Dominition stares at the sky and lets out a string of curses
"What the- *wheeze* HE'S SO STUPID! *ANGRY WHEEZE* WHY DID HE JUST- GAHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEZEEEEE"
And he storms away, teleporting to the infected valley (the enclosed section of the lush valley where the Herionidian festival was taking place but was infected) and stares at it, completely devoid of human life, save for two forms picking their way across the land. Dominition teleports to them. One has a white healer's garb on, and the other has black cloth robe wrapped around him. Both appear to be monks, most likely from a distant land.
"Who are you? *wheeze*"
The black-robed one stares at him with indignation.
"Why, I am a Rabbinan, a warrior of the Open-Hand!"
The other one sighs at him.
"Not anymore... *cough* I'm Clarich."
Dominition looks mildly worried, though it is unlike him to worry about mortals.
"Why are you here? *Wheeze* Don't you know that this is a place of plague? *Wheeze*"
They stare in surprise. Dominition sighs/wheezes and hands them Plague masks, which they gratefully adorn. He then reveals his place as a Will by constucting a massive monastery.
"I trust this is similar to where you live usually? *Wheeze*"
They walk in and make themselves at home, and eventually start working on a fighting style, adapted to their liking, called the Way of Mercy (Clarich clearly came up with the name) Dominition leaves them in the valley and starts legitimately thinking about making a town, much like the powerful Mythos. However, he ultimately decides against it. For now...
Sarah looks over to the new arrival that is Phantom, shaking with a mixture of pain and anger. Their piercing gaze causes an icy chill to travel through his body as soon as they lock eyes.
"Ah, so you're the one I've heard so much about. Phantom, was it?.." They speak in a sort of mocking tone, knowing they scare him.
He freezes, shivering a bit in fear at her icy gaze, arm wrapping around himself a bit. "Y-yes, and you are the Snow Angel Saraphym..." he says.
They notice the barrier manifested by Szerucharz, growling something under their breath.
"Do you have the slightest idea of the trouble you have caused me, boy? How much easier it would have been for all of us if you just quit running?" They weakly laugh to themselves. "You should be thanking me, really- I played as much a hand as the God Butcher in what you are now, did I not?"
"Maybe..." he says, the icy blue energy surging a bit through his hands even as the grip his arms, holding himself tighter. "But...can you blaming me from running from my attempted killer....?"
"The word you're looking for is 'creator'. Look at you! I made you more than you ever would have been without me!" They look at the icy energy around his hands, seeming delighted. "By the looks of things, you're already starting to follow my example."
"I might be forming ice powers, but that doesn't mean I have any intention of being like you." He says, his voice a bit shaky but his eyes hardening a bit, some of that fear retreating and a determined gaze creeping in. "Why did you do it....all that destruction....all that death....why?"
*Alright, I'm back.*
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
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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)
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
Phantom shakes again, more out of sorrow and rage then fear now. "I WILL REMEMBER!!" he shout out. "Did we really not matter to you?! None of us! My village all revered the Mythos of Order, Cogintius, Clepsydris, Raegus, Savut, you! My family worshipped you! I worshipped you! If you had told us to leave, that the land would become something great for you, we would have left to honor your will! Hell, some of us would have stayed behind to try to help for whatever good us mortals could do! You never even gave us an explanation, even as we prayed, as we begged for mercy!" He says, the shield slowly being covered in ice due to his anger, the snow whipping up around him.
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
Phantom shakes again, more out of sorrow and rage then fear now. "I WILL REMEMBER!!" he shout out. "Did we really not matter to you?! None of us! My village all revered the Mythos of Order, Cogintius, Clepsydris, Raegus, Savut, you! My family worshipped you! I worshipped you! If you had told us to leave, that the land would become something great for you, we would have left to honor your will! Hell, some of us would have stayed behind to try to help for whatever good us mortals could do! You never even gave us an explanation, even as we prayed, as we begged for mercy!" He says, the shield slowly being covered in ice due to his anger, the snow whipping up around him.
They seem oddly smug- if they had a mouth, it would likely be twisted in a sadistic grin. "Exactly. You will remember- and almost no one else. So what if a few hundred die? They'll forget- and they'll forget you too- , and they'll repopulate, and it'll be like nothing happened a millennia from now. Of course I couldn't care less- none of them would have lived long enough to matter to me anyway. Does the farmer bother to converse with the ants that live in their field before they till the soil? No, of course not. Why would you expect anything different from me?"
