forum Death has come for you... (A character chat for Death and some others. Join with whoever you want to, make sure they can handle it though!.)

Started November 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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(Let's get this started. It is a character chat, so…)

Dūrus: Sighs Hello… people… and mine Apprentice…

Wren: I am not a person, Lord Death. You know this. As a matter of fact, I'm more of a… shapeshifter? Is that how you say it in this tongue?

Iris: I know you, Death: You are Dūrus the Black Mist, The Reaper in the Night, The Cold One, The Unfeeling Lord, The Black King of Shadows and Night, The Eternal Sorrow, The Whisper of the Moon, The Dark Old One, The Stalker of Mortals, The Taker, The Cold Enigma and The One Who Watches. You have quite the reputation. Me… I'm less known, but just as powerful as you, if not more so. After all, I am the Iris Œsāhfâs. The Iris of the World.

(Thank you. Mind Traveler is also the name of the song he’s based off of. If you want I could put up a link, your call)
(Yay! Here’s my chaotic bunch, lol. Sorry for the length)

Goldergon: Bows at Dūrus. Greetings, Mentor.

Lucitius: Mentor? You, a damn Vanisher, have a mentor?

Goldergon: Death is my mentor, you soul-sucking fiend!

Lucitius: Well, the perfect title for yourself.

Malcolm: Shut up!

On’nyosh: Ah yes, two of my favorite people, Roasted Chicken and Roaster of Chickens.

Lucitius: …

Malcolm: …

Malcolm: Who’s the fucking asshole that let this guy in here?

Falbahaddon: I did.

On’nyosh: Shrieks and hides behind a corner. Who let that creepy zombie bastard in here?

Goldergon: A zombie creature that stands my height. Fascinating.

Falbahaddon: I let myself in. And you cannot hide from me. Your soul is mine!

Avectus: Souls, yes. The more we have the better.

Lucitius: Wonderful. A Planetary God and an obscure zealot. Heavy sigh.

On’nyosh: Hey, Shoe-is-Blue, kill that zombie bastard for me, will you? I fucking hate that guy.

Falbahaddon: I am not alive in any sense you understand, mortal. I feast on your decay.

Lucitius: Planetary Gods. Arrogant as always.

Falbahaddon: Glares. You, even with your power, hold nothing over me.

Lucitius: I could give a shit.

Goldergon: Shall there be killing here? Evil grin.

Avectus: More souls to feed my master.

Everyone else: …

(And sure!)

Dūrus: Apprentice… why do you… have aqaintances… such as… Falbahaddon… or Avectus… Lucitius… is the most surprising to me… of all of them…

(The song Mindtraveller. I love this song, particularly the beginning of it)

Goldergon: I didn’t know of Avectus until now. Eyes narrow at the elderly zealot. He’s a strange one. This Falbahaddon creature is new too. Lucitius… I hate him.

Lucitius: Glad we share something in common.

Falbahaddon: Walks over to On’nyosh and picks him up with a claw. Why are you the only one that knows me?

On’nyosh: Trying not to gag. Fuck, you stink.

Falbahaddon: Glowers at him. I am God of Decay. Stench is natural… and quite pleasant to me.

Lucitius: Also a God of Madness. Seems that I own you, Falbahaddon. Madness is one of mine own tenets.

Falbahaddon: Glares fiercely at Lucitius. You dare think of controlling me!

Lucitius: Do I dare? The arrogance.

Malcolm: Well, the perfect couple. Two Gods of Madness.

Lucitius: I will electrocute you if you do not shut it.

Malcolm: Fuck you.

Avectus: Electrocution. Interesting.

Lucitius: Glares. Why?

Avectus: So pure. So brutal.

On’nyosh: Shut the fuck up, Avectus! Kicks Falbahaddon in the face and escapes his grip. Stay the fuck away from me, you creepy ass, hunched over zombie fuck!

Falbahaddon: His face melts into an indistinct mass of watery gunk. He wipes it off, his face regrowing, and grins. Never happening.

(I was at school when this started so imma just kinda, worm my way in here-)

Squid: standing quietly in a corner, clutching some sort of strange mask in his hands uh..mm..

(Wave)

Falbahaddon: Looks toward Squid and licks his lips with a funky pointed tongue. Who are you? Another soul to claim?

Avectus: We are all souls to be claimed.

Falbahaddon: Shut up, priest!

