Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
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Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"To claim that I am 'higher' than my creations would be foolhardy. I am an authority figure, and I am powerful, but their work is as arduous and vital as my own." It climbs down from its perch, its rusted armor scraping loudly. "Our hunger is endless."
“Surely your powers can feed your creations? If not, is there any way I can help? I do not have the strength in me to protect my own people, but to protect another’s would likely be within my power.”
"..." The entity thinks for a moment. "I have not yet the power to create trees. If you could bring me some, I would be eternally grateful. I am a failure, but my people should not suffer for it. Trees that bear fruit, with strong boughs that can hold birds' nests. The birds will spread the seeds far and wide, to where my affliction will not reach them."
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
The armored monstrosity's mouthparts click, as though it were grinding its teeth with rage. "Speak so lightly of our suffering again, and that question will be on your tongue until your people die out."
“Excuse me?” They ask, startled. “I… I was just trying to help…”
"You seek communion with Suffering Itself, wretch, yet you do not seek its strength. You toy with the most dangerous fundamental emotion. An unbearable, unquenchable desire, a burning panic, a singular, all-consuming drive. Speak true, and make your intentions clear, or your wretchedness will be equal to my own."
The small god speaks with grandiosity, but its words are through clenched teeth. Its shell-shocked eyes are filled with unbridled terror and rage.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
The armored monstrosity's mouthparts click, as though it were grinding its teeth with rage. "Speak so lightly of our suffering again, and that question will be on your tongue until your people die out."
“Excuse me?” They ask, startled. “I… I was just trying to help…”
"You seek communion with Suffering Itself, wretch, yet you do not seek its strength. You toy with the most dangerous fundamental emotion. An unbearable, unquenchable desire, a burning panic, a singular, all-consuming drive. Speak true, and make your intentions clear, or your wretchedness will be equal to my own."
The small god speaks with grandiosity, but its words are through clenched teeth. Its shell-shocked eyes are filled with unbridled terror and rage.
They growl. “If you wish me to leave, I will. But if you seek to insult me, I will stay and return the favor.”
"To claim that I am 'higher' than my creations would be foolhardy. I am an authority figure, and I am powerful, but their work is as arduous and vital as my own." It climbs down from its perch, its rusted armor scraping loudly. "Our hunger is endless."
“Surely your powers can feed your creations? If not, is there any way I can help? I do not have the strength in me to protect my own people, but to protect another’s would likely be within my power.”
"..." The entity thinks for a moment. "I have not yet the power to create trees. If you could bring me some, I would be eternally grateful. I am a failure, but my people should not suffer for it. Trees that bear fruit, with strong boughs that can hold birds' nests. The birds will spread the seeds far and wide, to where my affliction will not reach them."
“I believe I could help with that.” Malaer sprays a cloud of smog at himself, filling him with more power. Though he gains more power, he seems more sickly than before. “Do you wish me to give you some power, or make them for you?” Malaer has another coughing fit, fumes seemingly emanating out of his body.
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Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
“I see. Betrayal is a terrible and disgusting thing to do, and if you do not trust me I understand. I too have been betrayed, and deep in my soul I know I still haven’t recovered.”
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Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"You seek communion with Suffering Itself, wretch, yet you do not seek its strength. You toy with the most dangerous fundamental emotion. An unbearable, unquenchable desire, a burning panic, a singular, all-consuming drive. Speak true, and make your intentions clear, or your wretchedness will be equal to my own."
The small god speaks with grandiosity, but its words are through clenched teeth. Its shell-shocked eyes are filled with unbridled terror and rage.
They growl. “If you wish me to leave, I will. But if you seek to insult me, I will stay and return the favor.”
"You already have. You should not have come here without a reason." It curls up on its statue.
"..." The entity thinks for a moment. "I have not yet the power to create trees. If you could bring me some, I would be eternally grateful. I am a failure, but my people should not suffer for it. Trees that bear fruit, with strong boughs that can hold birds' nests. The birds will spread the seeds far and wide, to where my affliction will not reach them."
“I believe I could help with that.” Malaer sprays a cloud of smog at himself, filling him with more power. Though he gains more power, he seems more sickly than before. “Do you wish me to give you some power, or make them for you?” Malaer has another coughing fit, fumes seemingly emanating out of his body.
