Discord
Changelog
Velsharoon snapped up from his divining pool with a start, and his left thumb accidentally dipped itself in the water. Disoriented, he looked around with a frown. Where was he again? What was he doing? His mind filled with confusion as he watched the ripple expand in the water from where his thumb disturbed it. Well, whatever he was trying to look for was ruined now thanks to the bad luck of something so stupid as his thumb slipping.
He closed his eyes and sat back in his dark chair, trying to focus his thoughts. He was in his abode, the Tower Terrible. But why the hell were the rest of his thoughts so scattered? What had he seen that caused this? He continued to try and calm his frazzled mind, and eventually some pieces came back to him.
He had been looking for the means to become a god. That’s right! But...what was it again? He shook his head angrily as the realization suddenly took him that he may have indeed found what he was searching for, but something had either blocked or wiped that memory from him. Angrily, he got up again and looked into the now calm pool once more, focusing his rage and thoughts and finding it again.
He would not be denied, by man or god.
The water below the surface appeared to swirl wildly, turning dark blue, then purple. The abrupt boom of thunder, with lightning appearing in the depths of the water almost broke his concentration, but by sheer force of will he continued the divination. The water continued to swirl, but shorten, even more. Finally, it came to him that he was looking through a raging purple sandstorm. For a brief moment the sandstorm cleared just enough to see a very old ruin, and then a brilliant bolt of lightning struck the entrance and the water of the pool exploded upward to drench a startled Velsharoon who fell back unceremoniously into his chair. Irritated, yet elated at the same time, he know what he must do. He needed to find that ruin in the storm of purple sand. The key to godhood must lie there!
It was time to get his Shadows to work.
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In her throne room from the depths of the Abyss, Beshaba laughed. Her thoughts filled with delicious possibilities, and with a malicious smile, set out to visit another god of chaos to discuss them.
It was time to visit her misfortune on a god, and she couldn’t think of a better one than the young, arrogant fool who held too much power already. Her laugh echoed throughout her domain as she went, driving those tormented souls within to a madness they had never known possible.
He closed his eyes and sat back in his dark chair, trying to focus his thoughts. He was in his abode, the Tower Terrible. But why the hell were the rest of his thoughts so scattered? What had he seen that caused this? He continued to try and calm his frazzled mind, and eventually some pieces came back to him.
He had been looking for the means to become a god. That’s right! But...what was it again? He shook his head angrily as the realization suddenly took him that he may have indeed found what he was searching for, but something had either blocked or wiped that memory from him. Angrily, he got up again and looked into the now calm pool once more, focusing his rage and thoughts and finding it again.
He would not be denied, by man or god.
The water below the surface appeared to swirl wildly, turning dark blue, then purple. The abrupt boom of thunder, with lightning appearing in the depths of the water almost broke his concentration, but by sheer force of will he continued the divination. The water continued to swirl, but shorten, even more. Finally, it came to him that he was looking through a raging purple sandstorm. For a brief moment the sandstorm cleared just enough to see a very old ruin, and then a brilliant bolt of lightning struck the entrance and the water of the pool exploded upward to drench a startled Velsharoon who fell back unceremoniously into his chair. Irritated, yet elated at the same time, he know what he must do. He needed to find that ruin in the storm of purple sand. The key to godhood must lie there!
It was time to get his Shadows to work.
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In her throne room from the depths of the Abyss, Beshaba laughed. Her thoughts filled with delicious possibilities, and with a malicious smile, set out to visit another god of chaos to discuss them.
It was time to visit her misfortune on a god, and she couldn’t think of a better one than the young, arrogant fool who held too much power already. Her laugh echoed throughout her domain as she went, driving those tormented souls within to a madness they had never known possible.