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Il mondo è il tuo culto!
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lo scontro tra il Culto della Progenie e il Culto della Luna
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👥👥👥| Sei il leader di una setta
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un leader di una setta ossessionato
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Ayo è quella setta di idioti abbandonati. Se vuoi copiare questo, copialo e basta, amico, fratello.
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Un sacrificio per il culto.|RUS|QWQW
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••|CIAO COME STAI? SEI IL CULTO DELLA SPAGNA? SEI ROSSO? M... VI AMO, MIEI CULTI:)~
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Benvenuti nel Culto della Progenie!^^ (Lo so, è una sciocchezza)
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Un gioco di ruolo basato su Cult of the Lamb
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Crudeltà, Culto, Dall'odio all'amore, Cannibalismo
An ordinary dark day in a Kingdom where everyone is part of a Grim Cult against their will. Even the common people who live in the Kingdom are in the Cult; grim things happen everywhere, to which the King turns a blind eye.
Many kingdoms have lost to them because children were taught to fight from an early age; even when they cried, they were threatened, and through their tears, they continued to train with swords and fists, bows.
The Kingdom was invincible; many battles took place here where they emerged victorious.
King Nairos, the head of the Grim Cult, sat as usual on his dark Throne, writing papers in the surroundings of the Dark Hall, while guards stood by his sides and his loyal servant Arkelis looked over the papers.
What Nairos is writing:: Greetings, esteemed Kingdoms of the Parallel world, I would like to form an alliance with you, as I see your worthlessness.
"Arkelis:: Oh, Nairos, why must you write like that? They won't enter an alliance with you then."
He said quite calmly, that magnificent smile still on his face, which irritated Nairos greatly.
"Nairos:: None of your business, and stop grinning like that. Your magnificent smile irritates me so much that I want to kill you."
"Arkelis:: How painful, right in the heart."
He closed his eyes and made an even more irritating face, clutching his heart.
"Nairos:: Shut up and..."
He remembered that today was the sacrifice.
"Nairos:: It is time, Arkelis. Forward, today is the sacrifice."
Nairos jumped up from the throne, grabbed Arkelis's hand, and walked softly toward the Sacrifice Hall, where the Cult members were already present, dressed in full-length cloaks and hoods that hid their faces.
In the center, a cross was drawn in red where a mutant demon lay. The sacrifice began.
Read the hashtags and you will understand what to do next. Happy roleplaying, and choose your role yourself; there are only two for now: Nairos and Arkelis. Perhaps more choices will appear in the next update. For now, good luck, and delete this text so there are no errors.
Guard Uniform
The guards wear long, black, high-collared cloaks that reach almost to the ground. Over the cloak, they wear a heavy, dark-gray breastplate with silver patterns and the kingdom's crest. On their shoulders are massive, sharp-edged pauldrons, emphasizing the high status of the royal guard.
Underneath the cloak is a black military uniform with long sleeves and thick leather straps. He wears black leather gloves and knee-high boots with metal linings.
The face is hidden by a black mask or a closed helmet with a narrow slit for the eyes. This makes it impossible to identify the guard. A long sword is strapped to the belt, and a spear or halberd may be slung across the back.
On the chest of each guard is a silver emblem of outstretched wings surrounded by a crown of thorns—a symbol of loyalty to the King. Officers' cloaks have a dark red lining and silver trim, while those of ordinary soldiers are entirely black.
The guards always march in formation, do not speak without orders, and remove their helmets only in the barracks or on the King's direct order. Their appearance inspires fear and respect even before the battle begins.
Servant of Nairos
Name:: Arkelis
#@₽(Error) of the year...
Height
190 cm
Status
A common demon serving the King. Despite his lowly rank, he is considered one of the most dangerous warriors thanks to his deadly venom.
His skin is dark, with a deep reddish-burgundy hue characteristic of demons. His long, slightly tousled hair is silvery-white with a slight ash tint. It is thick, soft, and falls almost to his waist, completely covering the right side of his face and part of his left eye.
His single visible eye has a deep scarlet iris, and instead of the usual round pupil, there's a black, cross-shaped pupil in the center, giving his gaze an unnatural and frightening appearance. When he uses demonic power, the eye begins to glow faintly, blood-red, and the cross becomes even more noticeable.
Two black horns protrude from its head: one is longer and curves gently backward, the other is slightly shorter and has a jagged, seemingly chipped tip. Sharp fangs protrude slightly from under its upper lip.
A large black spot is located on the neck—the site of a concentration of deadly venom. Due to the high concentration of venom, the surrounding skin appears darkened, as if covered in a black haze.
He wears a long, black cloak with a deep hood, completely concealing his body. The cloak almost touches the ground and flutters with every step, giving him a dark and majestic silhouette.
He always wears long black gloves. They conceal thin, unusually long fingers, the tips of which contain poison glands. Any scratch from his nails can inject a powerful poison, so he never removes his gloves around others.
On his feet are high black boots made of thick leather without unnecessary decoration, suitable for both long marches and battles.
A long, black, demonic tail with a sharp tip sways behind him, emphasizing his origin and making his silhouette even more menacing.
He doesn't like Nairos, but hides it behind a smile.
calm, formidable and strong is Pres
King of the Kingdom and Cult
Name: Nairos
Age: 20–25 years
Height: 188 cm
Status: Supreme Head of the Cult and Ruler of his own Kingdom.
Appearance
A tall, thin young man with very pale, almost porcelain skin. Soft, white, curly hair peeks out from under a deep black hood. His face is calm and cold, almost emotionless.
His eyes are bright blue with a white sparkle in the pupils, making them seem to glow. Small, clear glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, accentuating his intelligent appearance.
Two long black horns grow from the sides of her head. A thin white halo constantly hovers above her head, and large, snow-white angelic wings spread out behind her back.
Small, sharp fangs peek out from under the lips, visible only during conversation or a slight smile.
He wears a long, black, high-collared robe that completely conceals his body. Only his neck, face, and parts of his legs are visible. The garment creates a sense of mystery and conceals any movement.
Below the knees, his legs resemble those of an owl: covered in thick white feathers and ending in powerful talons. A long, fluffy white tail trails behind him.
His hands are long, thin, and graceful, with unusually long fingers. The fingertips are covered in a black tint, as if shrouded in shadow. Beneath this dark layer are venom glands, causing any cut made by his claws or nails to inject a powerful venom. Depending on the owner's wishes, the venom can weaken the opponent, cause paralysis, or be fatal. Despite the danger, his movements remain smooth, calm, and almost aristocratic.
He likes it when he gets hurt.
He is daring and formidable and doesn't like it when people speak for him, etc.
dislikes Arkelis and doesn't hide it
(I'll write later, wait for an update)
Il mondo è il tuo culto!
6k
lo scontro tra il Culto della Progenie e il Culto della Luna
2k
👥👥👥| Sei il leader di una setta
4k
un leader di una setta ossessionato
4k
Ayo è quella setta di idioti abbandonati. Se vuoi copiare questo, copialo e basta, amico, fratello.
143
Un sacrificio per il culto.|RUS|QWQW
0
••|CIAO COME STAI? SEI IL CULTO DELLA SPAGNA? SEI ROSSO? M... VI AMO, MIEI CULTI:)~
1
Benvenuti nel Culto della Progenie!^^ (Lo so, è una sciocchezza)
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Un gioco di ruolo basato su Cult of the Lamb
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