Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
Xezithic notices the large Will from high up in the air. The massive Aboleth is arches the Will curiously.
The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
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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.
Leira is working with the council in the City of Peace, trying to keep things calm.
Alabastor has been taking some time to travel around, after the situation with the Altered and the death of his Will, he has been trying to find a new purpose.
Asuka has noticed that Happy Chaos has died, and gestured for a private conversation with Leira.
The Moon Presence’s arrival can be seen in the distance, floating softly to the ground, its form shifting with every moment, the moon shining the color of blood.
Leira would follow, waiting until they are alone to speak up. “What is it you wish to speak about.”
Alabastor notices the being. He is a bit wary, but his experience with other wills makes him more confident then most mortals. He would slowly start to approach.
*I can see that due to his exposure to the power of the Will, he is able to resist being fully corrupted by the influence which is why he would make a good hunter, though he would still be affected by it*
“Happy Chaos is dead, the altered have returned to normal. We must tell the citizens what has gone on.”
The Moon Presence senses Alabastor and turns to them. It looks them and suddenly a calming, motherly voice rings in their mind “Hello there mortal. Are you not afraid?”
*The best hunter would be him, because he would be able to wield a true artifact and be infused with the power of a will without having his mind entirely shattered.*
“Happy has fallen? How?” Leira asks in shock.
”You aren’t the first Will I have come across…though I’ve never seen a being quite like you.” Al says a bit warily but standing his ground.
*Gotcha*
“He fought someone much more powerful than he. Most likely by choice.” He says solemnly, despite his hatred of Happy Chaos.
“I understand child. I am the Mother of Yharnam, to most I am simply known as the Moon Presence.” The voice rings is his mind as if he has heard it before, although he knows he has not.
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
Xezithic notices the large Will from high up in the air. The massive Aboleth is arches the Will curiously.
The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
The Aboleth looks down with its many multi-colored eyes. “I have been called as such, yes. I assume you are as well, elder one” Xezithic speaks in a deep bellowing voice that mixes the sounds of the elements together.
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
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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.
Leira is working with the council in the City of Peace, trying to keep things calm.
Alabastor has been taking some time to travel around, after the situation with the Altered and the death of his Will, he has been trying to find a new purpose.
Asuka has noticed that Happy Chaos has died, and gestured for a private conversation with Leira.
The Moon Presence’s arrival can be seen in the distance, floating softly to the ground, its form shifting with every moment, the moon shining the color of blood.
Leira would follow, waiting until they are alone to speak up. “What is it you wish to speak about.”
Alabastor notices the being. He is a bit wary, but his experience with other wills makes him more confident then most mortals. He would slowly start to approach.
*I can see that due to his exposure to the power of the Will, he is able to resist being fully corrupted by the influence which is why he would make a good hunter, though he would still be affected by it*
“Happy Chaos is dead, the altered have returned to normal. We must tell the citizens what has gone on.”
The Moon Presence senses Alabastor and turns to them. It looks them and suddenly a calming, motherly voice rings in their mind “Hello there mortal. Are you not afraid?”
*The best hunter would be him, because he would be able to wield a true artifact and be infused with the power of a will without having his mind entirely shattered.*
“Happy has fallen? How?” Leira asks in shock.
”You aren’t the first Will I have come across…though I’ve never seen a being quite like you.” Al says a bit warily but standing his ground.
*Gotcha*
“He fought someone much more powerful than he. Most likely by choice.” He says solemnly, despite his hatred of Happy Chaos.
“I understand child. I am the Mother of Yharnam, to most I am simply known as the Moon Presence.” The voice rings is his mind as if he has heard it before, although he knows he has not.
“I see….how do we break the news to the others….I don’t know how they will handle things…”
”I see…” Al says, a bit unease by the strange familiarity of the voice, but continues talking. “What is it you represent Greater One, all the Wills I have encountered have their own ethos. What is yours?”
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
Xezithic notices the large Will from high up in the air. The massive Aboleth is arches the Will curiously.
The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
The Aboleth looks down with its many multi-colored eyes. “I have been called as such, yes. I assume you are as well, elder one” Xezithic speaks in a deep bellowing voice that mixes the sounds of the elements together.
