"Very well" Thint starts to fly southward, towards a circle of broken stone pillars nearly twice her height, or at least they look that tall from here. "How about we explore the catacombs?"
"Very well" Thint starts to fly southward, towards a circle of broken stone pillars nearly twice her height, or at least they look that tall from here. "How about we explore the catacombs?"
"Oh, okay"
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"Death and decay will always be apart of like King. But you disgrace this season. Life is all around in Autumn. Can you see that? You give your advisors no room to work, you give them no room to be creative."
His brow furrows, "That simply isn't true. I have given my Court the freedom of the wind and I've always encouraged creativity. Life is art. Every leaf is a canvas and its fall is a dance."
"well your Master of Gloom feels otherwise. He feels there's not much room for advancement in this court. Seems to me that ambitions are being suppressed." he snarls, his anger getting the best of him
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
A bitter wind begins to stir up the air, sending the carpet of leaves swirling in waves of cast off foliage. "You have made a terrible mistake. Attacking me in my own hall." He speaks but the sound doesn't come from where he stands at the throne. The words are swept into your ears from all sides by the wind.
"Nightmares beyond my competition? I ask you, in what season do nightmares belong? Mine is the witching season, the months of haunting and horrors. You've seen the ghosts and ghouls that roam my domain, but have you seen their nightmares?" Suddenly you are standing in a smoky black void. In front of you is the massive head of the jack-o'-lantern. Its crooked maw is wide open and preparing to bite down on you but you feel the pain of the attack before it even makes contact. Inside the pumpkin's mouth is another mouth and inside that one is a million more. The more you look the more mouthes you see, each one snapping at your flesh in one terrible instant. You are deafened by the sound of eternity chewing on your remains, grinding your bearing forever.
And then the nightmare, vision, reality -- whatever it was, it is over. You are back in the hall and the King is now standing only a few yards away from you. You barely hear his voice as the chewing echoes in your ears, "You are banished. Leave now."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
A bitter wind begins to stir up the air, sending the carpet of leaves swirling in waves of cast off foliage. "You have made a terrible mistake. Attacking me in my own hall." He speaks but the sound doesn't come from where he stands at the throne. The words are swept into your ears from all sides by the wind.
"Nightmares beyond my competition? I ask you, in what season do nightmares belong? Mine is the witching season, the months of haunting and horrors. You've seen the ghosts and ghouls that roam my domain, but have you seen their nightmares?" Suddenly you are standing in a smoky black void. In front of you is the massive head of the jack-o'-lantern. Its crooked maw is wide open and preparing to bite down on you but you feel the pain of the attack before it even makes contact. Inside the pumpkin's mouth is another mouth and inside that one is a million more. The more you look the more mouthes you see, each one snapping at your flesh in one terrible instant. You are deafened by the sound of eternity chewing on your remains, grinding your bearing forever.
And then the nightmare, vision, reality -- whatever it was, it is over. You are back in the hall and the King is now standing only a few yards away from you. You barely hear his voice as the chewing echoes in your ears, "You are banished. Leave now."
Apollon looks barely phased. “Sorry? Could you do that one more time. I didn’t quite see all of that.” He says, tapping near his eyes. “Kinda partially blind.” He laughs like a maniac. “You will fall King, just like your precious season. I have seen Nightmares and horrors. Armies have knelt before me. I have toppled nations, I have slain kings, I have murdered legends! You will not stay alive much longer. Hear this, King of Autumn, you will fall by the time Winter arrives. Send as many of your nightmares, ghouls, demons, to try and kill me if you’d like, but in the end you will fall once Winter arrives.” He then slowly leaves the hall, leaving fire in his wake and the echoing promise behind
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
A bitter wind begins to stir up the air, sending the carpet of leaves swirling in waves of cast off foliage. "You have made a terrible mistake. Attacking me in my own hall." He speaks but the sound doesn't come from where he stands at the throne. The words are swept into your ears from all sides by the wind.
