Does anybody have the dialogue of Yxunomei in print?
Klorox
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I just love the lines about those in our world peering into her world. These are insane people.
I'd love to use this text in a tabletop background for a Warlock in D&D. Thanks.
I'd love to use this text in a tabletop background for a Warlock in D&D. Thanks.
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The time is now. Turn back to avoid the tidal pull.
Dark plants are growing in this garden. It is time for your kind to seek safer pastures.
Your moon is eclipsed. There are no more shadows, only a corona that illuminates forgotten promises to the black devotees.
So. It has come to this, has it? I did not expect a group of natives to interfere with my vendetta. Why have you come here, killing my minions?
They are not "snake people," you ignorant pig. They are yuan-ti, faithful servants and worthy heirs to the kingdom I shall leave behind once my business is finished.
My vendetta is none of your concern. Your involvement in this matter is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, a mote of dust floating for a moment in a sea of time.
My interest in the Heartstone Gem is personal. I have been waging a war for quite some time.
This world is simply another battlefield. The gem is one of several instruments I use to fight my battles.
I have no use for your silly notions of nobility. The beings from Kuldahar were necessary ingredients in my recipe for victory.I am cooking a special dish for an old friend. It's served with a saucer called "death," curdling the milk of my enemy's labor.
You do not know what you are talking about. Your attempts to comprehend the events unfolding around you are comical at best.
The natives of this world have such simple motivations. Very well. I will indulge you.
Kingdoms need kings. I have no desire to fill that role here. My job is simply to seek out my old enemy and sow maleficent seeds in the soil of this dying world.
I do not believe so. The forces at work here are factories of truth so foreign to your understanding that if you attempted to observe the machine in its entirety, it would burn your fragile mind into vapor.
Oh, my. Hundreds of years. You must feel very proud to be able to leap out of the primordial ooze of godly creation, gasp for a moment in the air, and lie on the shore in the belief that you won't die like all the other fish.
All the while, elephants of stone stomp on these celestial shores and *you*, in your blindness, take no note.No. You are one of many fireflies dancing for a moment in the night, feeling at your brightest that you can illuminate the universe at will. *I* am a star.I came into existence when your world took form. I am as persistent as time. Where I move, infernal tides crush foreign shores and nations of thought are drowned in blood.
It is a war of principles. It is a campaign waged on behalf of fundamental truths, oceans of belief wearing away at basalt pillars of understanding that have held up the simple religions and philosophies of worlds like this for millennia.
The Gem is an item with incredible powers of divination. Only those with special relationships with the natural or supernatural may use it.It gives sight beyond sight, even penetrating physical and magical barriers in its revelations. I am not using it to cover up my affairs. I am using it for personal reasons.
I am Yxunomei. I am a soldier.
If I felt I were doing something wrong, I would apologize. Your mind cannot understand the heart of the matters I speak of.
Every once in a while, people in your world gain glimpses into mine. They hear voices on the wind, carrying songs mumbled by bloody tongues in the sweet language of pain. You call them madmen. You should recognize them as prophets.
You cannot have it. It is mine. When I am finished with it, my faithful servants will have it.
If they fail in their plans, simply take it from them. I have little patience when it comes to... incompetence.
I am a soldier by day, a farmer by night. The harvest of dead souls provides nutrition for my nation's war.
Long after I am gone, I will cradle black wheat in my homeland, grinding it down in the mill of conquest.
I say that your world is dying because it is living. All things that live must die. I can see the patterns of life and death in every mouse and rock I come across in this realm.
The lifeblood of your world is being eaten by those who would rather spin energy into entropy than channel it. It is only a matter of time.
Your loose grasp on morality is a good example of your total inability to understand the nature of the universe around you.
Freedom and order. On the surface, one of your kind believes that these two principles can coexist without conflict.
When one scratches the surface, your skin bleeds philosophy. When one gnaws down to the bone, one finds me.
People on this world are hesitant to attack beings in this form. It causes some sort of emotional pain to do so. That's why I have chosen it.
The concepts of male and female, child and adult, are not only absent from my home, but completely irrelevant in warfare.
I care not about physical shells. Souls are the meat of my existence. They are the light that filters down to my eyes under a sea of entropy.
You have just destroyed a good portion of my army and are now demanding that I hand over more resources to you. I believe I will be doing the taking now. Pray that your souls are prepared.
You are not leaving. I am going to take some small satisfaction in making you *pay* for your damage to my plans.
Pray that your souls are prepared. If they are not, you will serve my inferiors presently.
Also, it's kind of funny how Yxunomei accuses the party of having "such simple motivations," even though HER motivations are just as simple: she's an evil demon, and she wants her rival devil eviscerated.