>>2736777

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https://youtu.be/HWxIz8haxt0

Perhaps if the remaining mighty gods had not so abused their domains, and tried to so tightly hold the reigns of the forces they commanded. Maybe if they had not tried to so thoroughly and cruelly enslave the powers that by their divine blood they claimed right to, as had the warden of wilds, perhaps then they could have saved the world they had witnessed the birth of, eons before.

For when the lord in the sun called for his abode, his castle and his progenitor to make his fiery wrath known to the abominations that were once men or beast, the flames instead turned upon him with fury greater than even his to see his subject and blood slaughtered like mere animals. And perhaps, if he had simply swallowed his pride and allowed the licking flames to consume them, maybe the world would still have another chance. but in his furious battle against his own heart, the sun responded to his desperate attacks and bellows with its own rage filled roar. And by the time the lord in the sun fell to naught but embers and ashes, colossi made of flame and fury now scoured the land, turning once green fields into barren rock and sand.

And while this happened, the seas began to grow and storms whipped them into a wildness not seen since before the birth of their guardian. For he had locked himself and his court beneath the sea not after the fall of the dreamer, for the sea itself rose from its slumber and so how he deemed to try and command it like a common whore. And so it swallowed those cities so brazenly built upon her shores, devouring and twisting those that remained within, be they already consumed by their own fantasies or not. And, with that hearts of those brineborn gods reclaimed by their former "charge", the sea was once again released from its long rusted shackles, free to triumphantly and happily swirl itself into a storm that would end any world.

And, among the chaos, those weavers of wind fell silent. the gifts of the wise forger rotted, and the clouds began to fall as if they were stone and choked those who fell within them. For many tragedies fell upon these final days, and it would be foolish to attempt to record them all to no audience. For every god that fell, be it by hubris or the hungry claws of their own creation or perhaps the hunger driven by desperation of their own kin or simply falling to the cataclysm unleashed by their greater lieges, one by one they fell. And with each that died, the thread they were was pulled from the fabric of reality. And more chaos followed as those who so foolishly commanded the wild spirits of reality as if they were theirs to command.

And now, the last of the old divinity, the soul remainder of the pantheon watches, seeing all the death and destruction his kindred's hubris and failings had created. For this shrouded soul always knew when end came to it, for his sister life had wandered off on the last wind, blown apart like petals and seeds.
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>>2736795
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4GLQs4dG2s
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Yes death knew when he must end, he knew now and now always knew how he would meet his last. For he had been the last for so many before. But now he stood, with the lucky few to die before he himself fell into the pool his sister had reforged souls within, he stood as the last of the gods, staring out at the world that would soon become empty.

For death could never know hope, he turned his head away in defeat, content to have witnessed the world so many thought he had ruined by being born as the first of the dead.

The sun began to flicker, and turn red as the highest of all gods finally bled out, a rain of red embers signally his final breath. The sea rose up, finally reclaiming the last of itself from the heart of the king who had once commanded it so completely. And on the air, a seed blew through scorched deserts to a stranger resting place, past the fields of broken knights and legends.

For death knew not hope, he knew only despair. And now, thinking he had seen the worlds own end, he stepped into the clear pool.

And with that, the old world was abandoned and still, and even death had died.

But perhaps, if death had not lowered his head...perhaps he would've know hope for the first time in his existence.

For in the distance, in the great yawning abyss of darkness and despair, a spark. A mere ember of divinity began to glow....to grow into a flickering flame of golden light.

Who will we follow in the ruins of this abandoned world?
[] The last of the dead, a little mortal soul who wandered back to the guide's empty throne, an found a small sliver of might left. And out of innocent curiosity, She claims it
[] The last drop on the sun kings blood and his heir, a burning rage now cooled, a newly born god falls like a comet, born of another's fiery end. the boy of light, so rudely awaken
[] the daughter/ mother of the sea. Upon a rock in the middle of the storm, a girl of brine and freedom awakens, with only discordant and dissonant memories in her head
[] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins with divine life. the lone soul among carrion
[] Life's seed. it falls on a lonely glade that did not rebel against the world. And so nurtured begins to grow, and with gossamer wings it petals unfurl, revealing a spark to start again
[] Another? well there are many possibilities in the end, afterall (write in)

Sorry for being such a shit, but I FEEL LIKE I'M BACK BABY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5NqIsnyTG8

>>2736836
>[x] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins with divine life. the lone soul among carrion
We knights of the Round Sofa now.

>>2736836
>[] The last of the dead, a little mortal soul who wandered back to the guide's empty throne, an found a small sliver of might left. And out of innocent curiosity, She claims it

>>2736836
>[] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins with divine life. the lone soul among carrion

Sounds interesting.

>>2736844
Great to see you back and questing again HM, you're ding a awesome job!

going to grab some grub real quick, but I'll be right back.

Not backing down now that I'm back in don't worry. so please wait patiently and keep voting

>>2736836
>[] The last of the dead, a little mortal soul who wandered back to the guide's empty throne, an found a small sliver of might left. And out of innocent curiosity, She claims it
Peachy keen.

>>2736836
>[X] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins

>>2736836
>The Last Knight
seems the most interesting and original.

>>2736836
>[] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins with divine life. the lone soul among carrion

I like this a lot HM.
Here is my attempt at a write-in.

>[] A boy sits up straighter, the last hintings of
hope escaping the maddened creativity's skull, only finding a way out at the very end.

Could be phrased better but, eh, I'm not expecting it to win or anything.

>>2736836
>[] Another? well there are many possibilities in the end, afterall (write in)
Some wild beast that ate a small mote of a long dead gods power, and became much more than it was.

>>2736890
Not sure why it separated the write-in like that I didn't click enter while writing, but you get the idea I guess.

>>2736836
>[] The last knight, among the blood of gods, the last knight lays, broken and dying. but as death dies, the lingering divinity slips through his armor, and fills his veins with divine life. the lone soul among carrion
Afternoon HM Glad to see you back

>>2736892
>[] Life's seed. it falls on a lonely glade that did not rebel against the world. And so nurtured begins to grow, and with gossamer wings it petals unfurl, revealing a spark to start again
Also this, if it's male.

>>2736854
>>2736899

glad to be back

Also I'm back, and writing. So you have chosen the last knight, awesome

Also just realized I forgot to put The Headmaster in the tags on the archive in my excitement. shit

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For across fields, hills and mountains tall, a glimmering ember of life struggled to stay lit, despite all that had tried to snuff it out. The last stand of the kingdom of the sun's light, the last desperate fight to protect all they held dear, to keep those who could not fight safe in the last bastion they had, even as the walls of this once beautiful dream came crashing down around them. Mortal men stood against creatures that eaten the innards of gods, of dreamers so ambitious they became sprawling masses of whimsy and pure fantasy given flesh. Of those who had gone mad and aloped to help hasten the end of their world, and of the world itself biting back against their abuses. Men both noble in blood and with dirt in their blood stood by those divine progeny who had mastered war, and among the two gods of it themselves who put their hatreds behind each other. War for its own sake, and war for peace stood side by side, and fell on the same blood soaked field.

But that had not been the end of the battle, for mortal men still rallied and called out their cries of honor and bravery before unseen. Criminals, pesants, farmers, whore mongers died as brothers in arms of noblemen, fighters trained, and the prince and king themself. So who here laid upon the final battlefield of the old world? Was it a knight of renown? who had fought many battles and lived to see the end? the prince, outliving his own father, or the king his own son. Was he of noble or divine birth? He who fought to the last, he who now lay dying alone, broken in body and in armor. Was this lonely knight, who had seen horrors beyond mortal man's imagining, who had seen gods fallen like common footmen and still fought and marched forth along against the last monster in his dazed, fevered sight a man who's blood was already distinguished and legendary?

No, this man, this last knight....the last knight of the world was but a farmer, young and tempered by life's many joys and sorrows. Now he lay among the dead, with more wounds than he could count, wearing armor so broken it now looked as horrific as those monsters he had once rushed to face.

His eyes, draining of light and soul stare up into the red hued sky, tears welling up and dripping down his blood stained face. One wouldn't be able to pick him from the dead, but yet life still cried out in his chest. Ragged breaths and struggled heartbeats pushed him on. Broken armor hissed, as the one under it sat up, leaning against his broken sword for support. the thundering charge of the monster that had finally dealt a killing blow to this wounded lion was joined by his own ragged, labored breaths.
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>>2737061

Turning, his eyes halfway to death and dreaming saw the thing, made of two men stitched together by some foul organic thread, with rusted blades growing from a leg of a third that had become as another arm. The head of this monstrosity twisted into a visage that appeared as a torn rose petal, with tusk of broken ribs and one furious eye settle within it..

The knight, looked up and smiled. Blood loss had taken his senses, and now he could only hear the laughing of the girl back at his farm, who had won his heart when he was but a lad. He no longer smelled rot, blood and steal, but fresh pastry, cider and spring roses.

Struggling to stand on a shattered leg, he rose as the beast crushed the comrades who had died in front of him in the last glorious charge. With a sickening snap, mangled flesh and bone twisted under torn metal

BUT
HE
DID
NOT
FALL

With a laugh, the last knight said his last "Who would've thought" He snickered, struggling to raise his blade in defiance as he felt his already weakened body begin to fail and the fire in his heart fade. Lashing whip like tongues flew from the beast's chest, from the mouths of what used to be the heads of other knights.

"Who would've thought, a lout like me would die here". the knight thought in his delirium. "Among gods and knights. I don't want to die here, like this but....but this is where I am is it not? Always wanted to be buried on the farm, not left for birds if there's any left....I wanted to be married, wanted to see my own farm grow but well, the wise king made us all knights, I can rest with that. my line become noble. wouldn't pa be proud....this is the end is it not? At least....if it is"

"I WILL NOT JUST ACCEPT IT!" he screamed, raising his blade, snapped a quarter of the way to the hilt to the bleeding sun "I will die! But I will not lay down! I will crawl back home if I must but....NOT LIKE THIS DAMMIT!"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtCnJ8zL2YI
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And in an instant, he felt a burning pain, and struck his blade down. "going to die with me teeth in your throat" He thought as he fell back, but then saw that the monster had let to reach him. He groaned, his last breath rattling from him as he collapsed "no....not yet!!!" his mind screamed and raged.

but then his shattered body stopped, as piercing rivers of blood held him up like a puppets strings. the blood around him, the still blood of gods had come to him. Perhaps think this brave soul was their former shell. And in a moment, a man changed. a man died, and a god was born with a world shattering roar.

A foot fell, bone and flesh knitting together as broken and torn metal scrapped against itself with such force as to spark. Now maddened with a surge of life, confusion and rage no longer impotent filled the knight.

The beast was hewn in half, and so was the next....and the one after that by the screaming warrior who looked no different than the dead around him.
cont

>>2737113
Like a butcher, he cut. the beasts, former men and monsters of stone and root around him. Howling like his new prey his mind struggled against a force of such power and might most others would be driven mad by it. But on the verge of death, what had once been a normal lad, who only dreamed of a farm of his own, became as a god of war.

For he was now, indeed a god. And by time his sense returned to him, as he expended his rebirth's rush of power and energy, he fell on his back, laying among broken weapons and dead foes.

He blinked, and drew a now longer ragged breath, filling his now healed lungs with cold and refreshing air, that tasted as sweet as a sip of cold wine or spring water on a blazing summers day. As the sun began to tilt down, the red cast upon him and his blood slick armor, brought him a clarity he had not felt in days.

"What the hell happened....not dead" He gasped as a new borne babe, touching the twisted hole in his breast plate "why am I alive?...why am I....why do I feel so alive?"

he scratched his now red died hair, and didn't see it was no longer the dusty brown of his previous life.

"Huh" he gasped, staring at the scarred landscape before him, the grass dyed red, and the hills cleaved into two and the mountains split into pillars "What...what. Gaaah, well. I'm alive" He laughed, at himself and at fate

"I'm alive" He laughed, whimpering to a near sob "I...did, lady life save me?"

He looked around

"Anyone else? am I the only one...am I the last?" He asked like a lost pup, gazing upon the fields of corpses, rot and rust.

the last knight frowned

Where do his thoughts turn first?
[] just reflecting on what just happened
[] Home, and his love, need to make sure they're safe!
[] ANYONE!?!?
[] figuring out what just happened to him
[] Looking for his commanding officer
[] revenge, and fresher prey
[] Well if I'm alive....then I'm a noble now? huh, nice.
[] Why am I the only one?
[] Bah, I'm tired, I can worry about all this come morrow
[] write in

>>2737151
>[] figuring out what just happened to him
>[] Why am I the only one?

>>2737151
>[] ANYONE!?!?
>[] Why am I the only one?
>[] Home, and his love, need to make sure they're safe!

>>2737151
[] Write in "Ponder the God's and the events that lead to this moment, then with renewed vigor, find a purpose. See a meaning in the chaos. Make it our mission.

>>2737151
>[] Home, and his love, need to make sure they're safe!
>[] ANYONE!?!?
>[] figuring out what just happened to him

>>2737151
>[] just reflecting on what just happened
>[] Wait! What about the people still in the city!?!

