My they/them swordperson can't be this cute.
Also mmm, give me more wholesome interaction fuel for Parikshit~
My they/them swordperson can't be this cute.
Also mmm, give me more wholesome interaction fuel for Parikshit~
odin was killed and devoured whole by Fenrir in Norse myth not killed by a weapon unless fenrir was carrying the blade and used it to kill odin in your version
Ah fuck, you’re probably right lol, I must have gotten it mixed up- I’ll fix it when I get home, thanks mate
Fixed, and figured out why- guy does it in LB2 canon, where I have to source a lot of my Surtr info from, so my pipes must have gotten crossed. Thanks for pointing that out.
SSHHHH SSSSSSHHHHHHH SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE OR WHATEVER THEN, JUST LEAVE THE CUTE MUWDEW WEAPON OF CHAOS ALONE.Originally Posted by Areop-Enap
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imma comment on those new sheets uhh... as soon as possible!
w h i t e f r e n z y ' s
s e r v a n t s . | . m a s t e r s. | . p r e v i e w s
Well, someone likes their anthropomorphic sword of mass destruction, it seems. Also, Laevateinn as a sentient, sapient entity and a child of Surtur and technically Loki too? Awesome.
Eyyy, thanks lads, glad to hear you like them
your welcome
Day 7 and my sheet still ain't ready. So it's one of those, huh...
Laevateinn: By far, the very definition of dark horse in this competition. I came in expecting the usual Vididii quality that's already mindblowing but left shot in the heart. There's so, so much charisma, so much passion behind this sheet and you can actually feel every ounce of care you put here. It's sorta impressive, if anything. I wish I could find any fault like Areop-Enap found, even the slightest mistake, because then I'd have a better review that isn't me just going sklfjls;jflksjdlksfjdal;skfja at this beautiful creature... But here we are. This is me keysmashing all of my love. My cute genderless harbinger of apocalypse, I love them. Oh yeah, they're actually a terrifying Servant with some metal skills, sure... But did I already mentioned I love them? So much?
w h i t e f r e n z y ' s
s e r v a n t s . | . m a s t e r s. | . p r e v i e w s
“Do you often wonder if the time for your God’s Dance has arrived earlier than expected?” A Writer wondered as he is the second last person to secure his sixth wedge.
“Never. Lord Shiva’s Will shall always be executed by his discretion.” The Sage who announces the End is considered the loser of the finished game of Trivial Pursuit because he is the last player to receive his sixth wedge.
Off in the distance, the Ruler of Light wields her great flaming sword over her head as she chases the Witch of Spring. Dragged by the heels of his feet in the air, the Chains of Heaven showed no effect to deter her fury. Even the Titanic Strength of Patroclus pulling by the abdomen of Samson was useless as he too was pulled by the balls of his feet.
“You cheater! Ceres is most definitely an offshoot of Dewi Sri! Who is by extension an offshoot of Lakshmi! Who is also by extension an offshoot of Shakti!” A Sore Loser by technicality accused the Witch on a topic she has quite a bit of experience in.
“Whaaaaat? That’s silly! They’re totally different Goddesses! They’re twins at that! I remember seeing both of them at my parties at the same time! They’re really fun to talk to when you get to know them! They happen to have very different tastes of grains!” The Winner of the Game flexed her intrinsic knowledge of all things Spring.
“Get back here and eat this greatsword!” The Administrator of Alaya screamed bloody murder as a snake held onto her shoulder for dear life.
“Don’t hate the player! Hate the game! A game you picked!” The Heart of Spring mocked and taunted with childish glee.
“Pat! Help! She’s meeting all of my standards!” The Lover of Heaven squeaked through his scarlet embarrassment.
“Sam, let me be honest. Those standards are not hard to meet with Heroic Spirits these days.” The Chaser of Elysium spoke plainly.
Just ahead of them were the Cosplayer of Jesus and the Destroyer of Fate and the Child of Easter. Onlookers wonder if the fox woman will get tired enough for Python to gobble her up.
And Theia and the Daughter of Pandora are still coming to a head yet no signs of slowing down.
