Nozgoth

pretty good idea tbh

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[!] A letter, addressed to who? (This letter is intended for a specific demographic, however I do not mind if people assume knowledge of it IRP.) “Are you the root of it all? The great evil who has befell this place?” HUNTING GROUNDS To embrace God is to embrace All. You cannot create without destroying something else. You would know this if you truly served the red hand of Ylk’mesh. For today, we serve His hand. No longer do we listen, and worship His ears, nor do we ponder, and worship His mind, nor do we preach, and worship His mouth. I think we all know deep down that the duality is paradoxical. That nothing is created from what we destroy. “Eternity.” My brethren, The time grows near. There are many who know of our deeds. A deal has been stricken with the Omen Prince, and we are to aid in his design. The place once known as Du Loc is a dilapidated shell of what once was and what could be. It is a reminder of the sin that plagues us. What is your favorite flavor? Man? Elf? Dwarf? They are all there. You know of our purpose, of what I am calling you to do. By the eye of the wretch, I hereby initiate a feast. The sheep have grown fat and many. The flock must be culled. We need no excuse. “No more hiding. I want to see… the Palebeasts - outside their skin.” ~ The Red Hand of Ylk’mesh

An ordinary seeming man poured over the profane text. Each movement of his was slow, calculated - almost too perfect and precise. He seemed young, but his eyes said otherwise, they told many tales. A great many religious symbols hung down from his dull green robes. Beaded necklaces of varying shape and size were strewn across his garment and they all bore the Lorraine cross as a pendant. Something disturbed him deeply about the text, and what followed was awfully peculiar. He ripped out one of the pages, and scrawled into it a great illustration, and then he placed it back into the book. After standing up and spinning around three times, a satisfied look came over his face and he placed the book deep beneath one of his floorboards.

I. Priest and Cleric, Beast and Heretic, They preach and prance, And dance with God, All the same. One says: “Hallowed be thy name.” And the other says, All which is profane, Yet they preach and prance, And dance with God, All the same. The Beast says: “How could this be?” And the Priest prays, Beneath the chestnut tree. But they cannot truly meet God, For in their stark dichotomy, They have become duality, And God is not duality. II. Take a moment to really see, Our lives are hid in reverie, I mean this not as cliche poetry, For I truly mean reality. Look around, Pry open your eyes, See that you’re not time abound, Hear the song that has no sound. You’re quickly running out of time, Think until you’ve lost your mind, You cannot see until you’re blind, The sign, Ponder deeply the sign. You are marching off toward the end, Do you feel your soul as it ascends? I feel it.

@Rilathdoes this mean you're finally gonna hop on another track with me

[!] A journal entry. 4th of the Grand Harvest, 102 the thing inside of me There is something inside of me. A thing that nibbles at the corners of my mind, and chews at the walls of my stomach. I cannot let it get out. It all started one morning when I met the schoolman. He was a normal man, charismatic perhaps- but even I could see through his ruse. And yet I continued to meet with him, how pivotal this mistake would come to be. For it was he that introduced me to the monster. I could not see it at the time, but I shook hands with a beast, not an angel, and I now bear its mark forever more. It began as a gnawing hunger, one at first that seemed like it could be sated. So I ate, and I ate, and I ate. And one day, I met a new man - one that I had never met before. And I told him of my situation. I told him that there was once a great spirit, but no vessel was vast enough for it. So it split itself into many fragments. I told him that this spirit is in all things, but it is especially inside of me, for I am especially divine. He asked me, “if it is in all things, how could it be in you more than others”, then it dawned on me; I am more holy because I have devoured the most men, and now have the most spirit inside of me. That’s right, I never could suppress the starvation. The thing inside me is always vying for control. And I am always chasing that feeling - any possibility that my hunger might be sated. My life before I met the beast was hollow and purposeless. I could never return to those ways, for I have discovered something greater. The urge to fulfill my bottomless carnal desires. It’s like riding forth all day in hopes of reaching the sun, but each time you get close, the sun falls and you must try again tomorrow. But I must ask - am I the beast, or am I the man? Is it a beast trapped in the heart of a man? Or could it be a man trapped in the heart of a beast? I think that sin is eternal, and has existed since existence itself. If the beast is sinful, then perhaps man has been the beast all along. Then what would that make me? ~ A thing with no name

awesome update, I love the story team! keep up the good work!

[!] A notice was nailed to many walls - foremostly those in Balian. The dog is in love with a snake! I AM THE PALEBEAST To those that detest me: I Am The Palebeast, Man of this World, Man of Ur-Aegisia, A dog trapped in the flesh of Man, Frail and cornered; weeping, Lice and mites frantically leaping, And the dog is in love with a snake! One evening he awoke in a house of paintings, The walls were covered in paintings, Paintings that told tales of love and war, Paintings of him, For he had no true name. A horrible monster was whining beside him, Bloody tears dripped down its face, The walls were infernal, red cages, Its face was old, sickly, wrinkled… I fell to the rotting wood floor, I let my skin feel the sharp, hissing blood, The beast was pale gold, glazed and shrunken, And we were afraid to touch it. I bid you good tidings and love from the God, that which is, was, and forever will be; for the Lord is grand and vast, and though pretend as we might, we may never truly know, for we cannot even fathom what it means to truly know. I am the Palebeast, and I speak the word of the God: To those who detest me, know that your hatred does not go unrewarded. How could you know of my nature, and still scramble and pray upon my demise? Know that in your hatred, you only give worship to my name. For the tree at which you pray bears no fruit - could you be any more blind? I am the Palebeast, and you are responsible for my existence. In the black nativity of thought and cycle, I was born, and your hands are responsible. Revel not in thoughtless, egoic hatred. For it was you that said I could not exist without it! And yet I know that you will never heed my wisdom, so you will continue as you will. I will laugh and make mockery of you! I am the Palebeast, and I have spoken.

When @gavynand I erected an entire mushroom empire and created a thriving religion that took over all of Almaris and then we realized that we imagined the whole thing and we never left cloud temple and then we realized we never logged onto the server in the first place and it was all discord dms