*I think Sarahphym is steadily becoming a strong contender for the most overtly villainous and foul character I've ever made. I look forward to when they get humbled by the fate that awaits them.*
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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)
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
Phantom shakes again, more out of sorrow and rage then fear now. "I WILL REMEMBER!!" he shout out. "Did we really not matter to you?! None of us! My village all revered the Mythos of Order, Cogintius, Clepsydris, Raegus, Savut, you! My family worshipped you! I worshipped you! If you had told us to leave, that the land would become something great for you, we would have left to honor your will! Hell, some of us would have stayed behind to try to help for whatever good us mortals could do! You never even gave us an explanation, even as we prayed, as we begged for mercy!" He says, the shield slowly being covered in ice due to his anger, the snow whipping up around him.
They seem oddly smug- if they had a mouth, it would likely be twisted in a sadistic grin. "Exactly. You will remember- and almost no one else. So what if a few hundred die? They'll forget- and they'll forget you too- , and they'll repopulate, and it'll be like nothing happened a millennia from now. Of course I couldn't care less- none of them would have lived long enough to matter to me anyway. Does the farmer bother to converse with the ants that live in their field before they till the soil? No, of course not. Why would you expect anything different from me?"
*I think Sarahphym is steadily becoming a strong contender for the most overtly villainous and foul character I've ever made. I look forward to when they get humbled by the fate that awaits them.*
"Because you claim to be better than mortals, for a start. So it's ironic you are using a mortal metaphor to justify yourself. Makes it sound like you aren't really any different from us." Phantom says. After a pause, he continues. "And why hunt me? What could I possibly do to you. I don't even want you dead, I just wanted to not be attacked by you again. What did I do to piss you off so much?"
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
Phantom shakes again, more out of sorrow and rage then fear now. "I WILL REMEMBER!!" he shout out. "Did we really not matter to you?! None of us! My village all revered the Mythos of Order, Cogintius, Clepsydris, Raegus, Savut, you! My family worshipped you! I worshipped you! If you had told us to leave, that the land would become something great for you, we would have left to honor your will! Hell, some of us would have stayed behind to try to help for whatever good us mortals could do! You never even gave us an explanation, even as we prayed, as we begged for mercy!" He says, the shield slowly being covered in ice due to his anger, the snow whipping up around him.
They seem oddly smug- if they had a mouth, it would likely be twisted in a sadistic grin. "Exactly. You will remember- and almost no one else. So what if a few hundred die? They'll forget- and they'll forget you too- , and they'll repopulate, and it'll be like nothing happened a millennia from now. Of course I couldn't care less- none of them would have lived long enough to matter to me anyway. Does the farmer bother to converse with the ants that live in their field before they till the soil? No, of course not. Why would you expect anything different from me?"
*I think Sarahphym is steadily becoming a strong contender for the most overtly villainous and foul character I've ever made. I look forward to when they get humbled by the fate that awaits them.*
"Because you claim to be better than mortals, for a start. So it's ironic you are using a mortal metaphor to justify yourself. Makes it sound like you aren't really any different from us." Phantom says. After a pause, he continues. "And why hunt me? What could I possibly do to you. I don't even want you dead, I just wanted to not be attacked by you again. What did I do to piss you off so much?"
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
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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)
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"Oh, you foolish child..." They begin to laugh in their typical mocking manner- a sound as horrid as its source. "You are ignorant indeed... You're immortal, same as I and every other Will. Time wears all things down eventually... I wonder if you'll value the same principles you do now?" They continue to laugh, and the cold grows even harsher.
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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)
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"Oh, you foolish child..." They begin to laugh in their typical mocking manner- a sound as horrid as its source. "You are ignorant indeed... You're immortal, same as I and every other Will. Time wears all things down eventually... I wonder if you'll value the same principles you do now?" They continue to laugh, and the cold grows even harsher.
Phantom glares in silence, his arms wrapped around himself. He has gotten the answers he wanted, for better or worse, and feels there is no more benefit to reason with this mad god.
