"You think I preach you become the alpha? Then you are cattle. I am become the sword that kills the wolf, the rust that eats the sword, the aether that burns the rust. I am the cause. I am the end. My will is a sentence, your death the new world law I write." - The Nietzschean This major Nemesis expansion will introduce a new level of challenge into your...
Things can always escalate. There are more things in heaven and earth, Odysseus, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Now you will witness one of them. - Unknown There’s hatred in it, and there is anger. The prey wounded the creature. Severed its arm. Made it run. That was then. Now... The Blackbeak Pursuer can replace your normal Hermesian Pursuer in...
The thing descended from the night sky like a drop of resin, at once swift and sluggish. It shone a bright, cold, pale white, like that of the sickly Moon. For all they knew, it came thence. Where it landed, a silver-white bloom spread, and an unseen veil settled across the sleeping polis. Corona charged at it, even before the first cry of madness rose....
“They called you their flock. Cattle. There was nothing subtle about it, and yet you threw yourselves off cliffs for them. Mutilated your children for them. Slaughtered each other in their names. Now you will do it for me. - Diomedes, The Giant King Giant King Diomedes is a collector’s miniature. He comes with an assortment of trophies, which can be used...
Rhodes claims it has created the Desiccated Sea in its never-ending search for natural resources, which feels oddly self-conscious for an expansionist empire. Few realize the hegemons have little choice in the matter: either they take the responsibility, projecting an image of devastating power, or they have to admit they are at the mercy of a capricious...
Seizing the opening, Meleager was the third to strike, the argobronze spear piercing the thing’s AT field, searching for its heart… but there was no heart. And that was no AT field. Yet Meleager did not recoil in fear, a true descendant of his father, the boar-slayer, but followed through with his ill-fated thrust, salvaging what he could, if not the wound...
It moved in unpredictable, looping arcs, its dance as deadly as it was mesmerizing, its scythe-arms cutting through the stone of the soaring towers as readily as it rent bronze and flesh and bone. A chilling, gruesome display that froze the hearts of both mortals and Titans. Porphyra did not freeze. And, living up to her namesake, she did not flinch...
“You think I preach for you to become the leader of the pack? Pathetic fool. I am become the sword that kills the wolf, the rust that eats the sword, the aether that burns the rust. I am the cause. That is what I preach. - The Nietzschean Spartan Dreamwalkers are a stronger breed of Titans, one just fit for the cruel lessons of the Nietzschean....
“The great tragedy of our time is that men focus on compassion. Compassion will not feed you, it will starve you. Unity will not make you strong, it will establish the tyranny of the meek mob. No. We need to become as the gods that have fallen. Pitiless.” - The Nietzschean Spartan Dreamwalkers are a stronger breed of Titans, one just fit for the cruel...
Time’s Woe is an enemy to all: to the Moirai who preordain fates, to paracausal Primordials preying on Delphi, to Time itself. And to you. Their name and their humanity – if they ever had one – are lost to aeons. All that remains is the contempt and the flight. Being a paracausal entity itself, Time’s Woe plays with fate, time and positioning, as reflected...