"Nightmares beyond my competition? I ask you, in what season do nightmares belong? Mine is the witching season, the months of haunting and horrors. You've seen the ghosts and ghouls that roam my domain, but have you seen their nightmares?" Suddenly you are standing in a smoky black void. In front of you is the massive head of the jack-o'-lantern. Its crooked maw is wide open and preparing to bite down on you but you feel the pain of the attack before it even makes contact. Inside the pumpkin's mouth is another mouth and inside that one is a million more. The more you look the more mouthes you see, each one snapping at your flesh in one terrible instant. You are deafened by the sound of eternity chewing on your remains, grinding your bearing forever.
And then the nightmare, vision, reality -- whatever it was, it is over. You are back in the hall and the King is now standing only a few yards away from you. You barely hear his voice as the chewing echoes in your ears, "You are banished. Leave now."
Apollon looks barely phased. “Sorry? Could you do that one more time. I didn’t quite see all of that.” He says, tapping near his eyes. “Kinda partially blind.” He laughs like a maniac. “You will fall King, just like your precious season. I have seen Nightmares and horrors. Armies have knelt before me. I have toppled nations, I have slain kings, I have murdered legends! You will not stay alive much longer. Hear this, King of Autumn, you will fall by the time Winter arrives. Send as many of your nightmares, ghouls, demons, to try and kill me if you’d like, but in the end you will fall once Winter arrives.” He then slowly leaves the hall, leaving fire in his wake and the echoing promise behind
The Autumn King stands silently, watching your exit through the smoldering, triangle eyes of his pumpkin helm. He then turns and marches back to his throne. The gathered court mutter and murmur under their breath. Come winter? This is the Autumn Country, Winter doesn't come here. Surely this man is mad.
They look to their King for answers but find none in the silent laugh of the pumpkin smile.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
A dark look flashes across his face. "The Master of Gloom is cruel shadow of a man devoid of compassion. He cares only for himself and his own advancement no matter the cost to others. I have deliberately hampered his advancement in my court because too much power is wasted in his hands." There is a shocked round of muttering throughout the court as one of their number has been called out by name. The shadows of the room seem to darken and deepen. "You know not of what you speak Appollon. I advise you to remember your place and speak only of what you know. I am the king of this court and will rule it how I see fit." His voice is deathly calm and stained with ice.
Fire creeps up the rest of his body, now spreading through the leaves. "Coward." he says simply. "That is what rulers are. Cowards who hide behind their armies when they should be leading them, letting others make decisions for them."
"You dare to come to my own domain and provoke me in front of my royal court? I gave you a hearing despite knowing your ill intent. I let you into my home and offered you a meal yet you persist to degrade my name." He says rising from his throne. His hounds stand up and begin to growl, thrashing their long, bushy fox tails. He stoops to the foot of his throne and picks up his jack-o'-lantern war helm. "You accuse me of being negligent? Of hiding behind my court and allowing others to lead? Very well then. I'll deliver and carry out my decree myself." He pulls the pumpkin mask over his head and its eyes and mouth flash with spectral flame. Wrath boils behind the wicked grin of his mask as he thunders, "Apollon, the Flame of Frenzy, you are no longer welcome in my home. Your name is now marked. The hunter shall now become the hunted. No longer shall you be protected by my law should any denizen of my domain decide to seek out your destruction and they shall know this by your name." Smoke curls out of the seething corner of his jagged smile. "Now you'll see how present my hand really is in the affairs of the Autumn Country."
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
A bitter wind begins to stir up the air, sending the carpet of leaves swirling in waves of cast off foliage. "You have made a terrible mistake. Attacking me in my own hall." He speaks but the sound doesn't come from where he stands at the throne. The words are swept into your ears from all sides by the wind.
"Nightmares beyond my competition? I ask you, in what season do nightmares belong? Mine is the witching season, the months of haunting and horrors. You've seen the ghosts and ghouls that roam my domain, but have you seen their nightmares?" Suddenly you are standing in a smoky black void. In front of you is the massive head of the jack-o'-lantern. Its crooked maw is wide open and preparing to bite down on you but you feel the pain of the attack before it even makes contact. Inside the pumpkin's mouth is another mouth and inside that one is a million more. The more you look the more mouthes you see, each one snapping at your flesh in one terrible instant. You are deafened by the sound of eternity chewing on your remains, grinding your bearing forever.
And then the nightmare, vision, reality -- whatever it was, it is over. You are back in the hall and the King is now standing only a few yards away from you. You barely hear his voice as the chewing echoes in your ears, "You are banished. Leave now."
