*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Completely non lethal btw. Although it does dust the landscape to an absolute wasteland with magical power.*
*Szeru is not going to be happy about that.*
*Well every mortal around does survive the blast. It is meant to cause damage but not kill anyone.*
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
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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.
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.”
His eyes shine even brighter, the light nearly blinding. "I wasn't talking about the Altered." He raises the ludicrously oversized cleaver over his head. "You've got good in you, deep down. I'm glad you realize what has to happen."
“Unfortunately I can’t die without a fight.” He reaches for his revolver, but remembers that it was taken by the snow angel. He hold out a hand and a bright blue magic sigil appears above them “I’m sorry about this one. Good luck.” A pillar of light blasts down on them. 3,000 power points. 104
The Great One's stance breaks slightly, weakening his blow. But it's abundantly clear before the cleaver even strikes: this isn't meant to be a fight. It's meant to be a murder.
10,000 power points. 10353
The ground shatters, creating a ravine where the blade struck. Altered and debris go flying all over the wastes.
(if the roll doesn't work, take the average:10350)
The blade sticks deep into his shoulder with a violent explosion of force. He shouts “I said kill me! Try harder!” He takes the power he gave from the universal will, proving this will be his final fight. Hundreds of blue digits appear around Szerucharz and all blast heavy beams at the same time with unrelenting intensity, he says softly right before they blast “Deus Ex Machina”. 20,000 power points. 671
The enormous being staggers back, taking a knee. Then he begins to laugh as he pushes himself back to his feet. "Have a little faith, morsel. I wouldn't suffer a traitor like you to live a moment more."
90,000 power points. 12105
He reaches into the sky, piercing the cosmos. He rips something out of a hole in the sky, and a torrent of caustic, rotting red liquid roars down from the heavens. "You are the type to beat and scream at their child with the excuse of 'making them stronger.'"
He hurls the fistful of meteors he grabbed toward Happy Chaos. "The type to kill themselves rather than face the consequences of their actions."
While the moon-sized projectiles block vision, he lunges with his fork, attempting to impale Happy and pin him to the earth. "But you don't even have the strength or consideration for that, eh? You decided you'd make someone else suffer for your own weakness again instead of dealing with the real problem."
On a successful pin, he drags his long tongue along Happy's chest. "You aren't even worth skinning, let alone eating."
(Average is 405000)
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 364
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
*Completely non lethal btw. Although it does dust the landscape to an absolute wasteland with magical power.*
*Szeru is not going to be happy about that.*
*Well every mortal around does survive the blast. It is meant to cause damage but not kill anyone.*
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
*Yeah, luckily Happy Chaos is insane. He was never meant to be a leader, because he’s crazy, he never should’ve been placed in a leader position, he tried to actively avoid that.*
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
Rulundra is hanging out in his makeshift casino in the desert.
The door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
Korzirak is resting in the Twilight Grove. Meanwhile, Tenebrous and Splendor are flourishing as the Shadow Skull Vokun and the Light Skull Hezkun are watching over the Concordia.
The Life Skull Laas and the Undeath Skull Dinok are drawn to the large group of humans and the battle between Szerucharz and Happy.
Xezithic is traversing the ocean, exploring and enhancing the life of the already existing creatures by infusing them with elemental potential.
The Elemental Quartet as still helping the rats out.
A man in simple traveling clothes is traversing the valley, exploring and talking to the people there.
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Unfortunately I can’t die without a fight.” He reaches for his revolver, but remembers that it was taken by the snow angel. He hold out a hand and a bright blue magic sigil appears above them “I’m sorry about this one. Good luck.” A pillar of light blasts down on them. 3,000 power points. 104
The Great One's stance breaks slightly, weakening his blow. But it's abundantly clear before the cleaver even strikes: this isn't meant to be a fight. It's meant to be a murder.
10,000 power points. 10353
The ground shatters, creating a ravine where the blade struck. Altered and debris go flying all over the wastes.
(if the roll doesn't work, take the average:10350)
The blade sticks deep into his shoulder with a violent explosion of force. He shouts “I said kill me! Try harder!” He takes the power he gave from the universal will, proving this will be his final fight. Hundreds of blue digits appear around Szerucharz and all blast heavy beams at the same time with unrelenting intensity, he says softly right before they blast “Deus Ex Machina”. 20,000 power points. 671
The enormous being staggers back, taking a knee. Then he begins to laugh as he pushes himself back to his feet. "Have a little faith, morsel. I wouldn't suffer a traitor like you to live a moment more."
90,000 power points. 12105
He reaches into the sky, piercing the cosmos. He rips something out of a hole in the sky, and a torrent of caustic, rotting red liquid roars down from the heavens. "You are the type to beat and scream at their child with the excuse of 'making them stronger.'"
He hurls the fistful of meteors he grabbed toward Happy Chaos. "The type to kill themselves rather than face the consequences of their actions."
While the moon-sized projectiles block vision, he lunges with his fork, attempting to impale Happy and pin him to the earth. "But you don't even have the strength or consideration for that, eh? You decided you'd make someone else suffer for your own weakness again instead of dealing with the real problem."
On a successful pin, he drags his long tongue along Happy's chest. "You aren't even worth skinning, let alone eating."
(Average is 405000)
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 326
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
Cogintius is finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
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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
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
*Completely non lethal btw. Although it does dust the landscape to an absolute wasteland with magical power.*
*Szeru is not going to be happy about that.*
*Well every mortal around does survive the blast. It is meant to cause damage but not kill anyone.*
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
*Yeah, luckily Happy Chaos is insane. He was never meant to be a leader, because he’s crazy, he never should’ve been placed in a leader position, he tried to actively avoid that.*
*I can see why. Well, I doubt either party cares at this point, eh? I don't plan on Szerucharz killing often, since his power is not enough to just kill anyone who acts up (and let's be honest that would be super boring if he just killed everyone), but you know, Happy was kind of asking for it. I mean that literally.*
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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.
“Unfortunately I can’t die without a fight.” He reaches for his revolver, but remembers that it was taken by the snow angel. He hold out a hand and a bright blue magic sigil appears above them “I’m sorry about this one. Good luck.” A pillar of light blasts down on them. 3,000 power points. 104
The Great One's stance breaks slightly, weakening his blow. But it's abundantly clear before the cleaver even strikes: this isn't meant to be a fight. It's meant to be a murder.
10,000 power points. 10353
The ground shatters, creating a ravine where the blade struck. Altered and debris go flying all over the wastes.
(if the roll doesn't work, take the average:10350)
The blade sticks deep into his shoulder with a violent explosion of force. He shouts “I said kill me! Try harder!” He takes the power he gave from the universal will, proving this will be his final fight. Hundreds of blue digits appear around Szerucharz and all blast heavy beams at the same time with unrelenting intensity, he says softly right before they blast “Deus Ex Machina”. 20,000 power points. 671
The enormous being staggers back, taking a knee. Then he begins to laugh as he pushes himself back to his feet. "Have a little faith, morsel. I wouldn't suffer a traitor like you to live a moment more."
90,000 power points. 12105
He reaches into the sky, piercing the cosmos. He rips something out of a hole in the sky, and a torrent of caustic, rotting red liquid roars down from the heavens. "You are the type to beat and scream at their child with the excuse of 'making them stronger.'"
He hurls the fistful of meteors he grabbed toward Happy Chaos. "The type to kill themselves rather than face the consequences of their actions."
While the moon-sized projectiles block vision, he lunges with his fork, attempting to impale Happy and pin him to the earth. "But you don't even have the strength or consideration for that, eh? You decided you'd make someone else suffer for your own weakness again instead of dealing with the real problem."
On a successful pin, he drags his long tongue along Happy's chest. "You aren't even worth skinning, let alone eating."
(Average is 405000)
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 326
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
As Happy Chaos dies, all around the world something changes, the altered reverting back to their previous form, although they have something still different about them, a remnant of Happy Chaos’s power allowing them to be healthier, stronger, faster. There are no changes to their mental states though, the only remaining Altered being Asuka, who for some reason didn’t change back, maintaining his magical power as well as his cat ears.
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
Rulundra is hanging out in their makeshift casino in the desert.
The door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
Rulundra tilts their head slightly, grabs their knife from off the table, and stabs it beternal their withered lips. They drag the knife across their mouth, cutting the red stitches that bind them to silence. Finally, they pull the knife out and let it fall to the floor. “Didn’t know anyone owned it. But since you’re here, why not take a moment and play a round? What do you have to lose?”
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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.
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
*Completely non lethal btw. Although it does dust the landscape to an absolute wasteland with magical power.*
*Szeru is not going to be happy about that.*
*Well every mortal around does survive the blast. It is meant to cause damage but not kill anyone.*
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
*Yeah, luckily Happy Chaos is insane. He was never meant to be a leader, because he’s crazy, he never should’ve been placed in a leader position, he tried to actively avoid that.*
*I can see why. Well, I doubt either party cares at this point, eh? I don't plan on Szerucharz killing often, since his power is not enough to just kill anyone who acts up (and let's be honest that would be super boring if he just killed everyone), but you know, Happy was kind of asking for it. I mean that literally.*
*He was exactly asking for it. He has doNe what he wanted to, implanting a slight idea of fear for wills. Anyway I like Szerucharz, a very cool character that Slayer would definitely be friends with.*
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
a dust storm kicks up "what are you doing, freind?"
"Harvesting my desert. I've need for the materials." He says as he collects a tumbleweed.
"for what?"
"Due to recent events, I've realized I need a true artifact. I've been too content to mind my own business but I know now that I need to be armed so I can continue to go about my own affairs unharmed. Most folks here ain't as polite as I'd like." He reaches into a nest of fire ants and the colony swarms up his skeletal arm into his poncho.
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
*Howdy y'all. I have a dance later tonight so I'm pleased as punch.*
It is an especially hot day in Crotalus's desert. The heat wiggles the horizons and bakes the stones. The sands sizzle and all the waste critters seek shade touched nooks for comfort. It's the sort of day that you know Crotalus is walking through his land.
