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Also, my work week is Saturday through Tuesday, so I don't have much time to work on this during my work week.
O_O
get well soon. Sincerest condolences.
But it is undeniable that most of their progress comes from their connections and the information they can gather from spying.
Wether by choice or not, aware of it or not, many work for the Cult.
(sorry for taking a bit, you'd be surpised how hard it was to find art that for this card that was like what I wanted lol)
and hope you get well soon tommia!
P.S. I think @TezzeretofCarmot21 can be safely eliminated at this point as they haven't visited the site for a while.
But finding it was the ultimate test. Now that everyone has access to it, comes the ultimate challenge, WHO CAN BEST USE IT TO THEIR INTEREST?
So, @spookoops @IzItTru @Xero0 @Daedalus_The_All_Father @MonkeyPirate2002 @ThatOneCat @Tommia,
for next Friday, Make us a card symbolising any fashion in which you UTILISE the heart to your own benefit!
*Entry*
The Resplendent Aberration can accomplish much by altering reality on a micro and macro scale. The only problem is that the change caused by it tends to be unpredictable.
Chaotic memories come out in fright
never sleeping through the night
Pools of flinging fevered dreams
trap you in your lucid screams
Where rapid eyes move with no rest
and paradoxical pulses beat out your chest
Left to know trepidation’s best
so you entomb them deep to remember less
To perplex the weary mind
to be checked and to gloomy cell confined
Collared your impressions bind
Nature has prompted and no law denied
shut the gates of mercy on any of its kind
See the darkness yielding
time to concentrate on your healing
Into night, clarity you shall climb
Up mountains that tore apart the light
Caged by demons, can’t come out to bite
Ascending yourself with a drop of fright
Now all is done have what shall have no end
It’s time to truly begin your invigorating fight.
24 HOURS! Is more time needed?
*Lore*
Edit: Card updates.
However, Medea and her sect fully believe this plane to be the one prophesized to be the last steppingstone for their master's ascention, they do not seek to use it's resources for anything other than conquering the plane itself, so that he may consume as much of it as possible when he consumes it's worldsoul.
The heart will not be used to shape the land to the cult's will, no, the cult can and has already achieved that, instead, it shall be it's trump card, it's signall to all the other factions not to step out of line, every last drop of power the heart could master and more was put into this; a weapon of mass descrution that could put nukes to shame, not only destroying miles of land, but being able to be precisely aimed into multiple locations to destroy different targets.
If any faction seeks to use their own hearts, or anything of the sort against the cult, retaliation will be tenfold.
Such a bold an uncharacteristic tactic for the cult but certainly fitting for the cunning 7th Archbishop of The Wheel, but as allways, the question remains, is there more the cult seeks to achieve with these tactics other than guarantee it's own safety?
If history is anything to go by, the answer is yes.
I grant an additional 48 Hours....
Please post. I will not spoil anything, but there are some major players score-wise among you three.
Keep the good work going @HeroKP
Sorry for the wait.
(Welp time to pull random blurb that would make more sense had I written more but its too late to go back so here goes)
Florence paced rapidly within the confines of his room, his mind racing. He knew that the plane was growing increasingly agitated with their stay, yet that was not the only troubling news. The nightmares grew only worse, and they had spread to the rest of the group. The Syndicate was slowly losing its grip on Falun as fatigue plagued it. And the spies they sent to other factions, they’ve proven fruitless in their endeavors. It was as though someone or something was preventing them from reaching their goal. Without their intel, it was only a matter of time before the Blightwood or another colony made their move.
And Ruthas. Florence could tell there was something up with Ruthas, but he didn’t know exactly what. Ever since the emergency meeting, Ruthas had grown increasingly silent, avoiding any questions that were the slightest bit personal. Eventually he would not reply to any of Florence’s calls until hours later, even in the most dire of circumstances. It wasn’t like him at all. Ruthas was a talker, a charmer, not a brooding skulk!
What disturbed Florence the most was the aftermath of the Accord’s destruction. Despite calling him several times, Florence did not receive any message from Ruthas. He knew Ruthas was still alive, for the bonded corresponder would’ve not called at all if he was not, much like how Deirdre’s was silent. Florence stopped pacing as he lifted his corresponder from his neck. He huffed, then began to enter the code to call Ruthas for the 10th time.
“Aww, you’re not gonna greet an old pal?” A familiar voice said.
Florence turned around to see an eerie figure emerge from the shadows. Its body was hidden within the darkness, save for an immaculately carved mask. Blue, piercing eyes glowed in it, staring straight into Florence’s soul. Its appearance was enigmatic at best, but its voice gave away all Florence needed to hear.
“Y-y-you’re here! But how! I thought you were somehow caught in the destruction of our ally!” Florence gasped. Ruthas simply laughed.
“Florence, Florence, Florence, how you are so wrong,” Ruthas replied. “The Blackfair Accord was never our ally, only yours.” Florence’s eyes widened as he understood what Ruthas meant.
“No! That can’t be! We trusted you! And you threw it all away! And for what? To satiate your own desires?!” Florence exclaimed. Ruthas’ eyes narrowed, his gaze striking fear into Florence, before letting go of his petrifying stare and chuckling.
“Hah! And here I was hoping you’d have figured it out already! No, I don’t simply work for myself. I work for a force far greater than you can imagine, one that could bend entire planes of existence to satisfy the darkest of desires. I work for a true God.”
We have been plotting for the arrival of a new god. One that will help us conquer entire planes of existence!
“Wait, you were responsible for King Vayne’s death?!” Florence asked in astonishment.