"In a way. I just keep them in check, mostly. Usually, I wait until they've died, looming over them as a symbol of their own sins made flesh. This madness has gone on for too long, though. I believe it's time for a culling. I've already started, actually. Happy Chaos is now pinned to a board in the afterlife." He straightens his solid gold tie proudly.
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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 back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
Xezithic notices the large Will from high up in the air. The massive Aboleth is arches the Will curiously.
The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
The Aboleth looks down with its many multi-colored eyes. “I have been called as such, yes. I assume you are as well, elder one” Xezithic speaks in a deep bellowing voice that mixes the sounds of the elements together.
"In a way. I just keep them in check, mostly. Usually, I wait until they've died, looming over them as a symbol of their own sins made flesh. This madness has gone on for too long, though. I believe it's time for a culling. I've already started, actually. Happy Chaos is now pinned to a board in the afterlife." He straightens his solid gold tie proudly.
“I see, I have seen the chaos his actions have brought, including on the kingdom of one of my allies. I could understand their motivations, but their methods….” The Aboleth says.
Leira is working with the council in the City of Peace, trying to keep things calm.
Alabastor has been taking some time to travel around, after the situation with the Altered and the death of his Will, he has been trying to find a new purpose.
Asuka has noticed that Happy Chaos has died, and gestured for a private conversation with Leira.
The Moon Presence’s arrival can be seen in the distance, floating softly to the ground, its form shifting with every moment, the moon shining the color of blood.
Leira would follow, waiting until they are alone to speak up. “What is it you wish to speak about.”
Alabastor notices the being. He is a bit wary, but his experience with other wills makes him more confident then most mortals. He would slowly start to approach.
*I can see that due to his exposure to the power of the Will, he is able to resist being fully corrupted by the influence which is why he would make a good hunter, though he would still be affected by it*
“Happy Chaos is dead, the altered have returned to normal. We must tell the citizens what has gone on.”
The Moon Presence senses Alabastor and turns to them. It looks them and suddenly a calming, motherly voice rings in their mind “Hello there mortal. Are you not afraid?”
*The best hunter would be him, because he would be able to wield a true artifact and be infused with the power of a will without having his mind entirely shattered.*
“Happy has fallen? How?” Leira asks in shock.
”You aren’t the first Will I have come across…though I’ve never seen a being quite like you.” Al says a bit warily but standing his ground.
*Gotcha*
“He fought someone much more powerful than he. Most likely by choice.” He says solemnly, despite his hatred of Happy Chaos.
“I understand child. I am the Mother of Yharnam, to most I am simply known as the Moon Presence.” The voice rings is his mind as if he has heard it before, although he knows he has not.
“I see….how do we break the news to the others….I don’t know how they will handle things…”
”I see…” Al says, a bit unease by the strange familiarity of the voice, but continues talking. “What is it you represent Greater One, all the Wills I have encountered have their own ethos. What is yours?”
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
The teeth on Szerucharz's collar twitch, clicking together quietly. "It's pounded together from the weapons and armor of thousands of war gods. By the way, what aspects of war do you represent? Terror, abuse, hatred? Or perhaps freedom, revolution, evolution? War has so many facets that it's hard to judge based on that knowledge alone."
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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 back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
Xezithic notices the large Will from high up in the air. The massive Aboleth is arches the Will curiously.
The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
The Aboleth looks down with its many multi-colored eyes. “I have been called as such, yes. I assume you are as well, elder one” Xezithic speaks in a deep bellowing voice that mixes the sounds of the elements together.
"In a way. I just keep them in check, mostly. Usually, I wait until they've died, looming over them as a symbol of their own sins made flesh. This madness has gone on for too long, though. I believe it's time for a culling. I've already started, actually. Happy Chaos is now pinned to a board in the afterlife." He straightens his solid gold tie proudly.
“I see, I have seen the chaos his actions have brought, including on the kingdom of one of my allies. I could understand their motivations, but their methods….” The Aboleth says.
Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
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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.
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
Sarahphym is gathering their elemental Army once more. After Happy Chaos took a decent number of their elementals for his own ends, The Snow Angel saw it fit to rebuild their legions, adding another two Elder Tempests on top of a few hundred air elementals.
Orchid is walking about the wetlands just outside Vespart, picking wild flowers and leaves for no other reason than because they looked cool... well, actually, it was for Orchid's first foray into alchemy, but the plants' appearance was still a deciding factor.
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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)
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
The teeth on Szerucharz's collar twitch, clicking together quietly. "It's pounded together from the weapons and armor of thousands of war gods. By the way, what aspects of war do you represent? Terror, abuse, hatred? Or perhaps freedom, revolution, evolution? War has so many facets that it's hard to judge based on that knowledge alone."
“I do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
The crowd seems absolutely terrified and begin to ask lots of questions, which Asuka doesn’t answer, walking back to her.
“Oh those who seek me find nothing, it is those who do not expect to find me that are found to be the most useful. Like you for example. Your mind is an interesting one, would you like to help me keep this world from danger?” The voices all say gingerly, in a chorus of some kind.
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
The teeth on Szerucharz's collar twitch, clicking together quietly. "It's pounded together from the weapons and armor of thousands of war gods. By the way, what aspects of war do you represent? Terror, abuse, hatred? Or perhaps freedom, revolution, evolution? War has so many facets that it's hard to judge based on that knowledge alone."
“I do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
"I am the Lord of Hidden Miseries. War is not my domain, but I do tend to help in the cleanup. You know, all those soldiers too injured to call out for help, all those families in their empty homes. Some call me the Butcher. Some call me the Devourer of Gods. Regardless of my title, I am Szerucharz, an entire reality devoured and condensed into a single abomination." He holds out a seven-fingered hand to shake. "Charmed."
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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 sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes.Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
Szerucharz is back on the surface, washing his godsplitter in the ocean. "Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong..." He hums, in a voice that must be soft for him, but it's clearly audible from the ground.
A colossus can be seen in the distance, walking in the ocean, a gargantuan storm filling the sky as he walks. He is roughly as large as Szerucharz himself, his armor full of water but never rusting, and his mane touching the waterbed. He stands beside Szerucharz and begins to clean his massive swordspear.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
The teeth on Szerucharz's collar twitch, clicking together quietly. "It's pounded together from the weapons and armor of thousands of war gods. By the way, what aspects of war do you represent? Terror, abuse, hatred? Or perhaps freedom, revolution, evolution? War has so many facets that it's hard to judge based on that knowledge alone."
“I do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
"I am the Lord of Hidden Miseries. War is not my domain, but I do tend to help in the cleanup. You know, all those soldiers too injured to call out for help, all those families in their empty homes. Some call me the Butcher. Some call me the Devourer of Gods. Regardless of my title, I am Szerucharz, an entire reality devoured and condensed into a single abomination." He holds out a seven-fingered hand to shake. "Charmed."
He looks up from the blade, his eyes tired. He raises an armored gauntlet and shakes his hand, his grip strong “Well hello Devourer, I am the Nameless King, storm sovereign.”
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
The crowd seems absolutely terrified and begin to ask lots of questions, which Asuka doesn’t answer, walking back to her.
“Oh those who seek me find nothing, it is those who do not expect to find me that are found to be the most useful. Like you for example. Your mind is an interesting one, would you like to help me keep this world from danger?” The voices all say gingerly, in a chorus of some kind.
Leira sighs “I was afraid of that. I know Happy created this council in order for the city to operate without him, but he was still the creator of this city and the one most people looked up to here. It’s not going to be easy for everyone here to accept this turn of events….”
”Protect the world…?” Al asks, cautious but a bit intrigued. “How…?”
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The enormous giant looks up, stopping his absentminded song. "Hello there. Are you another Will?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“He fought someone much more powerful than he. Most likely by choice.” He says solemnly, despite his hatred of Happy Chaos.
“I understand child. I am the Mother of Yharnam, to most I am simply known as the Moon Presence.” The voice rings is his mind as if he has heard it before, although he knows he has not.
The Aboleth looks down with its many multi-colored eyes. “I have been called as such, yes. I assume you are as well, elder one” Xezithic speaks in a deep bellowing voice that mixes the sounds of the elements together.
Szerucharz doesn't look up, mostly because he doesn't have to in order to get a good look at the Storm King. "You're a big one. What have you been doing to sully your blade that much?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I see….how do we break the news to the others….I don’t know how they will handle things…”
”I see…” Al says, a bit unease by the strange familiarity of the voice, but continues talking. “What is it you represent Greater One, all the Wills I have encountered have their own ethos. What is yours?”