The desert god roams the cactus fields, plucking needles from the plants. With a dagger made of sunlight, he harvests the longest, thorniest branches of the desert. He reaches under sun baked boulders to pull rattlesnakes and scorpions from their den. He plucks the hair from a sleeping coyote's tail, gathers a hat full of sand, and harvests the black widow's web. He's collecting fragments of the desert, but why?
A colossus with an equally gargantuan swordspear is walking through the desert, the mane of his armor grazing the ground, each step making a groove in the ground as he walks. The desert shakes with every steps he takes, his armor rumbling as he moves. A giant storm follows the man, lightning striking his body as he moves.
Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
"I said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
Cogintius is finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
The UNKNOWABLE has grown frustrated and is refusing to give guidance to 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.
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Crotalus looks up as he approaches. "Howdy," he says in a sandstorm voice, "What brings you round these parts?"
*Regardless, that's some pretty bad stewardship on Happy's part. Szeru has some insane belief that Wills should care for their creations or just not make them in the first place.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grins as blood leaks from his mouth “Adorable, you don’t even understand my insanity, you mistake it for cowardice. I know I have made a mistake, but I’d rather die knowing that mistake will make this world a better one, than go back on it like a true coward. I will die knowing that this world is one protected by truly kind wills, and despite my hate of those like you, I am proud you exist.” One gargantuan sigil appears above the both of them, growing bigger and bigger until it consumes the entire sky in a divine blue before it blasts down on the both of them with instant destruction “Goodbye, do me the favor of keeping them safe for me at least.” The beam blasts down. 10,000. 364
*Thank you kindly.* He looks down at them, bringing his blade to his side “Travel brings me here. I simply seek to see this world for all it is.”
*Yeah, luckily Happy Chaos is insane. He was never meant to be a leader, because he’s crazy, he never should’ve been placed in a leader position, he tried to actively avoid that.*
The door to the casino swings open and the wide horned shadow of the desert god falls across the floor. The air sizzles with heat. "Howdy," he says with a tip of his cowboy hat. "I don't recall seeing you round here before. Let me introduce myself. I'm Crotalus, lord of pain, famine, struggle, honesty, and god of this here desert. Might I ask what you're doing here on private property?"
*Well that part was slightly obvious. It is what it is though.*
Korzirak is resting in the Twilight Grove. Meanwhile, Tenebrous and Splendor are flourishing as the Shadow Skull Vokun and the Light Skull Hezkun are watching over the Concordia.
The Life Skull Laas and the Undeath Skull Dinok are drawn to the large group of humans and the battle between Szerucharz and Happy.
Xezithic is traversing the ocean, exploring and enhancing the life of the already existing creatures by infusing them with elemental potential.
The Elemental Quartet as still helping the rats out.
A man in simple traveling clothes is traversing the valley, exploring and talking to the people there.
"That's a noble task to set yurself on. There's a lot to see in this here desert." He says with a sweep of his skeletal arms. "No one knows it better than I."
Szerucharz grins through the immense pain. "This isn't goodbye, imp. Consider it the first of a great many hellos." He giggles. "But... your request isn't unreasonable."
He falls forward to the charred ground after Happy dies, wheezing in agony and unable to keep up his monstrous facade. "[G-GP], that hurt... but I guess we're not done yet, are we?" He sighs, talking to no one in particular.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Cogintius is finishing up his book in the T.O.M. "The Mysterious Nature of Greater Wills."
Faltros is in the realm of the Unknowable, attempting to learn to take control of his surroundings.
The void floats high above the Earth. It slowly floats down to watch Szerucharz and Happy Chaos fight.
Those in the desert begin to notice strange illusions appearing of oasises and safe spots. However, they seem to always be the same distance away, and only Wills can tell they are fake.
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
“Because it isn’t interesting doesn’t mean it’s not good my friend.” He sits on the ground, causing the ground to shake with his body.
*I can see why. Well, I doubt either party cares at this point, eh? I don't plan on Szerucharz killing often, since his power is not enough to just kill anyone who acts up (and let's be honest that would be super boring if he just killed everyone), but you know, Happy was kind of asking for it. I mean that literally.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As Happy Chaos dies, all around the world something changes, the altered reverting back to their previous form, although they have something still different about them, a remnant of Happy Chaos’s power allowing them to be healthier, stronger, faster. There are no changes to their mental states though, the only remaining Altered being Asuka, who for some reason didn’t change back, maintaining his magical power as well as his cat ears.
Rulundra tilts their head slightly, grabs their knife from off the table, and stabs it beternal their withered lips. They drag the knife across their mouth, cutting the red stitches that bind them to silence. Finally, they pull the knife out and let it fall to the floor. “Didn’t know anyone owned it. But since you’re here, why not take a moment and play a round? What do you have to lose?”
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 said nothing of the sort." He tilts his horned head in confusion, "Why did you set out on such a quest?"
*He was exactly asking for it. He has doNe what he wanted to, implanting a slight idea of fear for wills. Anyway I like Szerucharz, a very cool character that Slayer would definitely be friends with.*
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
“Because the mortals of the world need a place slightly more safe than a village in the nowhere.” He picks them up and places them on his shoulder.
The UNKNOWABLE has grown frustrated and is refusing to give guidance to 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.