace's murals have Faltros's face scratched out, as well as anyone but depictions of other gods like Cogintius. In the throne room lies a pile of ash, and the sword of flame, sputtering on and off.
Balatro stares into the flame, its red light illuminating the ridges of his skull. Then, his face setting, he reaches forward and grabs the hilt.
It sparks at his touch, and the flame turns a completely pure red. A voice whispers in Balatro's mind. "Traitor." A quick series of images flashes, showing Faltros becoming his true form, being about to kill Kagorax, Cog appearing and the entirety of his death. Lastly, it shows the image of Balatro teleporting away, and Happy's supposed death.
Balatro gasps and almost lets go, but manages to keep his grip. “No.” He growls. “I can redeem myself.”
More images appear. Faltros saving Balatro from Plague Keep, all of Faltros and his minions gathered together, and then the image cracks and goes back to Balatro fleeing and Faltros's ashes.
“No! I can do it! I’ll avenge you! I SWEAR IT!” He yells, lifting the fiery blade.
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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.
*Ah everyone is playing into his hands, doing exactly what he wants in the end. Which is making mortals stronger than they are now, absolutely amazing.*
*Cant play into your hands if I just remove the corruption. Plus all those poor souls that now hate Happy are wonderful* 😉
*I love how you think that's stopping him. Happy knows he isn't playing the hero in this story, and he's fine with that.*
*Hey, I’m not trying to stop him, just protecting my own.😁*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Savut is frantically sealing her rivers and withering her trees, as the savotra retreat to the Tower, the beetles enter the closing fissures to nest beneath the earth, and the pagidons wilt away. She is clearly terrified of Coginitius coming back and seeing what she’s done, to the point that it’s overcoming her natural instinct to protect her new best in time for Metamorphosis.
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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.
*Ah everyone is playing into his hands, doing exactly what he wants in the end. Which is making mortals stronger than they are now, absolutely amazing.*
*Cant play into your hands if I just remove the corruption. Plus all those poor souls that now hate Happy are wonderful* 😉
*I love how you think that's stopping him. Happy knows he isn't playing the hero in this story, and he's fine with that.*
*Hey, I’m not trying to stop him, just protecting my own.😁*
*And unwittingly dancing right into Happy’s hands, thank you for your participation.*
*Ah everyone is playing into his hands, doing exactly what he wants in the end. Which is making mortals stronger than they are now, absolutely amazing.*
*Cant play into your hands if I just remove the corruption. Plus all those poor souls that now hate Happy are wonderful* 😉
*I love how you think that's stopping him. Happy knows he isn't playing the hero in this story, and he's fine with that.*
*Hey, I’m not trying to stop him, just protecting my own.😁*
*And unwittingly dancing right into Happy’s hands, thank you for your participation.*
*So, don’t bother rping anymore, got it*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Faltros's blade lies on the ground, as well as his ashes-- the only signs he ever existed besides what he created. Although, something seems off in the underworld.
The void has sensed what is wrong and has teleported out of there.
Balatro has set up a small camp for the evacuated devils on the southeastern shore.
The devils begin feeling a pull, to return to the underworld as fast as possible. A few wake up from their rest and begin sleepwalking in the direction the camp came from.
Balatro notices them and decides to follow, suspicious of whether or not another Will might be pursuing them and trying to hunt them down.
They seem to be following the path back to the underworld. Dragons fly overhead, heading in the same direction.
“No…” Balatro whispers in amazement. “He can’t be…” He teleports back to the bottom of the staircase to the Underworld.
He notices runes glowing along the walls in a firey color. Suddenly, spirits appear and begin chanting that can be heard from anywhere in the underworld.
"The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead. The king is dead..."
One begins chanting just as loud as all of the others combined. "The King Below has met his fate. From this plane we seperate. The King Below has met his fate. From this plane we seperate..."
The entire underground begins shaking, as it prepares to seperate from this mortal world.
Balatro looks around, panicked, and begins sprinting to the palace as fast as his bones can carry him.
Assuming he does some teleporting (otherwise it's thousands of miles), he arrives at the palace, which has its windows glowing. 8 pillars of flame surround the palace, with 8 tiefling figures inside them-- the warlocks still loyal to Faltros. A 9th pillar stems up from the palace itself.
“WHAT IS HAPPENING????” Balatro runs to the throne room.
The palace's murals have Faltros's face scratched out, as well as anyone but depictions of other gods like Cogintius. In the throne room lies a pile of ash, and the sword of flame, sputtering on and off.
