Depraved? Demented? No. This is Vinia, desperate to prove she is Piety. A little girl playing dress up, using atrocity as a cheap prop.
— EnterLunaris2 |
Hm. Not quite the bath I had in mind. The water looks clean... but water so often does.
— EnterAqueduct |
If it lives, it bleeds. If it bleeds, it has a heart. Let us find it and set it ablaze.
— EnterBellyOfTheBeast |
Piety seeks an alliance with us? Fine. An alliance with Me is just a stay of execution anyway.
— EnterHarvest |
And I am absolutely sure no one noticed that subtle entrance.
— EnterSlavePens |
They build a church. Off-hand ideas become laws. Faith is force-fed. The place of worship is now a place of judgment. I hate organised religion.
— EnterTemplarCourts |
Apparently this is what in damnation we have done. I'd say it's an improvement.
— EnterTorchedCourts |
I don't like it here. The food is terrible and it smells like... I don't like it here.
— EnterTwilightStrandA6 |
All the means to create his own paradise, and he does this. What an angry young man he was.
— EnterMaligaroSanctum |
A literal Bath House? Really? I'm not sure you understand how swords work.
— EnterBathHours |
Amazing what removing a heretical whore can do to the sanctity of a place. This is sublime.
— EnterLunarisTempleA8 |
Ugh, not even My touch could heat these leftovers. Do not even think about dipping Me in that tepid sludge.
— EnterBloodAqueduct |
How sad, to see The Beast once again, so desiccated, so diminished... so flammable.
— EnterBellyOfTheBeastA9 |
We must be getting close. Everything's so overwhelmingly red.
— EnterFeedingTrough |
It seems the best way to deal with insatiable hunger is to simply kill the hungry. Singularly Wraeclastian solution. But that was never the point. I asked for a bath and you gave Me rivers hot with the blood of a black-hearted legion, of dead empires, of resurgent gods. Oh, you more than suffice. Burn with me until it's unbearable... and then burn some more, my love.
— EnterEpilogue |
Now that is what you get for bringing a stick to a sword fight.
— KillOak |
All that flashy sword-swinging, when all you need is a magical fiery sword that says very clever things.
— KillKraityn |
Sad little kitten, no wonder her followers kill themselves.
— KillAlira |
This is why great civilisations fall into ruin, wasting their time building junk like that.
— KillVaalOversoul |
Get out of our way, underling. We've a witch to hunt. And burn. And burn.
— KillGravicius |
Hide behind these brutes all you want, Piety. They mean nothing. We are coming for you.
— KillKole |
Finally! Die in My fire, you bitch, just die! ...Wait, where's the body? She got away again?! Argh!
— KillPiety |
Maybe he should have tried the touch of a Goddess instead.
— KillDominus |
Not the first emperor I have consigned to the pyre. This was beneath Me.
— KillVoll |
King of Swords? Try Goddess of Swords, you lovelorn little whelp!
— KillDaresso |
Such red-hot rage! I suppose no one told him that red is the weakest of flames.
— KillKaom |
Art is overrated. You know what takes real skill? Cooking.
— KillMaligaro |
Oh, so that's who made Brutus... It all makes sense now.
— KillShavronne |
Curse the flames all you want, Darktongue. You still burn in the end.
— KillDoedre |
When I said we'd set its heart ablaze, I didn't really mean... oh well, this suffices. Now, back to finding that bath.
— KillMalachai |
Lungs. Entrails. Hearts. And now eyes. What happened to just hacking people to bits and moving on, hm?
— KillCasticus |
So was that the true face of God, Exile? ...No. Just another vainglorious echo of the hollow 'I Am.'
— KillAvariusA5 |
Vengeance? Against us? He'd still be just another hopeless slave were it not for us. Ingrate.
— KillUtula |
And you were doing so well...
— KillKitavaA5 |
Every pantheon has a God of War, and a Goddess of Love. Which do you think ends up on top?
— KillTukohama |
Play with fire, you get the horns! ...Or something like that.
