The Puzobryss - The Elite Trap
Yes Church, the 'Puzobryss'. Now hidden in the depths of one of my Necrobelisks.
Having experienced a few contenders as of late that either came and went with little challenge, or had provided.. resistance to flesh assimilation, I needed something more appealing and challenging for this elite group. An inkling for the idea came to me while peering beyond shadow and through the void. A miraculous communication from Venus herself:
To prime the husks for obedience, breaking their minds is paramount. It hinders survival, and stabilizes their subserviency. The answer is peripheral.
Very obvious in hindsight, I can't believe I didn't think of it myself. I will shamefully admit however, it took me ages to crack the D̷͍̀̍̓͒͗̀ͅĄ̷̡̛͎̯̩͕̣̘̓̓̓̊̈̍̽̀́̎M̸̲̬̈́̊̀̿͛͊̅̊̓N̵̪͚͝ͅȨ̵̻̘̮̻̙̥̦̯͙̱̊́̿͛̄̂̍̋̍̀̚D̸̥̻͚̯͉͚̫͚̺͍͖̞͚̥̐ͅ riddle..
It drove me M̶̛̺̖͕̟̙͇̰̅̓̔̌̋̈́̕͝Ä̴͔̰̜͍͖͕̪̠̯̻̤́̈̓̌̚̕͠D̵̛̞̹̍͛̉̔̀͐̓͋̓̈̓̕. My weakness got the better of me.. coincidentally driving me to create the brutes. I longed for unbridled supremacy and now have to play shepherd to a flock of raging behemoths. A toll I gladly welcome as recompense for the goddesses' advice.
My hand was forced to cheat the speed of revelation.
Í̴̠̄̈́̈́̈́͆̄̓̕̚ ̴̢̧̠̥̞̻̘̳̫̣́̆͌͒̒͘͠͝ͅN̶̢̝̞̫͍̱̻̿́͒̂͑́̓̈́̒̋͊̈́̕E̵̯͔̘̪̠̗͎͒̊̊̊̋̿̿̎̅̚̕͘É̵̞̜̘͖̜̼͇̙̳̰̺̖̞́͂̀̏̇͋͑͝͝ͅD̴̡̥̲͍̱̺̮̭̲̮͐̀̈́̐̐̄̍͋͒͐͒̾̒̚Ȩ̷̰̯͖̙̹̬̤̲̙͕̰̰̰̍̈̾͌̇̎̆͝Ḏ̶̡̨͕̞̯̳͉͕̭̰͈́͑̊ͅ ̵̢̧̻͉̫͓͈̱͍̬̳̀͗̌͗͐͆̆̈͜͝T̴̡̰͎̯̤̮̪̮̺̟̝͈̯̐̂̈́̅̊͒̊̈́̿̃̏̅͜͝͠H̸͉̬̥̍ͅͅẸ̶̔͗̀͠ ̸͉̠͕̫̖̞̐̋̽̄̽̍Ş̸̛̥̻͂̀͒̉͐͝O̸̼̳̦̗̖͔̘̔͐̊̏͘̚L̷̹̹͔͒̉̄̄͊͛́͘̕̕͠U̷̢̡̮̩̣͔̬̞͍̙͖̗̮͈͓͛͗͑̋̈́̔̾́͛́͐T̴͚͇̙̲͊̈́̋̏͋͛̂͑̈̊̋͝Į̴̧̰̰̳͚̜̣̟̱̹̟̠̐O̵̧̳̝̙̠̜͚̠̳͐̐N̸̡͚̗̺̰̯̯̲̪̟͕̯̂̈̍̊̎́̐̀̀͠ͅͅ
