"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
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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.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
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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.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
"Yeah, I guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
Korzirak is within his kingdom, monitoring and aiding his people in some expanding.
Laas the Skull of Life and Dinok the Skull of Undeath as traversing the surface world. Laas is rejuvenating the land and healing those that need it. Dinok is collecting any stray souls that can't move on.
Xezithic has reached the ocean, and dives down into it. Its massive primordial power begins to aid in the swift evolution of the life currently under the water.
Rendy is traveling around the world. With each new location he enters, he begins to adapt to it and then creates a new variant of Derendians. Rendy himself is looking to make more friends.
Two lesser wills have begun to fight each other, the conflict provoked by claims that the other have been attacking their followers, which has led to retaliation that has ultimately boiled over into all out war. From the shadows, a figure watches the conflict with a smug smirk. It seems even the gods of this world can be easily fooled in their arrogance, good information to know once his plan to consolidate power with the others comes to fruition. As one Will falls and the other is barely left standing, the shadowy figure would disappear, preparing for his next test of his abilities.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
*And allow Cog and Faltros to introduce themselves lol*
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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
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
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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
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
"yep. where have you been so far?"
"I have seen the underworld, which seems to be about to undergo some sort of change. I have seen the Kingdom of Duality, the City of Order, and wandered around this world. I even remember some of the beings of this realm, which makes sense-- returning as demons is not an unseen event by me throughout all of time."
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
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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.
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
"yep. where have you been so far?"
"I have seen the underworld, which seems to be about to undergo some sort of change. I have seen the Kingdom of Duality, the City of Order, and wandered around this world. I even remember some of the beings of this realm, which makes sense-- returning as demons is not an unseen event by me throughout all of time."
"true enough. did you see tempor? it should have been somewhere between an embryo and a newborn at that point."
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
He thinks of what this could mean, then sets his mind to summoning a replica of his sword.
*Assuming since Baalz created this afterlife, he would determine what happens here, so I'll wait for him*
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
"yep. where have you been so far?"
"I have seen the underworld, which seems to be about to undergo some sort of change. I have seen the Kingdom of Duality, the City of Order, and wandered around this world. I even remember some of the beings of this realm, which makes sense-- returning as demons is not an unseen event by me throughout all of time."
"true enough. did you see tempor? he should have been somewhere between an embryo and a newborn at that point."
It seems to think. "Ah, yes. The child. I find it somewhat amusing that one being of time is dedicated to order and the other chaos. I imagine that if one had not faded away before the other managed to finally manifest, the two would have had interesting interactions."
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
He thinks of what this could mean, then sets his mind to summoning a replica of his sword.
*Assuming since Baalz created this afterlife, he would determine what happens here, so I'll wait for him*
*No this is the Unseen World. It’s been consuming souls for a while now*
The shape of the blade appears in his hand, but it bears the same external qualities as every element of this strange, caustic world. “Now, merely look through the vapors of deception.”
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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.
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
He thinks of what this could mean, then sets his mind to summoning a replica of his sword.
*Assuming since Baalz created this afterlife, he would determine what happens here, so I'll wait for him*
*No this is the Unseen World. It’s been consuming souls for a while now*
The shape of the blade appears in his hand, but it bears the same external qualities as every element of this strange, caustic world. “Now, merely look through the vapors of deception.”
*Ohhhhh*
He imagines it firmer, unaffected by this strange place.
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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
Cogintius is tending to whatever wounds and diseases citizens of the city might have. The elders are still looking for him.
Faltros is ashes. In the afterlife, it seems he may be a corpse for what will feel like eternity.
The void floats above Plague Keep's ruins, curious of what caused its demise.
Balatro is still in the underworld, trying to glean some insight from his master’s sword.
The afterlife where Faltros now dwells is nightmarish. A chaotic, infinite melange of chaotic matter swirls on all sides of the King of Evil. Colors flash in mindless, dizzying arrays that would make Electric Soldier Porygon weep from insignificance. Visions of growing crystals, grasping hands, staring eyes, and flowing rivers surround him. Then, a familiar, rasping voice echoes out.
”You were warned… were you not?”
The sword provides no information. The underworld chants, continuing to tell Balatro to get out.
He doesn't like as smug as he normally does, having realized the gravity of his situation. "How are you here?"
Hesitantly, Balatro teleports out of the underworld.
“The inside of the body can hear the words of the being.”
I'll write the post later.
"Still speaking in riddles? I have no time for your pathetic warnings now that I have perished."
“Still do you misunderstand. There is no other time. Once you see through the glamour of this place, its true nature will reveal itself. You no longer have earthly limitations in this place, and already wert thou a titan among men in life. Look with truer eyes.”
"I already know of this place, fool. I will become a corpse for an extremely long time."
“NO. There is no corpse. You have been sundered in triune. Nothing can limit you within this place except myself and the counterpart. Look with truer eyes and your existence in this place may amount to something further.”
He thinks. "Do you mean that I still have my Will abilities, despite my death?"
“Not exactly. But you are following a proper path. Ignore the tyranny of sense. By will alone you must set your mind in motion.”
He thinks of what this could mean, then sets his mind to summoning a replica of his sword.
