"Fear? What use do I have for that? Besides, I have a party to plan, souls to torment, deals with the devil to make, etc. etc."
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7 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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7 yrs ago
I need a vacation...
7 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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7 yrs ago
My dog died.
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7 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.
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@Lord Zee
Dirka looked at her sister with a smile, then saw her lack of robes and her eye twitched but she kept her sanity and OCD in check. She stood up, brushed her robes off, and put her hand up as if about to explain something, then a temporary loop of this for two minutes. Finally she spoke. "My proposition is this: I will give you a new school of magic for your exclusive and demented use, as well as an alliance between us, and in return I wish for the dragon you've imprisoned, for my own uses that is." She went to the wall with human corpses and grew into Anu's size. She poked a corpse that was fresh three times, then flicked it. "I have a plan that will bring both peace, and war, to the entire world, and only you know of this. Pompous windbag one and two are planning to steal our power, control us like Ferron's tools, and keep us on such short leashes we won't be able to do what we do best; pure uncontrolled maddening sin. I may believe in balance, but true balance is war. And war is full of sin, is it not?" She walked up to her sister with a insane and evil grin. She shrunk herself and floated around Anu'Varr. "You are the only one that knows this thus far. I may be mad, but I'm smarter than most of the gods. You are childish, but you are pure. Pure is good for what I have planned, and as equals, we and the other gods of Chaos will make this world perfect. You, me, Sommler, Oao, Iarus, Ragnadon, and if possible, Iva'krorh in an eternal fued with Gamation, Hyperion and their followers. Of course, Ones like Azheil, hayim, and Naswaru can be neutral if they wish, for they are ones who are attuned for neutrality. But if you accept, the world will be our playground. Those of Order will think they have power, but they will be the puppets, not the puppeteers." She grew to Anu's size again. She spit her green saliva on her hand and held it out. She had an evil, insane, crooked smile, and her eyes glowed with madness. "Deal or no Dice?"
Deruga walked the old deer trail towards the edge of the Teeth of madness. He was closer to his goal, and closer to Dirka's greatest favor. He had heard stories of the other sorcerers that did great deeds for his goddess, all were given life in the rift, and power beyond normal. The mimics were lizards and birds, hanging off his robes and ramshackle pack. To pass the time, he had been writing a song to sing to his mistress, but kept getting frustrated with the lyrics, for he wanted her to understand his truest thoughts. The mimics were often making fun of him for this, even laughing at lines they thought were that of a sane man. They were right in a way. Deruga had lost little of his sanity to magic. Most of his spells were minor and relied more on ingredients rather than power of the mind. It angered him, but also made him one of the few that could hide themselves easily as a Jorgun(magicians term for non-magical outsider). "Let the trees glow brighter than ev- no that's pure sanity. It needs to be madder. I want to impress her, not bore her. Ugh, why couldn't I fall for a dryad or sorceress rather than a god? It's hopeless..." One mimic in the guise of a chameleon on his shoulder spit in his ear. "It's not hopeless you fool if you put your mind to it! But we truly do think that you have given yourself a difficult task. But we might be able to help you in your task, if you trust us- yeah, no, just trust me. The others will make you do something stupid. But I could help you. I do know her likes and dislikes of you and other things." Deruga was hesitant, but he got on his knees for dramatic effect, placed the mimic on the ground, and pleaded with crocodile tears. "Teach me the ways of women, please!" The mimic and it's brethren grinned in amusement. It got back on the man's shoulder and sighed. "Fine, I will! Your begging is like a plague!" he made his throaty grinding noise that was a mimic's laugh. Deruga got back up and with a smile continued their journey. "Thank you. Now, my teacher, what's first?" The mimic laughed. "Let's start with how your best chance to woo her would be in the new moon celebration, due to how 'wild' she gets in the dark." Deruga left a trail of nose blood for a mile.
Dirka looked at her sister with a smile, then saw her lack of robes and her eye twitched but she kept her sanity and OCD in check. She stood up, brushed her robes off, and put her hand up as if about to explain something, then a temporary loop of this for two minutes. Finally she spoke. "My proposition is this: I will give you a new school of magic for your exclusive and demented use, as well as an alliance between us, and in return I wish for the dragon you've imprisoned, for my own uses that is." She went to the wall with human corpses and grew into Anu's size. She poked a corpse that was fresh three times, then flicked it. "I have a plan that will bring both peace, and war, to the entire world, and only you know of this. Pompous windbag one and two are planning to steal our power, control us like Ferron's tools, and keep us on such short leashes we won't be able to do what we do best; pure uncontrolled maddening sin. I may believe in balance, but true balance is war. And war is full of sin, is it not?" She walked up to her sister with a insane and evil grin. She shrunk herself and floated around Anu'Varr. "You are the only one that knows this thus far. I may be mad, but I'm smarter than most of the gods. You are childish, but you are pure. Pure is good for what I have planned, and as equals, we and the other gods of Chaos will make this world perfect. You, me, Sommler, Oao, Iarus, Ragnadon, and if possible, Iva'krorh in an eternal fued with Gamation, Hyperion and their followers. Of course, Ones like Azheil, hayim, and Naswaru can be neutral if they wish, for they are ones who are attuned for neutrality. But if you accept, the world will be our playground. Those of Order will think they have power, but they will be the puppets, not the puppeteers." She grew to Anu's size again. She spit her green saliva on her hand and held it out. She had an evil, insane, crooked smile, and her eyes glowed with madness. "Deal or no Dice?"