“So you say.” Malcolm Muggeridge glumly relented, resting his head on his hand.
“You are troubled.” The Sage of Dusk made an observation.
“I always am.” The Journalist said.
“Are you willing to share those troubles?” The Rishi asked.
Malcolm stole a glance at the Dancer who stares back with eerie focus.
“Do you think the World will strive to become beautiful?” The Penman questioned.
“It is Lord Brahma’s design that the Universe makes it so.” The Devotee answered.
“Even if everything around it is ugly?” Malcolm narrowed his eyes that have seen such ugly. “Wouldn’t it be better to just… burn everything the moment the first sign of the Decline shows itself? Save us all the trouble of what’s to come and begin the eschaton early? Humanity can only do so much to upkeep their gardens.”
Markandeya merely shook his head. “Your disillusionment has ample reason to believe so, but the Kali Yuga will come regardless of the actions taken by Man and God. The Corruption and Strife brought about by the final Yuga has always been present since the first Yuga. It is only after the fading of the glamorous Dvapara Yuga that your eyes now see what we have deemed as Sin. The Bull with a single Leg.”
Markandeya paused with a tilt. “The illness that you labeled as Rot only serves to highlight the parts worthwhile. Beauty lasts for so long before they too shall decay. Life as we know it functions the same.”
“Even if it will become ugly in the end?” The Pessimist shook his head. “Even if people like you come around and burn it all down in your meaningless cycle?”
“Especially then.” Nodded the Will of Shiva. “Even after the morality of Man has become bankrupt, even after the Devout become corrupted by the material world, even after the World dies around us, the Beautiful World you envisioned in your dreams can only come from the Ashes of the Kaliyuga.”
“I know several people who will disagree with that.” Sighs the Father.
“That includes my better half.” Commented the Husband.
“The Khan?”
“If anything, even if the World is disgusting, worthy of Lord Shiva’s ire, even after trying and failing all you can to fix and improve it…”
The Sage looked down at the board game in disarray from the impromptu chase. The proof of a joyous memory of friends playing and laughing at a table.
“There is at least one thing in the World worth treasuring.”
The Writer nodded. A sentiment he can agree on.
“Calcutta was beautiful.” Malcolm added, recalling his brief residence in the city.
“Have you paid your respect to Lady Sati’s right toes?” Markandeya questioned, curious.
The Newsman only laughed at the question’s absurdity. “Indeed, Kalighat was quite the spiritual experience.”
“I plan on inviting my other half to partake in the Shakti Peethas in the New World. Even if the spiritual significance might not matter to her, I am hoping that she will enjoy spending time with me.”
“I did not expect someone like you to say something so secular.” He said amused.
“She has taught me much.” A faint blush crept on the stoic monk.
“Do my ears deceive me? The Sage of the End who knows the Universe like the back of his hand has learned something new for once?”
Parikshit
Heir to the Pandavas
Survivor of the Dvapara Yuga
Protectorate of the Preserver
Reunifier of the Ruined World
Hero King of the Age of Man
Shining Smile Equal to Surya
Satya Yuga’s Architect
Student of the Vedas
Wise Vyasa’s Editor
Lessons Passed Down
Warden of Yuga’s End
Seal of the Apocalypse
Tragedy of Human Impulse
Bane from Serpents and Draconic
Inevitable Destiny of Seven and Eighteen Days
Rests the Crown of Sin
Degradation of Morality
Encroaching Corruption of Luxury
Chilling Laughter of a Demon
Acceptance of One’s Demise
A Cycle of Vengeance Stopped
A Legacy Endured Past the End
Eschatology Rating: B+
The Sage acknowledges the King of Kuru who had snuck his place onto the table.
“Vyasa’s Student.” A warm smile from the Rishi. “I was hoping to see you here. He has only high praise for you. The Chiranjeevis in turn hold equally high praise to those we acknowledge.”
“Aw shucks, Mark. You’re embarrassing me. I only did what I thought was right.” The Disciple of the Mahabharata scratched the back of their head; his grin was beaming.