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"Oh, you foolish child..." They begin to laugh in their typical mocking manner- a sound as horrid as its source. "You are ignorant indeed... You're immortal, same as I and every other Will. Time wears all things down eventually... I wonder if you'll value the same principles you do now?" They continue to laugh, and the cold grows even harsher.
Phantom glares in silence, his arms wrapped around himself. He has gotten the answers he wanted, for better or worse, and feels there is no more benefit to reason with this mad god.
They continue to laugh. "What are you still doing here? Even if I die, it's not going to bring them back!"
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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)
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"Oh, you foolish child..." They begin to laugh in their typical mocking manner- a sound as horrid as its source. "You are ignorant indeed... You're immortal, same as I and every other Will. Time wears all things down eventually... I wonder if you'll value the same principles you do now?" They continue to laugh, and the cold grows even harsher.
Phantom glares in silence, his arms wrapped around himself. He has gotten the answers he wanted, for better or worse, and feels there is no more benefit to reason with this mad god.
They continue to laugh. "What are you still doing here? Even if I die, it's not going to bring them back!"
"I'm well aware. Maybe it's morbid curiosity about what's going to happen next" He says, while thinking that maybe it's also to not turn his back on her at this moment.
*I have two memes, one from me and one from Arch, but I feel like now's not the best time lol*
Cogintius says something very quietly. "Hmmmmm... That could be fitting. It is both fair and punishing at the same time. There would not be a chance of a powerful comeback from it, either, therefore it is unlike Faltros..." He turns around to face Sarahphym. "Arsendir has had a good idea for your punishment, Snow Angel. You are being given a final option, the closest to mercy you shall receive for your crimes. However, I feel you might possibly despise it more then simply being killed." He walks towards the Snow Angel and puts his spear at her throat. "For, you see, this other punishment requires you to, simply put, walk in the shoes of those you viewed so low. As punishment for your abuse of your divine power to these 'ants', you will see on their level. The tables will certainly turn. Just as Danny, one of your victims, went from a mortal to a Will, you, the murderer, shall go from a Will to a mortal. You will be stripped completely of your power, with no hope to regain it, and left behind in the world you made a worse place. Of course, there is also the option of death by my hand. Either way, you will not misuse your power anymore. I will give you time to decide." He walks to the center of the room and waits for the Snow Angel's decision.
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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
*I have two memes, one from me and one from Arch, but I feel like now's not the best time lol*
Cogintius says something very quietly. "Hmmmmm... That could be fitting. It is both fair and punishing at the same time. There would not be a chance of a powerful comeback from it, either, therefore it is unlike Faltros..." He turns around to face Sarahphym. "Arsendir has had a good idea for your punishment, Snow Angel. You are being given a final option, the closest to mercy you shall receive for your crimes. However, I feel you might possibly despise it more then simply being killed." He walks towards the Snow Angel and puts his spear at her throat. "For, you see, this other punishment requires you to, simply put, walk in the shoes of those you viewed so low. As punishment for your abuse of your divine power to these 'ants', you will see on their level. The tables will certainly turn. Just as Danny, one of your victims, went from a mortal to a Will, you, the murderer, shall go from a Will to a mortal. You will be stripped completely of your power, with no hope to regain it, and left behind in the world you made a worse place. Of course, there is also the option of death by my hand. Either way, you will not misuse your power anymore. I will give you time to decide." He walks to the center of the room and waits for the Snow Angel's decision.
The Snow Angel looks up at Cog with disgust and fury. "I'll take anything over death- anything over being that god-devouring beast's prisoner. I... I can't say I don't utterly despise the fate you have chosen for me, but I suppose that's the point. I..." They hesitate, as though merely saying the words is painful to them. "I accept."
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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)
Dominition has arrived at the City of Order, after a day's walk in which there was much wheezing and much regrets. On the way there, he sees a rat, frothing at the mouth, which gives him an idea. He creates a small cage and shoves a different rat inside, along with a plague that he calls the Vile Plague; symptoms don't show up for 5 days, but once they do, your temperatur slowly starts climbing, starting at 100 degrees (Farenheit) and increasing in intervals of 1 degree a day, as the tips of your limbs slowly turn black, until your temperature finally reaches 105. Then you die. The rats are unaffected by the disease, however, operating only as carriers.
