Szerucharz is beneath the Citadel, waiting patiently for Cog to come back down and grant him permission to kill.
A very tiny note drops out of a portal next to Scarucharz, their many eyes allowing them to read that Happy Chaos has finished the machine so they can play guilty gear whenever he comes to visit.
*Not interrupting, just here to inform.*
The Butcher gives a thumbs up, then realizes that no one can see it and writes a note back: "Busy right now, but will play soon."
*They're fr being like:
Yooooooo hop on
Can't, about to murder someone rn*
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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
*They have around 65,000 Power Points- definitely not enough to properly hold their own for long in a fight against Cog or the God Butcher.*
Sarah's 'eyes' brighten in response- whether it's out of fear or anger is uncertain. "Now, let's be logical about this- you, more than anyone, should know the importance of that. Surely we can reach a conclusion that doesn't involve such wanton violence? *yes, I know that's absolutely rich coming from them.* Surely, I can make up for what you see as an atrocity in ways other than my life?" They get up from their throne, looking around the room for something.
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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)
*They have around 65,000 Power Points- definitely not enough to properly hold their own for long in a fight against Cog or the God Butcher.*
Sarah's 'eyes' brighten in response- whether it's out of fear or anger is uncertain. "Now, let's be logical about this- you, more than anyone, should know the importance of that. Surely we can reach a conclusion that doesn't involve such wanton violence? *yes, I know that's absolutely rich coming from them.* Surely, I can make up for what you see as an atrocity in ways other than my life?" They get up from their throne, looking around the room for something.
"Then give me a way that punishes you fairly for mass murder that is death like you caused. Except, I do not see one. Your end is here."
*Except, gtg now! Wooooh, cliffhanger!!!1!1!*
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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
Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
Szerucharz is beneath the Citadel, waiting patiently for Cog to come back down and grant him permission to kill.
A very tiny note drops out of a portal next to Scarucharz, their many eyes allowing them to read that Happy Chaos has finished the machine so they can play guilty gear whenever he comes to visit.
*Not interrupting, just here to inform.*
The Butcher gives a thumbs up, then realizes that no one can see it and writes a note back: "Busy right now, but will play soon."
*They're fr being like:
Yooooooo hop on
Can't, about to murder someone rn*
*Gib, you don’t have to be this funny, and yet you are. Thank you for being funny.*
Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
"Waiting. I'm going to smash that city once I get permission."
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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.
Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
"Waiting. I'm going to smash that city once I get permission."
"Smash the city? Why...and why would you need permission?" Phantom asks confused as he looks back at the Citadel.
Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
"Waiting. I'm going to smash that city once I get permission."
"Smash the city? Why...and why would you need permission?" Phantom asks confused as he looks back at the Citadel.
"It's where the Snow Angel lives. And I don't want to hurt anyone up there other than her. Right now, Cog is confronting her."
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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.
Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
"Waiting. I'm going to smash that city once I get permission."
"Smash the city? Why...and why would you need permission?" Phantom asks confused as he looks back at the Citadel.
"It's where the Snow Angel lives. And I don't want to hurt anyone up there other than her. Right now, Cog is confronting her."
"Oh, I see...." He says. He is silent for a bit before looking back at Szerucharz. "I know when mortals die we go to one of the afterlifes of the Wills....what happens to Wills when they die though....?"
"It's where the Snow Angel lives. And I don't want to hurt anyone up there other than her. Right now, Cog is confronting her."
"Oh, I see...." He says. He is silent for a bit before looking back at Szerucharz. "I know when mortals die we go to one of the afterlifes of the Wills....what happens to Wills when they die though....?"
"They belong to me. And I either eat them or try to keep them happy and entertained. It depends on what they did in life."
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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 beneath the Citadel, waiting patiently for Cog to come back down and grant him permission to kill.
A very tiny note drops out of a portal next to Scarucharz, their many eyes allowing them to read that Happy Chaos has finished the machine so they can play guilty gear whenever he comes to visit.
*Not interrupting, just here to inform.*
The Butcher gives a thumbs up, then realizes that no one can see it and writes a note back: "Busy right now, but will play soon."
*They're fr being like:
Yooooooo hop on
Can't, about to murder someone rn*
*Gib, you don’t have to be this funny, and yet you are. Thank you for being funny.*
*I can't tell if that's genuine or not, since hard to tell tones on the Internet, but if it is then thanks I guess, lol.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"It's where the Snow Angel lives. And I don't want to hurt anyone up there other than her. Right now, Cog is confronting her."
"Oh, I see...." He says. He is silent for a bit before looking back at Szerucharz. "I know when mortals die we go to one of the afterlifes of the Wills....what happens to Wills when they die though....?"
"They belong to me. And I either eat them or try to keep them happy and entertained. It depends on what they did in life."
"Oh....um...." He is not sure how to feel about that. "I guess that's why they call you the God Butcher...wait...you said I partially came from you....am I suppose to be a god eater too...how would that work? Would that make me a cannibal? I mean I am an undead being so I suppose such things out THAT out of the ordinary." he says, rambling a bit.
Cog is confronting Sarahphym, his spear glowing and at the ready.
The void is watching the conflict from a distance.
The tree has changed more and more of its surroundings. Mortals who spend the most time around it are becoming one with nature, the first elves and dryads.
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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
"They belong to me. And I either eat them or try to keep them happy and entertained. It depends on what they did in life."
"Oh....um...." He is not sure how to feel about that. "I guess that's why they call you the the God Butcher...wait...you said I partially came from you....am I suppose to be a god eater too...how would that work? Would that make me a cannibal? I mean I am an undead being so I suppose such things out THAT out of the ordinary." he says, rambling a bit.