I̷͍̭̺̙͂̌̈̒̿̈̔̒͑̃͂͝ ̸̧͍̯̗̋̆͊̓͂̋͑͛̎̈́͆̽͊̉ͅŅ̶̲̫̜̼͖͇͎͚̼̙̣̞̰͝Ȇ̵͚̱̝̯͓̊̎͠Ȩ̸̡͔̩͔͈̣̞͓͙̀̀͒D̸̨̡̼͇̻͇̜̳̱͎̦͉̾̔́̾̍̃̀̐͋́̆͜E̶͈̱̤̜̿͐͒̌̔̍̔̅͘͠ͅD̷̛̯͐͂̅̀̑͘ ̶̣̮̼̝̩̺̫͖̀͂͑́̆̎̃́̑͝͠M̷̧̹̱͕̝̦̮̜̤̲̈́͐̊̐̅̕Ǒ̸͇͚̣͙̻̺̈́̀͌͗̎̓̕ͅR̸̺̹̞̻̯̤̒̉̉͆͝Ȩ̸̻͎̤͓͖̲̳̮̙̗͍̐͑͗̎͜ ̴̖͓̠̮̹̤̣͙̙͇̹͊̈́M̸̛͕̄͗A̵̻̫̘̽̈́́̌̚̕T̴̛͎̟̫͎̩͉̻̲͖̯̺̩̤̔̌́̓͆̓̑̌̀̚È̴̛͙̯̭̖̠̇̒̏͌̂̋̍̂̓̕R̴̤̔̀̑̆͐̍̈́̈̿͒͝Ī̸̮̦̘̿̓̉̀̄̿̇̏͛̀̐͠͝Ā̴̢̛̲̬͌͠L̵̡̘̃͂̂̈́̐͆̄͑̍͒́̚͠ ̵̛̻̦͙̝͈̫̈́̋̽̅͝F̸̡͓̻̺̬̹͍̬͙̖̪̂̐̉̆̈́͛̔̀̎̕͝ͅͅÖ̶̜̜̯̦́̑̋͑͆̉̕R̸͓̳͇̻̾̈́́ ̷̻͉͎̩̗̝̤̰̩̑͂̆͋́̀̕͘͜M̸̨̢͚̣̼̞̯͍̩̼̻͖̫̪̅̔̂̈́̏̊̎̊̋Y̷̗͖̰͔͌̕ ̷̨̢̺͖̯̮͎͎͎̠̙̗̮̉͋̒̓̊͒̉̒̋̅͘͝͝P̷̢̢͉̭̫̳̭͇̫̦̺̥͒̀́͋͐R̸͔̗͓̳͎̥̟̞̤̘̭̈́͛̋͂̿͗̎͊͜͜͝ͅͅĂ̴̡̮̲̘̦̪̺̪̂͊̇͋̄̇̈́̊͌̀̄̚͠C̸̨͉͔̝͇̘̐̀̇̋̐̈̔̃̈̋T̸̯̯̩̉͛̍̈́I̵̧̢̧̨̥̣̩͎̼͎͎̩̥̎̇̈̈͒̎̓̓́̚Ḉ̸͙͕̪͔̯́̈́͌̈́̍̽͆̏̃̑̕͠Ȩ̴̙͔̭̤̰̦͚̟̰͓̟̠̙͐̕
...
When I was but a kid, I was told 'you should never look to seek the same advice twice'. Some cliche about paying attention.. mortal linguistics befoul me. Although this situation was different, I attempted to remain steadfast in my ideals and solutioning.
But I C̴̛̛͚̤̘͖͔̘̰̣̪̙̹̯̪͍̓̈́̿̾̂͂̎̚̚͝Ǎ̶̛̖͙̲̯̘͈̩̖͉̘̝͕͕͋̀̓̆̊̊͊̀̈́̀̈́̕͜V̷̧̢̘̥͙̲̰̮̝̺͈͕͍̭̅̋̽̆̇͗ͅȨ̷̱̻̃D̷̥̳̳̽́.
I began peering into the shadow, into the void, out of the shadow, through the void, outside of the void (crazy place), outside of the shadow.. WAITING for Venus to descend her miraculous insight upon me yet again. I was in a trance for what felt like decades, until it hit me:
Peripheral
It was right next to me when I first got the message. The two non-mortal realms that were beside me in my initial encounter with Venus:
The answer was a combination of the void and shadow.
With this revelation, a little tickling of the shadows desires and the work put into the now beautiful cascade of non-sensical puzzling navigation we have before us, we will attract and ready the best-of-flesh before they fall victim to my domain.
