Please listen and watch, from a safe distant place,
let me tell you a tale, beyond time and...
let me tell you a tale, beyond time and...
Paladin of Madness
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Eventua
Just Me
Please listen and watch, from a safe distant place,
let me tell you a tale, beyond time and space.
For one day in mid-winter, a dark lord does stand,
a barbarian king, quite filthy yet grand,
with sword-arm held ready, at the edge of the Gate,
the farmer before him, on travels most late.
"WHAT WEAKLINGS YOU ARE," he screams to the sky,
"OF MORTAL FLESH, BY WOUNDS YOU MAY DIE!"
let me tell you a tale, beyond time and space.
For one day in mid-winter, a dark lord does stand,
a barbarian king, quite filthy yet grand,
with sword-arm held ready, at the edge of the Gate,
the farmer before him, on travels most late.
"WHAT WEAKLINGS YOU ARE," he screams to the sky,
"OF MORTAL FLESH, BY WOUNDS YOU MAY DIE!"
"Please sir, I beg you, take whatever we own, but please spare my-"
"MWAHA HAHA HA," his laughter a blight,
"YOU BEG ME FOR MERCY? WHAT A CHILDISH PLIGHT!"
The farmer stood still, the tears in her eyes,
Her son gripped by shoulder, by this giant of flies.
A drop in the ocean, these tragedies of bone,
All since it began, the Obsidian Throne...
But hope is arriving, a hero of light,
What motion he takes, when revealing his might?
"YOU BEG ME FOR MERCY? WHAT A CHILDISH PLIGHT!"
The farmer stood still, the tears in her eyes,
Her son gripped by shoulder, by this giant of flies.
A drop in the ocean, these tragedies of bone,
All since it began, the Obsidian Throne...
But hope is arriving, a hero of light,
What motion he takes, when revealing his might?
-- [] "DETECT EVIL"
-- [] "SMITE EVIL"
-- [] "SPIT IN EVIL'S DINNER"
-- [] "ASK EVIL WHAT MADE IT THIS WAY"
-- [] "IGNORE EVIL"
-- [] Write-in, I guess. But you can't JOIN EVIL that's eleventy billion % illegal and will make ya boi Chad cry manly tears.
-- [] "SMITE EVIL"
-- [] "SPIT IN EVIL'S DINNER"
-- [] "ASK EVIL WHAT MADE IT THIS WAY"
-- [] "IGNORE EVIL"
-- [] Write-in, I guess. But you can't JOIN EVIL that's eleventy billion % illegal and will make ya boi Chad cry manly tears.
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[X] "ASK EVIL WHAT MADE IT THIS WAY"
I have got to see what this one does.
I have got to see what this one does.
Eventua
Just Me
I mean it's all relative.
The brute most filth-caketh, a warrior cruel,
stood there with blade, awaiting blood's pool.
"LET THIS BE A LESSON, MODESTY'S LOSS,
I'LL SHOW ALL THE MAGGOTS, TENACITY'S WRATH!"
stood there with blade, awaiting blood's pool.
"LET THIS BE A LESSON, MODESTY'S LOSS,
I'LL SHOW ALL THE MAGGOTS, TENACITY'S WRATH!"
"That doesn't even rhyme."
The dark lord of the Gate, turned now to the east,
There on horizon, a rainbow-clad beast.
There on horizon, a rainbow-clad beast.
His presence was warping, the fabric of time,
and narrative structure, began to decline.
and narrative structure, began to decline.
The warrior king, currently nameless, looks past the camera to stare down the aimless.
"WHO DARES DISTURB MY MURDER?!"
"A man who can tell you, you're not fit to lead. So please tell me why, or else you will bleed."
The brute king was no inexperienced whelp, of course. He had slain countless trespassers, ne'er-do-wells, heretics, highwaymen, senior citizens, and small defenseless animals before, so he was used to all manner of strangers daring to approach his Gate. But this stranger... his stench cut through every layer of slime and mold, decay and death, that endlessly filled this glorious, wretched lair.
"WHY? WHY WHAT?! WHAT HERETIC THINKS HIMSELF FIT TO QUESTION THE OBSIDIAN KING?!"
"Because I desire no further death. This place has stunk of it for eons - at your behest, of course - and it intrigues and horrifies me to know that you have never once explained yourself. Perhaps there might be some agreement that does not involve murder?"
The two strangers - one clad in shining rainbow, the other clad in blackened bone - glared into each other's eyes, peering into the soul, finding nothing of common ground that they might share, no spirit of kinship nor hope of the future... only a shared will, an eternal endurance to never give up, even in the face of oblivion.
The monster snorts, letting go of the child - the ruddy lad, no more than five at most, ran to his mother's open arms. No, for once, the murderer had something more interesting to hunt.
"MURDER IS THE VERY REASON FOR MY BEING, AND YOU SEEM LIKE A FINE TURNING OF THE WHEEL."
And so at the Gate, first of its kind,
Stand there the hero, the fiend, and a line.
The first one to cross it, is technically blamed,
For the end of one life, and the others' fresh shame.
What course do you take? You are currently TENACIOUS.