"Nah. It's my job by choice, not by nature. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
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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.
"They belong to me. And I either eat them or try to keep them happy and entertained. It depends on what they did in life."
"Oh....um...." He is not sure how to feel about that. "I guess that's why they call you the the God Butcher...wait...you said I partially came from you....am I suppose to be a god eater too...how would that work? Would that make me a cannibal? I mean I am an undead being so I suppose such things out THAT out of the ordinary." he says, rambling a bit.
"Nah. It's my job by choice, not by nature. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Oh that's good, I think trying to be a hero would be difficult if I needed to eat people to survive. It would be quite the moral quandary." Phantom says relieved.
*They have around 65,000 Power Points- definitely not enough to properly hold their own for long in a fight against Cog or the God Butcher.*
Sarah's 'eyes' brighten in response- whether it's out of fear or anger is uncertain. "Now, let's be logical about this- you, more than anyone, should know the importance of that. Surely we can reach a conclusion that doesn't involve such wanton violence? *yes, I know that's absolutely rich coming from them.* Surely, I can make up for what you see as an atrocity in ways other than my life?" They get up from their throne, looking around the room for something.
"Then give me a way that punishes you fairly for mass murder that is death like you caused. Except, I do not see one. Your end is here."
*Except, gtg now! Wooooh, cliffhanger!!!1!1!*
"I- I can think of multiple ways! What about I make that city I was planning? In a spot with no mortals, of course! No unnecessary strife, no desolation of the environment, just a place they can comfortably live for all their days? It'll all be under your control- after it's built, I'll never return to it, I swear! B-Balance the good and bad out- that's what the Order Mythos does, right?" They seem truly panicked- their veneer of confidence shattered- now that they're fully aware they are in danger.
"Nah. It's my job by choice, not by nature. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Oh that's good, I think trying to be a hero would be difficult if I needed to eat people to survive. It would be quite the moral quandary." Phantom says relieved.
"It's good that you have morals. A lot of Wills don't. Keeps me fed, but I'd rather starve if it meant no more mortals had to suffer under cruel gods."
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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.
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*They're fr being like:
Yooooooo hop on
Can't, about to murder someone rn*
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
*They have around 65,000 Power Points- definitely not enough to properly hold their own for long in a fight against Cog or the God Butcher.*
Sarah's 'eyes' brighten in response- whether it's out of fear or anger is uncertain. "Now, let's be logical about this- you, more than anyone, should know the importance of that. Surely we can reach a conclusion that doesn't involve such wanton violence? *yes, I know that's absolutely rich coming from them.* Surely, I can make up for what you see as an atrocity in ways other than my life?" They get up from their throne, looking around the room for something.
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)
"Then give me a way that punishes you fairly for mass murder that is death like you caused. Except, I do not see one. Your end is here."
*Except, gtg now! Wooooh, cliffhanger!!!1!1!*
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
<Noooooooooooo poor Dominition can't even try figuring out the riddle yet>
< Sad :( >
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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Phantom would be flying around when he notices the floating Citadel of the Snow Angel. He stops, nervous of the structure and about to flee when he notices the God Butcher down below. Despite his trepidation, his curiosity gets the better of them and he approaches Szerucharz. "Um..hi Mister Butcherer, what's going on?" he asks, his tone a mix of nervously and curiosity.
*Gib, you don’t have to be this funny, and yet you are. Thank you for being funny.*
Sarahphym is looking around the Citadel for an opportunity to flee, but isn't making any desperate moves yet.
Orchid is continuing to feed the growing sapling with their Amber Elixirs.
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)
"Waiting. I'm going to smash that city once I get permission."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Smash the city? Why...and why would you need permission?" Phantom asks confused as he looks back at the Citadel.
"It's where the Snow Angel lives. And I don't want to hurt anyone up there other than her. Right now, Cog is confronting her."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, I see...." He says. He is silent for a bit before looking back at Szerucharz. "I know when mortals die we go to one of the afterlifes of the Wills....what happens to Wills when they die though....?"
"They belong to me. And I either eat them or try to keep them happy and entertained. It depends on what they did in life."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I can't tell if that's genuine or not, since hard to tell tones on the Internet, but if it is then thanks I guess, lol.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Oh....um...." He is not sure how to feel about that. "I guess that's why they call you the God Butcher...wait...you said I partially came from you....am I suppose to be a god eater too...how would that work? Would that make me a cannibal? I mean I am an undead being so I suppose such things out THAT out of the ordinary." he says, rambling a bit.
Cog is confronting Sarahphym, his spear glowing and at the ready.
The void is watching the conflict from a distance.
The tree has changed more and more of its surroundings. Mortals who spend the most time around it are becoming one with nature, the first elves and dryads.
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
"Nah. It's my job by choice, not by nature. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Dominition looks at the paper left behind by The Void.
<Also, what are all the Wills and their domains in the City of Order Mythos?>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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"Oh that's good, I think trying to be a hero would be difficult if I needed to eat people to survive. It would be quite the moral quandary." Phantom says relieved.
"I- I can think of multiple ways! What about I make that city I was planning? In a spot with no mortals, of course! No unnecessary strife, no desolation of the environment, just a place they can comfortably live for all their days? It'll all be under your control- after it's built, I'll never return to it, I swear! B-Balance the good and bad out- that's what the Order Mythos does, right?" They seem truly panicked- their veneer of confidence shattered- now that they're fully aware they are in danger.
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)
"It's good that you have morals. A lot of Wills don't. Keeps me fed, but I'd rather starve if it meant no more mortals had to suffer under cruel gods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.