"In a way. I just keep them in check, mostly. Usually, I wait until they've died, looming over them as a symbol of their own sins made flesh. This madness has gone on for too long, though. I believe it's time for a culling. I've already started, actually. Happy Chaos is now pinned to a board in the afterlife." He straightens his solid gold tie proudly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs stops for a moment “In this world and my own, I was a god of war, I have not had a chance to clean my blade before it would be sullied once more. What is the story behind your blade?”
“I see, I have seen the chaos his actions have brought, including on the kingdom of one of my allies. I could understand their motivations, but their methods….” The Aboleth says.
“If you can’t of a way to tell them, I will.” He walks outside, amplying his voice to the masses “Happy Chaos is dead. He would want you to keep living, so do so.”
It tilts its head, a bizarre and seemingly unnatural action that shakes him to his core “Why the infinite cosmos. The Moon in the sky, the stars above. You are so truly adorable child.” He begins to hear whispers in his mind, thoughts that aren’t his own.
The teeth on Szerucharz's collar twitch, clicking together quietly. "It's pounded together from the weapons and armor of thousands of war gods. By the way, what aspects of war do you represent? Terror, abuse, hatred? Or perhaps freedom, revolution, evolution? War has so many facets that it's hard to judge based on that knowledge alone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz sulks a bit. He removes his hat, a massive four-eyed skull coming with it as he places it against his chest. He turns to directly face the Aboleth, despite not having a head to direct his gaze. "I'm sorry for you. He was truly insane. I had a post-mortem conversation with him, and he believes that he was meant to be a villain so that mortals could be heroes. Something like that. As you say, his motivations were admirable, but his methods... I'm sure they could be forgiven by someone, someday. Just not anyone who knows them firsthand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“well I suppose the blunt and direct approach works.” Leira says as she looks at the crowd, wondering how they will react.
Al subconsciously looks around, wondering where the voices are coming from as a bit of dread sets in. Oh what have I gotten myself into’ he thinks to themselves before clearing his throat and speaking up. “That is quite the portfolio um…Moon Presence was it? I could see many of use mortals coming to you in order to learn more about the cosmos.”
Sarahphym is gathering their elemental Army once more. After Happy Chaos took a decent number of their elementals for his own ends, The Snow Angel saw it fit to rebuild their legions, adding another two Elder Tempests on top of a few hundred air elementals.
Orchid is walking about the wetlands just outside Vespart, picking wild flowers and leaves for no other reason than because they looked cool... well, actually, it was for Orchid's first foray into alchemy, but the plants' appearance was still a deciding factor.
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)
“I do not believe I represent any one facet of war, but if I were to pick one I’d hope it would be the will to protect others. No matter the cost to one’s self.” He continues to clean the blade, noticing it has so much blood has gotten on the weapon that it has permanently stained the blade “I can sense that you are like I, and that is something I am afraid of, because I have made some mistakes.”
The crowd seems absolutely terrified and begin to ask lots of questions, which Asuka doesn’t answer, walking back to her.
“Oh those who seek me find nothing, it is those who do not expect to find me that are found to be the most useful. Like you for example. Your mind is an interesting one, would you like to help me keep this world from danger?” The voices all say gingerly, in a chorus of some kind.
*Ive gtg soon. Sorry.*
"I am the Lord of Hidden Miseries. War is not my domain, but I do tend to help in the cleanup. You know, all those soldiers too injured to call out for help, all those families in their empty homes. Some call me the Butcher. Some call me the Devourer of Gods. Regardless of my title, I am Szerucharz, an entire reality devoured and condensed into a single abomination." He holds out a seven-fingered hand to shake. "Charmed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I agree, I have seen first hand the anger the spirits of those deceived and harmed by his action haven been tainted with upon their deaths. It took much for Korzirak to soothe those souls, but they have been scarred by such actions forevermore, even for those that were given the change at a new life.”
He looks up from the blade, his eyes tired. He raises an armored gauntlet and shakes his hand, his grip strong “Well hello Devourer, I am the Nameless King, storm sovereign.”
Leira sighs “I was afraid of that. I know Happy created this council in order for the city to operate without him, but he was still the creator of this city and the one most people looked up to here. It’s not going to be easy for everyone here to accept this turn of events….”
”Protect the world…?” Al asks, cautious but a bit intrigued. “How…?”