Those that do find themselves strong enough to stumble-upon entry into the Puzobryss will get to experience the trial of their mind breaking under the relentless guise of the Shadow's Eye! All while they second guess their every glance at the ever-nothingness within the void.
H̸̗̙͉̳̭̬̟͚̘̯̰͖͊̅͑͊̿̇́̋̓̕o̵̯͑͘ẃ̶͚͕̅͑ ̵̧̲̱̯͔͍̬̺̯̱͚̻̫̍̕͝F̴̨͍̭͚͕̥̖̾̿̍̽͘͝ͅŲ̷̛̙̟̟͉̳̤͖̰̓̃̐̐̚͝N̵̛̲̽͐́̄̈!̷̛̛̫̃̀̉̽̔̇̽̑̓̚͘
And, if a mortal does manage to make it to the exit, if one even exists, we will offer any piece from my collection of spoils. No strings attached!
More flesh ichor,
stronger flesh ichor,
enchanted flesh ichor.
I'm shivering for such an opportunity of entertainment, and drooling at the chance to collect more media for Biomancy. The brutes really did a number on our reserves as of late..
....
...
..And yes Church, to answer your original question, it was named using a combination of the word's 'Puzzle', 'Obelisk' and 'Abyss'.
S̴̡̧̗͍̟͍̾̅̂̇̃͊̏͗̈́̎̿̕͘͜͝ͅḿ̵̧̼̻̘̺̦̲̒̑͛̆̓̀͆͒̉́̀͘͝͠a̶̡̨̪̰̠̳̪̟͚̼͈͖͇̟̞͗̇́r̸̡͓͍͈̺̲̞̖̥̞̐̒̍͜͝͝ţ̴̯̥̼̮̯͍͚̗͙̰̪̟̰̣́́̈̀̏̍-̶̨̼͚̳̣̰̞̀̌̐͂́́̉̂͗͗̚̚͠͝a̶̞̼̲͈͒̂̒̔͌̔̎̾̓͌͌̚͜s̷͖̙̜̠͐͆̀̌̚̚ͅͅs̶̲̹͎̬̫͉̦̐̌̕ͅ
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The Puzobryss - An Elite Trap
Evil Arcanist Nick
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The Puzobryss - The Elite Trap
Yes Church, the 'Puzobryss'. Now hidden in the depths of one of my Necrobelisks.
Having experienced a few contenders as of late that either came and went with little challenge, or had provided.. resistance to flesh assimilation, I needed something more appealing and challenging for this elite group. An inkling for the idea came to me while peering beyond shadow and through the void. A miraculous communication from Venus herself:
To prime the husks for obedience, breaking their minds is paramount. It hinders survival, and stabilizes their subserviency. The answer is peripheral.
Very obvious in hindsight, I can't believe I didn't think of it myself. I will shamefully admit however, it took me ages to crack the D̷͍̀̍̓͒͗̀ͅĄ̷̡̛͎̯̩͕̣̘̓̓̓̊̈̍̽̀́̎M̸̲̬̈́̊̀̿͛͊̅̊̓N̵̪͚͝ͅȨ̵̻̘̮̻̙̥̦̯͙̱̊́̿͛̄̂̍̋̍̀̚D̸̥̻͚̯͉͚̫͚̺͍͖̞͚̥̐ͅ riddle..
It drove me M̶̛̺̖͕̟̙͇̰̅̓̔̌̋̈́̕͝Ä̴͔̰̜͍͖͕̪̠̯̻̤́̈̓̌̚̕͠D̵̛̞̹̍͛̉̔̀͐̓͋̓̈̓̕. My weakness got the better of me.. coincidentally driving me to create the brutes. I longed for unbridled supremacy and now have to play shepherd to a flock of raging behemoths. A toll I gladly welcome as recompense for the goddesses' advice.
My hand was forced to cheat the speed of revelation.