I believe it was described as a last stand to protect a city anyway. If that's the case we should probably check to see if any civilians survived after the army fell.

>>2737157
>[] figuring out what just happened to him

>>2737157
>[] Wait! What about the people still in the city!?!

>>2737163
Good point.

>>2737151
>[] Why am I the only one?
Enjoying it so far, keep up the good work.
Voting this since it fits with a more "mature", world weary theme. While acknowledging a sense of loss.

>>2737151
>[x] ANYONE!?!?
>[x] Wait! What about the people still in the city!?!
>[x] Home, and his love, need to make sure they're safe!
>[x] figuring out what just happened to him
>[X] Panic Internally

So much distress. Life was so much easier as a lower-form.

>>2737151
Home and his love, he needs to make sure they're safe.

And raised his gauntlet covered hands to the sky, leaving his shattered hilt of a blade to fall against his chest with a wet clank, splattering blood into the air and onto his palms. He slowly clenched his fists, the leather over them bending and wrinkling as he tried to make sense the sea of confused thoughts and adrenaline the boiled and rolled around in his head. It took him a second to adjust to not feeling half dead, to not being sick and in a haze from all the blood filling his lungs and mouth. He clenched his fists, noticing a tear along the leather from the wear of swinging his blade so wildly.

Then he remembered his fight to this hill. He felt, well like a man possessed, like he just drank an entire inn out of business and fought ten men. He felt alive, more alive than before.

"But what does that mean?" He asked himself outloud, before his thoughts turned silent as he sat up, lifting up his previously ruined leg "I just ripped my way through a bunch of monsters that devoured scores of men like a wolf in a chicken pen. And I cut them down like weeds, it was easy. That, how did I do that? it shouldn't be possible. I was dying! and then suddenly I do all that? how? How?! and why did it only happen to me?"

he stared at his hands, and then up at the carnage around him, just under his feet. he sat on a small hill made of men. Not the one he had been told to recapture by the bedraggled prince.

The last knight turned his head back down his mad charge forward, as pieces of the rush began to put themselves together in his recently renewed mind. Cutting through bones of steel and skin of stone like paper, and stabbing a broken knife sized blood deep enough to piece the hearts of things that were once mere war hounds but, had became something else as he had seen them swallow horses whole.

"How did I do that and....how did I get past the hill" he wondered, tilting his head as his red hair fell down his face and neck. He turned back to his hands and frowned, panic beginning to grip his heart and replacing confusion. Was he becoming one of them? No! he'd die before then. And he didn't care where. He wouldn't become one of them, one of those monsters who ruined everything.

He reached for his sword, before his hearts maddened beating found a rhythm somehow in his chest and calmed him.

"what?' he uttered, as he realized that his hand had moved far faster than normal. He frowned, images of his slaughtered coming to his mind's eye much clearer than before. of him ripping spines out of a wyrm with his dull shield, of out running a fleeing mass of limbs that had a noble woman's corpse guiding it on top. As he remembered shattering the axe of some merging of bull and man, he clenched his fists.

And then decided to test his theory the best way his uneducated mind could. "
I got past the hill, and I did all that, and most importantly I'm alive. but, I don't think men can do things like that. So quick test"
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>>2737230

He punched the nearest helmet, and nearly shrieked as his fist went through the metal, then the putrid skull beneath.

"AH FACK! GROSS, SHIT SHIT GLAAARGH" he yelled, stumbling back, shaking his hand to get the foul smelling slime and flesh off of it "Crap crap crap"

He stood up, and held his stomach not to retch pointlessly. Hadn't eaten in days after all.

"Alright, no man's ever done that" he groaned weakly, giving his hand one last shake "or stood out of the grave like I just did so....I'm not a man no more?"

he frowned and shook his head.

"no can't be" he murmured as he gazed on the still forms of the gods laying upon a far distant hill, their banners still as the sun dipped lower and bathed all of the horror in a dark crimson hue "No a monster, still look and feel like me so..."

the gears in his head turned, as he furrowed his brow and squinted as he stared past the setting sun and saw the city sitting behind it.

"So that means" He said before a far more pressing thought ran into his head, his eyes widening.

"Wait! Need to make sure they're safe. Haley, pa, mum, even old drunk uncle george. need to get home. need to get home and protect them! Need to make sure they're alright and" His panicked thoughts screamed at him, nearly instinct at this point as he grabbed for his broken sword, hefting up his dented and half torn shield, bet then fell still staring at the city.

"No, not just them. took an oath to protect them all. And if we're all dead then....WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN THE CITY!?" He thought, yelling the last part outloud, before he shook his head "No need to figure out what I am now, I ain't a monster, so that's enough. Need to get there....Need to get there fast"

Stomping his foot, the knight nearly fell into the pile of rotted blood and bones under him

"FUCK!" He roared, need to watch out for my new might, he thought angrily as he wrenched his leg free and nearly gagged from the released miasma that followed it

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>>2737274

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>>2737274

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>>2737274

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>>2737274

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>>2737274

"No, bear it" He grumbled, squinting his eyes to focus on the distant city, the last city past the festering corpses of the gods that led them, and past the noble knights and common folk like him that all became food for whatever beasts would pick them clean. Can't get distracted now, he's seen worse than getting his leg coated in putrid, liquefied flesh. Still disgusting sure, but on his jaded mind it was bout as horrible now as it was stepping in mud. He had marched through these fields of flowing flesh for days already after all. And besides.

"need to focus" He grumbled, smacking his humble, undecorated half torn off helmet, adjusting it so he could see clearly and nodding when half his world was no longer cased in stuffy darkness. half his face exposed to the open air, he took a breath.

"If we all fell, then the city doesn't have its wall any more" He growled, wiping his hair out of his eye "And that means they're...they're"

His mind struggled against itself, not wanting to imagine the horrors he had seen and fought against doing what they did to those helpless souls, unleashing such depravities on those he loved. And those he had sworn to protect though he never met them before. Those too weak, too crippled, or too old or young to fight, the woman to.

Snorting, he nodded, screaming in his head to smother the mental image of all that horribleness happening, instead replacing it with an iron set duty to distract himself and hope...hope to whatever gods still stood that some people let lived in the city. That this sacrifice wasn't just a carnal celebration for monsters, wasn't just a feast for them. though he already admitted it, somewhere in his heart.

"NO, need to get back, need to make sure they're safe, need to protect them. Need to save them. If I am the last, then no one can stop me from going, and its my duty to hold the line where ever its been redrawn" He thought, to comfort himself before a depressing thought filled his mind

"but its so damn far away, if they're not already...then they will be when"

He snarled, smacked his helmet and began to run, screaming to keep the thought at bay as he sprinted like all of the terrors of the forest and dreaming were on his tail. Like a mad dog howling as it was beaten to death, he roared, not realizing it was loud enough to shake the ground.

And

if anyone was left to hear, they'd hear his cry

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO!!! NOO!! That can't have happened!!! NO! I REFUSE, GOTTA GET BACK! CAN'T JUST DO NOTHIN! NO NO! THEY CAN'T BE ALL....NOOO STOP IT! DAMMIIIIT!
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https://youtu.be/6QvMcQ2Eejo
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the beast that stood on the wall barely recongnized that a horde of similalry hungry beasts were braying and crawling at its leg or smashing against the wall with it. Its mind was still that of the bird it was, just now twisted to some endless hunger for the flesh of man. Bulging muscles mixed with rose thorns, feathers smeared in mud and the blood of a god twitched as it stared at
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>>2737326
the wall with all seven of its hateful red eyes, grinding its teeth filled beak like a saw against a tree as it stared at the wall, seeing a small speck running across it. Already it had broken several holes into it, and could see if it had the mind to, hordes of madmen, dream born horrors and twisted beasts like itself rushing to collect a grim harvest upon the city.

But it was just a bird, as horrific as it was, and it was hungry. Raising its head up, it shrieked. Before the ground shook, the fires raging in the city crackling as a feral bellow of rage echoed through the night air.

the world froze and it turned expecting to see another beast as itself, perhaps some horrid drake or mass of flesh.

Instead it saw a cloud of pink and red spray, and a glint rushing forward towards it. Its eyes focused on it, its old crow instincts glimmering for a moment. Before it smelled godsblood and the new ones weaved into it came rushing back to a head.


And in the streets, as an old man had his fat belly ripped open by a lanky, twisted parody of man with three sickle like claws in place of any hands, the thing turned, its one eye opening wider as the girl that old farmer sought to protect was sprayed by his blood and viscera. the beast grabbed him by his leg leaving the girl as it glared hatefully back. And by time it looked back, the girl had scrambled away somewhere deeper in the monster filled city
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The last knight screamed again , this time in despair as he saw the smoke and fire rising from the city the little he had left had been left in for safety. and saw the holes within the walls. Some horrid bird turned dragon was staring at him, as bulging masses of muscle that might've once been men, watched him on the hill to.

And he could hear every scream within the city. It would've driven him mad, if they had not become as common as bird song for him.

"so it was all for....nothing" His mind whispered before rage swallowed his thoughts whole.

What does he do in the sight of the failure of his and his comrades last stand?
[] Scream and rage, charging forth with bloodlust once more filling him to brim
[] Shout, and challenge the monsters to just take him already
[] march forth, save any he can
[]Snap, and wade into the horde, memories of the past filling his mind
[] realize what has happened, and remember his oath
[] fall to his knees and wails in despair
[] write in

>>2737345
>[x]Growl, and rush into the city, saving any that he could

>>2737345
>[] Scream and rage, charging forth with bloodlust once more filling him to brim
>[] march forth, save any he can
>[] realize what has happened, and remember his oath

>>2737345
[]Notice something he hadn't noticed before. Start thinking and planning.

>>2737345
>[] march forth, save any he can
>[] realize what has happened, and remember his oath

>>2737345
March forth,s ave what he can

>>2737345
>March forth, save any he can

But in the moment of mind numbing rage, in the calm of the storm. the broken, formerly shattered man paused mid scream, as all the pieces finally clicked in his mind and showed him the big picture as the horror and fear he had tried to run from was raging around him as a inner vortex of despair. In that odd clarity in between mindless fury and smothered sadness and grief, he realized what he had felt ever since he was given a new chance to live and fight at the end in the ruins of this dying world. For the monsters were staring at him, not continuing their slaughter, their feast or their depravity upon the charges he had sworn himself to die for. And he remembered, only once before he had seen them act like this. Like dogs watching for a bone. When the two gods of war had fallen before his own eyes.

He closed his eyes and sighed, mindless rage leaving him, and being filled by a wrought, controlled fury.

His mind turned back, to what seemed like years before hand but had been mere days.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FZoCRMJM0M
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"This" the weak old king had said, staring down at the gathered soldiers before him, conscripts and knights alike, his remaining eye filled sorrow, wrath and hate "this is our last battle, if we do not fight off the horrors of the night, then all of our kingdom, the remains of our people will vanish with us as did the sun itself. We must win! if it is a doomed last stand, we cannot give in and lay down dead! our army is broken, but not shattered. The dead are untold, as are the hordes in front of us....and we are alone, our divine guides fell this night. And so, we are all that remains, no more light to guide us. But....know that none of us are above the rest, we are all shields to break before the tide. be ye of noble birth or common, we are all mortal men, and all as noble and brave as the rest. so on this final night"

He remembered the king's eyes falling on him, and his dented helmet

"We are all knights, of glory and honor. None will speak of our legend, but we are noble souls. lad what is your name....do you swear to die, to stem the horrors would swallow our loved ones, our families, our deepest treasures? Would you, if we succeed, continue the vigil as their guardian until whatever death comes to take you?"

"Jo...jonathan sir!" He heard his own hollow voice shout out "And I'd happily die to give em all a few seconds more of life"
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"I'd happily die, for you all" he said, with a smirk, his steely iron eyes sparking as he walked calmly forward, cutting his palm on the blade to draw in the terrors before them "I would happily lay down my life, to give you a second more of life. and if I survive"

"protect you all!" he roared, stomping his foot down "FOR THAT IS THE DUTY OF THE GODS! and as far as I know, I am the last! I'll hold all you monsters back, even if its just my corpse blocking the way! SO COME WHICH OF YA WILL KILL ME EH? JONATHAN ERIKSON! COME, FACE THE LOWBORN GOD YOU MONGREL SCUM"

>>2737398
And come they did, as the bird-beast turned, and shrieked like a thousand maidens trying to act as a crow. The broken blade caught the last light from the falling red sun, as its holder marched forward

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>>2737403

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>>2737403
Time to DIE

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2737403

Rolled 12 (1d20)

Good rolls lads

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>>2737415
>>2737413
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQTCS6aWRSc

>>2737423
Good song

>>2737423
:D

There were no thoughts of survival in the young gods head now, even if he did die today, well it was at least better than festering with the rest of the dead having failed. at least if he dies like this, he can claim victory for all of his fallen comrades, all of the lost knights who died around them. then maybe...maybe it will all have been worth something, if he can save people, even but a handful. Why else would he be made a god? he didn't understand it himself, even if he was a learned man. All Jon could think was some kind force had given him a chance at penance for failing the first time, for dying while others still needed him, for being among the tally. He may have been a shield in the last wall, but it broke. And if he didn't act as a blade now, then it would all be for nothing, all those lives cut short. All wasted, and well, Jonathan was not the sort to let such sacrifice be squandered. He didn't know why he was a god now, or why only him but. well it didn't matter.

All that mattered was fulfilling his oath, and giving those who died at least some solace in the fact it wasn't all for naught.

And so he raised his sword to the sky, his heart filled with fear, and sorrow, but also hope, a hope that perhaps, he had come in time to save at least a few people, a few defenseless souls. And, he thought, if I can do that, I'll die happy.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzOSuoEAKVk
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And his exposed eye began to glow hatefully, shining like the dull embers of a smith's forge, a plain steel grey, shining like a star in the knight through the tattered steel covering his head. A small breeze came from the movement of him swinging his blade down after his proclamation, his long red hair flowing behind him like a scarlet standard. A red light twitched in his veins, as the muscles in his once weak arms bulged and twitched with his every movement.

His armor sparked against itself, its edges digging into his flesh as he calmly marched to what could be his demise, with naught but a determined glare to show his emotion. Marching forth like a metal automaton, like a puppet dragged along the stage by its strings, his rage grew out of him in a cold grey light, flowing by him like the winds that had left the world.

A scent of blood and rust rolled down the hill with him, and with a cry, his foes fell upon him. An ogre twice his height, wearing tattered noble clothing, having gnawed away at his own face to reveal his skull. It lunged at him, going for his throat. But in a flash of movement, found a shield planted in its jaw.

"COWARD, I NAME THEE TRAITOR" Jonoathan roared, as with a flick of movement, he had torn off its jaw and as it tried to slap the infant god away, found its hand lopped off at just under the wrist.

Blood red embers still feel from the sky, lighting the lone knight as he stood on his first fallen foe of the night. Swinging his quarter blade with such force that it howled, he stood almost as if daring his foes to come.
cont

>>2737482
A rolling mass of thorns and grasping hands twisted and weaved into the form of a ungodly large snake, and a burning flame cast in melted armor and bones charged at him, hissing curses in a language older than the gods themselves, and laughing as a crackling fire. And to any watching, Jon's lack of prior training was clear, as he hacked at the hateful bush like he was trying to clear weeds or deal with an over grown bush. And it was effective, as he simply held his shield like he was taught to, weathering the furious strikes of the spine forged blade the burning warrior held, even as it melted it to his gauntlet.

And when that happened, the vine snake tried to desperatly pin him down, As he turned to slam his fist into the fiery monster's "face", shattering its helmet turn head as the vines crawled over his legs and began to burrow at his flesh trying to rip into his veins. the flame stumbled back, almost confused, as it looked up to see the lone godling stab his blade through the vines, and watch calmly as it began to slither up his arm.

Seeing a chance, the thing rushed forth, laughing as it called upon the inferno fed within it to turn the whelp to ash. Jon turned, and swung his arm, and the vine creature at it with his new strength.

The flames spread to it, and the sheer mass of the now burning monster, pushed the inferno walking in a metal shell to the ground as it shrieked and thrashed wildly trying to save itself. Its killer simply chopped his way through, and planted his boot on the mass of bone and melted metal the fire called a breastplate.

"Out of my way" He said dully, pressing down with his new strength to shatter through the mass, spreading the fire through the dust with only final, thoroughly scared shriek.

More monsters were rushing to him, and the giant bird dragon was still...picking at the city like a corpse.

But Jonathan could see that monsters were still moving past the walls, like a court of maggots or cockroaches.

What did he do next?
[] fight the ones in front of them 1d20
[] Lead them away, and risk himself
[] march to the city 1d20
[] OI, BIRD! I taste better! come for me! 1d20
[] try to force the fleeing flames into his blade 1d20
[]run into the city 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2737498
>[] try to force the fleeing flames into his blade 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2737498
>[] try to force the fleeing flames into his blade 1d20

>>2737502
God dammit, sorry

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2737498
>[]Force the flames into mine blade!

>>2737498
>[] OI, BIRD! I taste better! come for me! 1d20
>[] Lead them away, and risk himself

>>2737498
>force the flames into mine blade
how do rolls work?

>>2737510
I forgot it myself, but how I've seen it work is that people roll when they vote for options that demand a vote and each different vote gets its own Bo3? Or something like that. I've only just gotten back into 4chan.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2737510
>[]run into the city 1d20
dice+1d20
in the option field.

>>2737515
Bo5, unless hm changed it.

>>2737515
Usually HM does best of 5 with crit override
So nat 1 overrides all other rolls unless there is a nat 20 to cancel it out
Crits stack so multiple nat 20's grant excessive victory and multiple nat 1's cause awful failure
Unless he is using a different roll system this time

And that stray though gave him an idea, as he had often had to deal with pests before, and had seen just how much the monsters themselves seemed to despise and fear fire. "Well at least they did before the sun went wrong" He thought to himself as the flames tried to slither away from the glowing light flowing around him from his eyes and open wound along his palm "Maybe, if I'm a god now, maybe I have powers besides being stronger than any normal man...maybe I can command the flames like our lord did to the sun? Worth a shot at"

and that was the end of his clear thoughts as he yelled in pain as the flames came surging back at him, right as he raised his bleeding hand towards it. Like lashing whips, or stabbing blades, the flames flew at him, clinging to him and holding on tight as he screamed, his already damaged armor melting over him. His scream turned to a howl of pain as the flames slithered into his armor, and the other beasts surrounded him like vultures around a corpse.

What does he do now that he's on fucking fire?
[] get his armor off before it melts onto him!
[] try again, with more cursing this time 1d20
[] Swing wildly at the monsters he knows are there 1d20
[] stomp his foot as hard as he can , to throw up dust
[]endure the pain, cut his way towards the city 1d20
[] take a deep breath, and clear his head, accidentally sucking in the flames 1d20
[] Slam himself into the nearest monster, to try and burn it to
[] stop, drop, roll
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2737544
>[] try again, with more cursing this time 1d20
>[] Slam himself into the nearest monster, to try and burn it to

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2737544
Try again

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2737544
>[] take a deep breath, and clear his head, accidentally sucking in the flames 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2737544
[x] take a deep breath, and clear his head, accidentally sucking in the flames 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2737544
>[] take a deep breath, and clear his head, accidentally sucking in the flames 1d20

Don't force anything. Remember how the sun god died, he kept forcing and commanding what wasn't his until it grew and grew in response to his actions.
We don't need giant fire colossi. Don't summon giant fire colossi, plz

>>2737546
I'll change mine to breath in if we need a tie breaker

>>2737570
Im kind of digging breath the more I think abou tit too.

>>2737572
Think about it, we can burp out fireballs like a dragon!

>>2737544
>[] LET the armor infuse with me, let it fuel my rage, test my might.

But then, the screaming stopped. though no clear thoughts could break through the mind breaking pain and panic filling Jon's head, the new god managed to cling to some bit of logic, that while it might not be true, did give him an anchor to keep his senses for a few key moments even as the flames ravaged his body and tried to consume the blood from his veins to fuel itself further. He just needed to calm down, and he could find a way out of this. His body was stronger, her could smoulder for awhile now. "After all, it took much more to kill the masters of war didn't it?" he thought as he clenched his fists, with metal dripping down his fingers, feeling the rarely felt pain of flesh beginning to cook under armor "So I can survive this. I just need to fight it off, I just need to....approach it with a calm mind, can't think. Hurts so fucking bad...hurt so much...it hurts...calm down, calm down. Hurts...it hurts"

Jon took a breath to try and calm himself, and to stop himself from crying out in pain. His shoulders slacked as he swallowed a lungful of steaming, searing air. And then jolted as he felt the flames fill his mouth as he kept breathing.

He drank at the flames, mostly in confusion, before he felt the burning leaving his body with every gulp, leaving behind a dull stinging in its place. The flames went down like any air would.

But before he could panic, he remembered how his dad used to tell him to deal with ornery bulls. Just approach slowly, and with a calm head, don't try to force anything. they're wild beasts at heart. "and isn't fire wilder?" He thought slowly "why would I try to command something like that huh? I just need to not piss it off....it was trying to get at my blood wasn't it? Maybe I could, calm it before it burns all of me to ash...Can you appease fire? Well only one way to find out!"

He put his bleeding palm over his mouth, and drank deep of his own blood, tasting flame in it already as it began to burn along his vein and rage in his gut and lungs. if he was a lesser man, the pain would've driven him mad, but well, he had enough will to focus on what mattered.

Saving the city, and its people, no matter the cost himself
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https://youtu.be/sH0ewuSL4gs
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roll 1d20 to see what happens

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2737601

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2737601
Can you smell what the boulders have been cooking?

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2737601
Onward

>>2737607
Y'all are rolling a lot of 19s today

>>2737618
I know right? my dice are usually awful

>>2737618
Perhaps it will be our sacred number?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2737601

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2737601

>>2737656
Ok I'm just going to stop now, fucking god dammit. Sorry

>>2737661
Where is the hero graphic when you need it.

If a man could scream louder than Jonathan as his insides burned and boiled, they'd be raised to divinity from the sheer force and volume of noise they made. Screeching like the dying lord in the sun in his finale moments, Jon just kept on drinking from his own veins, falling down to one knee as fire spread in his veins, and made them glow like molten metal just set on the anvil. And That was just what the godling was feeling, metal and flame set inside his veins. But he didn't stop his attempt at soothing the flame too long, he knew you could make the angriest, meanest old dog kind on ya if you just gave it enough food and love. Sure fire wasn't a dog, but in the haze of pain and panic, that's all the last knight could imagine and think of to keep himself from falling mad from the pain and terror at being burned alive inside and out. So he stood there, halfway to falling over as he drank from his own veins as hungrily as a drunkard or new born babe. And so he whimpered and squealed in pain as he felt the same blood boil in his throat, in his stomach and in his lungs. smoke flowed from his nose, from under his glowing eyes. The monsters around him laugh and taunted, drooling and pacing around the burning god, just waiting for the screams to stop to move in and have their feast.

the glowing form of the knight tried to rise, his armor glowing from sheer heat as he bit through his gauntlet to draw more blood, and a voice echoed in his head that wasn't his own.

"What, are, you, doing, godling?" it asked, sounding like it was moving and flickering like flame.

"A..appeasing the fire" Jonathan thought "can't control something like a fire, so might as well see if I can make it burn where I want"

"is that the same?" the voice question

"Nah, you can lead a fire away, but never control it, even if you keep it in a hearth it goes where it pleases" he thought, as the pain of burning alive suddenly began to leave "Sure you can starve, or try to put it out. but at the end of the day, its going to do whatever it wants, won't it?"

"Hmm, so you have at least some sense then?" the voice asked "trying to ward off flames by feeding yourself to it?"

"it went for my blood so it made sense at the time, and who are you anyways?" Jonathan question with his now returned senses

"Your death, now burn" the voice said with a bellowing laugh "for no matter how much you feed a fire, it will always want MORE"

And all the pain came rushing back

What does jon do?
[] try to spit out the flame 1d20
[] continue feeding it, because a fire that grows too large, will always burn itself out 1d20
[] tackle another monster to try and at least burn a few with him
[]....And if you throw dirt on fire, it goes out 1d20
[] just ignore it, and fight on 1d20
[] write in

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>>2737661
>>2737664
here

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2737677
^[] continue feeding it, because a fire that grows too large, will always burn itself out 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2737677
>[x] continue feeding it, because a fire that grows too large, will always burn itself out 1d20

I'm still hoping for a slapstick moment to pop up.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2737677
For once I'm down with option 1.

>[]Spit out the flame

>>2737685
That you still have this is magnificent.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2737677
>>2737687
Feed it.

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>>2737706
Why wouldn't I?

>>2737677
>[] continue feeding it, because a fire that grows too large, will always burn itself out 1d20
>[] tackle another monster to try and at least burn a few with him

Why is it always me?

>>2737706
Im just hoping feeding it will embrace our inner phoenix.

>>2737714
*slow applause*

Now, Jonathan was a stubborn man, and ascending to god hood didn't change that. and now that he was faced with an obstacle he had no way of fighting, or otherwise batting aside with his new awesome powers and abilities, he simply continue slogging down the path he had set for himself. As blinding pain makes it difficult for even the sharpest of minds to come up with solutions, and Jon was just a tired farmer to old for his years from the horrors he had seen. He was worn out from his desperate fighting and all the death he had seen, and perhaps some part of him just wanted to lay down and die. But probably not, and if there were it was drowned out by the screaming of his mind, struggling to find away to make sense of what happened while also trying to fulfill his impossible oath. So in his half maddened mind, the simply farmer given more power than he could comprehend could only see one way out of his current struggle. For he knew that flames eventually burn themselves out no matter what you do, and if you feed them enough of the right fuel, they'll burn hotter. And in his logic, that'd mean they'd burn out faster, right? And what better fuel for a hungry and hateful flame than god's blood. All he had to do was endure it until it had burned itself to nothing. All he had to do was endure. And was he not the last knight? He had a talent for enduring.

So he stood there, biting madly at his arm to suck down more of his own divine, silver blood, as flames grew through him, feeding and burning him up. it didn't take long for spouts of sparks and flames to roll out of his wounds with sick and twisted laughter following behind it as it charred his flesh and skin black. Flame merged with blood, and consumed flesh as it regrew. The heat became such that the ground beneath the godling and demon locked in their strange duel became glass. A slower monster burned, as the others stepped away from the growing blaze, as the fire grew and grew larger and larger with the fuel fed into it.

A flame fed upon the divine, and the divine attempted to allow the flame to run its course through his body, to die out and turn to embers. Never once trying to force it out, he fed it more fuel, and it tried to take more than he offered, worming its way into his essence. the heat grew so intense that for a moment as the duel reached its head, a silent battle that lasted little longer than a moment, as the flames efforts to consume and Jonothan's choice to feed it until it reached its peak and faded away led the two to become deeper intertwined.

And in this short moment, glutted on young divinity, the fire became as strong as one. But it had put much of itself into the godling to burn it away, that it could no longer unravel itself, and Jonathan had, in his stubbornness burned all of his blood as he chewed on his arm to draw more out. the two had, in a way become one and mingled to the point where separation was impossible.

>>2737767
cont?

>>2737767


And even if a god is a thick headed idiot, to survive becoming one and to survive what Jonathan had before hand requires a will of steel. So the godling stood as the pain past, mind intact as the blazing, near sun like inferno began to die down.

For, a fire cannot feed upon itself, and at a certain point, it will run out of fuel. Jon's simple reason to defeat the flame, or at least appease it had won out, as fighting it would've offered more than just his blood and drinking his own had led it into his veins. Where it was now locked, flaring out of his wounds with struggled hissing. For in its hunger to consume him and his divine blood, to steal his divinity and right as a god, the flame had became his lifeblood, his godsblood.

And the godlings body had attempted to it, and now produced silver fire instead of blood

"Let me free, let me free" A copy of Jonathan's face shrieked over his own, forged of flame "You tricked me! i can't break free! Let me go! I am trapped! Pleaaase, I will leave thee, I will never try to consume you again, just let me go"

"I can't, you've stuck yourself in my hearth, so to speak" Jon said weakly, his voice sounding as smoke as his strength began to return to him, his skin charred and turned black as coal as his wounds began to burn shut, his veins now glowing a bright silver "I tried to appease you, to befriend you, but you just wanted blood, and now you've fed your way to a path you can't escape, like a blaze ran into a ditch"

"FREEEeeee me" the fire whimpered weakly as it died down "I swear....I swear...i swear"

"I can't ya idiot, you trapped yourself to me" Jonathan hissed as the other monsters approached him now, as he stood by in the burnt pit he had created in the handful of moments of his inner duel had created "we're stuck together, like it or not monster. You're gluttony got you and me mixed together"

"Bu....but I'm still hungry" the voice whimpered as jon scratched the back of his head and look down, realizing he had lost all of his armor and weapons to the flaring battle he had just took part in
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Jonathan Erikson, the lowborn god has gained the domain of fire and fused with the spirit of inferno
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"Cripes, uncovered and burnt to a crisp" the nude knight groaned "who'sever seen a man as black as night like this? Ah well, time to get back to my duty, I can worry about looking like a freak later"

"Huuuungry" the fires in him whined, rising up next to him as a blazing copy of himself
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JqY-6q-RNA
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What does Jonathan and his "roommmate" do next?
[] try to cheer up his new "friend"
[]Keep the fire from feeding, until it calms down, while also fighting his way to the city 1d20
[] Hey, me and you are the same. You should be dead to, so why not try and get along (firestorm) 1d20
[] Remind the other monsters not to underestimate a god 1d20
[] tell the other monsters to fuck off, as he marches up to the BIG problem
[] write in

>>2737818
*Adapted to it, fucking auto correct

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2737818
Keep the fire from feeding until it calms down, while also fighting his way to the city. We can't be overcome by the inferno, we have to control it

>>2737818
>[] try to cheer up his new "friend"
>] Hey, me and you are the same. You should be dead to, so why not try and get along (firestorm) 1d20

Outside the walls only, of course

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2737818
>[]Slaps hands together... FIRESTORM

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2737818
>[x] try to cheer up his new "friend"
>[x]Keep the fire from feeding, until it calms down, while also fighting his way to the city 1d20
And then the Nat 1 happens

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2737818
>[] Hey, me and you are the same. You should be dead to, so why not try and get along (firestorm) 1d20
>If you are so hungry Feast on the these demons and clear us a path

>>2737830
You should try your luck a third time. Odds of three ones in a row are very low. And no one will be mad, if anything it would be too astounding for anyone to feel anger.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2737818
At the insistence of anons, here we go

>>2737843
Well how about that, thanks for the push anon

>>2737859
A tip of the hat, good sir.

>>2737859
Always look on the bright side of life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJUhlRoBL8M

"All fire is isn't it? Besides you have all the godsblood you can stand now" Jonathan sneered as he turned to face his burning doppleganger "Well, if there's any left in my veins at least"

"But my freedom is gone" it roared back, stomping towards him as the now flaming godly simply shook his arm to clear out the flames burning on his now closed wounds "I am trapped in your fleshy shell! how can I be happy with that? With my freedom lost?"

"You did it yourself" He replied, crossing his still steaming, soot colored armor, his fiery red hair falling over his steel grey eyes "Stomach was bigger than your brain, and you got what you wanted, sorry if you didn't manage to get away after burning up all my blood, but really you're lucky to still be burning at all"

"Only because you wish to mock me!" it hissed, pushing its finger through the godling's chest to no effect, as Jonathan just looked at him dully

"No, because me and you are similar, not only do we not think things through, but we're survivors, you should've burnt up but now you and me are stuck burning together" He laughed "I don't know how that happened, but now we're trapped as one, so if we're stuck together why should we be so hostile, monster"

"Hrrrm, you're too simple to lie, and that makes my shame all the greater, I fell in a trap of my own design" the fire hissed "godling, if we are one, then I cannot feed upon you"

"And you swore you wouldn't try" Jonathan sneered as the monsters began to close in around them as he marched confidently up to the city "So see? already have a base for a friendship, might as well try to get along if we're stuck together, shouldn't we?"

"I will not be tamed!" the fire roared

"Who said I was trying, we're two parts of one god yeah?" the god said dully "Just don't burn people and we'll get along"

"fire seeks fuel where it finds it" the fire hissed into the last knights ear

"And turns to embers when it isn't, besides don't other monsters burn brighter?" Jonathan shot back with smug smirk as he saw the greed in his copy's eyes grow as the flames around them did

"Yessssss" it hissed

"So, why not feast on them? While I get to the city, fill your "stomach" so you aren't tempted to eat what I care for, and I will glut you will your kin" Jonathan offered

the flame doppleganger stared at the scarred, coal black hand held out to it and tilted its head

"Doesn't fire not care what it burns?" he offered, as the flame grinned and grabbed his hand

"Now, let me feed" it hissed as the godling nodded

"Just stay away from the city" He said sternly in reply as he shook his hand up and pulled it back

"Young blood, our flame will flicker and die if we do not start the feast" the inferno roared as the various monsters descended upon the dual being

"then lets start" Jonathan grunted as he turned his back to his copy, clapping his hands together before he clenched them into fists facing the monster blocking the way to the city

cont

not really interested in one shots so I am not reading, just posting to say send wellwishes and hope you get over your writers block soon, as I do not have twitter. Missed you Headmaster.

>>2737902
"Burn yourself back to sleep, monster"

"Don't let yourself be snuffed out, godling" the fire hissed back, with a smug grunt like a branch snapping as it burned, facing the monsters that had surrounded them in their somewhat lengthy argument "if you must be my vessel, I do not wish to lose myself within you so soon"

"see we can get along!" the knight roared, as he charged the nearest beast, some great ape like thing with a face like a dreadfull lizard, with spikes like thorns sprouted from its filth encrusted hide. A great wind of fire blew through the valley, whipping itself into a storm as Jonathan plunged his hands into the monsters chest, as the searing winds burnt it to a crisp, the raging inferno whipping around him as he grabbed one of the degenerated mad men and tossed it through the mob with his inhuman strength, limbs breaking off as it lodged itself into some great mass of sneering faces and became stuck.

Laughter filled the air, as the flames fed on corpses like dried grass. The godling was swarmed by the runts of monsters, those base mad men, but they were like insects before him him, easily smashed as any mortal before a god. But their madness kept them from fleeing, though they could hold him for a moment, long enough from the larger beasts to come on their way to try their hand at devouring him.

At least the ones who could withstand the twisting flames flowing at of him, and as he bashed and slammed his fists through the once men, grief and shame tugging at his heart for having to put down his own kind, a great frog like thing tried its luck, as the bird began to notice the little pest burning its ankles and realized its favoured prey was still alive and whole.

What does jonathan do as the flames rage around him?
[] Let the fire grow and rage around him 1d20
[] grab the frog by its tongue, and just let the fire creep onto it 1d20
[] Punch his way through the monsters like they're overripe fruit, got to save the people of the city 1d20
[] Let more of the fire out to draw out the monsters from the city itself 1d20
[] turn his attentions to the crow
[] Make a blade of fire, as he is more comfortable fighting with one of those 1d20
[] just fling the lesser beasts like stones at the mob 1d20
[] FEAR NOT! FOR YOUR SAVIOR HAS COME TO ANSWER YOUR PRAYERS
[] write in

>>2737909
danke

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2737938
Make a blade of fire

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2737938
>[] Make a blade of fire, as he is more comfortable fighting with one of those 1d20
>[] turn his attentions to the crow

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2737938
>[] Make a blade of fire, as he is more comfortable fighting with one of those 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2737938
>[x] Make a blade of fire, as he is more comfortable fighting with one of those 1d20

Gotta sword hard!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2737938
>[]Fireblade.. good luck dicey.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2737938
>[] Make a blade of fire, as he is more comfortable fighting with one of those 1d20

"this is horrible, I feel like I'm abusing them, like I'm beating down drunks" Jonathan thought, spiting himself "At least a blade makes it seem at least a little...more serious? I don't know, its just more comfortable to cut down beasts with a blade, rather than fighting like them with tooth and claw"

"Besides" he mused as he rubbed the back of his neck and winced, dodging the frog's tongue as the flames twisted around him, warning him of it alongside his own heightened senses "it'd just feel cruel, like that lad who was always crushing frogs under his feet"

He held his hand out as the tongue whipped around, bony arms reaching from its side and trying to grab and pull him towards its own mouth formed of two bodies fused at the hips. The frog thing itself had no mouth of its own, afterall, And as knight held his hands into the flame, it began to twist into his hand, hardening like steel as the tongue whipped back around to feed its body.

The hard flame began to melt into a form of a simple sword, much like the one Jonathan had held in his mortal life. The storm raged, and the god that was the center of it stepped forward. He swung as it consumed the lesser beasts, as his own flame created silver blade sliced through the beasts tongue like it was butter left out in summer. In a blur, he stepped up and carved a new mouth into the frog's skull, and as he did, the ground broke and tried to swallow him with great hands, with teeth of stone lining the inner side of it.

He stabbed his blade down, and the fire funnled to it, turning the ground to glass and the monster with it. He forged another and walked on, a beast that managed to charge through the blaze rushing him with its stone capped skull, dreams sitting on its back throwing spears of thorns at him.
He swung his blade like a butcher at the block, burning its legs away as his other half roared to feat up the fallen monsters. Jonathan raised his blade, and directed the heat to the dreamers and madmen still trying to slow his advance. outside the inferno, those who had their minds still, be they mad men, monsters born from dreams or simple beasts and devils began to coat themselves in mud to charge at their one remaining and most hated foe.

The godling knight continue his march, having finished off the spear men, but as he neared the gate and became ready to face the horde there. The screech of a thousand maidens broke his focus on slaughter

roll 1d20 to avoid THE PECK

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2737996

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2737996
HEY GURL, LEMMIE SMASH.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2737996

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2737996
ONO not THE PECK!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2737996

>>2738009
Phew, that last minute save against the peck.

And the simple minded god looked skywards, to see a tongue composed of countless grasping hands of shadows and shades of the consumed reaching towards him as a beak large as a castle tower lined with fangs like a saw came for him to pierce him and grind him into a paste of bones and godsash. But an updraft of heat and flame lifted him up through the great birds peck, lifting him high above the city and hellscape so far below

"DO NOT BE SNUFFED OUT, I WILL NOT" the flames roared as they carried him up into the sky

"WE WILL NOT" Their voices rang in unison for the first time as the vortext of flames expanded to gather more heat to lift its vessel higher as the bird turned to pursue him "DIE YET"

What do they do?
[] Fall onto the bird, and stab it till it dies 1d20
[] lead it higher, and higher away from the city 1d20
[] BURN 1d20
[] Harden the storm of fire beneath it 1d20
[] RUSH AND FUCK IT UP 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2738037
>[] Fall onto the bird, and stab it till it dies 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2738037
>[x] RUSH AND FUCK IT UP 1d20
WE'RE GONNA TAKE YOU TO THE BONE ZONE!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2738037
[] BURN 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2738037
>[] Fall onto the bird, and stab it till it dies 1d20

>>2738048
Fuck you weird chicken crow demon thing!

>>2738048
https://youtu.be/KJSM1tv_N8A

>>2738059
>>2738058
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klGRVTTntoI

And like a falling star, the combined god and spirit of inferno began to fall towards to the crow thing, as there's only so much updraft a few hundred burning corpses can achieve even when fueled by divine power. And so they fell, like an angry fist, picking up speed as the flames that carried Jonathan up clung to him like armor, covering him him as they fed into his blade as he fell. And for the first time since his ascension, he truly looked like a god, a blink of light dropping through the shadows that flared and glowed as bright as any of the stars in the sky, burning like a silver sun. The blade of hardened fire shrieked, making the still air wailing as it cut through it and made it move again from its sheer heat. As the combined being fell and cut its way through the solid air, heat waved around them and was cut as the sword was swung. A discordant, unnatural noise broke the shrieking wail of the crow turned dragon, as the remains of its previous meals and the stones it ate with them began to melt down its horrid beak from the meer approach of the wrathful new god.

The swipe that cut through the air was potent enough to make the ground far beneath it melt and burn, as the inferno bellow began to focus towards the blade, as they followed its path towards the little remaining fuel left on the field. The monsters who had been feasting outside the gates had been burnt to ash, as the flames had surged and grown ever more mighty in this storm of ash and cinders, of fury and flame. All of the combined death focused into a sheer cutting edge of heat, fueled further by the sorrow and anger felt by the new born god. And his joy. For if anyone still lived in the city, he knew had saved them, and all that death, all that pain he had seen and felt, all of his comrades, had meant something. And that gave him power. He had might, he had power. He could avenge his comrades, fulfill his oath and avenge at least a part of his world. And if it killed him, it'd be fine, for hadn't he already died? it felt like he had.

Jonathan's mind filled with the same chaotic, broken thoughts as it had been for days, though it was clear now, as he flew down towards the crow's horrible face, he felt that same shame, as he remembered the horrors he saw before, and it made his spine crawl. But he strong now, he could burn the horror away. No one had to feel his fear again, he could protect them. No one had to see that terror again. This, was the thought that kept Jonathan sane, as it had before. All the pain that wracked his body now, all the torment on his mind would be worth it.

"if I can only save on person from it" He mummered as the bird flew to peck him from the sky, and he collided with its beak, shattering it as he drove his blade into it. Shards of its beak and fang showered around him as its tongue made of shades and grasping shadows reached for him, as he rolled into its face.
cont

>>2738069
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sn-HpbaLeM

>>2738104

Being this close to such heat made the crow's feathers and thorns being to combust, as the liquids under its leathery hide boiled, and steamed. Its skin bulged out, as the steam that was being made in its veins struggled to find away out, and ass Jonathan scrapped his blade towards the largest of its eyes it found its path, and hissed out almost with such force to rip the skin it came out from under into a deep red gash.

As the farmer turned knight turned god dragged his blade of fire into the things eye, as large as some ponds, it began to turn white as it cooked. Flames spread further down it it as it began to panic and flap its wings to try and escape as its instincts told it, overpowering the hate implanted in its mind. But it was too late, and as soon as the hardened flame stabbed into the great eye, Jonathan lifted himself up with it. And with maddened glee combined with his held back rage at the foul fate he had played a part in, he vented his rage as steam vented itself from the monster's skull, blasting skin and feathers off into the air where they burned to little more than ash.

And in the city, it began to snow and before the eyes of those still alive with in it, those to weak to die for the others, and the children and women they had hidden away from the horrors of this last battle this horrid end denied. Yes, To their eyes, they saw the day return as the great monster that came to feast on them burned like a great bonfire, its fat popping and sizzling as the inferno rushed to consume it and burn it to ash.

And it had its fill by time the god it now filled hit the ground, the ash it made covering the city and smothering the flames within as the raging spirit within Jonathan's veins returned to slumber as hit the ground in a pile of ash.

and as he stood, one thing was on his mind.

Which was
[] slaughter the remaining monsters
[] make sure the people are safe
[] find his pa and Haley....and uncle george to,
[] find some place to rest
[] roar in triumph
[] Avenge his comrades, so there deaths meant anything.
[] Wondering why no other gods are helping him.
[] write in

>>2738146
>[x] find his pa and Haley....and uncle george too
Even if the're dead, we should at least give them a funeral.

>>2738146
>[] make sure the people are safe

>>2738146
>[] make sure the people are safe
>[] find his pa and Haley....and uncle george to,

>>2738146
Make sure the people are safe.

>>2738146
[] make sure the people are safe
[] find his pa and Haley....and uncle george to,
[] roar in triumph

If we get a metal domain we could call ourselves the Steel King. Fire+metal == steel

>>2738146
>[] To ensure their safety

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRGY_BZTLAY
-
And that was, as his oath of a knight told him to, as the one thing anchoring his abused mind and body to sanity commanded him to drag his tired body forward once more. And that was to make sure his people were safe, the people he had given everything twice to protect. those he had sword to protect, as both his duty as a knight and as a god. If they were not, then what was the point of it all. His body ached, and those words echoed through his mind as the fire in his veins burned down to a dim glow. "Must make sure they're safe, must protect them. it is my duty, my promise. They must be safe, they must be or" He thought, raggedly sucking in cold air as he stood up unsteadily, and stepped forward. For the fire was now his blood, and to expend so much of it had weakened him. And the devils and madmen could sense it. However, he was still a god and they mere beasts. Even if a god is tired, they are mighty. And it took far great monsters than these to bring down his predeccessors, and far more as well. the first to come burned to ash by his cooled, and more controlled blade. the rest managed to live to be cut down as they tried to swarm him again, their bodies smouldering as he marched into the city, grabbing on the broken gates and leaving behind a trail of soot where his fingers touched.

"Anyone!' Jonathan howled, as those thoughts of mind consuming despair returned as he dragged his feet forward, taking another breath and breathing out smoke "Anyone! ANYONE!! do you still live!? is anyone still alive in here! anyone! I have come to save you! I have come to protect you! Anyone?! You aren't in danger anymore! I am no beast! Please....please anyone, I will save you....anyone"

His ragged calls fell an empty streets as despair filled his mind, wordless now the terror her had suppressed with rage and adrenaline came rushing back as he shambled forward into the city, desperately calling out for anyone to come forth to him.

And a one eyed beast with limbs like corn stalks had the bad luck to try and take him by surprise and put him out of his misery. After he pulled his blade from its crackling corpse, he bellowed like a dying storm "PA! PA! are you there....pa?" He bit his lip "Uncle....uncle can you hear me? no...no you can't" He lowered his head "Haley....haley can you hear my voice, I've come to save you" He slumped against a shattered wall, struggling to breath as his grief and despair over the truth he tried to hide came to swallow him again "ANYONE!!!!!"


And then, he heard a stone, his veins glowed with ruined fire as he turned and raised his blade. And nearly fell crying as he saw a familiar head of golden blonde hair peek out from the shadows of a collapsed building. Scared, shaking and with fears in her eyes, he saw the freckled face of his childhood love, her clothes tattered to the point of barely being able to cover her bountiful figure, though the ash hid what they couldn't anymore.

cont

>>2738192
tears filled his steel colored eyes, hissing and turning to steam before the fire within him smothered itself, by either some respect or some subconscious connection between the two disparate entities reside with godly flesh. he could barely bare to look at her, how scared her spring green eyes were, and when he blinked, his fantasy eroded and his memory of the past broke like the lie it was. and he saw how skinny she was now, as the rags she wore had shown through even to the hopeful eyes of the new god. How such an illusion was kept by his eyes for even a moment cannot be said, besides being a product of the joy he felt tricking them for a moment, or perhaps it was a mere trick of the shadows.

"Haley" he uttered, his voice falling as he slowly stepped to her before he remembered that he was completely uncovered in all his new glory and hid himself for her sake "Oh dear haley, what has happened to you"

And as he spoke, more people starved to bones and rags emerged from their hidey holes, behind him along the path he carved as he desperately searched the city for any life. Children who looked like long dead corpses they were so thin, and women who appeared to be aged to hags from it all. the few men left were in even worse state, if that was some how possible.

And the brief shame jonathan felt was washed away by pity, as he looked around, before turning his eyes to his beloved, and selfishly opened his mouth to tell her what he couldn't before he left to die.

But before he could, she spoke three words so filled with fear his heart broke.

"W...who a..a..are you" She stuttered like a beaten dog trying to bark to defend itself

His mouth fell slack, as he looked down at his reflection in nearby window that had somehow managed to survive in a near pristine state.

He barely looked himself anymore. His hair had turned red and hung over his face like a wild man's, making him look mad with how stringy it had become from his non stop battling over the last few days and his flight to keep his oath. His body had gained mass, height and muscles, making him look nothing like his former lanky, mortal self but rather as an intimidating beast of a man. His eyes were now a emotionless grey, like steel and glowed like a hateful fire, and as he moved, his veins pulsed under his inhumanly coal black skin, burning like silver fire beneath it.

he gasped and stammered, standing and looking around, words filling his head like a bunch of angry bees.

"Can't be a monster"
"he killed them"
"but he looks like"
"fought like one"
"is it safe to be this close"
"Stand back"
"He ain't no man"
"He reeks of death"
"What is it?"
"He saved us, is it a hero?"
"Who are you?"
"A...a miracle! our savior"
"Is it a monster?"
"Where did he come from?"
"is it safe?"
"Who are you?"
"Is...is this one of the gods?"
"Who are you?"
"Our hero!"
"is he even human?"
"must be a god if he isn't a monster"
"Do you have any food"
"who are you"
"Who are you"
"who are you"
cont

>>2738215

"Who are you' those were the only words he could hear clearly now, like a cold wind upon his back

What does he do now, the new god
[] try to explain what happened to haley
[] D...don't you recognize me?
[] try and calm down the mob surrounding him
[] I am a god, that is all you must know...I am born...of the dead who sought to defend you all
[] ask if there are any others left
[] keep his eyes out for other beasts
[] Haley its me, don't you remember
[]...do you have any food
[] find something to cover himself with.
[] cry and fall to his knees
[] I am the god who heard your prayers
[] write in

>>2738220
>[] D...don't you recognize me?
>[] Haley its me, don't you remember
>[] cry and fall to his knees

>>2738220
Ask if there are any other survivors

>>2738220
>[X] try and calm down the mob surrounding him
>[X] try to explain what happened to haley
>[X] ask if there are any others left
This should be the rough idea of what we should do, gotta calm the crowd down before we can explain things to our old sweetheart.

>>2738220
>[] try to explain what happened to haley
>[] Haley its me, don't you remember
>[] find something to cover himself with.


And now I have to call it earlier than usual, sorry about that HM. Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. I'm so glad you're back and free of this writers block, you're doing suck a great job!

>>2738220
>[] D...don't you recognize me?
>[] Tell her your name
>[] try and calm down the mob surrounding him

>>2738220
[] try to explain what happened to haley
[] D...don't you recognize me?
[] try and calm down the mob surrounding him
[] ask if there are any others left
[] keep his eyes out for other beasts
[] find something to cover himself with.

"D...don't you recognize me?" the god cried out like a mortal man turned down by the love of his life, his blade of fire fading away as he put both of his hands to his obsidian hued chest "its me...its me, It's jon. Do I really look that different"

"I barely look human, of course I do" He groaned in his mind, but didn't say such a thing as the watery eyed girl stood on her legs shakily, looking at him in disbelief as he couldn't help but stare at her stick thin legs, barely able to stand her own weight. it broke his heart seeing her like this, and he felt close to how he felt when he saw the gods fell, when he realized he was all alone

"Jon?" She asked, like she was confused, squinting as he struggled to tone out all the questions, shouting, pleading and weakened cheering around him, but he couldn't. he simply couldn't when he heard their heartfelt thanks and crying.

"Is that really you?" She asked, shakily taking a step towards him as he struggled to look at her, every second seeing her so diminished breaking his heart a little more, making him feel sick somewhere deep in his stomach, and angrier at all the beasts that forced her and these other people to this stake. her voice brought him back to the world of the living "Jon, what happened to you?...you...y..eheh, you're finally taller than me"

And he laughed, sobbing as she reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes without fear. the rest of the mob fell silent

"Haley, do I have a story for you" he said with a smile, before he frowned and turned away bashfully "I am, all that's left to protect you"

He held his hands up to the crowd as they began to stir, and panic. He was always a blunt man, but even he knew he needed to sugar coat his words from time to time. And even if he wasn't good at it, a lie...a small lie here would save these poor people a lot of sorrow and stress.

"the rest have fallen, yes, died to save you. to protect you all" He said, starting to stand before he remembered he was wearing no pants and crouched back down quickly "they're....all dead"

His voice rang hollow as he hung his head, hearing terrified whispers as he winced, tears rolling down his eyes.

"Even the gods that led us but' He said quickly so he could lie before they panicked and despaired as he did, haley was already crying but he could not tell why it was. seeing him like this after everything, or hearing hat he just said "But...but" he said, shame filling his heart "they gave me their power as they fell, as they fell last and gave their lives for all of you, but they passed their spark to me and it....burned me"

the lie dug deep. they died a week before, and his skin was black because he had allowed an unwholesome fire to burn and rest within his chest bet...well it seemed to cooperate for now so no reason to tell them yet, its just...too complicated he decided

"And upon my oath I came, to save you when they couldn't in their weakened bodies" he said trying to smile.

cont

>>2738260
and caught a glimspe of haley doing the same, and found the strength to grin.

"Yes, I was chosen for some reason to be a god, and to aid and protect you all till..." he said, not wanting to say "till I find my grave" in front of people who have gone through so much already "till it is done. I am your guardian now, and until forever ends I am here for you. the battle...we"

"lost" he thought

"Won, and now I need to keep you safe, until the other gods can fix our world" He said cheerfully, looking to the sky hopefully

"Jon" haley laughed "you...really have changed since you left, who would've thought you'd become a god, lazy old Jonathan Erikson"

She laughed weakly, her legs shaking as she forced herself to stand. So he put a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and to let her rest against it. the rest of the crowd remained silent, staring in disbelief.

and then they fell to their knees, raising their hands in prayer as they realized he was indeed a god, offering them they're prayers. His heart fell as he counted them, there were so few here but...they were here, better than none. and haley was alive and....he couldn't see his pa. His heart fell a little deeper as he took a breath and calmed himself, and reminded himself that...this many alive was a miracle, and if there could still be more hiding deeper within the city. So he smiled, for haley's sake. for all their sake.

turning to a starved child, who couldn't be older than ten, he asked as non threateningly as a giant that looked to be carved of obsidian could

"is there anywhere safe for you all to hide....I'm sorry, but I need to find you food and water. I will explain it all to you again, in more details than before, but you all need food and water before that" He said with as much of a commanding presence as he could muster "I am sorry Haley I know you must be confused, but I...I need to go, do you know some place safe for everyone? I won't be gone long I...I just"

"I know" She said weakly as she sat down, smiling as brightly as she always had, putting the smoldering heart of a god to ease "I don't think even beasts would dare approach this place after what you did....we'll be fine"

"Bu...but" An old man gasped

"We need food" a younger? woman hissed, smacking his hand as Jonathan stood, and carefully tried to push the crowd clamoring to touch him away.

And this was his first day as a god, acting as one should, as the old ones should. protecting and guarding their flock. And in the remnants of a world that should have died, the last knight fought and toiled to keep his flock safe. the first of a new pantheon birthed from the end, to bring the world back from what should have been its grave.

"That isn't all that happened, is it jon?" Haley asked as her last friend, her last family vanished down the street. She smiled as he looked back guiltily

-

>>2738289

"I'll explain everything, to all of you. I will be back, I swear, I will be back with food and water. I swear" he said sweetly "just...stay by her, stay together, and I swear no monster will harm you if any dare approach"
-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqdyyxdZ4cQ
-

And we'll end here
I archived this already

and of course this is supposed to be a one shot and it served its purpose buuut.

Well if you want it to continue, tell me
[] yes
[] no
[] don't care

but I do quite like writing in third person, it seems a fun way to qm. just need to bash some kinks in how I write with it I think Lol.

But hey, I'm back.

will update on twitter on when I am going to run next and what, when I wake up as I have a massive headache right now

>>2738295
>[] I don't know.

I really really liked this HM but I don't know where we'd go from here, or what our overarching goal would be besides keeping people alive and waiting for civilization to recover.
I'll leave it up for you. If you have a bunch of ideas for this world then go ahead and continue.

>>2738295
>[x] yes
It has been a very interesting experience to say the least, now the only real question on my mind is wether or not we'll be able get enough food for all these folk.
That and I wonder if we'll get some clothing or armor that fits our new physical form better.

>>2738295
Thanks for Running HM
I'm glad to see you back and writing, this was a fun thread and while I would rather see you return to YDFQ, UFMGQ and MGLQ, I have no issues with you keeping up running this if it meant you were running something!

>>2738307
Oh so would I. I've been from them for far too long and have been wanting to run them SINCE i got my writers block., and if nothing else this was an interesting experiment with third person writing. Not sure if I do better with it or first person.

but I'd also like to continue this to.

>>2738317
I'd also still like to see a Thread where Belua in a actual Pangolin, grumping about the her day eating ants and termites

>>2738326
With a being of living darkness serving her for no real reason, oh wait that’s just erret normally.

Well maybe pangolin pangonlynn would be erret’s pet

>>2738333
It turns out this was all just Erret's dream

>>2738340
>she takes it as a sign she’s being corrupted further and spends a few days penance fasting

>>2738342
This is just going to lead to Belua trying to feed her tasty pies because she looks so down and upset over something

>>2738358
> erret wants to repent, but her master keeps spoiling her

>>2738360
>Sweet Pies induce more sweet dreams
The cycle continues ever forward

>>2738370
>erret ends up getting chubby, gets in the way of her work, but can’t turn away pie master made. smiles because belua always gets upset when she is and that would impede her holy work
>belua, satisfied with a job well done goes back to finding out how to make the life of her renters a little more annoying for the day

>>2738378
>>but can’t turn away pie master made
>Belua's making the pies

so they have way too much sugar and honey in them because why not Erret's a sweet girl and deserves sweet things, and sweets make girls happy right?

>>2738385
and also because Sadie is used to teeth achingly sweet shit (as is belua, due to cornibus) so she puts in way too much sugar, and that little voice In her head tells her to put in more after that. And as a creature of whimsy and impulse she makes something that is diabeetus with fruit flavoring.

And then adds more to make it as sweet as erret

>>2738397
Rest in peace the teeth any of our house guests who steal a slice of pie
If the taint hadn't made Erret's teeth black before Belua's cooking will

>>2738405
>blackinoir breaks character because of it, sobbing
>greenbean is the only one who can stand it as Steve, Elrond and everyone else spits it out
>erret goes all spiteful and tries to scold them for insulting master but looks like an angry elder god possessed hamster because of the pies she’s already been fed
>belua, disgusted by greenbean liking something starts making eye wateringly sour pies
> erret actually likes them as it’s a good way to suffer for her “sins”
>belua forces herself to eat them, looking like that otter with the watermelon

>>2738421
That some good imagery
Somewhere is a flashback of Smol Belua making Cornibus and the other Tower Teachers sweets

>>2738428
>pre- isekai belua snaps before sadie does and forcefully repossess their shared body to gorge on sweets to get out the sour, then calmly goes back to letting Sadie “pilot” to the confusion of well, Sadie

“Oh yeah I’ve been observing you since your soul inhabited my body, and haven’t seen just cause to make myself known”

“I nearly died”

“Meh, I’ve come closer than that, coward”

>>2738437
Great now I'm imagining pre- isekai belua constantly telling Sadie she needs to eat more insects to keep their scales hard

>>2738440
>you know theoratically you could eat a hiver with no adverse affects if your properly purify the flesh before hand

“Shut the fuck up dammit, do you have anything better to do who the fuck would even think of eating a hiver it’s totally fucking gross!

>else where krovachi sneezes

>>2738445
>do you have anything better to do
Sadie plz you need to share this body

>>2738450
>belua gets bored, snatches control soley to give Sadie a taste of her own medicine by ruining the reputation she has among the renters
>and because she is a troll to, just a much less mean/ spiteful one
>Sadie/ belua can’t defend/ explain herself without looking crazy as no one else has their alter ego able to do this shit (not even blackinoir, who is a mad swordsman I think )
>erret is just wondering why her master is acting weird
>greenbean is happy belua listens to his chuuni rants and has a sudden interest in anime
>until belua gets annoyed and lets Sadie have control after an hour or two of enduring that torment

>>2738455
Well that's better than Belua sharing every memory she has of accidentally seeing Cornibus naked with Sadie

>>2738458
Sadie tries to find something embarrising, to hit belua with. Decides to depress her instead, shows her her memory of her dad dying of cancer.
Belua who saw her parents get eaten by dires just muses on wether a quick or slow death is better, for both the victim and their family, and then tries to comfort the now crying Sadie.

>>2738461
GG Sadie this course of action backfired on you something fierce
Poor Erret is watching confused as Belua goes from looking disgusted to Smirking to crying for no reason

>>2738468

Yeah poor erret
The funny thing is out of everyone I think erret would have the hardest time telling the difference between the two as they both act so similar when they’re around her.

>>2738474
Alright HM, I'm turning in for the night
I hope you are feeling better and get back into that comfy Questing saddle!

>>2738478
See ya

>>2738295
Holy hellfire I just read all this and it was amazing. I don't know what to tell you, I don't know where else this story could go, but I'd love to read more of it if you write more, or join any other quests you're writing if this is what they're like.

I'm seriously blown away here. I want to be a writer and maybe run a quest at some point but I'm nowhere near this good.

>>2738295
>[] yes

Does farm boy know how to smith weapons? Do the twin dead gods or their elite guards have something of use to us? If not, their corpses need to be absorbed, cremated or buried. Maybe forge some weapons and armor from their equipment or bodies. Maybe drain them of more blood.

I just caught up. Nito.

>>2738295
[] yes

You know at some point we'll need to drain the fire thing of the godly blood so we can shelve it to fight the ocean.
Fucking punch the ocean in the astral face.

>>2738295
Yes
I think it's an incredibly interesting setting in which our goal is to protect the remaining humanity.

>>2738526
danke, makes my heart flutter

>>2738954
Well if any of y'all are still here, I'm running this again on the 18th, so tomorrow. Might do it in a new thread to be able to archive it right, or I'll just do it here, I'll say which when I link to it on my twitter

Which I will link if you need it

>>2738565
Not really, he understands the shape mostly and the sword did most of its damage from sheer heat (god fed flames are nothing to fuck with, as a whole horde of stronger flames turned most of the world into ash and sand). And yes they have finely forged weapons and armor though it is somewhat damaged

Also I do enjoy your plan of divine cannibalization, delightfully dark

>>2738971
Cannibalize those who threaten humanity, and create a new Human Pantheon.

>>2738971
While I will personally be sticking to the three of your quests I follow, I'm glad to see you back. Looking forward to getting back into the swing of things.

>>2738526
He's got a whole bunch of quests in his wheelhouse, especially if he's getting back into the swing of things. A sample of those being...

>Young Demon Familiar Quest
Where we are the Familiar of a young Vampire wanting to bring her family back together. Also we're a lust demon corrupting souls, which is kinda tough when you've also retained your memories and humanity of your old life. Also we 'adopt' a lot of things.

>Unfortunate Magical Girl Quest: Rebirth
Join Atomic Legionnaire and her friends Verdant Brawler and Lilac Puppeteer as they fight against the forces of Chaos! Join the search for Atomic Legionnaire's runaway sister! Set in the same universe as Young Demon Familiar Quest

>Monster Girl Legend
In a world where humans can turn into monster girls, join a former bully and current Dragon Girl as she tries to adjust to her new circumstances, her rage, and an apparent destiny as a reincarnation of a legendary creature. Can she quell her rage, will she follow her past self's fate? [spoiler}Will she ever learn that she's only the switch in her relationship and not the top?[/spoiler]

They're all in sup/tg/ just look for headmaster's tag. Hell he has a whole bunch more that I don't follow but others do. And also some old quests too.

Hells yes

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The wind was as still as it's former master's corpse. the air had become stagnant and thick with the smell of rotting blood and meat, of burnt fur and hair, and of an all to familiar smell of smoke. This horrid smell mixed together into a cloying miasma that would choke out what little life it could reach its claws around, and that would be that. However the only thing walking in the open, fetid air was no simple man or beast, but rather a newborn god wrapped in flames that bound themselves to him and bound him in soot colored flesh. Now that night had fallen, Jonathan Erikson the lowborn god could think with a mind free of the chaos his life had become. He could think, plan and worry without fear or blind animal panic gripping his heart, charred and burning as it was now.

Now the boy turned knight turned god could reflect, and notice the world around him as he marched through the shadow fog of ash and cinders of twisted flesh. Now he noticed how the air had died, how it had become still without his constant,desperate clawing to survive and protect.

And as he looked to the skies, his steel eyes fell upon the moon, with its center ripped out and turned black as his hide had burned. Tilting his head, he thought "Just what happened to the world? Why haven't any gods come to greet me? or even figure out what happened to their kin? Why aren't they helping us?"

So he snarled, his features twisting into the visage of a growling shadow. "No no, can't worry about such things now, I'm sure they have their reasons". that is what the godling thought to keep his mind focused and hopeful. He had a flock of his own now to watch, and they needed care, they needed much care. every second wasted on such petty things as the missing divines would bring them closer to ruin.

they needed water, and food. and luckily Jonathan knew where to find the former, as his father's farm had always had a spring behind the house, and it was not far from the last city, after all. And as he marched through the ash turned mud, he realized something. He had thought of his friend, of his fellow man as a flock. Like sheep. Like something beneath him without noticing. He snarled again and shook his head. "No, it was because they were half starved. I'm still me, I'm not some prideful lord" He grumbled, like an approaching storm his voice echo'd through the empty valleys as he quickened his pace, the burlap slacks he had found dragging on the air as his mind turned back to how the surviving townsfolk had grasped at him, how they acted like he was made of gold or something. Like he was one of the idols in the great cathedral beneath the son.

the thought of it made his heart swell with pride despite his efforts to squash it, and so awakened the inferno resting in him. it crackled, as something caught the godlings eye. ignoring the second presence in his mind, he raised his hand to his eyes, and saw a deer!
cont

>>2741780

YES, that would have to do. And wonderfully it would do, a stag that size could feed the group he had found for at least a night or two. Rushing towards it, he remembered the few times his uncle had taken him hunting to get drunk in peace, and quickly realized as the silhouette in the ash cloud became clear to him. he realized it was no ordinary Its jaw drooped like a dog's or wolves, and was lined with wicked fangs. Its fur was tuft out like a thorn bush or the fur of an angry cat. And its antlers pointed forward like they had been tipped with knives. Jonathan tried to stop him self, stomping his feet into the ground, but by then the wrong stag had charged, with a bellow that sounded like a raspy howl of a dying thing.

it charged down the hill at the godling, who simply raised his hands, a cloud of wet ashes thrown in front of him as it came to him. Somehow they found one of the few parts of its rack that were not slick with blood and fat, or sharp as razor knives.

And in his efforts to get the pointy bits away from himself, he wrenched its head and neck with a sickening tear. The monsterous buck fell still in a pool of ashy water, its snowy cloak already stained with blood now darkened grey by the unclean waters.

Jon clutched his chest, feeling his heart THRONG, not beat in his chest.

"Mmmm, ruined the fuel, furnace" the fire spirit that had tried to devour him hissed "its become to wet to burn".

Jon turned to face his doppelganger in flames, giving it an expression of disbelief and disgust.

"You have" it growled "if I must reside within you, I will not mince words or coat them in honey"

What does Jon do as he slumps down in the ash?
[] Worry about the other gods, and the world
[] You know, I liked it when the monsters just roared, when they start talking, they became so much worse
[] Well it ain't for you glutton
[] So I am a furnace now, no longer a trap?
[] Shake his head, grab the stag by its horns, and get to the spring
[] Think back on his starved flock, worrying about the looks they gave him
[] Stare at his hands for a moment, wondering what his life is now
[] Reflect on all that happened, now that he's alone. crying in joy and sorrow
[]write in

>>2741805
> stare at his hands

> grab the deer thing

> worry about the people, the gods, and the world


Evening HM

>>2741805
>[] Shake his head, grab the stag by its horns, and get to the spring
>[] Think back on his starved flock, worrying about the looks they gave him
Afternoon HM

>>2741805
>[] You know, I liked it...
>[]Shake his head, grab the stag...

All he could do is response was shake his head, quietly cursing being stuck in the same body as the one monster who could talk. Maybe it'd find something to burn and go back to sleep before it drove him mad with its gift of speech. Pushing his hand onto his knees, he stood from the ash turned mud, now staining his slacks as they moved with his legs as he stood, but then they fell still with no wind to continue pushing against them.

"When it dries, it can be fuel once more. do not try and starve me, godling, for your blood is me and if I go out" the inferno spirit hissed as Jonathan reached down and grabbed the dead stag by its no ash covered antlers

"I know I know, I might not be bright, but I figured out that much already" He sighed "Come on, if you're going to be awake, be useful and keep your eyes out"

"Why do you aid them anyways? their lights are nearly gone, like grass turned gold it'd be easier to just use them as kindling" it hissed as it matched his movements, and he couldn't help but wonder if it did so to mock him

"You with no kin wouldn't understand, you with no oaths on your name couldn't understand it. it is duty and love" Jonathan sighed as he dragged his accidentally kill over the hill where he knew his family's farm had once sat

"it is foolishness, for one so strong to bow low to serve" the flames growled as they faded away for the moment.

And as they left, and jonathan saw the few posts marking where his home had once laid, now not much more than a shell of itself covered in dust and ash, he walked forward towards the back side of what was once a small farmhouse. And though his body moved, his mind was on other things.

namely the people he had saved and had sworn to protect, few though they were. How starved they were, looking even worse off than some of the corpses on the battlefield, so hopeless and afraid. And, though he hadn't the time to count before he ran off to find them food to fill their belly and water for their parched throats, there were...far less than before they had left. he didn't know how much left but...he knew he saw children among them, so that was at least a silver lining, and well anything was better than none. And there had to be more. that's at least what he told himself to keep his heart from falling as his smile had.

But the more he thought back to them, the more he found himself worrying. they had looked at him with terror first and then wonder.

"no, they looked at you with awe didn't they? like I had walked from the sky in fine clothes and gold, and brought with me salvation. they looked at me like a god, like something so far above themselves that they could only hope to glimpse me. It feels, weird. it feels wrong. it makes my head all groggy and, lightheaded. They crawled up to their legs just to reach to touch me. It felt...fulfilling somehow. But still to think I'd become an object of worship...it doesn't feel right"
cont

>>2741930

He shook his head as he got to the well covering the spring and pulled the board off. "What? don't worry bout something so useless now. its not like they're going to be starting a cult and sacrificing maidens to me, I need to focus on feeding them, finding them somewhere safe and seeing if anyone else is alive in the city"

"FUCK" he growled, as he saw the once clean, pure water clear as glass had become a foul black color and reeked of rotted flesh and worse things.

What does he do about this obstacle?
[] Curse and accidentally torch the farm
[] take some away from the "Pollutants" , maybe its still good
[] try it himself
[] look for another source of water 1d20
[] Smack his head on the wall
[] PURIFY IT (fire domain) 1d20
[]....Water can wait, there's probably some still left in the city anyways (head back)
[] Check his uncle's cellar
[]...gods can preform miracles right?
[] write in

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2741934
Purify it
All things become pure through fire.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2741934
>[] PURIFY IT (fire domain) 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2741934
>[] PURIFY IT (fire domain) 1d20

>>2741965
No one else around to roll today?

>>2741992
I mean I can roll again

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2741934
>[] PURIFY IT (fire domain) 1d20

He turned his nose away from it, and covered his mouth so he wouldn't gag from the sudden rush of air coming from out of the once clean spring, as the water bubbled and shifted on its own, showing a thick layer of filth over it, sitting on what looked like a pool of grease and seperated fat under it.

"Disgusting" Jonathan groaned, struggling to find any fresh air fresh enough to breath without leaving a foul taste on the tongue, so a god gasped like a fish left on the shore in the heat of the day "Oi, flame, think you can deal with this, water is cleaned when its boiled isn't it?"

"Oh?" it questioned, with a snicker "So polite for a throneless king, Giving a feast to the embers"

"Am I right or not?" he asked dully as the flame grinned

"of course, but I am more interested what is coating the water over and under than boiling it clean, but to feast....I suppose it would happen if I am given enough time" the flame said idly flicker

"then purify already, and stop talking" Jonathan sighed, moving his hand towards the well as his veins flared with silver fire, fire crawling and dripping from his palm before it grew into a solid stream

"Well, I thought you would've wanted to know about what lies beneath" the flame said, with a set of mouths as it fell into the murk below

"Oh you bastard" Jonathan said, simply too tired to be upset.

the ground shooked and raised, as something in the water began to shift and awaken? or was it being born from the collected foulness. Fire spread over the oil covering the spring, consuming all the filth above that as the water raised and spat out a cloud of gas. the silver flames caught the spark, grew and turned green all in a moment.

While the ground under the godling split with a loud crack as he started to pull his arm away.

Well?
[] endure it
[] take a deep breath (fire domain) 1d20
[] LEG IT!
[] dive into the well
[] argue with the fire for being a cunt
[] write in

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2742037

[] take a deep breath (fire domain) 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2742037
>[] take a deep breath (fire domain) 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2742037
>[] take a deep breath (fire domain) 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2742041
Breath

>>2742086
As a man named kurt once said
All apologies

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2742086
>>2742090
Fucking really? Fifth roll to try and negate.

flames spewed from the now broken hill, disgorging from it like smoke from a dying fire or water from a broken bucket, flaring up into the air into great hissing spouts follow by a most stomach churning smell. Whatever foulness had come to rest upon the still waters below had turned even more horrid upon being burnt and freed from stagnation. The flames burst, and sparked, expanding further as more corpse gas fed them. And somewhere within them the spirit in the fire laughed joyously. Jonathan covered his eyes with his recoiling arm and against any sense or better judgement opened his mouth, cursing himself the second he tasted the rotted air the flames carried by them. It made him feel sick, but he took a deeper breath of it, and the flames rushed to their home in his veins even as he felt his stomach curdle and shudder from the taste of that most unclean air he had unleashed just now.

Closing his mouth with a hiss, he vommited smoke and foul air out, retching as he stood upon the now cracked open hill, the burning waters beneath his feet churning as the bones within slowly shuddered up to escape, the thick oils and fats shivering around them as the mass that had been lounging withing the springs tried to retreat away from them. It was, from what the godling could see, some kind of massive sludge, moving as though it were alive. Made of the grease and bones of corpses, and filled with other untold filth. It moved like a snake, slowly creeping away from the flames with a squeaking hiss as more of bubbles of rot gas within it burst and burned within.

And as he stood there staring at the horror, vomiting up the sick air he had swallowed, a flick of flame from his throat ignited the fire within him. there was a bang, as the flames rushed out him again with enough force to crack the ground, and cracked the ground under him. The small explosion inside his mouth knocked the senses out of the lad, and he fell towards the water and sludge before he could regain them.

With a splash he landed in the water, and the flames rushed to him, worried their vessel had cracked. And the sludge, now unmolested "turned" towards the sudden fresh meat in its lair.

"DAMN ALL GODS!" Jonathan scream in blind rage, his headache as smoke rolled over his teeth, flames licking from his lips as he "bled"

What does he do, in his rage?
[] Rage with the fire inside him 1d20
[] try to clamber out of the spring and get away from this....thing
[] Dive under the water to give himself some space to think
[]toss the largest rocks he can pull beneath him at the thing 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2742100
>[]toss the largest rocks he can pull beneath him at the thing 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2742100
>[]Toss the largest rocks he can pull beneath him at the thing

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2742100
>[]toss the largest rocks he can pull beneath him at the thing 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2742100
>[]toss the largest rocks he can pull beneath him at the thing 1d20

>>2742100
[X] try to clamber out of the spring and get away from this....thing

Now, if he had not been just risen too god hood, he might've been calmer, summoned his blade of flames and simply burnt away the foulness that surged towards him like a living, hungry flood of rot and ruined water. However, god's are emotional things, much like mortal men, and though with age they may become wise to their failings and try to control that part of them. Jonathan was young, and had held back his emotions both dark and light since he had ridden off to join the army that desired to "save the world". So he only had a destructive rage, that paired with the small pride lingering in his heart that now wounded fanned the flames spectacularly.

So screaming and stomping, he held his head, and sunk his hands under the water, and into the dirt, grabbing the first rock that simply did not crumble to pieces in his hands. Gripping it, he pulled it free with enough force to cause the pool to shake. He tossed it as a child would a ball, with such ease that he had already pulled another from the wall and flung it at the thing that simply shouldn't be. water filled with grease and rotted meat splattered and spilled out of the thing from its two "wounds" where the torso sized boulders had pierced it through. It began to leak the water it had held beneath its "skin" of oils and mixed foulness. Bones oozed from it as the skulls set in its "front" moved along with the rest as its mass changed, almost giving the impression of it grimacing in pain and hate.

Bubbles rose, as jonathan dug his hands deeper into the pool, and feel colder, fresh water rushing past his hands. But in his rage and indignation he didn't notice it as he pulled a bigger stone from the ground.

He did however, see how the thing recoiled from the lighter, cleaner waters around his feet.

"Oh, so it hates anything clean doesn't it? so that's why it tried to run from fire. nothing's purer than that" He thought in a moment of clarity, but didn't take time to wonder if this thing had ruined the spring before, or simply been born from filth that had fallen within. For to him, it did not matter, it was simply in the way of getting water to those who desperately needed it.

