Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 18, 2014 17:50:05 GMT -8
Dazbog had grown eerily quiet as he watched a new deal taking place. This was what he had been watching after the fact, but now he was here, where one was about to take place in their very Temple. He tapped his index finger to his face as he found another comfortable place to sit. A chair appeared beneath him, made of dark mahogany. For all intents and purposes he remained sober of his favorite drink at this moment. It was too important to miss by viewing it through a rainbow colored haze. The Coffee/Sun god picked up one of the animals in Erevis's realm and kissed him lovingly on the head and placed him on lap, despite the hissing, screaming, and crying that took place.
"If I might interject, brother. Do you think it wise to give this...woman even the smallest amount of your power? It seems a bit...unwise to me."
Not noted for being a completely serious Whill, Dazbog patted his new pet, which he called Fluffy, despite it not having any fur, in fact it had scales and twisted flesh.
"It is your behind on the fire here if this goes horribly wrong and we have to reboot the whole damned Universe...again."
Dazbog shifted a bit and procured a bran muffin from thin air, transported from his Coffee Shop, and munched on it. It was like he was talking to a TV screen, and he was simply a middle aged over weight man too involved with his favorite television program's characters.
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Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 19, 2014 7:15:39 GMT -8
She interjected the interjection with a pensive frown.
"The way you guys say "woman." I get the foul reek of sexism under my nose. Say it ain't so."
To this, Diva recrosses her legs, and all the while a strange, ink like substance began to accumulate both in her wrists, and upon her neck.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 19, 2014 9:29:15 GMT -8
Dazbog searched the satchel attached to his belt for something, but came back with nothing. Looking again this time his hands held a bag that was labelled "Blueberry Granola Medley." He reached into that bag and popped a few chunks of granola and munched on them.
"I'm sorry if you take our tones that way. I just don't think its a good idea to give out super powers and gifts Whilly nilly. Pun unintended. The thing you're taking for sexism is my aversion to people suddenly asking favors of us all of a sudden. You can only beat the pinata so many times before the candy turns to entrails, as the saying goes."
Dazbog extended the bag of granola to Diva, shaking it a bit to tempt her to try some.
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Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 19, 2014 9:57:23 GMT -8
"The offer is noted and appreciated, but unless it's living essence I can assure you my tummy cannot stomach it. Trepidation and careful planning must be something you guys deal with constantly, but come now -we haven't even heard your.... brother's price. Besides, as much as this is asking a favor from him, it's also doing a favor for him. Perspective is the stuff of the life. Look at it from here: look at from there. It's the same thing but it's never the same.
"Yes, I deal in a paradox. We're I'm from, they're the only thing worth substance."
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 19, 2014 12:05:21 GMT -8
"The Price, Diva....Is this. You will become Human. You will crave the kill, as normal, but you will not be able to kill. Your own Force ability will be augmented, and when you truly need more power, you must....Pray, I believe the mortals call it. Yes. Such a creature as you must beg Divine Favour. Do you accept?"
He was leaned back still, idly tapping his saber hilt on the arm of his throne, awaiting her decision. The entire realm had gone quiet, except for the occasional crunch of Daz chewing his.....granola.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 19, 2014 12:31:15 GMT -8
Dazbog shrugged and popped some more of the granola in his mouth. Smiling like a child who found the toy in his cereal box when he squished a blueberry with his teeth. Despite the displays of Dazbog being a tad bit immature, he was watching the deal intently. His eyes glinted as he grew quiet once more. Being the youngest of the Whills, he still had much to learn, and what better way to learn than to watch Erevis make a deal with Diva. He put his right hand to his chin and squinted slightly, wondering if Diva would take the power in exchange for, of all things, humanity and religion. He coughed a bit to clear his throat, as a piece of blueberry skin lodged itself in his throat. Such were the dangers of eating on the job.
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Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 20, 2014 11:02:11 GMT -8
And for a moment there, she was grinning so wildly it nearly spilt the muscles of her face like a voodoo doll with some worn stitching. Then, the Whill said something, and something was killed so effectively that she could only wonder if she could kill a buzz any better than he did.
"You had me at "be human." I would have loved to give it a shot again because the thing I accomplished in my first life, so long ago, was lose my mortality. I would have done it just to experience the same depravity of sacrificing the goats into mouths. I would have loved to feel that feeling, that darkness, when I gave up living like a blushing virgin, as I raised my hands and gave existence and the natural order a giant middle finger and rusty dagger.
"So long ago, and do I regret anything? No. I'm having too much fun to even notice! Do you know why? Because death IS the natural order. Everything dies. Everything is going to die. Do you know why? Life is a silly tumor. Even this universe will kill itself in a big freeze.
"Prayer, sure. I can pretend to be any billion number of things everyday. I'm sure I've got nuns, clerics, and priests in me. Hell, I ate them alive while they prayed for impotent gods who watch from thrones like the one you're sitting on.
"But no killing? No, no, no. That is MY gospel of release from cancer, and my cure. How could I possibly stand to watch so many suffer over and over and over and over? No, I am a force of action. I'll leave the passive observation to the gods, thank you very much.To be fair, you guys do a great job at it!