Í̴̠̄̈́̈́̈́͆̄̓̕̚ ̴̢̧̠̥̞̻̘̳̫̣́̆͌͒̒͘͠͝ͅN̶̢̝̞̫͍̱̻̿́͒̂͑́̓̈́̒̋͊̈́̕E̵̯͔̘̪̠̗͎͒̊̊̊̋̿̿̎̅̚̕͘É̵̞̜̘͖̜̼͇̙̳̰̺̖̞́͂̀̏̇͋͑͝͝ͅD̴̡̥̲͍̱̺̮̭̲̮͐̀̈́̐̐̄̍͋͒͐͒̾̒̚Ȩ̷̰̯͖̙̹̬̤̲̙͕̰̰̰̍̈̾͌̇̎̆͝Ḏ̶̡̨͕̞̯̳͉͕̭̰͈́͑̊ͅ ̵̢̧̻͉̫͓͈̱͍̬̳̀͗̌͗͐͆̆̈͜͝T̴̡̰͎̯̤̮̪̮̺̟̝͈̯̐̂̈́̅̊͒̊̈́̿̃̏̅͜͝͠H̸͉̬̥̍ͅͅẸ̶̔͗̀͠ ̸͉̠͕̫̖̞̐̋̽̄̽̍Ş̸̛̥̻͂̀͒̉͐͝O̸̼̳̦̗̖͔̘̔͐̊̏͘̚L̷̹̹͔͒̉̄̄͊͛́͘̕̕͠U̷̢̡̮̩̣͔̬̞͍̙͖̗̮͈͓͛͗͑̋̈́̔̾́͛́͐T̴͚͇̙̲͊̈́̋̏͋͛̂͑̈̊̋͝Į̴̧̰̰̳͚̜̣̟̱̹̟̠̐O̵̧̳̝̙̠̜͚̠̳͐̐N̸̡͚̗̺̰̯̯̲̪̟͕̯̂̈̍̊̎́̐̀̀͠ͅͅ
I̷͍̭̺̙͂̌̈̒̿̈̔̒͑̃͂͝ ̸̧͍̯̗̋̆͊̓͂̋͑͛̎̈́͆̽͊̉ͅŅ̶̲̫̜̼͖͇͎͚̼̙̣̞̰͝Ȇ̵͚̱̝̯͓̊̎͠Ȩ̸̡͔̩͔͈̣̞͓͙̀̀͒D̸̨̡̼͇̻͇̜̳̱͎̦͉̾̔́̾̍̃̀̐͋́̆͜E̶͈̱̤̜̿͐͒̌̔̍̔̅͘͠ͅD̷̛̯͐͂̅̀̑͘ ̶̣̮̼̝̩̺̫͖̀͂͑́̆̎̃́̑͝͠M̷̧̹̱͕̝̦̮̜̤̲̈́͐̊̐̅̕Ǒ̸͇͚̣͙̻̺̈́̀͌͗̎̓̕ͅR̸̺̹̞̻̯̤̒̉̉͆͝Ȩ̸̻͎̤͓͖̲̳̮̙̗͍̐͑͗̎͜ ̴̖͓̠̮̹̤̣͙̙͇̹͊̈́M̸̛͕̄͗A̵̻̫̘̽̈́́̌̚̕T̴̛͎̟̫͎̩͉̻̲͖̯̺̩̤̔̌́̓͆̓̑̌̀̚È̴̛͙̯̭̖̠̇̒̏͌̂̋̍̂̓̕R̴̤̔̀̑̆͐̍̈́̈̿͒͝Ī̸̮̦̘̿̓̉̀̄̿̇̏͛̀̐͠͝Ā̴̢̛̲̬͌͠L̵̡̘̃͂̂̈́̐͆̄͑̍͒́̚͠ ̵̛̻̦͙̝͈̫̈́̋̽̅͝F̸̡͓̻̺̬̹͍̬͙̖̪̂̐̉̆̈́͛̔̀̎̕͝ͅͅÖ̶̜̜̯̦́̑̋͑͆̉̕R̸͓̳͇̻̾̈́́ ̷̻͉͎̩̗̝̤̰̩̑͂̆͋́̀̕͘͜M̸̨̢͚̣̼̞̯͍̩̼̻͖̫̪̅̔̂̈́̏̊̎̊̋Y̷̗͖̰͔͌̕ ̷̨̢̺͖̯̮͎͎͎̠̙̗̮̉͋̒̓̊͒̉̒̋̅͘͝͝P̷̢̢͉̭̫̳̭͇̫̦̺̥͒̀́͋͐R̸͔̗͓̳͎̥̟̞̤̘̭̈́͛̋͂̿͗̎͊͜͜͝ͅͅĂ̴̡̮̲̘̦̪̺̪̂͊̇͋̄̇̈́̊͌̀̄̚͠C̸̨͉͔̝͇̘̐̀̇̋̐̈̔̃̈̋T̸̯̯̩̉͛̍̈́I̵̧̢̧̨̥̣̩͎̼͎͎̩̥̎̇̈̈͒̎̓̓́̚Ḉ̸͙͕̪͔̯́̈́͌̈́̍̽͆̏̃̑̕͠Ȩ̴̙͔̭̤̰̦͚̟̰͓̟̠̙͐̕
...