Squid:..Squid, my name is Squid. Don't think you'd want to take my soul or whatever anyways, it's awfully stained

Falbahaddon: A large grin appears on his face and a gleeful hiss gurgles from his throat. The more stains, the better!

On’nyosh: Well, at least he’s amused now.

Falbahaddon: You’re next, jester!

On’nyosh: What did I ever fucking do?

Falbahaddon: Met me.

Goldergon: I volunteer to kill him.

Falbahaddon: Glares at Goldergon. You stay out of this!

Goldergon: Why should I?

Falbahaddon: Hisses angrily.

Goldergon: Grins evilly. We could be such friends, Dreaded One. Starts telepathically sharing information.

Falbahaddon: Eyes narrow angrily. He then looks at Goldergon with intrigue. I like this one.

On’nyosh: Ah fuck. Lucitius!

Lucitius: I am not your servant, jester.

On’nyosh: I get that, but you can kill these two bastards!

Lucitius: Watches the two thoughtfully.

On’nyosh: Incredulous, Don’t fucking tell me you approve!

Lucitius: I shall not tell you then.

On’nyosh: What the fuck? I thought you killed creatures like Goldergon!

Lucitius: Typically. ‘Tis Falbahaddon that intrigues me.

On’nyosh: That creep bastard! He’s like Goldergon’s twin brother!

Malcolm: What the fuck are you rambling on about?

Avectus: Kneels. Master, you reward me well.

Malcolm: And what the fuck is with this guy?

Lucitius: Silently watches everything.

On’nyosh: Sighs. We’re fucking doomed.

Squid: absentmindedly messing with the mask in his hands and silently watching I have no idea what's going on..he mumbles to himself

Falbahaddon: Turns back to Squid. You are about to die is what is happening. Stalks toward Squid, clawed fingers flexing eagerly.

Goldergon: Grinning evilly. Shall I help? Goes around to flank Squid.

Squid:..oh- he blinks in surprise, kindof stumbling back a few steps before remembering what the mask in his hands is for. Squid quickly puts it on, a spit second later, in a blur of motion and some loud horrid cracking noises that keep coming one after the other, out emerges Squid, now a horrifying amalgamation of teeth and eyes and tentacles. He lets out a loud screech, one of the tentacles flying and hitting Falbahaddon

Falbahaddon: A chunk of his body disintegrates, but quickly regrows. He laughs, a funky gurgling sound that wasn’t pleasant at all. A wonderful challenge!

Goliathan: Stays back, watching a moment, assessing the situation. He then snaps his fingers, a horde of sword appearing and slashing at Squid.

Squid: A good few of the tentacles did get cut off, oozing black blood gushing from the wounds as they start regenerating again. Every move he makes seems to be accompanied with another horrid crack, as his mess of a body keeps rearranging itself into even more terrifying mixture of body parts. At one point he doesn't even have a face, a large, leech like mouth with whirring razor sharp teeth covering the entirety of his used to be face. He slashes and claws and bites at the nearest person, easily tearing off chunks of flesh and coming back instantly for more

Dūrus: Freezes everyone, pulls people apart Can't… have you… killing each other… quite… just yet…

Squid: He lets out a quiet gurgling noise as his body goes stiff, a hundred eyes just staring at Dūrus

Dūrus: Looks at Squid with a baleful reproach, daring him to try something

Squid: The eyes eventually look away, as he lets out a quiet growl in submission

Dūrus: Lets Squid go, still keeping everyone else frozen Good… you have learned… patience… and wisdom…

Iris: Looks confused, continues moving What's that supposed to do, Dūrus?

Dūrus: Very confused What… are you… Iris…

Iris: Grins Shouldn't you already know me?

Falbahaddon: Escapes the magic freeze, lunging at Squid.

Goldergon: Vanishes and reappears away from Squid and Falbahaddon, understanding that he needed to be patient.

Lucitius: A rumble rises in a throat and he waves a finger at Falbahaddon. Persistence is not a wise choice at the moment.

Falbahaddon: A tendril of mist grabs his ankle and trips him. Another tendril of mist grabs his arm. He repeatedly melts his arms and tries to escape, but the tendrils keep capturing him, effectively immobilizing him. He glares at Lucitius.

Lucitius: I can do much worse.

Malcolm: Fucking useless assholes, and who the fuck is this bitch?

Avectus: Another soul to be given to my master.

Malcolm: Shut up!