Apollon looks barely phased. “Sorry? Could you do that one more time. I didn’t quite see all of that.” He says, tapping near his eyes. “Kinda partially blind.” He laughs like a maniac. “You will fall King, just like your precious season. I have seen Nightmares and horrors. Armies have knelt before me. I have toppled nations, I have slain kings, I have murdered legends! You will not stay alive much longer. Hear this, King of Autumn, you will fall by the time Winter arrives. Send as many of your nightmares, ghouls, demons, to try and kill me if you’d like, but in the end you will fall once Winter arrives.” He then slowly leaves the hall, leaving fire in his wake and the echoing promise behind
The Autumn King stands silently, watching your exit through the smoldering, triangle eyes of his pumpkin helm. He then turns and marches back to his throne. The gathered court mutter and murmur under their breath. Come winter? This is the Autumn Country, Winter doesn't come here. Surely this man is mad.
They look to their King for answers but find none in the silent laugh of the pumpkin smile.
Apollon slowly leaves the keep, flames still present on the soles of his feet. “Winter is coming, king of Autumn…prepare thyself…” he murmurs, looking for something powerful to hunt
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
"Very well" Thint starts to fly southward, towards a circle of broken stone pillars nearly twice her height, or at least they look that tall from here. "How about we explore the catacombs?"
"Oh, okay"
Thint lands in the center of this circle, where a large human like skull with one eye socket, half buried and upside down, sits. “The catacombs are part of the world wide Labyrinth, different because it’s formed from bones rather than simple stone walls and that the only entrances to it specifically are in the Autumn Country.”
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
Fahkar doesn't make any sense of what they're saying, but decides to transmit his presence into the ghoul's minds via giving an intense sense of discomfort and unsettledness.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
Fahkar doesn't make any sense of what they're saying, but decides to transmit his presence into the ghoul's minds via giving an intense sense of discomfort and unsettledness.
The ghouls begin to scramble about worriedly, making agitated choking sounds in the back of their throats. Then they leap at the tombstone and pound on it with their fists shouting, “Let us in! Let us in!”
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
Fahkar doesn't make any sense of what they're saying, but decides to transmit his presence into the ghoul's minds via giving an intense sense of discomfort and unsettledness.
The ghouls begin to scramble about worriedly, making agitated choking sounds in the back of their throats. Then they leap at the tombstone and pound on it with their fists shouting, “Let us in! Let us in!”
Fahkar draws his longsword hilt. A blade made of the light of dawn springs from the handle. WIthout a word, Fahkar advances on the stricken ghouls.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
There is an old horror down here. A nightmare's nightmare. The first of all terrors, and one who has been feeding on fear since the concept had a name.
Under-Bed. Under-Stair. In-The-Closet.
He doesn't exist to be an icon of terror or a child-eating demon. No, he exists to be overcome, and he knows this. They are a master of the dramatic death, orchestrating the empowering victory of each and every youngling who faces him in the dark. He teaches them to leverage their strengths, and teaches them that monsters can be overcome if you only put your heart into it (and maybe gather a few friends).
El Coco. The Bag Man. Bloody Mary.
But he is not weak. To children, he can be stumped with a simple riddle of their own creation, or beaten to death with a flimsy stick. But to adults who decide that they should be the source of fear, he can be a real monster.
The Clown Killer. The Hook. The Phantom.
He never hurts kids. In fact, he rarely hurts adults. But when people who really do know better start muscling in on his territory, choose to be an actual threat to the most defenseless of us all, he gets mad. He stops being a symbol of victory scribbled in black crayon, and starts being a menace in three dimensions, a monster supposedly capable of the vilest deeds if he just got a little closer. He is not made to be defeated like this. He is meant to be placated.
"Very well" Thint starts to fly southward, towards a circle of broken stone pillars nearly twice her height, or at least they look that tall from here. "How about we explore the catacombs?"
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Oh, okay"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Apollon lets loose an insane laugh. “Do you really think you can kill me?!” He smiles sickeningly. “I have faced gods and have come out unscathed. I have killed nightmares beyond your comprehension. Throw your best at me and they shall die. That much I promise you.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A bitter wind begins to stir up the air, sending the carpet of leaves swirling in waves of cast off foliage. "You have made a terrible mistake. Attacking me in my own hall." He speaks but the sound doesn't come from where he stands at the throne. The words are swept into your ears from all sides by the wind.