“When did you arrive?” Malcolm furrowed his brow. “How did you arrive?”
“Someone left the door open.” The King simply thumbed behind him at the aforementioned door of light wide open.
The culprit was currently in the middle being trapped in a cocoon of chains by a Witch, a Strongman, and a Titan.
“Ah.” Was all the Author can say.
“Son of Abhimanyu. Bring your head here.” Markandeya had a simple request.
“Uh, sure?” Having intrinsic trust in Sage of Markandeya’s authority, he bowed his head forwards towards-
A swift swipe of his fingers, the Sage relieved the King of his crown. In the same moment, he crushed the ornate crown flat in his hands and then proceeded to twist the mangled metal into a spiral before then bending it into a U shape. The royal metal now sits atop of the game board as a strange centerpiece.
“Uh…”
“An impromptu lesson for the Demon.” Was the Sage’s sole reason.
“I hear screaming inside.” Malcolm muttered. “Mostly crude insults against you.”
“Pfft.” Parikshit can only smirk at the contrast of the Sage of Dusk’s unmoved face and his recent action. “I can never tell what you Sages are thinking.”
“Such is the product of our many years of meditation.” Markandeya simply stated the fact.
“I bet that’s why you helped Great Uncle with your stories, eh?” The Nephew rested his chin on his palm.
The Sage looked to the sky above the sky, as if reminiscing a memory. “Ah yes. King Yudhishtira. He desired my council in the same way your grandfather Arjuna asked Krishna for the resolve to see his Dharma as a Warrior through. I remember the many stories I have told to the Pandavas in their royal courts. My encounter with Lord Narayana was one of my most resonating tales. Alas, I could only tell so much before I had to return to Lord Shiva’s side.”
“Oh yeah! So THAT’S why I sensed Lord Vishnu on you…! Anyway, I never got the chance to thank you for your visit. The Gods just… left us. I wanted to hear your wisdom during my reign.” A solemn smile.
“You needed not my words, Child of Kuru.” The Sage shook his head. “You have already found the answer to my question already in life and in the stories I left with your Great Uncles and Grandfather.”
“‘How did the World End?’ That was the question you left us before the Age of Gods ended.” The King remembered.
“And I have heard your answer from the Ends of the Universe.” The Sage nodded. “A simple answer it may seem, but it was the answer I was seeking from you. Well done, King of Kuru.”
“Aw… Well, I had good teachers. Life is just the greatest one a person can ask for.” Sheepish, the King’s smile only grew.
The Writer’s gaze stayed on the Optimist, his anathema, the proof that even if the World is rotten, there are still people who will try to make things right. His eyes drifted to the ruined Crown of Kuru.
“The Crown’s mentioning Lord Yama.” A name Malcolm recognized from his time in India.
“Ah jeez. I guess that explains all these crows.” Parikshit pointed at the murder of crows that have been circling the table for a while now. A playful laughter can be heard between the harsh cries of crows.
The Keres
From Love, Death
The First Kill
Psychopomps on Black Wings
Thanatos’s Sisters in Death
Pride of Lord Hades
Childlike Innocence, Violent Horror
Daughters of Chaos
Valkyries of Violence
Plague of Storms
Relentless Pursuit for Final Seconds
Sky Burial
Lovers to Sanctity of Life
Life is too Precious
Life is so Exciting!
Death should be Exciting too!
We can help! We can help!
We can kill! We can kill!
Leave it to us! Leave it to us!
All things End! All Mortals End! All Gods End!
The World Ends!
Eschatology Rating: B+
A girl in a red suit was seated at the table. Her eyes glowed the same sinister color. Crows began to perch on everyone’s chairs while some of them took special interest in the shiny pieces on the table. Two crows were playing tug-of-war with Parikshit’s crown.
“Hi.” A sly greeting from the Goddess Death. Her intertwined fingers provided a platform for her head to sit on.
“Welcome, Provider of Deaths Most Violent. You come on Lord Yama’s invitation?” If The Sage of Dusk possesses any fear or disdain for Death at the moment, he was hiding it very well.
