femurlord

Even from God's domain, Lector Dharas, the dead Inquisitor, felt himself peeking through the clouds. He heard the disturbance. "Lectors?"

Upon the battlefields against Azdromoth, Tanaka braved the storm alongside his comrades. Faced by death once already in this war, his second time would not be as lucky, nor as expected. Amid the warfront shifting, conquering the small fortress of Satar, Tanaka joined his battle-buddy, Oijin, in the bloody skirmish! In the darkest of night and their waning zeal, the Sunlit Lord, Xan, possessed a man. Tanaka insulted this man, this divine being, winning in shattering its ego at the cost of his life. With a streak of sapphire, godly electricity smote the drunkard into ash that’d scatter the battlefield. An ant squashed in the infinite cosmos, one without a legacy to remember, nor place for his soul to wander, dust. In Koyo-Kuni, many would find the bum’s tent unattended, a gourd half-drank and his leftover clothes stained.

i love min-max

Gashadokuro prepares his response

"Kill yourself, Jumoko!" Shrieked Tanaka, a bigoted drunk, who lobbed stones upon any Cursed passerbys. "You will not corrupt Koyo-Kuni!"

The devil itself, Gashadokuro, stood at the head of Hexicanum's furnace-like entrance. With open arms, the red ogre welcomes cursed children that flock in droves, banished to servitude, "You'll work the trenches!"

@Qizuas my consolation prize, can I get Wraith Knight for free? I don't want to spend money

IGN: femurlord MC NAME: Gashadokuro NATION: Hexicanum

______________________________________________________________________ From a forsaken stronghold, a single ghoul championed a cursed page from those dreaded walls. The deadman braved the elements and any passerby with a singular goal, its stink drifting West to East. The lone shadow of a beast sought one goal and completed it with an unnatural, highly suspicious know-how. That zombie issued a public challenge to a champion of the heavens, the Glovebearer. ______________________________________________________________________ Woe be the Conquered, Feanor, In the time of Arcas, you along with the others were entasked with bringing forth ruin, stopping the wheel as you let hell spill over into the material. You, like me, have sinned deeply and loyally as one of the Seven, but that time is past. The Sign you bear is physical, everlasting. Epleiades is your destiny. You’ve abandoned it, dishonored it. You were chosen to eat the weak, to stop the wheel but instead, you’ve chosen the easy life through Malchadiael. A tea-sipping dog that is nothing without that gauntlet. You will know my name, Vaevictis. Prove to me your might, answer my call in Seven Moons or face the consequences. Lord of the Grave, Gashadokuro. ______________________________________________________________________

I sold my soul to one of six devils, aligned with Minecraft Satan, what do you mean I can't have digital sex? Romance is the only roleplay I engage in