Fabrut walks in, "What is all this about freeing you?"
"I'm in debt to a devil"
fabrut looks shocked and horrified, "No, this can not be true! I can not be here."
"are you in trouble with the devils?"
"No! I am the very opposite of such creatures! Me being here is putting ALL the planes at risk!
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Fine, but I must tell you in secret.."
Fabrut can hear the scritching sound of a pen on paper, almost supernaturally amplified in his ear. The Scrivener is writing.
"Can you not!"
*If you don't like this character, I will stop, I don't want to be annoying. But if not...*
There is no response from the Scrivener, he just continues on with his task.
A drunk Ternikus spills flaming ale he stole from Red Raven on the Scrivener’s book.
The flaming ale seems to be absorbed by the letters of the page which temporarily glow gold in the process. The Scrivener shoots him a withering glare.
Fabrut walks in, "What is all this about freeing you?"
"I'm in debt to a devil"
fabrut looks shocked and horrified, "No, this can not be true! I can not be here."
"are you in trouble with the devils?"
"No! I am the very opposite of such creatures! Me being here is putting ALL the planes at risk!
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Fine, but I must tell you in secret.."
Fabrut can hear the scritching sound of a pen on paper, almost supernaturally amplified in his ear. The Scrivener is writing.
"Can you not!"
*If you don't like this character, I will stop, I don't want to be annoying. But if not...*
There is no response from the Scrivener, he just continues on with his task.
*Oh, It's not annoying, Fabrut anger is not at all mine*
"I understand, you believe I could be a threat to these people, but I ask you, why would an artist want to hurt?
*Thanks. Just wanted to make sure.*
"It is nothing personal, it is just my job. The Rulers of the Celestial planes sent me down to record what you do and say. Gods have a history of wreaking havoc amongst the lesserfolk, and they wanted to make sure they could hold you accountable for your actions." He says all this without ever letting his pen leave the page.
Fabrut walks in, "What is all this about freeing you?"
"I'm in debt to a devil"
fabrut looks shocked and horrified, "No, this can not be true! I can not be here."
"are you in trouble with the devils?"
"No! I am the very opposite of such creatures! Me being here is putting ALL the planes at risk!
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Fine, but I must tell you in secret.."
Fabrut can hear the scritching sound of a pen on paper, almost supernaturally amplified in his ear. The Scrivener is writing.
"Can you not!"
*If you don't like this character, I will stop, I don't want to be annoying. But if not...*
There is no response from the Scrivener, he just continues on with his task.
A drunk Ternikus spills flaming ale he stole from Red Raven on the Scrivener’s book.
The flaming ale seems to be absorbed by the letters of the page which temporarily glow gold in the process. The Scrivener shoots him a withering glare.
Ternikus simply looks at home and yells, “HOW MUCH FOR THE DEVIL HORN?” He than takes a devil horn out of his pocket.
"It is nothing personal, it is just my job. The Rulers of the Celestial planes sent me down to record what you do and say. Gods have a history of wreaking havoc amongst the lesserfolk, and they wanted to make sure they could hold you accountable for your actions.
"I never wished to hurt them, art was made to inspire."
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I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragonsensei!I am the inventor!I am thetrickster!I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
*The secret is that he's a god, OOC everyone knows that, but in character no-one knows.*
*ok*
Echo's eyes widen
"Yes, I know it's shocking. I wish we could still be friends, but devils, your debt....me interacting with you could tear the universe apart!
"How could it?"
"Let's just say a devil's child boasted about there art skills, so I challenged them to an art contest, I won and the called me a fake god, shouted insults and did stuff like that. I cursed them to never pick up a paintbrush, now all devils hate me.
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I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragonsensei!I am the inventor!I am thetrickster!I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
"It is nothing personal, it is just my job. The Rulers of the Celestial planes sent me down to record what you do and say. Gods have a history of wreaking havoc amongst the lesserfolk, and they wanted to make sure they could hold you accountable for your actions.