Deruga walked the old deer trail towards the edge of the Teeth of madness. He was closer to his goal, and closer to Dirka's greatest favor. He had heard stories of the other sorcerers that did great deeds for his goddess, all were given life in the rift, and power beyond normal. The mimics were lizards and birds, hanging off his robes and ramshackle pack. To pass the time, he had been writing a song to sing to his mistress, but kept getting frustrated with the lyrics, for he wanted her to understand his truest thoughts. The mimics were often making fun of him for this, even laughing at lines they thought were that of a sane man. They were right in a way. Deruga had lost little of his sanity to magic. Most of his spells were minor and relied more on ingredients rather than power of the mind. It angered him, but also made him one of the few that could hide themselves easily as a Jorgun(magicians term for non-magical outsider). "Let the trees glow brighter than ev- no that's pure sanity. It needs to be madder. I want to impress her, not bore her. Ugh, why couldn't I fall for a dryad or sorceress rather than a god? It's hopeless..." One mimic in the guise of a chameleon on his shoulder spit in his ear. "It's not hopeless you fool if you put your mind to it! But we truly do think that you have given yourself a difficult task. But we might be able to help you in your task, if you trust us- yeah, no, just trust me. The others will make you do something stupid. But I could help you. I do know her likes and dislikes of you and other things." Deruga was hesitant, but he got on his knees for dramatic effect, placed the mimic on the ground, and pleaded with crocodile tears. "Teach me the ways of women, please!" The mimic and it's brethren grinned in amusement. It got back on the man's shoulder and sighed. "Fine, I will! Your begging is like a plague!" he made his throaty grinding noise that was a mimic's laugh. Deruga got back up and with a smile continued their journey. "Thank you. Now, my teacher, what's first?" The mimic laughed. "Let's start with how your best chance to woo her would be in the new moon celebration, due to how 'wild' she gets in the dark." Deruga left a trail of nose blood for a mile.
@Archangel89
Dirka looked coyly at the beast. She went up to it at an uncomfortable distance for anything. She moved parts around and stretched others out. She stepped back and thought hard. Then, with a great smile, she plucked the harp and spoke in a joyous voice "I can't permit all magic, due to it's deceitful and dangerous nature, but I know that the illusion and destruction schools will do perfectly, in fact, I'll even give you a scroll I wrote that teaches the illusion school, an art me and one of my favorites have been perfecting before I introduce it into the human population for various purposes. I remember teaching you the destruction schools basic principles in case the need arises for you, so that knowledge should be enough to perfect them." She quickly goes over to a table of stone, vines, and blue gems that had various pieces of parchment and a wisp making a glowing purple fluid. She tossed a few scrolls and grabbed one with bright green and red trimming. She goes to Iarus quickly and shoves the scroll into his robes, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She walks towards a table and a portal appears above Iarus and the snake-man. She waves behind her, and in a sultry voice she says "And next time, come for fun, not work~. I'd like to see what my little Lier has learned in the last year~." and the portal began to decend, sending Iarus and the Snake to Iarus' home.
Dirka snaps her fingers and a man in very tribal yet ornate robes enters the sealed room of blue and grey stone. He bows deeply, then performs a magicians greetings. He clears his throat and asks in a voice like ripping paper "Me' lady, whatcha' need? I's got a fine spiritous brew goin' for da' party 'dis new moon celebration, and I don'ts want its over heatin'." She licks her lips. She is in awe at the flavor. "I assume you've had a taste? Needs more termite leg juice. Annyyywhhoooo, I need you to tell Sporatog that well be expecting a new race to teach soon. Also, do I have anything in my teeth? I have another meeting, and this one I want to look my worst." She opens her mouth revealing her sharp canines and wisdom teeth, which looked like canines instead of wisdom teeth. There was nothing in them, but the man decided to have a bit of fun. "Dear you, me' lady! Looks like a barn in there!" She closed her mouth and smiled. "Thank you, Haglerot! I want to see if I can make my sister queasy. Bye!" and she was gone.