<This next section is assuming the residents even dispose of their waste to a outside source, or even have rats. Please correct me if I'm wrong about this>
He searches around the city for their disposal method, finally finding a sewer system. He dumps the rat in the sewer, releasing a couple more pregnant mothers for reassurance, and walks away.
"Won't even have to get in.*Wheeze* Ha!"
<I'm not sure if a guard or something would have seen him. If there was a guard standing by the sewers, then Dominition dismantled him, pulling him into the sewage. If there was a Will... let's just hope there wasn't.>
*I have two memes, one from me and one from Arch, but I feel like now's not the best time lol*
Cogintius says something very quietly. "Hmmmmm... That could be fitting. It is both fair and punishing at the same time. There would not be a chance of a powerful comeback from it, either, therefore it is unlike Faltros..." He turns around to face Sarahphym. "Arsendir has had a good idea for your punishment, Snow Angel. You are being given a final option, the closest to mercy you shall receive for your crimes. However, I feel you might possibly despise it more then simply being killed." He walks towards the Snow Angel and puts his spear at her throat. "For, you see, this other punishment requires you to, simply put, walk in the shoes of those you viewed so low. As punishment for your abuse of your divine power to these 'ants', you will see on their level. The tables will certainly turn. Just as Danny, one of your victims, went from a mortal to a Will, you, the murderer, shall go from a Will to a mortal. You will be stripped completely of your power, with no hope to regain it, and left behind in the world you made a worse place. Of course, there is also the option of death by my hand. Either way, you will not misuse your power anymore. I will give you time to decide." He walks to the center of the room and waits for the Snow Angel's decision.
The Snow Angel looks up at Cog with disgust and fury. "I'll take anything over death- anything over being that god-devouring beast's prisoner. I... I can't say I don't utterly despise the fate you have chosen for me, but I suppose that's the point. I..." They hesitate, as though merely saying the words is painful to them. "I accept."
He nods. "In that case..." He sends a message to Arsendir that Sarahphym is ready to be transformed and at the palace. "Allow yourself to be weakened. If you do not, we will break your strength ourselves."
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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
Dominition has arrived at the City of Order, after a day's walk in which there was much wheezing and much regrets. On the way there, he sees a rat, frothing at the mouth, which gives him an idea. He creates a small cage and shoves a different rat inside, along with a plague that he calls the Vile Plague; symptoms don't show up for 5 days, but once they do, your temperatur slowly starts climbing, starting at 100 degrees (Farenheit) and increasing in intervals of 1 degree a day, as the tips of your limbs slowly turn black, until your temperature finally reaches 105. Then you die. The rats are unaffected by the disease, however, operating only as carriers.
<This next section is assuming the residents even dispose of their waste to a outside source, or even have rats. Please correct me if I'm wrong about this>
He searches around the city for their disposal method, finally finding a sewer system. He dumps the rat in the sewer, releasing a couple more pregnant mothers for reassurance, and walks away.
"Won't even have to get in.*Wheeze* Ha!"
<I'm not sure if a guard or something would have seen him. If there was a guard standing by the sewers, then Dominition dismantled him, pulling him into the sewage. If there was a Will... let's just hope there wasn't.>
*1. The wards block everyone that doesn't have permission. Wills, people, and animals. The only way to get in is to spend power points equal to or higher then the ones invested in them.*
2. I haven't really thought much about the city's sewage system, but the wards are a sphere around the city, not half of one.*
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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
*I have two memes, one from me and one from Arch, but I feel like now's not the best time lol*
Cogintius says something very quietly. "Hmmmmm... That could be fitting. It is both fair and punishing at the same time. There would not be a chance of a powerful comeback from it, either, therefore it is unlike Faltros..." He turns around to face Sarahphym. "Arsendir has had a good idea for your punishment, Snow Angel. You are being given a final option, the closest to mercy you shall receive for your crimes. However, I feel you might possibly despise it more then simply being killed." He walks towards the Snow Angel and puts his spear at her throat. "For, you see, this other punishment requires you to, simply put, walk in the shoes of those you viewed so low. As punishment for your abuse of your divine power to these 'ants', you will see on their level. The tables will certainly turn. Just as Danny, one of your victims, went from a mortal to a Will, you, the murderer, shall go from a Will to a mortal. You will be stripped completely of your power, with no hope to regain it, and left behind in the world you made a worse place. Of course, there is also the option of death by my hand. Either way, you will not misuse your power anymore. I will give you time to decide." He walks to the center of the room and waits for the Snow Angel's decision.
