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[crazyabe]

Half Formed? we are a wretched lord of Vile Fumes, we have no definite form, although that of a ram headed man appeals at the moment.

[Ardent Debater]

An enormous demonic Lobster-man has come! It's body is made of molten steel, Its Iron carapace menaces with blackened blades and spikes! Beware Its Deadly Fire!

[helmacon]

His humanoid body is composed of numerous blades, constantly melting and reforming. He is wreathed in red fire, and the smell of burning flesh pervades the air around him. The molten blades drip blood at a steady pace. The blades that compose his body are those of all the men whom he had killed the last time he walked the mortal plane.

[S34N1C]

His humanoid body is composed of numerous blades, constantly melting and reforming. He is wreathed in red fire, and the smell of burning flesh pervades the air around him. The molten blades drip blood at a steady pace. The blades that compose his body are those of all the men whom he had killed the last time he walked the mortal plane.

+1

[stabbymcstabstab]

His humanoid body is composed of numerous blades, constantly melting and reforming. He is wreathed in red fire, and the smell of burning flesh pervades the air around him. The molten blades drip blood at a steady pace. The blades that compose his body are those of all the men whom he had killed the last time he walked the mortal plane.

+1

+1

[Hawk132]

His humanoid body is composed of numerous blades, constantly melting and reforming. He is wreathed in red fire, and the smell of burning flesh pervades the air around him. The molten blades drip blood at a steady pace. The blades that compose his body are those of all the men whom he had killed the last time he walked the mortal plane.

+1

+1

This is good. +1.

[Prophet]

His humanoid body is composed of numerous blades, constantly melting and reforming. He is wreathed in red fire, and the smell of burning flesh pervades the air around him. The molten blades drip blood at a steady pace. The blades that compose his body are those of all the men whom he had killed the last time he walked the mortal plane.

+1

[~Neri]

[X] We are Emptiness. A Lack. The Void. The instinct Screams we are there. Yet the mortal mind oft simply cannot comprehend a Rift of Utter Nothingness. To gaze at us is to look upon Oblivion. The Cessation of Things. That Which Is Not.

[Prophet]

[X] We are Emptiness. A Lack. The Void. The instinct Screams we are there. Yet the mortal mind oft simply cannot comprehend a Rift of Utter Nothingness. To gaze at us is to look upon Oblivion. The Cessation of Things. That Which Is Not.

+1

[Whisperling]

PTW.

[banelord]

As your body begins to solidify the twelve cultists stand back slightly, a diffuse heat beginning to spread. Blood begins to drip, slowly, steadily off of the first formed blade, quickly evaporating back into nothingness once it hits the floor. Your entire form is altogether 8ft tall, a mass of slowly moving molten metal, constantly shifting and reforming the blades of previous conquests, some appearing much more frequently than others. The masked being gestures behind you. There lies a large stone throne, shoddily carved, but enough to seat you for now.

As you glance around the room more, it appears to be some sort of basement or cellar, carved into the floor with wooden supports around the circular room. Various blades have been etched into the walls, some much more thoroughly, with most barely scratched into place. A single lantern hangs from the ceiling by a chain, rusted and seemingly fused with the rock above. As you get your bearings the masked figure steps forward, and removes the hood and mask. A fair faced man looks towards you, blonde hair cut short. And his eyes, entirely black.

"We are here to serve you. It is time for our old lord to bend the world to his whim. What do you wish of us ....."

What is your name?

[banelord]

Bump?

[~Neri]

Our Name is a sacred thing. One with our Name would have power over us. We do not share it.

What mortals call us is what they choose. Any word is fine.

>We desire a status report of the Cult. Inquire upon those lines.

[stabbymcstabstab]

Our Name is a sacred thing. One with our Name would have power over us. We do not share it.

What mortals call us is what they choose. Any word is fine.

>We desire a status report of the Cult. Inquire upon those lines.

+1

[S34N1C]

Our Name is a sacred thing. One with our Name would have power over us. We do not share it.

What mortals call us is what they choose. Any word is fine.

>We desire a status report of the Cult. Inquire upon those lines.

+1, but they may call us Alkzandif