"You are better traveled than I. You would know the needs of the land better. I will make birds to rest in your trees. And together, we will spread beauty, and remind the people that it is possible to weather the storm that is life." Rozpacz bows to Malaer. "Thank you for your kindness."
"You seek communion with Suffering Itself, wretch, yet you do not seek its strength. You toy with the most dangerous fundamental emotion. An unbearable, unquenchable desire, a burning panic, a singular, all-consuming drive. Speak true, and make your intentions clear, or your wretchedness will be equal to my own."
The small god speaks with grandiosity, but its words are through clenched teeth. Its shell-shocked eyes are filled with unbridled terror and rage.
They growl. “If you wish me to leave, I will. But if you seek to insult me, I will stay and return the favor.”
"You already have. You should not have come here without a reason." It curls up on its statue.
“Very well. We will leave. But we are simply traveling-is that not enough of a reason for you?”
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
“I see. Betrayal is a terrible and disgusting thing to do, and if you do not trust me I understand. I too have been betrayed, and deep in my soul I know I still haven’t recovered.”
"You already have. You should not have come here without a reason." It curls up on its statue.
“Very well. We will leave. But we are simply traveling-is that not enough of a reason for you?”
"If you care for your people, you will not send them through my lands. My presence is a threat to most. I do not wish for anyone to be hurt. I bring not threats, but warnings. Our curse is contagious. It spreads through the soil. It is offensive to all. I beg of you, if you do not require my assistance, do not attempt to approach me. It is too dangerous."
"..." The entity thinks for a moment. "I have not yet the power to create trees. If you could bring me some, I would be eternally grateful. I am a failure, but my people should not suffer for it. Trees that bear fruit, with strong boughs that can hold birds' nests. The birds will spread the seeds far and wide, to where my affliction will not reach them."
“I believe I could help with that.” Malaer sprays a cloud of smog at himself, filling him with more power. Though he gains more power, he seems more sickly than before. “Do you wish me to give you some power, or make them for you?” Malaer has another coughing fit, fumes seemingly emanating out of his body.
"You are better traveled than I. You would know the needs of the land better. I will make birds to rest in your trees. And together, we will spread beauty, and remind the people that it is possible to weather the storm that is life." Rozpacz bows to Malaer. "Thank you for your kindness."
“You’re welcome. You are a smart and dignified god, and your people will one day thrive, believe me.” He turns around to leave, but follows up “Since I am doing you a favour, could you do me good? If you see a salmon skinned person with moth wings, or a silver skinned woman with a jellyfish atop their head, do not mention me. If they ask, do not tell them anything. It is small but it would be the utmost kindness to me.”
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Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
“I see. Betrayal is a terrible and disgusting thing to do, and if you do not trust me I understand. I too have been betrayed, and deep in my soul I know I still haven’t recovered.”
They nod. “Thank you…”
“No worries.” Trina pauses before saying “Could you do me a favour? If you see an ash-skinned man wearing a gas mask, tell me.”
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"You are better traveled than I. You would know the needs of the land better. I will make birds to rest in your trees. And together, we will spread beauty, and remind the people that it is possible to weather the storm that is life." Rozpacz bows to Malaer. "Thank you for your kindness."
“You’re welcome. You are a smart and dignified god, and your people will one day thrive, believe me.” He turns around to leave, but follows up “Since I am doing you a favour, could you do me good? If you see a salmon skinned person with moth wings, or a silver skinned woman with a jellyfish atop their head, do not mention me. If they ask, do not tell them anything. It is small but it would be the utmost kindness to me.”
"As you wish, stranger. May your life be fruitful." It climbs back up its shrine to watch over its people.
Malren is wandering through the land, frowning at all they see. Their followers are at his heels, and a few are talking to her. Malren sighs, and with a screech, five trees rise from the ground, with black bark and dark green leaves, and black fruits and flowers. The followers are quick to grab the seeds and start planting them. (2 CP for a small miracle.) 2 for followers.
Bríz is regrouping with their people. They are obviously planning something.
Scuttling towards Bríz’s group is a tiny centipede, revealing the presence of Trina.
Bríz frowns at the centipede. “Do not try to deceive me.” Bríz’s people, four of them, draw wooden weapons. Behind the group are two winged horses, aaaaaand I forgot to roll followers for the winged horses so gimme a sec.
