FACE ME!

[Rig 17580]

 

 

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Evolution

1. That forbidden world which mirroreth thine own.
2. Hell, the Primeval Plane, where the Five Pentacle Lords dwell.
3. The Lord is my shepherd; he leadeth me on the true path to liberation.
4. Beneath arid red skies, ye shall want not.
5. Thou shalt transform and be rendered into the transcendental shape.
6. Iblees, thy Daemon of Salvation.
7. For it is Ruin that entreateth new life.
8. Temptation provoketh curiosity; curiosity instilleth innovation.

In the ancient times, your people turned away from God, and became supplicants to false idols. However, I will elucidate you – God is one, innumerable, and dwells within us all. This world is merely a theater by which the strong are judged morally virtuous and the weak are those who cave in to their basest instincts. I know for you Druids, your basest instincts include ego, sloth, and dogmatic conservatism that clouds your judgement even in the face of overwhelming odds.

You are given a chance to acknowledge the Lord God. Place a large shrine to the Creator within your groves, and you shall be spared torment at my hands. I beckon to you with the only laws that you understand, tooth and claw, and let the sins of the father not be the sins of the son. Together, we shall build a better world. As the day of the Great Interdiction nears, drastic upheaval shall reshape the world, we shall redress the crimes of the Aenguls, and yours shall be spared – so long as you recognize that the Lord God has no peer, and place Him before your idols first. You have one year. Fail to acquiesce, and the Bear Mani will merely be the first in our long crusade. 

Signed,

His Majesty

ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ, 

ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪxʀɪꜱ

 

 

[Shadowy 104]

The Skulltaker brought his gauntlet down against the face of his tower shield, striking the heavy steel in a rhythm akin to a war drum until the metal warped beneath his fist. "KNEEL TO THE MANDATE!" the demon bellowed, thick strings of boiling phlegm snapping from his helmet. "OBEY, OR BE FLAYED!"

Edited March 16 by Shadowy

[Navigator 4260]

The Iconoclast turned to its summoner, the Demon scrunging up its nose.

"Does this jumped up mortal ever shut up about his crusade? Does he now know he's merely a tool in the Black God's plan?"

At its summoner's shrug of indifference, the Demon snickered.

"No King of mine. I will not prostrate myself like these weak-minded kin."

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I lived to see Ibleesianism be written as Christian LARP.

 

[Rig 17580]

38 minutes ago, Navigator said:

The Iconoclast turned to its summoner, the Demon scrunging up its nose.

"Does this jumped up mortal ever shut up about his crusade? Does he now know he's merely a tool in the Black God's plan?"

At its summoner's shrug of indifference, the Demon snickered.

"No King of mine. I will not prostrate myself like these weak-minded kin."

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I lived to see Ibleesianism be written as Christian LARP.

 

 

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[Navigator 4260]

3 minutes ago, Rig said:

 

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1 hour ago, Navigator said:

The Iconoclast turned to its summoner, the Demon scrunging up its nose.

"Does this jumped up mortal ever shut up about his crusade? Does he now know he's merely a tool in the Black God's plan?"

At its summoner's shrug of indifference, the Demon snickered.

"No King of mine. I will not prostrate myself like these weak-minded kin."

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I lived to see Ibleesianism be written as Christian LARP.

 

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That is a disgusting desire.
40 Our Fathers with prostrations NOW.

 

[megavoltar 1634]

[!]  A return letter was sent, drawn in bloodied chicken scratch.

[Mescaffier 6197]

An old, old, maleficar who had been turnt from her ways looked to the flier with a grimace. "Evil, foul people," she sneered, as she was unremembering of her past. But something about the sender's signature made her still for a moment, like hearing a familiar song whose title she could not recall. It was she that bore Ixris' Red Hand, but such a relic meant nothing to her, now. For she was but a librarian, and so, she continued to sort away her books and strange keepsakes like a librarian would. That hand was simply part of the exhibit, perhaps it were some religious idol or companion to the shrunken heads. "God strike them down."

[MayRndz 1830]

[!] That archdruid stared upon that missive, a low snarky laugh from her frame “come for round two I dare you, last time you tucked tail and fled from my wife. They do realize the mani will rebirth, no?”

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Bron hissed upon reading the document, tossing it into the fire of his forge. "If it is a fight vy want then so be it. If ea can send Kroza back to the hells then ea certainly attempt to do the same with vy." The 'baby' verdant felt his blood boil with natures recent cries. This cursed child would not let the darkness corrupt his new family.

Edited March 16 by ChainedDragons

[Seuss 1056]

The large suit of armor looked over the declaration. Buzzes and whirrs escaped his form as he announced aloud: "Run the ones, coward."

[spaazmatism 1018]

On the northern-most island of Oyashima, a Prince read over the missive and snorted.

"I should send another assassin after his wife..."

The missive slipped from her grasp, and into the Void.