Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
He nods slowly "He.... Will likely do something... The tiefling part is similar to experiences hes had... Lets just hope whatever he does doesnt lead him to Void"
"What do you mean? Is it related to that phrase that he says?"
"It means I hope he survives. That he doesnt meet the peace and dark at the end of life yet. What phrase did he say?"
"I think it was "May the light be void in your absence.""
"Ah, there are a few variations of that phrase, but yes, they are related phrases. Void is a common theme in many of our sayings."
"Why?"
"Im not fully sure. Im working on finding out. What I do know is Void is a being, one of great power and of the peaceful and safe darknsafe" Ink and Zal swap
*"Return, Zal! Go, Ink!"*
"Almost like a god?"
"Almost, but not quite." *Ink takes a yawn to the face*
"Because the gods hate you?"
"Partially. Hes part of a small group thats just... Different. They arent celestial beings"
"But they're almost as powerful as a god?"
"Around equal, yes. Why do you ask"
"I might know of a being like that in my world."
"Who would that be?"
"He's called the Shadow King."
"What do you know about them?"
"The Shadow King is the ruler of all undead in my world. He's existed for as long as all life has. One of his aspects is a black dragon named Aellerix."
"Hm... Interesting. What do you mean by aspect? A manifestation?" Ink begins falling asleep, and the Shade is forming
"He has three different forms, which all exist separately at the same time."
"Hm... Interesting... Void has many forms. Though, theyre more like pieces, from what Ive heard." He stares towards the shade
"Is that one of them."
He nods "Correct. An idiot jerk here called it a Shade" it begins floating over
"What do to you call it?"
"Me and a friend have just called it what it is, Void." The music slowly starts, and it slowly draws its blade
"Why is it drawing its sword?"
"This is normal for it. It seeks to consume light. Its safe inside, but if you want me to stop it anyways, I can ask it"
"Please do."
"Roshe kalimo, nakune te shaa." It slowly puts the sword away, but keeps floating over, the music intensifying "Speak to it"
"Hello."
(GREETINGS. LIGHT. MUCH LIGHT.)
(What do you mean?)
(YOU. LIGHT. LIFELIGHT.)
(Lifelight?)
It nods *SSBU* (LIGHT OF LIFE. LIVING LIGHT. HAVE MUCH.)
(KNOW MUCH. YOU COMPREHEND LITTLE. LIMITED. VESSEL TELL)
"What's a soul vessel?"
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
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Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
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Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
“It’s communal. I share it. It’s still an armoury.” Obadiah tilts his head a little. “How do you feel about plane shifts?”
*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
“It’s communal. I share it. It’s still an armoury.” Obadiah tilts his head a little. “How do you feel about plane shifts?”
"As a form of tranportation? I use it on a daily basis."
*I made an edit to my other post before I saw this check it out*
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
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Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
“It’s communal. I share it. It’s still an armoury.” Obadiah tilts his head a little. “How do you feel about plane shifts?”
"As a form of tranportation? I use it on a daily basis."
“Good.” Obadiah casts plane shift to take them to Vedsa.
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
"How?"
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Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
zya walks in
"and mine. mine is extremely well equipped. so.... how ya doing solanar?"
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
“It’s communal. I share it. It’s still an armoury.” Obadiah tilts his head a little. “How do you feel about plane shifts?”
"As a form of tranportation? I use it on a daily basis."
“Good.” Obadiah casts plane shift to take them to Vedsa.
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*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
*Mine think I’m Titivilus.*
*Mine think I'm human.*
*Mine think I'm a black pudding.*
*You are.*
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*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
"How?"
"Im not fully sure. I can just.... Twist them. Manipulate them, in ways... Id show you, but Im currently out"
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“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Gravedigger walks downstairs
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
He nods "Because I am one."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
Extended Sig
"What does that mean?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
“It’s communal. I share it. It’s still an armoury.” Obadiah tilts his head a little. “How do you feel about plane shifts?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Mine think I'm a black pudding.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*…*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"As a form of tranportation? I use it on a daily basis."
*I made an edit to my other post before I saw this check it out*
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
Extended Sig
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*He was omnipotent.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
“Good.” Obadiah casts plane shift to take them to Vedsa.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"How?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
zya walks in
"and mine. mine is extremely well equipped. so.... how ya doing solanar?"
N/A
*I made an edit to my having doubts about armory post check it out please*
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
Extended Sig
*You are.*
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Nah, I'm a psychic gray ooze. I have some sentience.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Im not fully sure. I can just.... Twist them. Manipulate them, in ways... Id show you, but Im currently out"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)