@Lord Zee
She popped up in Anu's throne room, but Dirka expected a filled with dread throne room. "The fresh name of mom? Anu'varr? Are you in here? I've got a proposition you can't refuse!" She turned to see a dragon; not at all what she expected. She walked to it's cage and listened to it's cries. Good thing she listened to Naswaru when he talks to beasts. "Why are you being tortured deary?" she cooed. The beast struggled to get it out, but it did. "The mother...of demons...is...punishing me for...attacking her...territory under...Ragnadon's orders." Dirka hissed when the name was mentioned. She never liked it when Ragnadon attacked her things, but she cared less for things of other gods, mostly because they didn't give her the consideration she believed was due. They asked for her help more often than not, or they try to rip her off or steal, or cheat her out of her things. Just because one is mad doesn't mean they're gullible. Yet she went with it anyhow. It wasn't in her nature to get angry over something that petty. So she decided to have some fun. She stood up, broke the cage, and dragged(impressive for a woman only 8'10") the dragon out, but kept it in pain. She slammed it's head on the ground(which also looked cartoonish) and looked it in the eye. "I'll make you a deal beast. Serve me, become my mythic beast, and I will make sure no more torment heads your way ever. Let madness seep in, let it mold you, and none can hurt you if they themselves are not mad by my right. But first, let me make a deal with your current leash holder. In the mean time..." She sat next to it's head and it's pain went away when she started petting it. "...I'll keep your pain away. Just sleep." and the dragons eyes drooped then closed. Dirka sighed. "Anu's castle always brings out my more diabolical self. Guess that's the chaos of magic for you."
Dirka looked coyly at the beast. She went up to it at an uncomfortable distance for anything. She moved parts around and stretched others out. She stepped back and thought hard. Then, with a great smile, she plucked the harp and spoke in a joyous voice "I can't permit all magic, due to it's deceitful and dangerous nature, but I know that the illusion and destruction schools will do perfectly, in fact, I'll even give you a scroll I wrote that teaches the illusion school, an art me and one of my favorites have been perfecting before I introduce it into the human population for various purposes. I remember teaching you the destruction schools basic principles in case the need arises for you, so that knowledge should be enough to perfect them." She quickly goes over to a table of stone, vines, and blue gems that had various pieces of parchment and a wisp making a glowing purple fluid. She tossed a few scrolls and grabbed one with bright green and red trimming. She goes to Iarus quickly and shoves the scroll into his robes, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She walks towards a table and a portal appears above Iarus and the snake-man. She waves behind her, and in a sultry voice she says "And next time, come for fun, not work~. I'd like to see what my little Lier has learned in the last year~." and the portal began to decend, sending Iarus and the Snake to Iarus' home.
Dirka snaps her fingers and a man in very tribal yet ornate robes enters the sealed room of blue and grey stone. He bows deeply, then performs a magicians greetings. He clears his throat and asks in a voice like ripping paper "Me' lady, whatcha' need? I's got a fine spiritous brew goin' for da' party 'dis new moon celebration, and I don'ts want its over heatin'." She licks her lips. She is in awe at the flavor. "I assume you've had a taste? Needs more termite leg juice. Annyyywhhoooo, I need you to tell Sporatog that well be expecting a new race to teach soon. Also, do I have anything in my teeth? I have another meeting, and this one I want to look my worst." She opens her mouth revealing her sharp canines and wisdom teeth, which looked like canines instead of wisdom teeth. There was nothing in them, but the man decided to have a bit of fun. "Dear you, me' lady! Looks like a barn in there!" She closed her mouth and smiled. "Thank you, Haglerot! I want to see if I can make my sister queasy. Bye!" and she was gone.
@Lord Zee
She popped up in Anu's throne room, but Dirka expected a filled with dread throne room. "The fresh name of mom? Anu'varr? Are you in here? I've got a proposition you can't refuse!" She turned to see a dragon; not at all what she expected. She walked to it's cage and listened to it's cries. Good thing she listened to Naswaru when he talks to beasts. "Why are you being tortured deary?" she cooed. The beast struggled to get it out, but it did. "The mother...of demons...is...punishing me for...attacking her...territory under...Ragnadon's orders." Dirka hissed when the name was mentioned. She never liked it when Ragnadon attacked her things, but she cared less for things of other gods, mostly because they didn't give her the consideration she believed was due. They asked for her help more often than not, or they try to rip her off or steal, or cheat her out of her things. Just because one is mad doesn't mean they're gullible. Yet she went with it anyhow. It wasn't in her nature to get angry over something that petty. So she decided to have some fun. She stood up, broke the cage, and dragged(impressive for a woman only 8'10") the dragon out, but kept it in pain. She slammed it's head on the ground(which also looked cartoonish) and looked it in the eye. "I'll make you a deal beast. Serve me, become my mythic beast, and I will make sure no more torment heads your way ever. Let madness seep in, let it mold you, and none can hurt you if they themselves are not mad by my right. But first, let me make a deal with your current leash holder. In the mean time..." She sat next to it's head and it's pain went away when she started petting it. "...I'll keep your pain away. Just sleep." and the dragons eyes drooped then closed. Dirka sighed. "Anu's castle always brings out my more diabolical self. Guess that's the chaos of magic for you."
@Archangel89
Take your time. Family always comes first(unless they are insane like most of mine, then don't worry)
Take your time. Family always comes first(unless they are insane like most of mine, then don't worry)
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