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?”
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
“Nothing. It’s just a game.” Rulundra reaches out and lifts their ragged deck. The clavicles hanging from their hat clink quietly. “Wanna play?”
"I reckon I can spare the time." He strides over and pulls out a chair. "How permanent is this establishment of yours?"
“I could move it if need be. But I doubt any of the cities up north will let me in.” Rulundra slides two cards to Crotalus.
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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.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
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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.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
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?”
He stands for a moment, as still and silent as the dead, then he speaks in a rattlesnake's whisper, "What is there to win?"
“Nothing. It’s just a game.” Rulundra reaches out and lifts their ragged deck. The clavicles hanging from their hat clink quietly. “Wanna play?”
"I reckon I can spare the time." He strides over and pulls out a chair. "How permanent is this establishment of yours?"
“I could move it if need be. But I doubt any of the cities up north will let me in.” Rulundra slides two cards to Crotalus.
"I ain't opposed to letting you stay. I'm a god of honesty after all. If I'm completely honest, fortunes are fickle things and lies abound in the world. This here casino could be an example of that." He takes the cards. "But I have to know what your goals are. Why are you here? Why do you run a casino? What is your purpose?"
"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.
"I'm always welcome those in need. It's usually a question of whether or not they want to stay."
“Well I am actually building a kingdom atop a mountain, and you seem upright so would you like to come?”
"I've got this here desert to tend to. This land's my home and my domain. I 'ppreciate the offer though."
“I understand, everyone has their own realm to keep safe. I should make sure mine is protected.” He stand up and begins his walk once more.
"If you'll excuse me, I ought to get back to work." He says as he peels a lightning bolt from the sky and ties it around his waist as a belt.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
*I'm good with now!*
Happy Chaos wakes up on a wooden table so large that he can just barely see its edge over the horizon. It seems to be lit electrically. Scattered bones and True Artifacts litter the "landscape."
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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.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
*I'm good with now!*
Happy Chaos wakes up on a wooden table so large that he can just barely see its edge over the horizon. It seems to be lit electrically. Scattered bones and True Artifacts litter the "landscape."
He puts his hands on his face, mumbling to himself “How did I manage to survive. This always happens.” He sits down and feels at his halo, feeling that as the only original part of him.
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
*I'm good with now!*
Happy Chaos wakes up on a wooden table so large that he can just barely see its edge over the horizon. It seems to be lit electrically. Scattered bones and True Artifacts litter the "landscape."
He puts his hands on his face, mumbling to himself “How did I manage to survive. This always happens.” He sits down and feels at his halo, feeling that as the only original part of him.
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
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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.
The temperature inside of the greenhouse rises dramatically. A tall, skeletal figure in a poncho steps inside. Lightning spurred boots scuff the dirt and a cowboy hat rests in-between the horns of his longhorn skull head. "Mighty green house you've got here."
Szerucharz is making puppets in the images of the currently relevant Wills. He's going to be doing this for a while, but he needs time to recover anyway. The Happy Chaos puppet has the actual halo of the original, taken from the afterlife like so many of Szerucharz's relics and toys.
*Is this puppet sentient? Like not capable of gaining power points but at least a part of the person it used to be? Like who they were, slightly molded? I’m just saying I want to play Happy Chaos more because I love him.*
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
*I'm good with now!*
Happy Chaos wakes up on a wooden table so large that he can just barely see its edge over the horizon. It seems to be lit electrically. Scattered bones and True Artifacts litter the "landscape."
He puts his hands on his face, mumbling to himself “How did I manage to survive. This always happens.” He sits down and feels at his halo, feeling that as the only original part of him.
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Already here! I have no idea what any of it is, to be honest, but I thought you might like access to it." He places down what looks to be a life-sized dollhouse version of the two buildings put together, opening them up as he does so. "Quite interesting books, I must say. Not anything in my preferred genres, but still very nice."
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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.
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Already here! I have no idea what any of it is, to be honest, but I thought you might like access to it." He places down what looks to be a life-sized dollhouse version of the two buildings put together, opening them up as he does so. "Quite interesting books, I must say. Not anything in my preferred genres, but still very nice."
He just sighs and walks outside, bringing out a single book “Burn this for me. I don’t anyone making altered ever again.” He walks back inside before bringing out much more books “Read these can I’ll explain to you what they mean.” He then gets an intrusive thought and grabs his revolver, looking at it.
"ah. well, the chaos walkers are always by your side, and we have an over will now."
He stands back up and looks at you, "Good to know. I don't recollect ever thanking you for the power you lent me when I was in need. I won't forget it."
"we watch out for eachother. to do elsewise would be wrong."
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Already here! I have no idea what any of it is, to be honest, but I thought you might like access to it." He places down what looks to be a life-sized dollhouse version of the two buildings put together, opening them up as he does so. "Quite interesting books, I must say. Not anything in my preferred genres, but still very nice."