"I'll be back, when this universe has its last atom freeze. When I'm done eating everything, when all that remains is me, just a tiny black hole in infinite space, I'll come back to you before I jump into the next universe to find new things to eat. Before I leave this place inside my never ending colon, I'll make you a bargain, okay?
"You admit I was right, and I'll let you tag along as a familiar. You know, make you an example for all the bad kiddies? Even a boogeyman! HAHAHAHAHA!
"So close, Erevis. You were so close. Until later! Byyyyyyyaayyyyeeee!"
And then the manifestation of her in this realm turns into the nothing it certainly was.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 24, 2014 5:31:07 GMT -8
The tendrils of smoke shifted, the shadows on the ground twisted and split to make way for a nebulous grey robed figure. There was a fleeting trace of gold beneath the hood before the grey darkened to black and Sinistra pulled down the hood with one hand, a homemade chocolate meringue pie in the other. She held it aloft on the tips of her fingers, the stiff peaks of meringue perfectly formed and nicely browned. It was a dark chocolate custard underneath, also homemade and positively decadent and thick. She offered it to Erevis on his throne.
"I have brought you a pie. And a witness to its creation as homemade is chomping granola right over there."
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 25, 2014 5:31:55 GMT -8
Dazbog absentmindedly popped more blueberry granola mix in his mouth, munching on it as Sinistra appeared. He continued to munch as she spoke. Finally he spoke, with a smile on his face and a few crumbs on his beard.
Sinistra! So glad to see you again. I expected you sooner, you know."
His greetings finished he went back to doing what he did best, snacking and looking good while doing it. Fluffy, the scaled and corrupted animal he had picked up from Erevis's floor, seemed a bit calmer, but was shaking horribly. Dazbog stroked the back of the pitiful creature to calm it down.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 28, 2014 7:14:19 GMT -8
She stood for what seemed like an eternity or a month before she rolled her eyes, set the pie on a convenient table and dissolved into a wisp of black smoke.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 27, 2014 15:56:10 GMT -8
Rifting in the galaxy was a dangerous thing to do, if a Whill saw you doing it the consequences would be dire indeed. What Xeonon did now as not just foolish but down right suicidal. He rifted. Right into the Palace of the Whills on Tython. They would no doubt be strung up by the toes for such a thing, but in his state he did not care. Coming out in front of the door to the shadow realm he turned the door knob his shoulder length brown hair flowing behind him as the cold, dead, stale air swept over him.
As he entered the shadow realm he thought back to his child hood of playing duel monsters. The shadow realm was were you went if you lost, part of him wondered if Merrik was in here wandering around for eternity cursing the pharaoh.
The thought made him realize something. He was back to normal. Or normaler. Outside in the real universe he was a vengeful shade intent on causing mayhem and enjoying his second chance at a life. Even his old appearance was here, the black hair, the missing eyes torn up face. Everything. He was back amoung the dead and his body reacted as such. One thing he kept was his High Councilor powers though. Possibly the only thing that kept him from being blasted to oblivion in the Shadow King was home.
Reaching down deep he spoke loud and deep, his voice echoing through all the nooks and crannies in the land. OI Whill Shaman Erevis! I've come to see ye!For some reason his shouting voice was that of a Scottish man because nothing says power and respect like a pissed off Scott.
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Arty Orspach
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Post by Arty Orspach on Sept 27, 2014 16:21:52 GMT -8
While Xeonon took the more dangerous route which Arty noted was indeed suicidal in the presence of a Whill, Arty walked in with a bit of an overconfidant step as he made his way into the Whill's realm. It was of course cold in here and the fog on the floor did look rather intimidating, but the young Knight had guessed that this was all a cover for something. Perhaps a bit of over-compensation...
He smiled and lowered his hood, running his robotic right hand through his dirty blonde hair. Ahh he was being given so much to work with here, but he reminded himself that he was a Jedi Knight and must behave like one, even if there was plenty of reason to behave like a child on a sugar rush. Wait. He had sugar, an offering to the Whill. Who in the name of the Force could resist sugar in anyway shape or form? The grin on his face widened, this Whill was going to like him, he just knew it.
With that, the young Knight pulled a bag of candied space scorpions out of his pocket, because he could. He then looked to the Whill, confidence filling his aura.
"Greetings Sire, I brought you a present. You should I don't know, eat them."
Arty tossed the bag to the Whill and looked to Xeonon.
"So, you just appeared here? You're going to have to teach me that trick so I can use and abuse it all over the galaxy."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 27, 2014 16:33:41 GMT -8
Sugar to a Whill of darkness and evil? Well bonus points for trying. Honestly the undead, redead everything dead human was surprised to see another living person here. It was after all folly to visit Erevis, and none but those with the biggest cahones would come here.
He debated talking to him and ignoring him, there was no way of telling when the omnipotent person would appear. Of course time had no meaning here so does it really matter? It was this point of view that swayed him to talk to the Jedi.
Trust me friend, if you knew how to do it Erevis here would probably blast you into a million pieces. They banned the power in the whole universe and only those who don't care use it.