Balatro stares into the flame, its red light illuminating the ridges of his skull. Then, his face setting, he reaches forward and grabs the hilt.
It sparks at his touch, and the flame turns a completely pure red. A voice whispers in Balatro's mind. "Traitor." A quick series of images flashes, showing Faltros becoming his true form, being about to kill Kagorax, Cog appearing and the entirety of his death. Lastly, it shows the image of Balatro teleporting away, and Happy's supposed death.
Balatro gasps and almost lets go, but manages to keep his grip. “No.” He growls. “I can redeem myself.”
More images appear. Faltros saving Balatro from Plague Keep, all of Faltros and his minions gathered together, and then the image cracks and goes back to Balatro fleeing and Faltros's ashes.
“No! I can do it! I’ll avenge you! I SWEAR IT!” He yells, lifting the fiery blade.
The blade goes silent, although Balatro swears he feels someone watching from beyond this world in interest.
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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
Cog has figured out what is happening, and has teleported out of the underworld. He disguises himself as a frail old man (so himself but not godly lol), and begins his journey back to the City of Order.
The underworld is still shaking. Soon it shall be free of this plane.
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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
She seems suspicious of him. "Have you heard the tale of the Dollmaker? He had fangs like yours. He was also similarly beautiful. And rich. And powerful. He would lobotomize my people, turning them into brainless monsters made of stitched flesh. He ate their children. Drank their blood." She stares at him coldly. "So, what are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*what on earth is happy’s plan?!?*
"Leave. You are not welcome here." She winces and clutches her arm, which is starting to bleed profusely. "You are no better than the men in black ambulances, mercilessly taking flesh from those who could not defend themselves. You are worse than the spice merchants, taking pleasure and power from the fears and sufferings of others."
Gore dribbles out of her plump lips, causing her lipstick to run.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, getting personal already. I am a Vampire Lord, which means I am a Vampire. I assume you know what that means. Also, if I wanted to lobotomize your people it would be done by now. It's not as if you have the power to stop me. Also I don't eat children, not enough meat on their bones." He chuckles at the last part, obviously a joke "If you want me to leave and never come back I will."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I think I know happy’s plan. By antagonizing mortals, he wishes to push them to their limits and possibly even rebel against the wills, turning them into the new leaders of the world. Or at least put them in a position of power, so that they aren’t completely at the wills’ mercy*
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!”
*He plans to help mortals, and that means that he causes strife and madness. He plans to bring the mortals together, against an evil god, which is him.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Exactly, and he wishes to do that by being the villain the story needs. Shaping to fit such a role.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Don't touch my mortals and you will be welcome. They have suffered long and hard for a chance at freedom and hope. I am nothing but a manifestation of those." She shrugs and looks away, her chubby face beautiful in the fading sunset. "I know you could destroy me with a twitch of your finger, but I just want there to be no miscommunication between us. If you were the Dollmaker, I would have no choice but to fight you to my death."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I have no idea what that means. Also I don’t take flesh. I use my own!” They rips the flesh off his draconic arm, molding it into an unholy shape, before tossing it to the ground where it grows in size, become a chimaera “See!?”
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!”
“If I was the Dollmaker I wouldn’t waste my time trying to flirt with you.” He winks at her again, clinking his teeth and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He then begins to rest, truly chillin in his lounge chair now
"That is not the point!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "You're... hurting... us..." she wheezes.
"You are a violator. You would break someone's soul and claim you've done nothing wrong. I give you one last warning: leave."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No! I can do it! I’ll avenge you! I SWEAR IT!” He yells, lifting the fiery blade.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey, I’m not trying to stop him, just protecting my own.😁*
"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
Savut is frantically sealing her rivers and withering her trees, as the savotra retreat to the Tower, the beetles enter the closing fissures to nest beneath the earth, and the pagidons wilt away. She is clearly terrified of Coginitius coming back and seeing what she’s done, to the point that it’s overcoming her natural instinct to protect her new best in time for Metamorphosis.
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 unwittingly dancing right into Happy’s hands, thank you for your participation.*
*So, don’t bother rping anymore, got it*
"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 blade goes silent, although Balatro swears he feels someone watching from beyond this world in interest.
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
Cog has figured out what is happening, and has teleported out of the underworld. He disguises himself as a frail old man (so himself but not godly lol), and begins his journey back to the City of Order.
The underworld is still shaking. Soon it shall be free of this plane.
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
*actually, gtg*
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