He just sighs and walks outside, bringing out a single book “Burn this for me. I don’t anyone making altered ever again.” He walks back inside before bringing out much more books “Read these can I’ll explain to you what they mean.” He then gets an intrusive thought and grabs his revolver, looking at it.
Szerucharz casually tosses the book back into a massive fireplace filled with books, relics, and all sorts of magical items. There must be billions of artifacts in there.
The revolver seems to be a mundane weapon, although quite large. It's just like his original, but without any divine power. Szerucharz is reading the books rapidly, seemingly able to read an entire spread of pages at once with his massive eyes.
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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.
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Already here! I have no idea what any of it is, to be honest, but I thought you might like access to it." He places down what looks to be a life-sized dollhouse version of the two buildings put together, opening them up as he does so. "Quite interesting books, I must say. Not anything in my preferred genres, but still very nice."
He just sighs and walks outside, bringing out a single book “Burn this for me. I don’t anyone making altered ever again.” He walks back inside before bringing out much more books “Read these can I’ll explain to you what they mean.” He then gets an intrusive thought and grabs his revolver, looking at it.
Szerucharz casually tosses the book back into a massive fireplace filled with books, relics, and all sorts of magical items. There must be billions of artifacts in there.
The revolver seems to be a mundane weapon, although quite large. It's just like his original, but without any divine power. Szerucharz is reading the books rapidly, seemingly able to read an entire spread of pages at once with his massive eyes.
“Hmm, a near perfect replicate. I wonder...” He puts the barrel to his hand and fires.
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“I could move it if need be. But I doubt any of the cities up north will let me in.” Rulundra slides two cards to Crotalus.
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 see the colossus of the tempest, the storm sovereign, the lord of lightning, The Nameless King, on a grocery run for the mortals of his kingdom.
*Sure! Not my original intent, but that sounds really cool. It could even have a bit of Happy Chaos' soul if you'd like. Szerucharz is a bit sentimental and chats with his "trophies," so maybe Happy was convincing enough to be given a second chance?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Possibly, although I don’t believe Happy would purposefully try to have a second chance. Do that rp now or later? Also having a bit of his soul in the body would be awesome, possibly a side effect of having the halo?*
"I ain't opposed to letting you stay. I'm a god of honesty after all. If I'm completely honest, fortunes are fickle things and lies abound in the world. This here casino could be an example of that." He takes the cards. "But I have to know what your goals are. Why are you here? Why do you run a casino? What is your purpose?"
Rendy sees the colossal and flies over. "Hello!" He says excitedly.
George bush is still plotting in his greenhouse
*Im still not sure of the geography of anything*
"If you'll excuse me, I ought to get back to work." He says as he peels a lightning bolt from the sky and ties it around his waist as a belt.
He is currently trying to haggle cabbages, the mortal shop owner not budging. When he sees Rendy he waves “Hello.” Goes his booming voice.
*I'm good with now!*
Happy Chaos wakes up on a wooden table so large that he can just barely see its edge over the horizon. It seems to be lit electrically. Scattered bones and True Artifacts litter the "landscape."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He puts his hands on his face, mumbling to himself “How did I manage to survive. This always happens.” He sits down and feels at his halo, feeling that as the only original part of him.
"What are you doing" The friendly moth creature asks the Nameless King.
"Oh, my dear boy, you did anything but survive! Didn't you know that I run the afterlife for wills? Hell, I made the place!"
Two of Szerucharz's randomly-colored eyes, the upper left and lower right, become visible in the distance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The temperature inside of the greenhouse rises dramatically. A tall, skeletal figure in a poncho steps inside. Lightning spurred boots scuff the dirt and a cowboy hat rests in-between the horns of his longhorn skull head. "Mighty green house you've got here."
“Well I expected to just end up in an empty void. Either way I’m conscious and I didn’t expect that.” He looks at himself, seeing how accurate the puppet is, seeing everything from his body, just fake other than the halo “Hmm. Do you want the things in my library and lab?”
"Already here! I have no idea what any of it is, to be honest, but I thought you might like access to it." He places down what looks to be a life-sized dollhouse version of the two buildings put together, opening them up as he does so. "Quite interesting books, I must say. Not anything in my preferred genres, but still very nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He just sighs and walks outside, bringing out a single book “Burn this for me. I don’t anyone making altered ever again.” He walks back inside before bringing out much more books “Read these can I’ll explain to you what they mean.” He then gets an intrusive thought and grabs his revolver, looking at it.
"tempor."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Szerucharz casually tosses the book back into a massive fireplace filled with books, relics, and all sorts of magical items. There must be billions of artifacts in there.
The revolver seems to be a mundane weapon, although quite large. It's just like his original, but without any divine power. Szerucharz is reading the books rapidly, seemingly able to read an entire spread of pages at once with his massive eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hmm, a near perfect replicate. I wonder...” He puts the barrel to his hand and fires.