Seems like evil can afford the luxury of shooting himself in the foot.....Say what you will, but I'll still be here when your lamenting how the runt of your litter managed to ruin a perfectly good reign of evil.
Assuming they all survive a few pranks.....can't let your kids off easy.
I choose as my sacred animal : the rooster, Herald of the morning sun, that has come to vanquish the horrible night.
DEITIES AAAAAAAAAND DEMIGODS!
PREPARE ONLY THE MIGHTIEST OF YOUR CHAMPIONS BECAUSE IN TWO MONTHS TIME....
MYTH! MYTH! MYTHOMANIA IS LIVE FROM THE LOST CITY OF MU!
Take heed dear friends, for the first of the two most Corageous Contests in the Cosmos is back and better than ever! Gather only the strongest and most capable of your Champions and prepare for then to face off in valiant battles of strength speed and skill!
The winner of the Main Event will be crowned REGENT OF MU and will serve the Kingdom under your domain! Will veterans of old rake the plunge?! Will heroes of the new take that first valiant step?! Will monstrosities of the deepest depths seek to claim a new dark domain? I DON'T KNOW AND I CAN BARELY WAIT!
Registration.....begins today!
Hit my Champion's theme music!
When your walls are crashing in and hurts you to hide,
I'm going to take a stand, take what's inside.
If you've got stuff, well that hurts my Pride.
I've got to be a MAN I can't let it slide.
Oh I am Real Asgardian!
Fight for the stuff of Every man.
I'm a Real Asgardian,
Fight for what's Right, Fight for Your Life!
I feel strong about Right and Wrong.
And I don't take Trouble for very long.
I've got something that keeps me bold.
Courage is the thing that keeps me in Slaves and Gold!
Oh I am a Real Asgardian,
Fight for the stuff of Every man.
I'm a Real Asgardian,
Fight for what's Right, Fight for Your Life!
(OK, I'll admit I couldn't resist doing Real American as a Viking-style berserker's song.)
The MunchKING is Back! And he is AWSOME!
My forge is within a city-sized floating cube of scrith on the Avalas layer of Acheron. The flames are fed by conduits to color pools linked to the Elemental Plane of Fire and the Para-Elemental Plane of Magma. Within the outer shell of the cube are several layers of rooms that shift according to a complex algorithm that I wrote, with each entrance to each room identified by a lengthy sequence of numbers. I can tell by looking at each number whether that room is rigged with a death trap, and also where it fits into the room migration algorithm. Maintenance of the shifting rooms and most of the mundane tasks of the forge are performed by a loyal tribe of duergar. My personal armor is a plate armor made of an alloy of adamantine and mithral. The armor is riddled with concealed devices and tools that I can manifest by manipulating combinations of concealed controls. I also carry a big magic hammer made of red adamantine. My totem animal is the donkey, but mostly for the symbolism, as there are not many to be actually found in my cube.
The mighty Bee shall be my sigil, symbol, and in some cases, unfortunate choice of avatar.
...gonna withhold these nightshades and mushrooms. Wasting the produce of the earth? You're on Agricultural Probation!
There'll be no Concord here, sir!
...unless we can come to some understanding, split the devotee base. Maybe then I can give you the hookup for continental grapes.
The divine stewards, keepers of the hive can be sweet as their honey:
...but I am a Lord of Agriculture, and whether roots or flowers...it's survival of the fittest.
Delightfully maddening, bees.
Hired.
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
Query: Do Guns and Traps fall under the hunting designation?