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Understanding how instakills work and the very basics of combat is simple enough that it certainly isn't going to detract from Mhaldor's RP. It can only enhance it, really.
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11.46 Sartan, the Malevolent
Reborn amidst the merciless savagery of the world is Sartan, the Malevolent,
the core of all Evil in Achaea.
Presiding as the merciless Overlord, Sartan manifests as the ultimate union of
Oppression and Suffering; eerily balanced, remorseless, and cruel. Through the
embodiment of the Seven Truths does He demand perfection, eagerly quenching His
bloodlust on any who stand between Him and the inevitable dominion of Evil.
Umm... do they? I sure don't
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
@Tvistor
You die first, brah.
Surprised no one beat me.
I am still loving this event to death. But I will admit to wondering what Neraeos thinks of everything.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Then he honours'd Silas and was like '...Ohhhhhh.' and felt like a jerk forevermore.
You see Sartan, the Malevolent shout, "See how they flee before Mhaldor's might. A city full of eunuchs and cowards."
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders, "They may burn with Divine fire, but My Shallamese will burn them to the ground. Onward against this filth that aids the enemy of all Sapience!"
Cruciata, Servant of Suffering shouts, "All will burn. Burn, and burn, and burn, until the Moon's tears drown the land. There is no hope."
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "Look how the God-whelp tries to inspire His pathetic band. Tell Me, "Valourous one" did your City see your tear-soaked cheeks after we destroyed your dear Miramar?"
The Wyrd shouts, "And when the blood of your own weighs the island down, sink you shall and our tears will be of joy!"
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "A tear of joy, perhaps. Tell me, glorified Mortal: How did you enjoy inflicting such glorious Suffering?"
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders, "There were no tears upon Mine, only rage in My eyes. But I did see the distinct sparkle of tears in the eye of Apollyon while I pushed that gem into His head."
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders, "If He suffered in My giving Him Justice, so be it. It means nothing to Me, only that He is dead. An unfortunate side effect that His essence found its way back to you and rejoined. But no matter, it is easier to fight one than two anyway."
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "I look forward to the day you come out from behind Mithraea's petticoats and prove you have something between you legs. Once I rip your head from your shoulders, I shall gift it to the Mhaldorians as a new chamber pot."
The Wyrd shouts, "They would just aim wrong and miss anyway."
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders, "Again, I remind You that I cut Your Brother in half from navel up. I could have gone down, but I expect there was already a gash down that way, while we're questioning manhoods."
Ringing through the ether on a resonating harmonic, the voice of the Great Bard resounds, "I have several thousand lovely witnesses who can attest to My own, er, fortitude, without resorting to arm wrestling. I recommend, gentlemen, you consider a similar path, and while You are at it, realise the true enemy among Us."
But again, hilarious.
I think genuine banter is probably allowed on the player level as long as it doesn't become some form of "griefy". Pushing OOC buttons, that is.
As for the deities, pushing buttons that way is a test of composure and resolve. The first one to visibly stiffen loses, and in this case would lose faith from their mortals. I'd think this more common among the 'dominating' figures. It's like two rams butting horns in a field. Primal and sexy. Mwrow.