“Hmmm, close! But that honor goes to Malkhan. I’m just the janitor, cleaning away all those who want to keep Falun from crumbling,” Ruthas sneered. He crept closer to Florence, a knife formed out of shadows in both hands. Florence slowly backed away, until he hit the window. “You are one such person who has to be… erased. But don’t worry, there’ll be someone to replace you very soon.”
Florence subtly peeked out the window, and noticed somebody sneaking towards the building he lived in, clearly intent on checking out the commotion he was in. He looked back at Ruthas, who seemed to have paid no heed to what was going on outside. A small grin formed on Florence’s face, unseen by his assassin. It was clear he wasn’t going to survive, but if he had a bit more time, his death would not go unwitnessed. Fighting back was out of the option, for Ruthas was a much more skilled combatant than him, but Florence knew another way. Backstabber or no, Ruthas loved to talk, he loved to gloat.
So he was going to let him talk.
“Why… why all this destruction? Why go out of your way to devastate the Accord? They were never a part of Falun…” Florence asked despondently. He peered into Ruthas’ eyes and saw a glimmer of temptation. Ruthas took the bait.
“Well, you are correct. Your “friends” didn’t even have a clue as to what really caused Falun to deteriorate like so. That is, until they found this.” He pulled out a small black chunk that glowed a deep, faint blue and sapped the warmth out of the air. Suddenly, Florence felt as though he had no clue who stood in front of him, almost like Ruthas vanished and was replaced with a stranger. Said stranger put the piece back in his coat, and immediately Florence remembered who stood in front of him.
“This chunk is but a small taste of the power Nothor has to offer. We knew that this artifact would prove vital in our quest to awaken our God, but there was one small obstacle before we could transport the Heart itself. The Blackfair Accord.
Ruthas continued on. “So, I set in motion of their downfall, starting off with the assassination of their four leaders,” He looked away from Florence, almost as if he was sad. But that sadness was quickly shoved away. “And poor, dear, nosy, Deirdre too. If only she didn’t stick her head in places where they didn’t belong. But isn’t what this organization is about? To pry open secrets best left forgotten and use it against their foes? The Syndicate was doomed to fail from the very start. Falun was bound to crumble anyways. So why not end it now?” With a swift motion Ruthas plunged a dagger into Florence’s chest. Florence reeled in pain, as his mind and flesh were excruciatingly wiped away. He watched helplessly as a living shadow manifested right next to him, slowly gaining form and color until it became a copy of Florence himself.
It looked exactly like him except it was… wrong. Its legs were twisted and bent in the wrong direction, its eyes were a sickly blue instead of deep brown, and its lips were curled in a manic smile. Florence looked back at Ruthas, who seemed to share the same glint of ecstasy within his eyes. Right before he ceased to exist, Florence heard Ruthas laugh evilly one last time.
"Heh, she's done it. She's truly done it. She has taken the next step to freeing our God. Can't you hear it? Her chilling melody? Does it not strike despair into your heart?"But that does not matter anymore. With you and the Blackbird Syndicate soon to be no more, there will be no one who can stop our God's—No, Ş̷̫͓̘̹̖̘̗̬̱̰̟͐̓̓̍̾̿̆̏͂̌̿̈́̈́̂͗̅̾́̈́̿̎͒̌̔̀̑̈́͠͝e̷̪̥͉͈̋̉͌̾̀̒̂͒̿̓̏́̈́̈́̉̿̑́͊̚͝͝͠͝͠ṕ̵̡̫͕͕̲̮̼̞̠̙̝̩̦̰͙̰͉͓̜̅̀̂̒̄͛͐̋̔̏̕̕͠ť̶̨̛̗͉͚̹̘̱̻̓̆̓́̾̍̒̃͒͒͒͒̇͑͌̇͂̈́̐̈́͗͊̊͝͝͝ḧ̵̨̧͚̦̙͇̻͕͈̩̘̫͔̣́̇͌̏̽̆͠į̷̛̩̜̯͎͈͍̺̝͖̰͉͕̩͈͍̞̻̹͓͚̈́͗̃̑̎̈́̈̓̿̿̽́́̄̒̈́͂͋͘͜͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅͅs̸̢̗̼͚͓͖̖͉̖̻̦̠̰͍͖̭̪̱̝͔͙͉̣̝̼̣͖̦̯̰̺̀͆͗̍̓̿̄̈̅̄̈̆̎̈́͝ͅ'̷̨̛̣̥͉͚̻̹̥̬̫̠̠̝̼̦̩͖͛́͊́̅̃͒͜͠͠ return!
(Note:
- The Blackbird Syndicate will not be no more. You'll see eventually.
- I got permission from Tezz to wreck the Blackfair Accord, so don't worry!
- As for which card is the entry... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Any of these cards could be considered an entry equally IMO.)
(Edit: Told you I was gonna get it done tonight! ;D)
Ok, so here is the deal. Since your case is special (again, get well soon), we will make a special exception.
We will now move on with the contest, since I wasted this entire season's momentum anyway, and if we wait any longer, it will grind to a halt.
BUT, you have 1 extra week of leeway before you are officially eliminated, so you can catch up if you want to (and we do want you to catch up, I was excited to see where your faction is going).
Again, extremely sorry, but I don't want this thread to die.
So pack up your custom designed bows, drink every last drop from the drinking horns (as to prevent spilling) and HEAD HOME!
Huh. Top 5. You must feel a little proud. But hold on tight, because the big guns are coming in. Let me show you, the map.
So, umm. Faolinq is angry. He is eager to break from his cage. As he coils and uncoils, the tectonic plates shatter. You evacuate all of your people (henceforth all of your territory lost to the calamity is refunded).
You have a week to show us how you adapt to this change. And you better adapt well, because the challenge after that will decide the fate of the entire season.