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Hell yeahfollowing
lemme try rqHold, i just realized something, Orospina have a golden skeleton, gold, weights a lot, one of her attacks is she dashing around the arena nigh-instantenously...
wonder if we can find the Kinetic Energy of her dashing around?
Speaking of Orospina, what do yall think so far?![]()
Homie890/Orospina, Lady Embroiderer
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Bro finally learned how to put spaces between words
Why?Also add <poem></poem> around her quotes lol.
GUREaTO DaZE!Hello
My knowledge of the game comes from Finishing the 1st game including DLCs.
That's possibleHm.
i noticed something.
It's pretty much implied that Orospina was inside the cocoon that PO drops down on Palace of the Embroiderers.
However, the cocoon is not completely destroyed like it would because of fall damage, but instead, it's split cleanly in half, most likely because she used her rapier to cut the cocoon in half.
So. Stupid question:
Would Orospina cleaving her cocoon, which did this hole due to gravity, and the cocoon wasn't utterly destroyed, a feat. Or nah and im tweaking![]()
Ooooh....That's possible
Messed up a couple of times, but it's doneAlso do you know how to like, put this thread on the Blasphemous verse page![]()
Shii...What's the best prayer to equip against Isidora?
Thanks dudeMessed up a couple of times, but it's done
Zarabanda of the Safe Haven is useful against her homing fireballs, which she spams during the second stage of her battle.What's the best prayer to equip against Isidora?
Me.I've also added a link to the fandom page
Who is working on weapons profiles ?
- Mea Culpa
- Ruelgo Al Alba
- Sarmiento & Centella
- Veredicto
Penitent One, who comes into our presence.
Bringing guilt to the most sacred of places, to the most forbidden of temples.
Breaking all laws and thus desecrating his Holiness himself.
We are the High Wills.
For there is no miracle that does not stem from our desire.
That is not our reflection.
That is not our Word.
The Word that was first made flesh and then sanctified.
Penitent One, does not the pale, still light of this vast horizon hurt your eyes?
Of this procession, more ancient than us, that extends out before you without end nor beginning?
Of this brotherhood of grieving souls, held captive by their own condemnation and benediction?
This is the Path of the Ancient Processions. The Kingdom that the Miracle wove from threads of dreams.
A domain where faith would unite in one single, uninterrupted act of adoration.
That would give us light and time.
That would make us eternal.
And higher-reaching than the sky itself.
You have come to this place to atone for your sins, to put an end to this Work.
It is the price to pay for the ultimate blasphemy.
Destroying our flesh that once was Word and now is but silence.
Making us cast down our eyes, leaving the Miracle bereft.
And so the last of our wills is your eternal condemnation.
In life and in death, in hunger and in thirst, in sleep and in wakefulness.
Buried under layers of ash, the ash of your flesh, bones and sinew.
Execrated in visage. Forgotten in name. For ever and ever.
There is no penance that can exonerate this Sin.
You have found my eyes…
Now I can see that this terrible place, this prison of what I am and have been for so very long…
Penitent One, listen carefully.
In the most fervent souls, in the most devout hearts lives the seed that lulls the consciousness and controls the will:
They are the links of invisible chains that hail from remote, sacred and forbidden places.
From where the High Wills dwell.
I am going to give you that which I have been protecting since I was banished from the Dream.
Here, take it. This is the True Heart of your guilty blade.
With this heart you will awaken the true guilt of your sword, enabling you to pierce the hearts shrouded by the Miracle’s veil.
Cast off the chains from the soul whose profession of faith, engraved on her helmet, is the truest, most righteous and unwavering of all.
The soul of Crisanta of the Wrapped Agony.
And in this way, you will inflict the greatest of all wounds upon her. The wound to the soul.
The greatest… of all wounds…
The Blessed lord of Salty Shores claims to have been worshiped as a saint by the surrounding people entombed in salt. However, his feats were false, and he used salt to hand out blessings that lacked any real meaning. The Miracle sentenced him and those who worshipped him to be trapped as statues of salt in this dream realm. The only way for him to escape this fate is to bless items and turn them into relics.
That i remember nope.1-A Blasphemous
I remember that multiple characters refer to Cvstodia as just a dream:
The High Wills
The Fourth Visage(The Traitor)
Blessed Lord of Salty Shores
Is there similar statments from the second game?