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From some dank cave, a spider turned the missive over to their kin with a nod.

IGN: Elahicol Name: The Black Pontiff / Eye Of Iblees Age: 1163 Gender: N/A The team you’re playing for: Iblees Interests: Killing, deals with mortals, worshiping GOD(Iblees). Extra info:

Ragebait?

Newport or Marlboro Top three long hold investment suggestions who does your taxes

Here before the lock 😍🤞🏾

I should preface by saying I had no real hand in working on this, I gleaned maybe one or two blurbs and tossed around an idea with Navi previously, so as of today I was reading this proper for the first time. Devils needed a rewrite and I feel like this honestly fits the theme relatively well. - Previously, CC lacked any real substance beyond being fucked up looking, hardly and fluff or much else to drive character stories save for the general 'go forth and do evil' vs 'go forth and break free' tropes that many players have done (very well, mind you.) - I feel like this allows for those archetypes to persist while adding more possibilities to stories moving forward. At the very least, this will show us where ST stand on pieces like these, and will allow us to conjure up something that might fit into the server's lore.

Marlboro Reds or Newport 100s Menthol

Wretched, squelching flesh and chittering bone. A false thing, a bastardized drake beholding no majesty; perched ‘pon a pulpit before a congregation of figures too enamored in their praise to realize his being there. Some bloat-fly wizzes forth, spitting forth bile and papyrus, word of this missive came before mortal eyes had seen it for themselves. He does not conclude his preening, corpse-worms are plucked from blackened scales and yet; to one veiled at his flank, the patchwork of men and women who spoke for him like some tone-deaf choir; ”How many Men would shed their FAITH in each other, if only they knew the depravity of their Sins? What facades take they, if only to guise the truth of their being.. War, endless war, Kings, Princes, elves and men; shamans, priests, clerics and scribes.. How many devote themselves to my kin, and yet believe not the stories of That Which Sees?” A whisper in turn, though many might claim them to be his own, no matter, he bids his conclusion as though none SHOULD question. “War, endless war.. Send the hordes, reinforce our kin until every faithful servant of my Father rises from mortaldom to wield their Lorraines inverse; to topple their shrines and their barbaric totems. God is dead, and they have replaced Him.” - “Hail the General Vriza, Hail Ixris, and Hail My Father.”

The Son Iblees, freshly emerged from his pulpit's festering depths, beckons the attention a small section of his clergy. The rot of his downturned expression is answer enough. ; Usurper, pretender. - "Find them." @xo31@lemonke@PolarLoLs

i think thats the point. It's not redlined out, and u cant tell these guys 'common sense or ur powergaming' because no one wants to argue semantics

I can’t read this they didn’t teach me cursive in school sorry

“I will destroy you” remarks the son of iblees from the high hells very nonchalantly