*Assuming since Baalz created this afterlife, he would determine what happens here, so I'll wait for him*
*No this is the Unseen World. It’s been consuming souls for a while now*
The shape of the blade appears in his hand, but it bears the same external qualities as every element of this strange, caustic world. “Now, merely look through the vapors of deception.”
*Ohhhhh*
He imagines it firmer, unaffected by this strange place.
It… doesn’t work. The voice of The UNKNOWABLE has taken on an angry quality. “Are you as deaf to wisdom as you are blind to the truth of this place? It is not in the further sculpting of illusions, but in the pursuit of revelation that you shall find some modicum of an answer.”
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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.
The void is pondering the nature of space outside of this planet. It's a vacuum, much like itself, so it sounds like something it would enjoy. It teleports into the cosmos, above the earth.
a voice like the booming of thunder comes from the cloud below it. "huh, someone above me. you don't see that every day."
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
"yep. where have you been so far?"
"I have seen the underworld, which seems to be about to undergo some sort of change. I have seen the Kingdom of Duality, the City of Order, and wandered around this world. I even remember some of the beings of this realm, which makes sense-- returning as demons is not an unseen event by me throughout all of time."
"true enough. did you see tempor? it should have been somewhere between an embryo and a newborn at that point."
It seems to think. "Ah, yes. The child. I find it somewhat amusing that one being of time is dedicated to order and the other chaos. I imagine that if one had not faded away before the other managed to finally manifest, the two would have had interesting interactions."
"it told me about the other, then said something about eternal cycles. I imagine so."
Orchid takes a seat, looking around.
"I suppose that makes sense. No kingdom or realm is built in a day."
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)
“Well, technically Mephilia built her kingdom in a day… but that’s unrelated. What is important is that you’re in a new and fabulous stage of changing and confirming your own identity. Finding your niche is an exciting thing for any Will to embark upon.”
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 guess this is kinda a big deal. I mean, I like plants..." There is a pause as Orchid thinks. "...and apparently not much else of note. Not that I've figured out, anyways."
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)
“Most likely, that’s a sign of your domain forming within your psychological development. You seem to bear a fair amount of power over smaller flora like flowers and grasses, and that could possibly lead to a portfolio of medicine, agriculture, or natural beauty.”
*This is basically Will career consultation lmao*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Medicine and agriculture sound interesting... maybe some magic? I'm kinda figuring it out as I go. How did you find your niche?"
*Yeah lol. I could imagine this taking a turn if Savut decides to try recruiting Orchid- which probably wouldn't be very hard.*
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)
Korzirak is within his kingdom, monitoring and aiding his people in some expanding.
Laas the Skull of Life and Dinok the Skull of Undeath as traversing the surface world. Laas is rejuvenating the land and healing those that need it. Dinok is collecting any stray souls that can't move on.
Xezithic has reached the ocean, and dives down into it. Its massive primordial power begins to aid in the swift evolution of the life currently under the water.
Rendy is traveling around the world. With each new location he enters, he begins to adapt to it and then creates a new variant of Derendians. Rendy himself is looking to make more friends.
Two lesser wills have begun to fight each other, the conflict provoked by claims that the other have been attacking their followers, which has led to retaliation that has ultimately boiled over into all out war. From the shadows, a figure watches the conflict with a smug smirk. It seems even the gods of this world can be easily fooled in their arrogance, good information to know once his plan to consolidate power with the others comes to fruition. As one Will falls and the other is barely left standing, the shadowy figure would disappear, preparing for his next test of his abilities.
*And allow Cog and Faltros to introduce themselves lol*
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
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
A voice echoes in the being's mind. "I am simply exploring this world. It is quite vast."
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
"yep. where have you been so far?"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"I have seen the underworld, which seems to be about to undergo some sort of change. I have seen the Kingdom of Duality, the City of Order, and wandered around this world. I even remember some of the beings of this realm, which makes sense-- returning as demons is not an unseen event by me throughout all of time."
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"true enough. did you see tempor? it should have been somewhere between an embryo and a newborn at that point."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
He thinks of what this could mean, then sets his mind to summoning a replica of his sword.
*Assuming since Baalz created this afterlife, he would determine what happens here, so I'll wait for him*
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
It seems to think. "Ah, yes. The child. I find it somewhat amusing that one being of time is dedicated to order and the other chaos. I imagine that if one had not faded away before the other managed to finally manifest, the two would have had interesting interactions."
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
*No this is the Unseen World. It’s been consuming souls for a while now*
The shape of the blade appears in his hand, but it bears the same external qualities as every element of this strange, caustic world. “Now, merely look through the vapors of deception.”
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 titanous Nameless King has built a small kingdoms on a nearby mountain summit, resting near the edge, many mortals gathered around him.
They find a mansion that feels to leak dark power, although it also seems empty.
*Ohhhhh*
He imagines it firmer, unaffected by this strange place.
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
It… doesn’t work. The voice of The UNKNOWABLE has taken on an angry quality. “Are you as deaf to wisdom as you are blind to the truth of this place? It is not in the further sculpting of illusions, but in the pursuit of revelation that you shall find some modicum of an answer.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"it told me about the other, then said something about eternal cycles. I imagine so."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye