Sure, let's go see the big gods. ((The handball was that gift from the crocodile man - the ball that Sebastian can crawl into to be petted infinitely if he wishes.))
ah, by handball I thought you meant
handball.You crawl into your handball and get petted in circles.
Sleep through the travel montage.
*gurgle*
Cautiously get out of my hiding place.
You crawl out of hiding and look around. Everything appears safe. Man, your life has been one session of hiding after another lately.
Alright, let's get a more detailed description of this harpoon first. Bit of metal on a stick? Bit of chitin on a chitin? Flaming anger rod? Something's severed penis?
Its shaped something like a 4 sided, upside down Christmas tree, at least the "Blade" part. Looking straight down at it, it looks like a "+" and each side has several large barbs to keep it caught in the flesh of whatever it hits. The blade itself looks to be made out of some kind of silver metal mixed with black veins, while the shaft is pinkish red with an organic-looking pattern carved into it to act as a grip.
Alright! So lets dig out the map....
So...where to?
We travel now.
Looking at the map and remembering what was said about places, Dead Silence seems ... well, I could endure it but maybe not my Most-Beautiful guys. Therefore, head north from wherever we are until we get to the Domain of the Mount King. We're aiming to eventually get to the Black Sun Cult so I can subjugate them so I think heading north from there will be alright until we hit something worthy of attention.
While we're montaging, I believe John had a book on him about blood rituals before he went comatose. See if I can't find it and start reading.
Also, Imma try to create a sort of character sheet I can keep track of in between posts since Comrade's gone and therefore the wiki's not super up to date anymore. Probably edit it in.
Name: Xankarvo
Needs: Regular (food, water)
Appearance: Generic Xan template (tall, bald, intense stare, slender)
Good At: Fire
Bad At: Not Being A Dick
Greatest Hope: Omnipotence
Greatest Fear: Irrelevance
Known Alterations: Flint and Steel Teeth, Crab-like Left Arm, Asbestos Hands, Fire Cape (possibly item?)
Known Powers/Abilities: Fire powers - varies depending on rolls/situation, but some common variants:
- Pseudo-fire breath (alcohol ignited via sparks from teeth)
- General fire manipulation (can make existent fire do various things - got fire cape from this
- Sacrificial Healing (can close wounds, reattach limbs, perform major healing, potentially bring back the dead (not tested) with the burning of a proportional amount of flesh, whether self or others)
- Sacrificial Flame Generation (correct me if I'm wrong, piecewise, but I think at one point I burned my fingers off to generate a blast of fire? I think I can probably do something like that.)
Inventory:
- 1 Olive
- 1 Toothpick
- Fancy Pen
- Wizard Robe (black, purple highlights)
- Wizard Tracksuit (same as above)
- Wizard Hat (grey, pointy, wide brim)
- Book about Faith, Godhood, etc
- Lamellar Chestplate
- Notebook
- Voice of the People (fist-sized seashell. Put note in, crush note to have effect written on note)
- Bag of Explosive Crystals - they appear to absorb energy proportional to their size before exploding, probably give sign when they're about to explode
You steer the warbeast back around and head north until you hit the barrier between hells and push straight through. The domain of the Mount king is not at all like you expected it; it is indeed a thin strip of land, maybe a few miles wide, with cloud borders obviously visible. But there are no mountains here, at least no natural ones. Instead, there are monstrous towers, each one the size and rough shape of a mountain. The stones of these towers are massive, hundreds of feet long, wide and tall, stacked like the bricks of a bulbous brick oven, wide and squat at the bottom, tapering upwards to a pointed peak, a grand smokestack spewing flame and ash. These towers are melded together at their bases, intermingling, stones meshed together. Windows dot the outside of the towers like the tiny holes of porous pumice, and from these holes, white heads bob up to stare at the war beast.