*Balatro is outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
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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 outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
*Well those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
*Balatro is outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
*Well those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
It’s basically just a long wooden shack with several tables for simple games such as roulette, craps, etc. Rulundra is sitting at the central table, shuffling a ragged deck with great skill. They look up at the man, emeralds glinting.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
*Well those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
It’s basically just a long wooden shack with several tables for simple games such as roulette, craps, etc. Rulundra is sitting at the central table, shuffling a ragged deck with great skill. They look up at the man, emeralds glinting.
He decides to put his wine down onto the table and take a seat at the table Rulundra is at. He smiles at him “Hello there, I assume this is your establishment here my friend?”
*Balatro is outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
*Well those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
It’s basically just a long wooden shack with several tables for simple games such as roulette, craps, etc. Rulundra is sitting at the central table, shuffling a ragged deck with great skill. They look up at the man, emeralds glinting.
He decides to put his wine down onto the table and take a seat at the table Rulundra is at. He smiles at him “Hello there, I assume this is your establishment here my friend?”
They nod.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
*Well those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
It’s basically just a long wooden shack with several tables for simple games such as roulette, craps, etc. Rulundra is sitting at the central table, shuffling a ragged deck with great skill. They look up at the man, emeralds glinting.
He decides to put his wine down onto the table and take a seat at the table Rulundra is at. He smiles at him “Hello there, I assume this is your establishment here my friend?”
Happy Chaos is with his army of altered, causing as much visible destruction as he possibly can, hoping that his plan works in breaking the unshakable faith the mortals have, and hoping that his death will complete such a process.
The Nameless King has built a home for himself along with a few hundred mortals atop a mountain summit, thinking of the name of such a place as he rests himself.
Slayer is doing what he usually does, which is looking for things that interest him in any way, because he’s currently bored out of his mind, maybe he’ll stop playing games with women and actually look for a real relationship, but probably not.
The Frenzy has steadily absorbed all the life in a region of the world, turning it into a golden flaming wasteland, a golden blazing eye in the center. *Not going to intro the rest for the sake of space, if you want someone different just say so.*
Happy Chaos is with his army of altered, causing as much visible destruction as he possibly can, hoping that his plan works in breaking the unshakable faith the mortals have, and hoping that his death will complete such a process.
Szerucharz approaches from the distance, his four eyes gleaming like hateful, discolored suns in the pitch black under his top hat. He's larger than most mountains, and is dragging a pigsplitter big enough to crush a city block behind him. The sky grows dark, and it begins to rain red wine. "Fetid imps, the lot of you. The mortals will thank me for putting your kind down."
Happy Chaos is with his army of altered, causing as much visible destruction as he possibly can, hoping that his plan works in breaking the unshakable faith the mortals have, and hoping that his death will complete such a process.
Szerucharz approaches from the distance, his four eyes gleaming like hateful, discolored suns in the pitch black under his top hat. He's larger than most mountains, and is dragging a pigsplitter big enough to crush a city block behind him. The sky grows dark, and it begins to rain red wine. "Fetid imps, the lot of you. The mortals will thank me for putting your kind down."
Happy Chaos stands in their line of view, his hands behind his back, shaking his head “Don’t do that, they wouldn’t die unless you destroy their souls, and if you destroy their souls I’ll kill you.” His voice is solemn and cold, his eyes dead inside “I don’t want to kill you, I want to die for the sake of the mortals of the world.”
*Balatro is outside the underworld with Faltros’s sword and Rulundra has built a casino near the city of peace that invites any mortal willing to make bad decisions*
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, I... I like it here. I think I would like to stay, if it isn't too much hassle." Orchid turns back to Save, smiling.
*I could definitely see these two having an interesting dynamic.*
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 those are interest aren’t they.*
A strange man in a suit with crimson detailing and a glass of wine walks into Rulundra’s casino. He looks around with mild interest as he walks around the casino, he chuckles to himself, radiating the power of a will.
She smiles at Orchid. “Excellent.”
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’s basically just a long wooden shack with several tables for simple games such as roulette, craps, etc. Rulundra is sitting at the central table, shuffling a ragged deck with great skill. They look up at the man, emeralds glinting.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thank you. I'm still trying to get my bearings. Maybe I could learn a thing or two about this whole Greater Will thing from 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)
He decides to put his wine down onto the table and take a seat at the table Rulundra is at. He smiles at him “Hello there, I assume this is your establishment here my friend?”
“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot.” Savut’s eyes shine their characteristic poisonous green.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They nod.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*dinner is nice*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Well let’s play then.”.
Orchid notices Savut's eyes, but doesn't say anything. "I'm eager to learn."
*Would it be a good idea for the two to form a Mythos?*
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)
*probably not yet*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Alrighty then. What do you suppose the two do now?*
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)
*idk i assumed this would be the end of the interaction*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Works for me. Perhaps we can continue their tale another time...*
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)
Happy Chaos is with his army of altered, causing as much visible destruction as he possibly can, hoping that his plan works in breaking the unshakable faith the mortals have, and hoping that his death will complete such a process.
The Nameless King has built a home for himself along with a few hundred mortals atop a mountain summit, thinking of the name of such a place as he rests himself.
Slayer is doing what he usually does, which is looking for things that interest him in any way, because he’s currently bored out of his mind, maybe he’ll stop playing games with women and actually look for a real relationship, but probably not.
The Frenzy has steadily absorbed all the life in a region of the world, turning it into a golden flaming wasteland, a golden blazing eye in the center. *Not going to intro the rest for the sake of space, if you want someone different just say so.*
Szerucharz approaches from the distance, his four eyes gleaming like hateful, discolored suns in the pitch black under his top hat. He's larger than most mountains, and is dragging a pigsplitter big enough to crush a city block behind him. The sky grows dark, and it begins to rain red wine. "Fetid imps, the lot of you. The mortals will thank me for putting your kind down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Happy Chaos stands in their line of view, his hands behind his back, shaking his head “Don’t do that, they wouldn’t die unless you destroy their souls, and if you destroy their souls I’ll kill you.” His voice is solemn and cold, his eyes dead inside “I don’t want to kill you, I want to die for the sake of the mortals of the world.”
*Also if Szerucharz can make it rain red wine then they are going to be best friends with Slayer. Like that would be absolute besties.*