Truthfully though he would teach this guy if he wanted to learn. One of the mandates of the GBA was to undermine the Whills and replace them. It was actually their goal. With Eralam, the former Whill himself in charge they had attacked the Whills, and until very recently on Eralam and Xeonon himself had survived to tell the tale. Now even Eralam was gone.
So tell me, what brings you to the land of eternal darkness?
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Arty Orspach
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Post by Arty Orspach on Sept 28, 2014 7:10:43 GMT -8
Arty scratched his chin as he contemplated what had brought him to this place of darkness. Was it the cookiees? It most certainly was! He was here because he had heard perhaps dozens of times before that the dark side had cookies and cookies were an ultimate good. So how could the dark side be bad? This was a place of the udnead and perhaps not one that was connected with the dark side of the force? He wasn't sure, but what could posibly go wrong in the quest for more cookies?
"I fear nothing, I am a Jedi, so you could train me on that power if you like. What could happen? I've got a lightsaber, I'll just deflect his blasts and then cut his hands off."
The Knight shrugged.
"Honestly, I've been looking to branch out in my quest for cookies. I heard this was a place of darkness and that this Whilly might indeed have cookiees, that's why I brought candied scorpions, to trade with him. Solid plan no?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 28, 2014 7:29:59 GMT -8
Did I already say this Jedi had some big ones? Well let me reiterate, he has some BIG ONES. He came all the way to the land of the dead and woe for cookies. He had never heard of Whills making making universe famous cookies. Coffee yes in the case of Whill Shaman Dažbog but not cookies. Ive engaged this Whill in his ethereal form in armed combat. I literally traveled to the end of the universe so I could use the power of a lava planet being destroyed to have a chance. I could have defeated him but he cheated and stripped me of the powers HE GAVE ME. Looking around he shouted at the air a fraction of that untamable anger surfacing. YOU HEAR THAT YOU RAD BLASTED CHEATER! GET OUT HERE. Sorry where was I? Oh yes fighting. Its those powers that allow me do this. I can tamper with the make up of the universe ever so slightly and it allows me to effectively teleport anywhere. If they saw me teaching you how to they would not be pleased. They have the ability to change anything in the universe they want at Whill. pun intended This includes you. I fear the only cookies you get here will be made using the ground up bones of dead mortals and mouse poop instead of raisins. If he offers you one, no matter how good it looks. DO. NOT. EAT. IT.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Oct 3, 2014 14:40:48 GMT -8
The candied scorpions disappeared into a sudden swirl of thick black fog. Always one for a show, the temperature dropped considerably, and Erevis coalesced out of the darkness, the fog dissipating, the utter bleakness of the realm appearing slowly. He was upside down, his head at head level of both Xeo and Arty, his black mask covering his face. You could still tell he was smirking, much like Corr and his buy'ce.
Gentlemen. What bring you to my humble home?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 3, 2014 16:12:13 GMT -8
About time. It felt as if he had been standing there for like a week with this Jedi who after a brief talk didnt say much. Of course it was more like a few seconds. It was hard to tell in this accursed land. Bowing his head to the Whill he hoped he took it as a sign of respect and not for the real reason. Much like when he spent time with Corr he hated the way the metal face plate moved of its own accord. Your name is not Rorschach.
Why cant this be a social call? Am I not allowed to see an old friend of mine, I mean you were placed in control of me and my ilk it only seems fair we come and see you from time to time.
Of course he was actually here for a reason but that doesnt mean he cant shoot the shit with the Whill. Who knows maybe he would learn something from this guy.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Oct 7, 2014 10:33:36 GMT -8
"Social call? Xeo Xeo Xeo.....tsk tsk. Nobody comes here for a social call. It is either to ask something of me, or make some sort of silly challenge. except for Arty here. I think there is something a bit off with this fella....."
His body rotated so that he was now standing sideways, his feet sticking straight out to Xeo's right. He began to pace, as was his want. He crossed one arm across his chest, the elbow of his right arm resting on the forearm of the left, his index finger tapping his face mask lightly.....
"So. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 7, 2014 11:05:49 GMT -8
Rolling his eyes in annoyance Xeonon snorted when he mentioned Arty Orspach. There was obviously something up with a man who went and asked the Devil reincarnate about cookies. Stranger things have happened. Cant it be both? A challenge and a request? You hanging around in one plane of hell should have noted that I have come back to the land of the living. Unwillingly I might add. Your a Whill, I have managed to bring back some etheral powers with me from beyond the grave. To my knowledge you dont have a Shaman. I will be that man. Its not like the galaxy was short of stories to get. Sure they were selective and the Skywalker Chronicles were the last known thing to be entered into the Journal officially but he was willing to travel the galaxy and get new ones in. Plus that whole immortality thing sanctioned by the Whills was pretty swell.Plus I hear you have been going out granting wishes like some Demonic Genie. I will do that for you as a side job, granting wishes, killing people. The family business. The shade tried to keep his cool about his true plans. Everyone had ulterior motives but he hoped that one of his skill sets was being able to block the Whills out.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 21:22:37 GMT -8
*Instinctively led to this place Mórrígan slips inside, goes to her knees and quietly prays*
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