“Oh, I arrive wherever Death is. My contemporaries and their honeyed words are only formalities.” The girl giggled. “And what better source of Death than the End of the World?”
“You’re a tad early, Girl.” Malcolm reclined on his seat. The Crows had declined to roost on his shoulders or be anywhere near him. “The story is missing some of its actors.”
“That’s a macabre way of putting it.” Parikshit fed a crow on his wrist with sunflower seeds he always carried on him. You will never know if someone needs a snack. “I’d rather make it a party than a funeral.”
“DID SOMEONE SAY PARTY!?”
At the King of Kuru’s uttering of the trigger word, the Witch of Spring quite literally popped back into her seat. Her hands were palm down on the table. Her eyes darted between everyone at the table until it laid upon the Keres.
“Oh hey! I know you! Or well… My third face knows you. She…” Her face morphed into a wince. “She definitely knows all about you.”
The Keres’s smile grew ear to ear. “Indeed, Witch. We have always watched your kind die in the most excruciating ways. We just wish that stupid book didn’t infringe on our techniques. We worked really hard to think up about those executions by ourselves.”
“Petty little thief with a hammer!” “Copycat who ate the canary!” “Unoriginal dullards who just hate Witches!”
“Yeah…” Walpurga the Witch slumps down on her seat. “There is a reason why people have associated Witches with Crows and Ravens. It’s not just about the familiars of Odin or Hecate or the Morrigan. People often forget or haven’t realized yet that most of the time, it’s one of your sisters who watches us die.”
“Sometimes Auntie sends us to watch her favorites die.” “Sometimes that old guy sends his two favorites to watch with us.” “Sometimes the Phantom Queen starts wars just for us!”
“How is the Crone?” Markandeya asked. “I hope my Dance was enough during my last visit to the Heart.”
“She’s… getting uppity since you left after checking out the basement. I need your Dance again. We need to make it REALLY stick this time.” Walpurga rubbed her forehead. Her distress was a rarity to her normally cheerful mood.
“If you need a guide, we’re right here to ask~.” The Keres reminded her presence. “There is no one better to navigate your bloodied basement than us.”
“We’ll consider it.” The Witch nervously said. “Me and my sister over there.”
Walpurga the Saint was peacefully sitting on a picnic cloth in the sky. Cassandra and the Easter Bunny were enjoying triangle sandwiches. Patroclus was fighting Python who held the screaming Tamamo the Christ in a death vise in its tail. Sophia was chained from head to toe with only her head free. Samson was also eating a triangle sandwich while holding another one to the Goddess of Light’s mouth. She found the sandwich to be acceptable.
Walpurga the Saint waved back with a gleaming smile.
“Consider?” “But we ARE the best!” “Why a maybe than a yes?” The Keres cried around the table.
Walpurga the Witch simply smiled.
“It’s… because of you that it has gotten worse.” She explained. “Well… In part. You coming along will make the journey down harder.”
“Ooooh. Now I get it.” “Oh yeah! Grudges!” “Humans do hold on to those when they die.” “Gods do that too!”
“You will encounter Death no matter what.” The Girl who speaks for her sisters smirked. “That is no way of avoiding it when walking into any form of Hell. Tartarus is just one of many. We can help navigate them all.”
“Again. We’ll consider it.” Markandeya echoed the Witch’s answer.
A shrug from the Keres was their answer.
“Yikes… And here I thought the standoff between my uncles and Ashwatthama was tense.” Parikshit was feeding more seeds to more crows.
“Hmm… The Society I once held so much hope for had so much tension in the air daily that you could cut it like butter.” A grunt from Malcolm.
“Butter?” “I like butter!” “Killing people with butter though…” “Too slow! Too slow!” “Death by Obesity is too slow!” “Making them slip on it like a banana?” “Into many many Deaths! Better!” “Much better!”
“We may need to change the scene later. Just so the next person who comes through doesn’t turn right back around.” The Author mused.
“Yeah…” The King slowly nodded.
Arbiters to the New World
On the Fence
Harbingers at World's End Who shall save the World? Which side shall they choose? Who shall bring its End?