26 followers.
The centipede tranforms into an androgynous person with salmon skin. “I am simply here to observe. I would never try to harm such insignificant beings.” They turn to Bríz. “Of course, I’m not talking about you.”
“Why thank you.” Bríz says dryly. “Who are you?”
“I am Trina, the god of rot and decay. Who are you?”
“I am Bríz, Archangel of Love and War. I am, of course, preparing for a war. I am bringing my people far away so they will not die.”
“How do you know there will be a war? Additionally, death is natural. Do your people know they will one day die?”
“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
“I see. Betrayal is a terrible and disgusting thing to do, and if you do not trust me I understand. I too have been betrayed, and deep in my soul I know I still haven’t recovered.”
They nod. “Thank you…”
“No worries.” Trina pauses before saying “Could you do me a favour? If you see an ash-skinned man wearing a gas mask, tell me.”
“Oh? I am willing, but I would like to know why.”
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“Someone attacked me. I plan to attack back. I know they will die, but they will have descendants. More and more descendants. They will not have descendants if they die now.”
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“I see. If you wish, I can help protect your people. I do not enjoy the pain and suffering that comes along with death and destruction.”
Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"..." The entity thinks for a moment. "I have not yet the power to create trees. If you could bring me some, I would be eternally grateful. I am a failure, but my people should not suffer for it. Trees that bear fruit, with strong boughs that can hold birds' nests. The birds will spread the seeds far and wide, to where my affliction will not reach them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“We can handle ourselves.” Bríz says stubbornly. “I plan on taking them on my flying horses to another island, one where the flying cat will never find them.”
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“Flying.. cat? Is this another god? I see you do not want to make yourself seem weaker, but if you do wish for protection at any point, simply ask.”
Hiii :3
14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"You seek communion with Suffering Itself, wretch, yet you do not seek its strength. You toy with the most dangerous fundamental emotion. An unbearable, unquenchable desire, a burning panic, a singular, all-consuming drive. Speak true, and make your intentions clear, or your wretchedness will be equal to my own."
The small god speaks with grandiosity, but its words are through clenched teeth. Its shell-shocked eyes are filled with unbridled terror and rage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It’s not that I do not want to seem weaker… although I suppose it is. The one person I asked for help I expect to betray me, and I do not know if I can handle multiple betrayals. Not after the last one…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
They growl. “If you wish me to leave, I will. But if you seek to insult me, I will stay and return the favor.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“I believe I could help with that.” Malaer sprays a cloud of smog at himself, filling him with more power. Though he gains more power, he seems more sickly than before. “Do you wish me to give you some power, or make them for you?” Malaer has another coughing fit, fumes seemingly emanating out of his body.
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
“I see. Betrayal is a terrible and disgusting thing to do, and if you do not trust me I understand. I too have been betrayed, and deep in my soul I know I still haven’t recovered.”
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"You already have. You should not have come here without a reason." It curls up on its statue.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You are better traveled than I. You would know the needs of the land better. I will make birds to rest in your trees. And together, we will spread beauty, and remind the people that it is possible to weather the storm that is life." Rozpacz bows to Malaer. "Thank you for your kindness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Very well. We will leave. But we are simply traveling-is that not enough of a reason for you?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
They nod. “Thank you…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"If you care for your people, you will not send them through my lands. My presence is a threat to most. I do not wish for anyone to be hurt. I bring not threats, but warnings. Our curse is contagious. It spreads through the soil. It is offensive to all. I beg of you, if you do not require my assistance, do not attempt to approach me. It is too dangerous."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re welcome. You are a smart and dignified god, and your people will one day thrive, believe me.” He turns around to leave, but follows up “Since I am doing you a favour, could you do me good? If you see a salmon skinned person with moth wings, or a silver skinned woman with a jellyfish atop their head, do not mention me. If they ask, do not tell them anything. It is small but it would be the utmost kindness to me.”
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
*Naner just checking, would creating some trees be a miracle or terrain?*
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
“No worries.” Trina pauses before saying “Could you do me a favour? If you see an ash-skinned man wearing a gas mask, tell me.”
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14yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias.
"As you wish, stranger. May your life be fruitful." It climbs back up its shrine to watch over its people.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh? I am willing, but I would like to know why.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023