And he then?
[] kept throwing rocks! 1d20
[] Smashed into the source of the spring!?
[] Melts the stone in fire, and coats his hands in burning rock before trying to rip the thing away from the waters, piece by piece (domain of fire) 1d20
[] Fire, distract it! I need to figure something out, if it would free if the spring flowed freely! (spirit of inferno)
[] Well, there is one thing purer than fire! godsblood! (fling drops of blood at it) 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2742169
[] Well, there is one thing purer than fire! godsblood! (fling drops of blood at it) 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2742169
Melt the stone in fire and coat your hands in the burning rock

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2742169
>[x] Well, there is one thing purer than fire! godsblood! (fling drops of blood at it) 1d20

And then we gave it a taste for Godsblood

But then, as he prepared to heft the massive stone at the thing of filth, a wild thought passed through his mind as sudden as lightning in the sky. That there was in fact one thing purer than Fire, and that'd be godsblood. And his blood was both. And so, instead he straightened his back and brought the stone to his knee, shattering it into many shards as sharp as knives and about the same size. He grabbed one, and dug it into his wrists, his bare chest glistening in the brilliant silver light that came from the wound he made himself. Like the glow of a new day. And with that glow came fire, purer than any of mundane make. it flowed as silver, the spirit inside of it sneer wickedly, drunk on the sheer feast it was having with the detritus that had so polluted the spring its vessel now stood in. And within it, drops of pure silver blood dripped before joining the flame. As the fire grew brighter, the godling swung his arm, spreading it through the cavern her had made. The creature hissed, as its flesh melted away, and its body burned and burned, pieces of it falling free as it crawled away from the speed, using more, and more of itself as the bones within it were burnt entirely clean, leaving no ash or smoke. And the fat and grease it had been born of simply vanished with a pathetic burble. By time the fire began to die down, the walls over the well turned open cavern and pond had been burned white, and the water had become even clearer than before, seeming almost as air.

What does jonathan do now
[] make sure that thing is dead and gone or at least gone away
[] Grab the stag, and a few pails of water to take back to the city
[] Ask the flame if that was enough to satiate it
[] curse and wonder what the hell that thing was
[] Put his old home to rest
[] Use a bit more fire and blood, just to be sure it is clean
[] write in

>>2742246
Make sure that thing is dead or at least gone away

>>2742246
>[] Use a bit more fire and blood, just to be sure it is clean
>[] Grab the stag, and a few pails of water to take back to the city
>[] Ask the flame if that was enough to satiate it

>>2742246
>>[] Use a bit more fire and blood, just to be sure it is clean
>[] Grab the stag, and a few pails of water to take back to the city
>[] Ask the flame if that was enough to satiate it

>>2742246
>[] make sure that thing is dead and gone or at least gone away
>[] Grab the stag, and a few pails of water to take back to the city
>[] Ask the flame if that was enough to satiate it
>[] curse and wonder what the hell that thing was

>>2742246
>[]Grab the stag
>[]Ask the flame if that was enough
>[]Drink the water

Exhausted, and lightheaded from expending and sacrificing more of his divine blood after so recently using it, Jonathan slump down in the pleasantly warm waters, that were nearly as clean as the air around him. Turning to the tongues of flame still laping at what small pockets of filth remained on the newly exposed springs wall, he smirked and asked tiredly "Was that enough to satiate you, inferno?". the flame turned and chuckled.

"Yesssss, a grand feast it was, though I still see little logic in your plots, godling" it said, as it diminished, and flowed back into his veins and faded away from view once more

"That's fine, so long as you don't burn what I treasure" Jonathan said bluntly as he stood up "but thanks for burning that, thing away"

"it was delicious" the flame laughed, as Jon walked up one of the more tilted sloaps of dirt burnt into snow white stone, and smiled as he saw the deer was were he left it, near some pails and buckets.

"Well lets get on back then, there's mouths that need feeding after all" He hummed cheerfully, grabbing two buckets to begin with, smiling cheerfully as he headed back down into now bubbling and steaming spring.
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And as the new god walked back to his charges, with a dozen buckets hanging upon his arms and held in his hands, with his kill laid upon his back, in the distance away from the dim moonlight that could still shine after its heart had been torn out, a small ball of filth and a skull trundled along, bubbling and boiling as it slowed, a small and grimy light building in its core as it continued on its way growing and pulsing like a candles flame, or a heart. what this light would become, is a story for another time.
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Jonathan crested over the hill, his new found strength keeping him from being exhausted as he marched back into the city, scanning his surroundings and nodding confidently as he was pleased to see no signs of any other monsters trying to get in to devour his wards.

What does he do first
[] hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
[] catch up with haley and make sure she is alright
[] set some ground rules
[] find, and bury his pa
[] look for some place safe for all of them to stay
[] Search for any other survivors
[] rest, and dream
[] write in

>>2742352
[] hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
[] catch up with haley and make sure she is alright
[] set some ground rules

Then
[] look for some place safe for all of them to stay
[] Search for any other survivors

>>2742352
>[] hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
>[] catch up with haley and make sure she is alright
>[] set some ground rules

>>2742352
>[]hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
>[]set some ground rules
>[]Search for any other survivors

Let’s find who we can in the city, let the people gather their strength, and then move on to somewhere safer

>>2742352
>[] hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
>[]Search for any other survivors
>[] look for some place safe for all of them to stay

>>2742352
>[] hand out food and water to his flock....and count them
>[] catch up with haley and make sure she is alright
>[] set some ground rules
>[] find, and bury his pa
>[] look for some place safe for all of them to stay

Walking down the hill to the ruined township he had left the people of the city, he left a small trail of burning silver drops upon the street as his wrist slowly closed the wound he had inflicted upon himself. Even though he knew they would be there, he sighed in relief as he saw the tired, yet hopefilled eyes of the people he was sworn to protect, his mortal flock. They stared at him in awe, some struggling to stand so they could simply kneel and honor him as their divine saivor. for why wouldn't they? he had come upon the night of their deaths and brought light, shining as brightly as the sun. if any deserved homage and prayer it was the coal skinned knight who so valiantly came riding back from the brink of death? and besides this was the place of gods, to be worshiped.

Haley however just watched her friend curiously, like she was watching a new born goat walk along, or trying to understand a poem. This alone made jonathan smile, before he looked back upon the gathered crowd and tried to figure out how to make them stop, without ruining their moods. And started to count them to be sure of how many there were with him now.

"Stop" he said, a little stilitedly "you need your strength, for it is nearly used up, sit still. Let me feed and care for you, until you have your strength once more. Do not force yourselves, rest, and eat. All of you need care if you'll be healthy again, so just let me care for you"

Haley smirked, but said nothing. Perhaps, like the rest, she had become to weak to talk in the time since he had been gone. Perhaps they had all worn out their voices crying and singing praises to him. it didn't matter, all that he was focused on was making sure they'd survive the night, and beyond. But he looked up as he carefully set the buckets in front of the huddle children and women and aged and crippled, and saw her smiling at him, her green eyes shimmering with pride and adoration. This gave him a little more confidence.

"Just stay where you are, and stay close, I'll....make you a meal" Jonathan said as he turnd to the buck he had left, and tried to figure out how he would butcher it, before he glanced back over his shoulder. he counted now, 33. 33 souls packed together in groups of four or more. The obvious minority being the men, as most had died in the battle, there were only two he could see. And old man, and a battered on who had no legs to stand on. the rest were women, and children, and he didn't waste time figure out which there was more of before he went back to his work.

He grabbed the flank off the buck, and began to pull to tear it free, flames crawling to burn away the fur and skin. His heart fell as he realized just filling their bellies with meat and water would make them healthy again. they needed a safe place to rest, and that reminded him that still there might be more poor souls lost somewhere in the city. In the same sorry stare, starving and alone. Such a horrible thought would make even a god cry.
cont

>>2742425

But for now, there were things that demanded more attention. Food, and water to keep them alive until shelter could be found, and as much as it pained him to admit, he doubted there'd be anyone left besides these..."though there were more than before!" he thought, trying to cheer himself up.

Then he heard them murmuring, and looked back to see them clasping their hands in prayer in his direction, the old man singing wordlessly. He knew the song. The hymn of the sun's journey.

"Alright, lets set some ground rules" He said slowly, turning back to his butchery and his blood and fat slicked hands "for you to follow while I am gone"

After rules were in place, he could worry about other things
What does he say
[] do not make an effort to worship me, until I have saved you. if you die, then all of my efforts will be for naught
[] I am not worthy of worship, I serve you. not the other way around, upon my oath, I protect you. Do not bother to idolizing me
[] The strongest of you will help the weakest, give them water and meat. and protect them however you can
[] don't wander from where I tell you to stay, follow my words, and hide yourselves until you see me.
[] While I am away, you all rest, until you are strong enough to walk again. Do not wander
[] Relax, you are safe. Just follow me, and allow yourselves to find peace
[] pray not to me, but pray for the fallen
[]No fighting, I will have none of that shit. Get along with each other and be kind
[] Kids eat first.
[] write in

>>2742453
Kids eat First
The strongest help the weakest
Pray not for me, but pray for the fallen
While I am away, until you are strong again, do not wander.

>>2742462
And also don't fight. In such a harsh time we must stand together.

>>2742453
>>2742462
>>2742462
>>2742474
this works

>>2742453
>[] do not make an effort to worship me, until I have saved you. if you die, then all of my efforts will be for naught
>[] The strongest of you will help the weakest, give them water and meat. and protect them however you can
>[] While I am away, you all rest, until you are strong enough to walk again. Do not wander
>[] Kids eat first.

"First off" He said, his voice deepening into a commanding, stern baritone that shook the ground beneath him and the hearts of its listeners, as he wrenched the monstrous deer he dragged back near in half, and began to work to seperate its back legs "the kids eat first, shouldn't be too much of a problem, but don't try to steal from them, the come first"

"of course, they've suffered the most, and are the weakest right now" Haley called back, as the rest just stared at him, dumbfounded or perhaps humbled by the fact a god was giving them direct

"And that leads into the next rule, strong help the weakest, doesn't matter age or gender, you'll help the ones who can't drink or eat on their own do so. Do not pass these duties off, and if it comes to it, protect them however you can" He said, shaking a leg at the crowd

"Understood jon" haley said happily "just like helpin nan"

"Exactly" Jon said cheerfully "and that also leads into my next rule, don't waste energy praying to me, if ya must, pray for the fallen, alright"

"Aye" the man with no legs said weakly "there's many fallen but only one of you, but they could use it more"

"and it embarresses him I think" Haley tried to giggle, to lighten the mood, but it came as a weak, raspy thing

"Oh a such a hamble lord" the old man cried "oh so kind and caring is he, do you having any of commandments my lord"

the kids tried to pull away from their mothers? sisters? No one could tell as starvation and fear had made all of them looked aged in someway. they tried to get close to Jonathan as he worked but he simply shook his head

"Sit, you are weak" He said softly "I will watch you all while you eat" and those words made him realize, he had not felt hunger since he ascended. Odd, but not a pressing worry. "And then I will leave, to find others, or shelter for you all. So until you are strong again, do not wander"

"Yes, yes. of course. of course" the old man said happily "a...a, if only the choir remained, we may have our meal with our most bright and burned lord with fitting offerings of song"

"please don't start singing" jonathan whispered under his breath.

Haley laughed, as did one or two of the kids. Did he really say it that loudly? and bright and burnt lord? he was alright with the first part of that but the second was a bit...well, insulting he supposed.

"So, with that out of the way, I should..."

[] search for a place for them to stay
[] search for others
[] mingle with and cheer up these 33 survivors of.... the thousands and thousands that were once in this city mere days before
[] write in

also going to go to dinner soon, when i get back I'll say if I am continuing or not tonight. and I'll say when i am leaving

>>2742544
>[] search for a place for them to stay

>>2742544
>[] search for a place for them to stay

>>2742544
>[] search for a place for them to stay

>>2742576
Search for a place to stay. We do need to look for other survivors soon though.

"find them shelter, they'd be easy prey out on the streets, just leaving them out here while I run off to find them food and fetch them more water would be stupid. Might not be a smart man, but that much is clear. it'd be foolish, and that's just taking monsters into account. The heat of the day and cold of the night would be just as deadly to them as weak as they are. I need to get them shade, and some place cozy to huddle together. I need to get them all of these ruined streets and into some place safer, or some place hidden. If monsters can't find them its the same as putting a wall between them, though once they're found...if they're found. Finding others would be useless if there's no place safe to bring them to. So once their bellies are full and they have water to drink, I'll need to go looking for some shelter for them, even if it isn't much. Anything is better than none. Not sure if there's anything outside of the city that would fit, but well I wouldn't want them to leave the walls if I can help it. even if they're broken they're more protection than nothing at all around them"

He turned his head to the moon up in the sky, seeing the palace and the cathedral reaching towards the distant clouds above his head. he shook his head, and looked back down, seeing what used to be a great library, and the winery across it, or rather the cellar of it. and glancing back towards his lost home, he wondered and pondered.

Well?
[] he'll search around to be sure
[] He check the castle first, as his first pick
[] the cathedral as the first pick
[] the libraries shelves will serve as good barricades
[] A cellar could work.
[] Home....if I could make walls, it'd be perfect, right by the spring.
[] write in

Heading out soon lads

>>2742602
[] He check the castle first, as his first pick

castles normally that their own water supply and food stocked up.

>>2742602
>[] He check the castle first, as his first pick

>>2742602
>[] He check the castle first, as his first pick