The Snow Angel looks up at Cog with disgust and fury. "I'll take anything over death- anything over being that god-devouring beast's prisoner. I... I can't say I don't utterly despise the fate you have chosen for me, but I suppose that's the point. I..." They hesitate, as though merely saying the words is painful to them. "I accept."
He nods. "In that case..." He sends a message to Arsendir that Sarahphym is ready to be transformed and at the palace. "Allow yourself to be weakened. If you do not, we will break your strength ourselves."
"Wait, you mean... ugh, fine. If it's necessary, I suppose." They very reluctantly begin to channel almost every fragment of divine power they have, the air around them drastically dropping in temperature, further and further to the point where it descends to absolute zero. Once they ave accumulated it all, they invest all 66,000 Power points they have- including their Famine, Wind, and Order domains, directly into their Citadel itself. Until a Will spends an equal or greater amount of their own power, the City of Eternal Winter, the Citadel of the Snow Angel, and the disc of ice it is built upon shall remain airborne and continually repair itself for all of time. Here, their air elemental legion shall remain in the city, begrudgingly guarding any who inhabit it- and their Tempests shall wander the realm without rime or reason. Of course their last action with their divine power would be to preserve the largest monument to their 'glory'.
Sarahphym- a once powerful and splendorous dealer of death and destruction- now lies in the same disheveled state that it was created in: A broken mess of ice and cloth in a vaguely angelic shape. "...alright. I'm done. It's... it's over."
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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)
Dominition has arrived at the City of Order, after a day's walk in which there was much wheezing and much regrets. On the way there, he sees a rat, frothing at the mouth, which gives him an idea. He creates a small cage and shoves a different rat inside, along with a plague that he calls the Vile Plague; symptoms don't show up for 5 days, but once they do, your temperatur slowly starts climbing, starting at 100 degrees (Farenheit) and increasing in intervals of 1 degree a day, as the tips of your limbs slowly turn black, until your temperature finally reaches 105. Then you die. The rats are unaffected by the disease, however, operating only as carriers.
<This next section is assuming the residents even dispose of their waste to a outside source, or even have rats. Please correct me if I'm wrong about this>
He searches around the city for their disposal method, finally finding a sewer system. He dumps the rat in the sewer, releasing a couple more pregnant mothers for reassurance, and walks away.
"Won't even have to get in.*Wheeze* Ha!"
<I'm not sure if a guard or something would have seen him. If there was a guard standing by the sewers, then Dominition dismantled him, pulling him into the sewage. If there was a Will... let's just hope there wasn't.>
*1. The wards block everyone that doesn't have permission. Wills, people, and animals. The only way to get in is to spend power points equal to or higher then the ones invested in them.*
2. I haven't really thought much about the city's sewage system, but the wards are a sphere around the city, not half of one.*
<Oof. Wasn't sure if wards were more like a force field, or just a giant ball. Also, I didn't think that the wards blocked like animals and stuff, only Wills.>
Dominition sighs/wheezes as he sees his rats run into what seems to be an invisible wall and bounce off.
At least there wasn't any guards or a Will.*Wheeze*
*Not Foreir and Slayer just doing the same thing, watching with popcorn and wine.*
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Dominition stares at the sky and lets out a string of curses
"What the- *wheeze* HE'S SO STUPID! *ANGRY WHEEZE* WHY DID HE JUST- GAHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEZEEEEE"
And he storms away, teleporting to the infected valley (the enclosed section of the lush valley where the Herionidian festival was taking place but was infected) and stares at it, completely devoid of human life, save for two forms picking their way across the land. Dominition teleports to them. One has a white healer's garb on, and the other has black cloth robe wrapped around him. Both appear to be monks, most likely from a distant land.
"Who are you? *wheeze*"
The black-robed one stares at him with indignation.
"Why, I am a Rabbinan, a warrior of the Open-Hand!"
The other one sighs at him.