"Nightmares beyond my competition? I ask you, in what season do nightmares belong? Mine is the witching season, the months of haunting and horrors. You've seen the ghosts and ghouls that roam my domain, but have you seen their nightmares?" Suddenly you are standing in a smoky black void. In front of you is the massive head of the jack-o'-lantern. Its crooked maw is wide open and preparing to bite down on you but you feel the pain of the attack before it even makes contact. Inside the pumpkin's mouth is another mouth and inside that one is a million more. The more you look the more mouthes you see, each one snapping at your flesh in one terrible instant. You are deafened by the sound of eternity chewing on your remains, grinding your bearing forever.
And then the nightmare, vision, reality -- whatever it was, it is over. You are back in the hall and the King is now standing only a few yards away from you. You barely hear his voice as the chewing echoes in your ears, "You are banished. Leave now."
Fahkar is slaying ghouls somewhere.
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Apollon looks barely phased. “Sorry? Could you do that one more time. I didn’t quite see all of that.” He says, tapping near his eyes. “Kinda partially blind.” He laughs like a maniac. “You will fall King, just like your precious season. I have seen Nightmares and horrors. Armies have knelt before me. I have toppled nations, I have slain kings, I have murdered legends! You will not stay alive much longer. Hear this, King of Autumn, you will fall by the time Winter arrives. Send as many of your nightmares, ghouls, demons, to try and kill me if you’d like, but in the end you will fall once Winter arrives.” He then slowly leaves the hall, leaving fire in his wake and the echoing promise behind
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
The Autumn King stands silently, watching your exit through the smoldering, triangle eyes of his pumpkin helm. He then turns and marches back to his throne. The gathered court mutter and murmur under their breath. Come winter? This is the Autumn Country, Winter doesn't come here. Surely this man is mad.
They look to their King for answers but find none in the silent laugh of the pumpkin smile.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
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Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Apollon slowly leaves the keep, flames still present on the soles of his feet. “Winter is coming, king of Autumn…prepare thyself…” he murmurs, looking for something powerful to hunt
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
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Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
Apollon is wandering the land, following any trails of beasts he comes across and looking for any friendly faces.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thint lands in the center of this circle, where a large human like skull with one eye socket, half buried and upside down, sits. “The catacombs are part of the world wide Labyrinth, different because it’s formed from bones rather than simple stone walls and that the only entrances to it specifically are in the Autumn Country.”
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Fahkar doesn't make any sense of what they're saying, but decides to transmit his presence into the ghoul's minds via giving an intense sense of discomfort and unsettledness.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
The ghouls begin to scramble about worriedly, making agitated choking sounds in the back of their throats. Then they leap at the tombstone and pound on it with their fists shouting, “Let us in! Let us in!”
Fahkar draws his longsword hilt. A blade made of the light of dawn springs from the handle. WIthout a word, Fahkar advances on the stricken ghouls.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
There is an old horror down here. A nightmare's nightmare. The first of all terrors, and one who has been feeding on fear since the concept had a name.
Under-Bed. Under-Stair. In-The-Closet.
He doesn't exist to be an icon of terror or a child-eating demon. No, he exists to be overcome, and he knows this. They are a master of the dramatic death, orchestrating the empowering victory of each and every youngling who faces him in the dark. He teaches them to leverage their strengths, and teaches them that monsters can be overcome if you only put your heart into it (and maybe gather a few friends).
El Coco. The Bag Man. Bloody Mary.
But he is not weak. To children, he can be stumped with a simple riddle of their own creation, or beaten to death with a flimsy stick. But to adults who decide that they should be the source of fear, he can be a real monster.
The Clown Killer. The Hook. The Phantom.
He never hurts kids. In fact, he rarely hurts adults. But when people who really do know better start muscling in on his territory, choose to be an actual threat to the most defenseless of us all, he gets mad. He stops being a symbol of victory scribbled in black crayon, and starts being a menace in three dimensions, a monster supposedly capable of the vilest deeds if he just got a little closer. He is not made to be defeated like this. He is meant to be placated.
The Boogeyman.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.