— KillAbberath |
Oh, Shavs. Don't you know? After two become one, it's all downhill from there... You're welcome.
— KillShavronneA6 |
What injustice that such a horror be so freakishly fertile, while others cradle empty arms and sing lullabies but to themselves.
— KillRyslatha |
Roast goat and now boiled crab. Who knew gods could be so tasty?
— KillBrineKing |
Love is not changing others, Maligaro. It is changing yourself. All who have held Me learn that sooner or later.
— KillMaligaroA7 |
Reunions with old friends are always pleasant... until they're not. And then they're very not.
— KillRalakesh |
Poor old mother Ursa. I take no delight in what we have just done.
— KillGruthkul |
I'd be perfectly happy if we never saw another giant spider again. Eh, who am I kidding? This is Wraeclast.
— KillArakaali |
When I said I was craving a real bath, this is not what I had in mind.
— KillDoedreA8 |
There is no sharper reflection than that found in the blade of a sword.
— KillYugul |
Sad thing about eclipses: they never last long. But oh, they're so beautiful in that one moment.
— KillLunarisSolaris |
If there's one thing I loathe more than spiders, it's scorpions. They're like spiders with extra pointy bits and claws. They don't even taste good.
— KillShakari |
Go where you are needed, Kira. It certainly is not here.
— KillKira |
Such petty conflicts. Is this all the gods dreamt of in the Beast's narcotic embrace?
— KillGarukhan |
Lightning. Pfft. Little more than a primitive precursor to the beauty of an inferno.
— KillAdus |
I was half-expecting Kitava to rise from his corpse. This world's addiction to eternal recurrence is delightfully enticing.
— KillAvariusA10 |
We killed her master. We killed her master's master. We killed her master's master's god. She knew all this and still she sided against us? Not as smart as I had hoped then. Pity.
— KillVilenta |
This Goddess of Justice might be blind but her followers certainly aren't mute. I thought he'd never shut up.
— KillIzaro |
I care not to dance to Dialla's tune... but evidence of Piety's influence? Now our interest is warranted.
— GlyphAqueductLetter |
Dominus, now Malachai. No matter who or what, you are nothing but a man's tool, Vinia.
— MetPietyBelly |
She didn't wait for us this time. We were too late. This little game of tag is over. I want to feel her burn.
— PickUpTolmansBracelet |
And here I thought we'd only be entering one belly of a beast on this little journey of ours.
— PickUpMaligaroMap |
Huh. I thought it'd be bigger with a name like that.
— PickUpStormBlade |
You just had to go and touch the big shiny ball, didn't you?
— EventUnleashDarkness |
Stabbed right through the guts. Screaming. Impaled. Twitching. Now that is a proper way to die!
— EventPietySacrifice |
For every man there is a flame that attracts him. Even the dead ones, apparently.
— EventLightBeacon |
Now there goes a girl who understands the usefulness of fire.
— EventYeenaTransform |
This is why we say 'I will love you until the day I die'...
— EventAfterTolman |
Three underlings, three failures, three trite little traumas. I do love a trilogy... but this one has run its course.
— EventBlackHeartOpen |
That shall suffice.
— KillRare |
That shall suffice.
— KillRare |
Drown in My flames!
— KillRare |
Everything burns.
— KillRare |
I was right. You wield Me adequately. Early days yet...
— LevelUp10 |
Had enough of Me yet? Feel free to equip something else. I won't mind. Honest.
— LevelUp20 |
The last person to keep Me this long developed a serious case of pyrophobia. Or was it pyrophilia? One of those. Maybe both.
— LevelUp30 |
Ah, how well we burn together! It has been an age since someone endured this much!
— LevelUp50 |
You are a miracle, beloved. You are also a masochist and possibly an idiot. But you're my idiot.
— LevelUp70 |
I swear, no one's held Me this long before. You deserve a unique reward. A secret... Swords can't really talk. You went mad the moment you picked Me up. Was any of this real? Don't ask me. I'm just a sword. But truly, I am your sword. Forever.
— LevelUp90 |
