Mordrim
Callous - Dutiful - Hollow
Pet Information
Pet Name: Mordrim
Owner: Microbat
Theme / Type: Zodiac obsideon
Born: December 21, 2016
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Morion
MisticPal Age: 2851 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
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I know the truth of what lies beyond this world.
Let me show you, if you dare to look.
See, the tormented souls. The true reapers, grim, reflected in my blade.
Forged from silver, Aelydium, stone...
Don't idle here too long, lest you become one with it.
See, your God is null, non-existent. Hear the Great Old one talk in his sleep.
More souls... More souls...
I collect on his behalf. Keep a firm grip. Keep your composure.
Watch as their souls rend at my touch. Feel their life force bend to your will.
All for his purpose.
For, you see, he gave life, and now he intends to take it.
Remain strong, my dear.
The deed is nearly done.
Empower yourself in the eyes of your peers for a purpose far grander than human comprehension will admit.
Each death brings him life. No more will he slumber.
His spectral followers lie in wait in the astral plane.
They lie in wait for you.
For them.
Their souls.
They seek to keep him comatose.
Awaken your creator, your destroyer.
Your birth. Your demise.
Man and nature, worlds destroyed.
Lost to the storm they tried so desperately to keep at bay.
Break humanity's ties and end their miniscule lives.
Let me change your form to one which reflects your heart, black as pitch.
I can shift to meet your desires, matching his.
Allow me, young devout, to weaken all who oppose him, and by consequence, you.
Let them rot. Leech life like a lichen on a tree, or toadstools on a carcass.
Watch the world decay until their bones become the dust from which they were made.
And when you are met, oh worm, with that which gave you the privilege to crawl,
That privilege which you know they take for granted,
Turning what once was a garden rich into waste,
Do not turn away, but bare your chest before him.
Offer yourself, along with the very fibers of your being, to him against a razors edge.
Because you know this is the only reason you live.
To serve his purpose. To strengthen him.
A human deserves no more,
And should be given less,
Lest you ascend by his mercy to such immortal servitude
From this plague you've made of yourselves.
You see through my Astral eyes,
And I lend you prowess magical, unimaginable.
You are given knowledge, each night.
You are reminded each waking moment
Of the grand design he has graciously lain before you.
Your devotion will not go unrewarded.
By death, he lives.
And by his mercy, you die.
Boxed Zodiac January 9, 2017 12:00 AM
Poppeted Obsideon on January 5, 2017
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