"Not anymore... *cough* I'm Clarich."
Dominition looks mildly worried, though it is unlike him to worry about mortals.
"Why are you here? *Wheeze* Don't you know that this is a place of plague? *Wheeze*"
They stare in surprise. Dominition sighs/wheezes and hands them Plague masks, which they gratefully adorn. He then reveals his place as a Will by constucting a massive monastery.
"I trust this is similar to where you live usually? *Wheeze*"
They walk in and make themselves at home, and eventually start working on a fighting style, adapted to their liking, called the Way of Mercy (Clarich clearly came up with the name) Dominition leaves them in the valley and starts legitimately thinking about making a town, much like the powerful Mythos. However, he ultimately decides against it. For now...
<Dang that was a lot.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Cog has stopped fighting for a second and seems to be listening to something.
*Be back in a bit*
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*Alright, I'm back.*
I was going to make that wasteland into something of value- a shining capitol that would last for all of time- something well worth the pain. Let's face it- that dump wouldn't have amounted to anything the way it was headed. It would have just faded away in the cold- so, I sped things up to the interesting part." They laugh again- a sickening sound from a sickening and pointlessly cruel 'angel'. "It's not like anyone will remember what happened. People would be mopey for a couple centuries, sure, but then no one would give a damn about it except the odd historian... and us Wills who couldn't care less!"
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Phantom shakes again, more out of sorrow and rage then fear now. "I WILL REMEMBER!!" he shout out. "Did we really not matter to you?! None of us! My village all revered the Mythos of Order, Cogintius, Clepsydris, Raegus, Savut, you! My family worshipped you! I worshipped you! If you had told us to leave, that the land would become something great for you, we would have left to honor your will! Hell, some of us would have stayed behind to try to help for whatever good us mortals could do! You never even gave us an explanation, even as we prayed, as we begged for mercy!" He says, the shield slowly being covered in ice due to his anger, the snow whipping up around him.
They seem oddly smug- if they had a mouth, it would likely be twisted in a sadistic grin. "Exactly. You will remember- and almost no one else. So what if a few hundred die? They'll forget- and they'll forget you too- , and they'll repopulate, and it'll be like nothing happened a millennia from now. Of course I couldn't care less- none of them would have lived long enough to matter to me anyway. Does the farmer bother to converse with the ants that live in their field before they till the soil? No, of course not. Why would you expect anything different from me?"
*I think Sarahphym is steadily becoming a strong contender for the most overtly villainous and foul character I've ever made. I look forward to when they get humbled by the fate that awaits them.*
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"Because you claim to be better than mortals, for a start. So it's ironic you are using a mortal metaphor to justify yourself. Makes it sound like you aren't really any different from us." Phantom says. After a pause, he continues. "And why hunt me? What could I possibly do to you. I don't even want you dead, I just wanted to not be attacked by you again. What did I do to piss you off so much?"
"You were mortal once- and one of the many traps that mortals fall into is feelings of revenge. We can't afford to have any potential usurpers running about without a guiding hand to steer them away from such brash action, now, can we? If you had just stayed, I would have had much more time to help you get rid of these meaningless feelings towards such trivial matters- it would have been nice to know I could pass my legacy to another... but no, you had to keep making things difficult, didn't you? All because you couldn't see past your mortal heart and use your head!" Their mocking and sadistic tone now has a sense of growing frustration to it.
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"Yeah...I'm going to have to disagree on all of that...." Phantom replies. "If using my head makes me more like you, then I'd rather stay ignorant, thanks. I want to help people, not cause them more harm."
"Oh, you foolish child..." They begin to laugh in their typical mocking manner- a sound as horrid as its source. "You are ignorant indeed... You're immortal, same as I and every other Will. Time wears all things down eventually... I wonder if you'll value the same principles you do now?" They continue to laugh, and the cold grows even harsher.
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Phantom glares in silence, his arms wrapped around himself. He has gotten the answers he wanted, for better or worse, and feels there is no more benefit to reason with this mad god.
They continue to laugh. "What are you still doing here? Even if I die, it's not going to bring them back!"
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"I'm well aware. Maybe it's morbid curiosity about what's going to happen next" He says, while thinking that maybe it's also to not turn his back on her at this moment.