AN
Last edited by SimpleScribe; April 7th, 2023 at 05:49 AM.
Wake up guys, another page of Scribe's bible just dropped.
I read about Parikshit a very long time ago, but he never felt like more than a passing interest, since past me didn't think he could adapt his story well enough. Between Lully, Sima Qian, and now Parikshit, it's surprising to see a bunch of 2019-2021 BnEl15's ideas which I shelved due to various dead-ends at the time coming to fruition in 2023. I think that's called character development? Anyways, I wonder which old idea I'll finally get around to writing next...
I didn't choose Parikshit for this contest only because of Markandeya, but if there was ever a time for him to make his debut, now would be the most fitting. On a related note, I love how invested you are in the whole Hindu mythosphere. I can really feel the passion you put into your research through these snippets.
P.S.
Fogado fc just came naturally to me. The moment this idea came to mind, Fogado immediately checked every box of what I wanted Parikshit to feel like. Him being a FE character is certainly a plus point tho.
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The Holy Scrible
Foreigner of Transcendence
-- Father of Scientology --
"How’s it going, Master? I’m your servant, Foreigner Class. Call me Ron."
Class: Foreigner
"Foreigner? That’s it? C’mon man. I don’t get Saver or Voyager or something cool? I get the tentacle class? Actually, weren’t you planning on making me a Beast? What happened there?"
Other Classes: Caster, Gatekeeper
True Name: L. Ron Hubbard
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Origin: Historical Fact
Parameters:
STR: E
END: E
AGI: E
MGI: C
LCK: B
NP: EX
Likes: "Women, women are definitely nice. There’s spiritual advancement too. Oh-oh don’t forget money. Wait, I forgot. All of you scientologists."
Dislikes: "Unbelievers, liars, despair, and all those *raises his voice so that any spies in the area can hear* ASSHOLE GOVERNMENT ORGANIZATIONS who keep on trying to shut me down."
Talent: Writing science fiction
"Really? That’s it? I mean, between the star signals, moon spirits, ancient rituals, alien exorcisms, and boat missions, you could have found something more interesting."
Natural Enemy: Malcolm Muggeridge (Archer) (RoydGolden)
"This guy… kind of sucks. I mean, so depressing, that demon thing, that whole “the world is decaying”. He really really sucks. He need a little hope."
Armament: "Magic. And imagination. And good looks. Thanks for asking."
Catalyst: "What do you mean you were trying to get a different science fiction author? Well serves you right for not checking which short story you were actually using. And you get to be with me, so it’s all good."
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Personal Skills
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Last edited by Dreamerless; May 4th, 2023 at 03:04 PM.
My compendium is here: https://blogs.nrvnqsr.com/blog.php/14424
My fanfiction Fate/Roundabout is here: https://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthrea...ate-Roundabout
a nice day out here, back on the grind for calculus, wanted to take a break, first thing I see: tentacle porn.
i need jesus. not saying it's bad, but i sure as hell need jesus
Just use the cover of L. Ron's fusion jazz record instead, shit's pretty good
https://youtu.be/sblQ3QqPsrc
Last edited by Vididii; April 7th, 2023 at 10:31 AM.
Man, you just love using instant win buttons as NPs, huh? At least this one is left kinda ambiguous, so that's... slightly better? Anyways, as a non-American, I don't know enough about scientology to criticize the overall concept of this sheet, but I do love his whole "I believe in me" message. All in all, I say you're improving, in both presentation and writing (skillset and character).
Real quick question- idk if this is the same issue Scribe had with image hosting, but is there a FC for the sheet? I can't see it.
Have to say, bringing up Muggeridge's trip to Calcutta as a way to find common ground with Markandeya is a great bit of characterization.
fixed.
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He doesn't have the phantasm. It's more of a joke.
Also (SORRY SCRIBE FOR YOU KNOW WHAT). Any advice on the sheet?
My compendium is here: https://blogs.nrvnqsr.com/blog.php/14424
My fanfiction Fate/Roundabout is here: https://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthrea...ate-Roundabout
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