Stand there the hero, the fiend, and a line.
The first one to cross it, is technically blamed,
For the end of one life, and the others' fresh shame.
What course do you take? You are currently TENACIOUS.
-- [] SMITE EVIL (Initiative, bonus to damage)
-- [] TAUNT EVIL (Counter, bonus to defense)
-- [] PACIFY EVIL (Speak, bonus to Hope)
-- [] TAUNT EVIL (Counter, bonus to defense)
-- [] PACIFY EVIL (Speak, bonus to Hope)
Eventua
Just Me
The hero stares him down, that unyielding spirit, a cold and ironclad will of metal and bone. The monster, an echo in the shape of a man, snarls and pants, every breath a curse, a welling of disease-ridden steam.
"I will fight you," cries the paladin, each word sending a ripple of reflective light across his armour, "But tell me one's name! I want to know the name of he who kills so relentlessly!"
The monster approached, his sword-tip falling behind him, a line carved in the rot-filled dust with each step forward. The skeletons of insects beneath scuttled in ripples, the reflection of a living thing reacting to something theoretically alive.
"ONLY A FOOL ASKS MY NAME. MY WILL IS ABSOLUTE, SO WHAT MATTERS THE LABEL?"
This is going to be tricky.
"I could offer mine...? It's-"
"YOU BORE ME STRANGER. IF EVEN ONE MORE WORD LEAVES YOUR LIPS-"
"What, any word? Like toast? Or hobnobs?"
The reaction was sudden, inhuman. The "embodiment of murder" lunged forward, blade arcing and lengthening, no longer a mere short-sword - as if refolded ten-thousand times by the very spirit that held it, it twisted and turned in mid-air, expanding into a vast chunk of black metal many times larger than the arm that gripped it. It swept through the air, the air cascading around it.
Like lightning the hero responded, his body sparkling with the light of hope, and stepped ever so gently to the side. His armour offered no resistance or complexity, nor did his buckler. Like a dancer, he graced to the left, sword materializing and raising to buffer against the shock wave...
Tenacity met Tenacity, and the shockwave congealed around him, a vortex of dust that scattered into the horizon... and there, past the shock wave, laid the opening.
With a silent prayer he leapt forward, the blade arcing and cutting clean-through the corruption, striking the beast's arm and forcing him to spin, the spray of pitch-black blood marking the soil. With his free hand he reaches out, grabbing our hero and pulling him within breathing distance. The sight of his maw alone - each of the dozens of a rows of rectangular, mangled teeth resembling the horizon of an industrial site - is enough to leave our hero in a mild state of shock.
"A WOUND? NOT CAUSED BY WORDS! IF ONE MORE WORD CROSSES YOUR LIPS, I'LL EAT YOUR FACE, A WOUND FOR THE AGES!"
Breaking his hold would be difficult, but thankfully you may give our hero a blessing, oh strangers from another world...
-- [] A COMRADE
-- [] A SECRET
-- [] A TORCH
"I will fight you," cries the paladin, each word sending a ripple of reflective light across his armour, "But tell me one's name! I want to know the name of he who kills so relentlessly!"
The monster approached, his sword-tip falling behind him, a line carved in the rot-filled dust with each step forward. The skeletons of insects beneath scuttled in ripples, the reflection of a living thing reacting to something theoretically alive.
"ONLY A FOOL ASKS MY NAME. MY WILL IS ABSOLUTE, SO WHAT MATTERS THE LABEL?"
This is going to be tricky.
"I could offer mine...? It's-"
"YOU BORE ME STRANGER. IF EVEN ONE MORE WORD LEAVES YOUR LIPS-"
"What, any word? Like toast? Or hobnobs?"
The reaction was sudden, inhuman. The "embodiment of murder" lunged forward, blade arcing and lengthening, no longer a mere short-sword - as if refolded ten-thousand times by the very spirit that held it, it twisted and turned in mid-air, expanding into a vast chunk of black metal many times larger than the arm that gripped it. It swept through the air, the air cascading around it.
Like lightning the hero responded, his body sparkling with the light of hope, and stepped ever so gently to the side. His armour offered no resistance or complexity, nor did his buckler. Like a dancer, he graced to the left, sword materializing and raising to buffer against the shock wave...
Tenacity met Tenacity, and the shockwave congealed around him, a vortex of dust that scattered into the horizon... and there, past the shock wave, laid the opening.
With a silent prayer he leapt forward, the blade arcing and cutting clean-through the corruption, striking the beast's arm and forcing him to spin, the spray of pitch-black blood marking the soil. With his free hand he reaches out, grabbing our hero and pulling him within breathing distance. The sight of his maw alone - each of the dozens of a rows of rectangular, mangled teeth resembling the horizon of an industrial site - is enough to leave our hero in a mild state of shock.
"A WOUND? NOT CAUSED BY WORDS! IF ONE MORE WORD CROSSES YOUR LIPS, I'LL EAT YOUR FACE, A WOUND FOR THE AGES!"
Breaking his hold would be difficult, but thankfully you may give our hero a blessing, oh strangers from another world...
-- [] A COMRADE
-- [] A SECRET
-- [] A TORCH