*I have two memes, one from me and one from Arch, but I feel like now's not the best time lol*
Cogintius says something very quietly. "Hmmmmm... That could be fitting. It is both fair and punishing at the same time. There would not be a chance of a powerful comeback from it, either, therefore it is unlike Faltros..." He turns around to face Sarahphym. "Arsendir has had a good idea for your punishment, Snow Angel. You are being given a final option, the closest to mercy you shall receive for your crimes. However, I feel you might possibly despise it more then simply being killed." He walks towards the Snow Angel and puts his spear at her throat. "For, you see, this other punishment requires you to, simply put, walk in the shoes of those you viewed so low. As punishment for your abuse of your divine power to these 'ants', you will see on their level. The tables will certainly turn. Just as Danny, one of your victims, went from a mortal to a Will, you, the murderer, shall go from a Will to a mortal. You will be stripped completely of your power, with no hope to regain it, and left behind in the world you made a worse place. Of course, there is also the option of death by my hand. Either way, you will not misuse your power anymore. I will give you time to decide." He walks to the center of the room and waits for the Snow Angel's decision.
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The Snow Angel looks up at Cog with disgust and fury. "I'll take anything over death- anything over being that god-devouring beast's prisoner. I... I can't say I don't utterly despise the fate you have chosen for me, but I suppose that's the point. I..." They hesitate, as though merely saying the words is painful to them. "I accept."
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Dominition has arrived at the City of Order, after a day's walk in which there was much wheezing and much regrets. On the way there, he sees a rat, frothing at the mouth, which gives him an idea. He creates a small cage and shoves a different rat inside, along with a plague that he calls the Vile Plague; symptoms don't show up for 5 days, but once they do, your temperatur slowly starts climbing, starting at 100 degrees (Farenheit) and increasing in intervals of 1 degree a day, as the tips of your limbs slowly turn black, until your temperature finally reaches 105. Then you die. The rats are unaffected by the disease, however, operating only as carriers.
<This next section is assuming the residents even dispose of their waste to a outside source, or even have rats. Please correct me if I'm wrong about this>
He searches around the city for their disposal method, finally finding a sewer system. He dumps the rat in the sewer, releasing a couple more pregnant mothers for reassurance, and walks away.
"Won't even have to get in.*Wheeze* Ha!"
<I'm not sure if a guard or something would have seen him. If there was a guard standing by the sewers, then Dominition dismantled him, pulling him into the sewage. If there was a Will... let's just hope there wasn't.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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He nods. "In that case..." He sends a message to Arsendir that Sarahphym is ready to be transformed and at the palace. "Allow yourself to be weakened. If you do not, we will break your strength ourselves."
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*1. The wards block everyone that doesn't have permission. Wills, people, and animals. The only way to get in is to spend power points equal to or higher then the ones invested in them.*
2. I haven't really thought much about the city's sewage system, but the wards are a sphere around the city, not half of one.*
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"Wait, you mean... ugh, fine. If it's necessary, I suppose." They very reluctantly begin to channel almost every fragment of divine power they have, the air around them drastically dropping in temperature, further and further to the point where it descends to absolute zero. Once they ave accumulated it all, they invest all 66,000 Power points they have- including their Famine, Wind, and Order domains, directly into their Citadel itself. Until a Will spends an equal or greater amount of their own power, the City of Eternal Winter, the Citadel of the Snow Angel, and the disc of ice it is built upon shall remain airborne and continually repair itself for all of time. Here, their air elemental legion shall remain in the city, begrudgingly guarding any who inhabit it- and their Tempests shall wander the realm without rime or reason. Of course their last action with their divine power would be to preserve the largest monument to their 'glory'.
Sarahphym- a once powerful and splendorous dealer of death and destruction- now lies in the same disheveled state that it was created in: A broken mess of ice and cloth in a vaguely angelic shape. "...alright. I'm done. It's... it's over."
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<Oof. Wasn't sure if wards were more like a force field, or just a giant ball. Also, I didn't think that the wards blocked like animals and stuff, only Wills.>
Dominition sighs/wheezes as he sees his rats run into what seems to be an invisible wall and bounce off.
At least there wasn't any guards or a Will.*Wheeze*
He turns and walks away.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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