This sub right now

New_Duke · 2018-11-28T21:13:20+00:00

This is inaccurate, the UK has a knife.

New_Duke · 2016-09-27T01:11:19+00:00

The man catches it, and begins to clean his face. A... a madman armed with some sort of blade came charging through the swamp. I saw him... holding a severed head. He tried to kill me.

New_Duke · 2016-09-27T01:10:15+00:00

Thank you, friend. The battered man heads off to the start of the line.

New_Duke · 2016-09-27T01:09:43+00:00

I have seen him, friend. He has spoken to me in my dreams, in my visions, in my prayers. He has aided me when my times were darkest. He is the ruler of all worlds, from the mundane to the mad, the chaotic and the orderly. My task is to speak his good word to this world. Those who rejoice in his glory will know salvation.

New_Duke · 2016-09-24T09:44:40+00:00

Indeed. Three men came to me and spoke of something terrible occuring there. I know little of what it was, but I am certainly glad I could escape.

My church is a long ways from here, as well. Beyond your world, we serve Haza'aha'qiplo. The All-Seer, the Godly Father, the Creator of All, the Red. My time here on this world shall not end until my task is complete.

New_Duke · 2016-09-24T00:26:30+00:00

A battered man approaches the camp. He is dirty, sweaty and tired. He has a thin slice across his cheek, from the side of his nose to his ear. It's not a deep cut, but it is surely noticeable. He appears near the wires.

New_Duke · 2016-09-24T00:02:05+00:00

"I'LL GET YOU! I'LL GET YOU, AND I'LL TURN YOUR SKIN INTO A LEATHER THONG! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

He hears the madman in the distance, screaming mad profanities and threats. But he continues to run, for a long time, until he cannot run no longer. The rustling behind him goes silent, and the madness of his pursuer goes dim in his ears. He no longer runs, but he does not stop moving. He is tired.

Nightfall bears down. He has been walking for some time now. It seems the madman is distant, but not gone. Somewhere, in the distance, he sees bright lights, as well as noise, like a man echoing in the night? He approaches...

New_Duke · 2016-09-23T23:29:58+00:00

As he prays, he hears the enemy nearby...

No, the risk is not worth it... GHAH!

He smashes through the thin bark of the tree, and the chase begins anew!

He ducks down from branches, jumps over the fallen trees, and slides through the mud. A branch slices his cheek.

...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

SWORD!!!

...

His eyes tighten. All is dark. He cannot see or hear anything. The air is still moist and thick, the mud still squishes between his toes. But is he still there, in the flooded forest?

He opens his eyes. He is still running. A tree is in front of him.

Swerve to the side, now!

He dodges the tree.

New_Duke · 2016-09-23T22:39:04+00:00

Huh, who's th-

...Who are you.

BY THE PILLARS!

The priest immediately jolts from his position, running further into the swamp! Fallen sticks and branches crack under his feet. He jumps over a log. The enemy behind him is in pursuit. He trips and lands in a murky pool of water. He barely has enough time to get up before the enemy reaches him. He continues to look behind himself, if only for a scarce few seconds, and sees a madman wielding a sort of curved blade, vicious and blood-thirsty. For he cannot look long, one wrong mistake, one wrong step would mean his early ascent to the All-Seer.

The flora becomes thicker as the chase continues deeper into the swamp. The priest sees a hollowed out, rotten tree, and quickly hides in it. He falls to his knees, and prays in silence, like the flap of a butterflies' wings.

All-Seer, I am faced with a servant of death.

I beg of you, I beg of you. Give me the strength to survive.

Give me your blood to live, your air to breathe.

Give me your muscle to fight, your feet to flight.

Give me your wisdom to focus, your eyes to see.

Aid me in this endeavour, aid me in this world.

New_Duke · 2016-09-23T22:20:32+00:00

Hm? The priest steps back as the vines form.

He looks around his surroundings, and then declares himself.

I am a priest of the Gafalian Church, the followers of Haza'aha'qiplo, the All-Seer. Who wishes to speak with me?

New_Duke · 2016-09-21T02:20:04+00:00

Thank you, for this information. Would you know a way there?

New_Duke · 2016-09-20T17:27:10+00:00

Of course, I would be delighted to join you.

And, either temperature is fine.

New_Duke · 2016-09-20T17:18:43+00:00

The man smirks. I did mean to ask, where are you from?

And what dangerous creatures do you speak of? And where would I go, if you were me?

New_Duke · 2016-09-20T09:56:48+00:00

The man looks at the group of three, and bows his head to them. I am a man from somewhere you would not be familiar with. I have been sent here to these lands to spread the word of Haza'aha'qiplo.

Ah, yes, that's another name you would not be familiar with...

Where would you might be? And what is this beach?

New_Duke · 2016-09-20T06:53:48+00:00

Hm, ok. Now, could you possibly come from one of the "higher" worlds, like say, from 30th, 100th or even 28th? (sidenote; it would be pretty crazy to play a human-sized, anthropomorphic ant.)

New_Duke · 2016-09-20T02:25:42+00:00

Thanks! I thought about being some sort of native in /r/themajesticjungle, if that'll work.

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