When I was but a kid, I was told 'you should never look to seek the same advice twice'. Some cliche about paying attention.. mortal linguistics befoul me. Although this situation was different, I attempted to remain steadfast in my ideals and solutioning.
But I C̴̛̛͚̤̘͖͔̘̰̣̪̙̹̯̪͍̓̈́̿̾̂͂̎̚̚͝Ǎ̶̛̖͙̲̯̘͈̩̖͉̘̝͕͕͋̀̓̆̊̊͊̀̈́̀̈́̕͜V̷̧̢̘̥͙̲̰̮̝̺͈͕͍̭̅̋̽̆̇͗ͅȨ̷̱̻̃D̷̥̳̳̽́.
I began peering into the shadow, into the void, out of the shadow, through the void, outside of the void (crazy place), outside of the shadow.. WAITING for Venus to descend her miraculous insight upon me yet again. I was in a trance for what felt like decades, until it hit me:
Peripheral
It was right next to me when I first got the message. The two non-mortal realms that were beside me in my initial encounter with Venus:
The answer was a combination of the void and shadow.
With this revelation, a little tickling of the shadows desires and the work put into the now beautiful cascade of non-sensical puzzling navigation we have before us, we will attract and ready the best-of-flesh before they fall victim to my domain.
Those that do find themselves strong enough to stumble-upon entry into the Puzobryss will get to experience the trial of their mind breaking under the relentless guise of the Shadow's Eye! All while they second guess their every glance at the ever-nothingness within the void.
H̸̗̙͉̳̭̬̟͚̘̯̰͖͊̅͑͊̿̇́̋̓̕o̵̯͑͘ẃ̶͚͕̅͑ ̵̧̲̱̯͔͍̬̺̯̱͚̻̫̍̕͝F̴̨͍̭͚͕̥̖̾̿̍̽͘͝ͅŲ̷̛̙̟̟͉̳̤͖̰̓̃̐̐̚͝N̵̛̲̽͐́̄̈!̷̛̛̫̃̀̉̽̔̇̽̑̓̚͘
And, if a mortal does manage to make it to the exit, if one even exists, we will offer any piece from my collection of spoils. No strings attached!
More flesh ichor,
stronger flesh ichor,
enchanted flesh ichor.
I'm shivering for such an opportunity of entertainment, and drooling at the chance to collect more media for Biomancy. The brutes really did a number on our reserves as of late..
....
...
..And yes Church, to answer your original question, it was named using a combination of the word's 'Puzzle', 'Obelisk' and 'Abyss'.
S̴̡̧̗͍̟͍̾̅̂̇̃͊̏͗̈́̎̿̕͘͜͝ͅḿ̵̧̼̻̘̺̦̲̒̑͛̆̓̀͆͒̉́̀͘͝͠a̶̡̨̪̰̠̳̪̟͚̼͈͖͇̟̞͗̇́r̸̡͓͍͈̺̲̞̖̥̞̐̒̍͜͝͝ţ̴̯̥̼̮̯͍͚̗͙̰̪̟̰̣́́̈̀̏̍-̶̨̼͚̳̣̰̞̀̌̐͂́́̉̂͗͗̚̚͠͝a̶̞̼̲͈͒̂̒̔͌̔̎̾̓͌͌̚͜s̷͖̙̜̠͐͆̀̌̚̚ͅͅs̶̲̹͎̬̫͉̦̐̌̕ͅ