"I never wished to hurt them, art was made to inspire."
"Then inspire away and I will write the records of your generosity, you will go down in history as a being more mighty than a muse and all artists will call out to you for aid in their craft. But, if you let your celestial nature obscure your vision and you destroy or harm those the gods protect, then you will be tried in the celestial courts, and the pages will be your downfall."
Fabrut walks in, "What is all this about freeing you?"
"I'm in debt to a devil"
fabrut looks shocked and horrified, "No, this can not be true! I can not be here."
"are you in trouble with the devils?"
"No! I am the very opposite of such creatures! Me being here is putting ALL the planes at risk!
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Fine, but I must tell you in secret.."
Fabrut can hear the scritching sound of a pen on paper, almost supernaturally amplified in his ear. The Scrivener is writing.
"Can you not!"
*If you don't like this character, I will stop, I don't want to be annoying. But if not...*
There is no response from the Scrivener, he just continues on with his task.
A drunk Ternikus spills flaming ale he stole from Red Raven on the Scrivener’s book.
The flaming ale seems to be absorbed by the letters of the page which temporarily glow gold in the process. The Scrivener shoots him a withering glare.
Ternikus simply looks at home and yells, “HOW MUCH FOR THE DEVIL HORN?” He than takes a devil horn out of his pocket.
"Get that fiendish artifact away from my presence!" the Scrivener commands.
"What brings you here?"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Fabrut walks in, "What is all this about freeing you?"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
fabrut looks shocked and horrified, "No, this can not be true! I can not be here."
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
"No! I am the very opposite of such creatures! Me being here is putting ALL the planes at risk!
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
"Fine, but I must tell you in secret.."
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Fabrut can hear the scritching sound of a pen on paper, almost supernaturally amplified in his ear. The Scrivener is writing.
"Can you not!"
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
*If you don't like this character, I will stop, I don't want to be annoying. But if not...*
There is no response from the Scrivener, he just continues on with his task.
A drunk Ternikus spills flaming ale he stole from Red Raven on the Scrivener’s book.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Oh, It's not annoying, Fabrut anger is not at all mine*
"I understand, you believe I could be a threat to these people, but I ask you, why would an artist want to hurt?
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*The secret is that he's a god, OOC everyone knows that, but in character no-one knows.*
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
The flaming ale seems to be absorbed by the letters of the page which temporarily glow gold in the process. The Scrivener shoots him a withering glare.
*Thanks. Just wanted to make sure.*
"It is nothing personal, it is just my job. The Rulers of the Celestial planes sent me down to record what you do and say. Gods have a history of wreaking havoc amongst the lesserfolk, and they wanted to make sure they could hold you accountable for your actions." He says all this without ever letting his pen leave the page.
"Yes, I know it's shocking. I wish we could still be friends, but devils, your debt....me interacting with you could tear the universe apart!
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
Ternikus simply looks at home and yells, “HOW MUCH FOR THE DEVIL HORN?” He than takes a devil horn out of his pocket.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I never wished to hurt them, art was made to inspire."
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
"Let's just say a devil's child boasted about there art skills, so I challenged them to an art contest, I won and the called me a fake god, shouted insults and did stuff like that. I cursed them to never pick up a paintbrush, now all devils hate me.
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!
"Then inspire away and I will write the records of your generosity, you will go down in history as a being more mighty than a muse and all artists will call out to you for aid in their craft. But, if you let your celestial nature obscure your vision and you destroy or harm those the gods protect, then you will be tried in the celestial courts, and the pages will be your downfall."
"Get that fiendish artifact away from my presence!" the Scrivener commands.
*I just want to say that the Scrivener is an amazing character.*
I am the Master of Kobolds, tiny dragon sensei! I am the inventor! I am the trickster! I am the kobold nerd! I also like haikus!
I am the maker of The Cult of Mythology Nerds!
Extended Signature! secret link!, extra secret link!