Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Mephilia and Volumdremaak continue to work on their true artifacts.
Visk is walking along, following the sounds of strange mechanical skittering.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls in the Underworld while avoiding the other Wills that are traveling, using it’s small size to hide.
As they do, it starts to rain. As they approach the source of the sound, they begin to hear clanking chains and the sounds of a menagerie of horrible creatures. Suddenly, several spotlights swivel toward them from the source of the noise: a horrible, lumpy, upside-down-teardrop crab/submarine/spider machine, gibbet cages full of monsters dangling down, looking tiny in comparison to the gargantuan construct. "Hark!" Comes an amplified voice from a silhouetted humanoid on top. "What is your business, dragon?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
"That's great." He shoots one of her servants, killing them instantly, their head exploding into a mist.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
"That's great." He shoots one of her servants, killing them instantly, their head exploding into a mist.
“YOU DARE?!?! YOU DARE TO HARM THEM?!!!” Savut pulls out her lance and charges forward, about to attack, looking positively murderous, but stops herself at the last moment. She slowly moves back onto her tail, coiling up. She glowers at him. “If this is some twisted attempt to get a rise out of me, you’re less of a person than I thought you were.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mephilia and Volumdremaak continue to work on their true artifacts.
Visk is walking along, following the sounds of strange mechanical skittering.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls in the Underworld while avoiding the other Wills that are traveling, using it’s small size to hide.
As they do, it starts to rain. As they approach the source of the sound, they begin to hear clanking chains and the sounds of a menagerie of horrible creatures. Suddenly, several spotlights swivel toward them from the source of the noise: a horrible, lumpy, upside-down-teardrop crab/submarine/spider machine, gibbet cages full of monsters dangling down, looking tiny in comparison to the gargantuan construct. "Hark!" Comes an amplified voice from a silhouetted humanoid on top. "What is your business, dragon?"
“Oh, my apologies my good man. I heard a strange commotion and couldn’t help but want to take a peek at things.” Visk says warmly his his elder sounding voice. Flowers bloom around him as the music that always accompanied him seems to be matching the tempo of the machinery.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mephilia and Volumdremaak continue to work on their true artifacts.
Visk is walking along, following the sounds of strange mechanical skittering.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls in the Underworld while avoiding the other Wills that are traveling, using it’s small size to hide.
As they do, it starts to rain. As they approach the source of the sound, they begin to hear clanking chains and the sounds of a menagerie of horrible creatures. Suddenly, several spotlights swivel toward them from the source of the noise: a horrible, lumpy, upside-down-teardrop crab/submarine/spider machine, gibbet cages full of monsters dangling down, looking tiny in comparison to the gargantuan construct. "Hark!" Comes an amplified voice from a silhouetted humanoid on top. "What is your business, dragon?"
“Oh, my apologies my good man. I heard a strange commotion and couldn’t help but want to take a peek at things.” Visk says warmly his his elder sounding voice. Flowers bloom around him as the music that always accompanied him seems to be matching the tempo of the machinery.
"Well, that's refreshing. The last person I met just wanted to destroy everything around them. What about you?" The machine settles down in almost a bow. "What is your plan? For this world, and those who rightfully inhabit it... and those who do not." The man points to one of the cages, holding a lesser demon of hatred.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
"That's great." He shoots one of her servants, killing them instantly, their head exploding into a mist.
“YOU DARE?!?! YOU DARE TO HARM THEM?!!!” Savut pulls out her lance and charges forward, about to attack, looking positively murderous, but stops herself at the last moment. She slowly moves back onto her tail, coiling up. She glowers at him. “If this is some twisted attempt to get a rise out of me, you’re less of a person than I thought you were.”
"I was never a person at all. I try to protect mortals and stay out of conflict but it never works, so I'm done playing nice, if I cant have peace, I will have war." He walks up to her and looks her in the eyes, his eyes cold, empty of remorse or love "I see you thought a bit more highly of me, but the person I am is not the person I was, goodbye Savut." He begins to walk away, holstering the gun.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Mephilia and Volumdremaak continue to work on their true artifacts.
Visk is walking along, following the sounds of strange mechanical skittering.
Xezithic, controlling Zeon, is collecting souls in the Underworld while avoiding the other Wills that are traveling, using it’s small size to hide.
As they do, it starts to rain. As they approach the source of the sound, they begin to hear clanking chains and the sounds of a menagerie of horrible creatures. Suddenly, several spotlights swivel toward them from the source of the noise: a horrible, lumpy, upside-down-teardrop crab/submarine/spider machine, gibbet cages full of monsters dangling down, looking tiny in comparison to the gargantuan construct. "Hark!" Comes an amplified voice from a silhouetted humanoid on top. "What is your business, dragon?"
“Oh, my apologies my good man. I heard a strange commotion and couldn’t help but want to take a peek at things.” Visk says warmly his his elder sounding voice. Flowers bloom around him as the music that always accompanied him seems to be matching the tempo of the machinery.
"Well, that's refreshing. The last person I met just wanted to destroy everything around them. What about you?" The machine settles down in almost a bow. "What is your plan? For this world, and those who rightfully inhabit it... and those who do not." The man points to one of the cages, holding a lesser demon of hatred.
“Oh, well I just hope I can provide the resources necessary for the mortals of this world to revel in the celebrations and ceremonies of life, from its begin to its end and everything in between. What about you good sir? What purpose do you strive for, what accomplishment do you wish to achieve that may be celebrated when you reach those milestones.?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Savut is issuing orders to her soldiers, her skin now bearing odd barklike patches and most of her hibiscus flowers wilted.
She feels the wards around the city of Order shatter to pieces, and Happy Chaos’s rage filled aura flood the city, and he’s coming her way.
“Oh my. Seems as though we have a visitor.” Savut teleports to the edge of the new river, a poisonous green aura surrounding her.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in an infinite rage.
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
"That's great." He shoots one of her servants, killing them instantly, their head exploding into a mist.
“YOU DARE?!?! YOU DARE TO HARM THEM?!!!” Savut pulls out her lance and charges forward, about to attack, looking positively murderous, but stops herself at the last moment. She slowly moves back onto her tail, coiling up. She glowers at him. “If this is some twisted attempt to get a rise out of me, you’re less of a person than I thought you were.”
"I was never a person at all. I try to protect mortals and stay out of conflict but it never works, so I'm done playing nice, if I cant have peace, I will have war." He walks up to her and looks her in the eyes, his eyes cold, empty of remorse or love "I see you thought a bit more highly of me, but the person I am is not the person I was, goodbye Savut." He begins to walk away, holstering the gun.
“Good riddance.” She mutters, whirling around and heading back to the Tower. The malisons follow her, a bit shaken up.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, that's refreshing. The last person I met just wanted to destroy everything around them. What about you?" The machine settles down in almost a bow. "What is your plan? For this world, and those who rightfully inhabit it... and those who do not." The man points to one of the cages, holding a lesser demon of hatred.
“Oh, well I just hope I can provide the resources necessary for the mortals of this world to revel in the celebrations and ceremonies of life, from its begin to its end and everything in between. What about you good sir? What purpose do you strive for, what accomplishment do you wish to achieve that may be celebrated when you reach those milestones.?”
"Heh. A reveler. Never expected that of a dragon." He leans against the railing, his dark eyes gleaming slightly from the light refracted by the rain. "But I digress. I hope to give mortals the ability to withstand the tidal waves the Wills throw at them. The freedom to live as they wish without anxiety. The future may be bleak, but it doesn't have to remain that way. I am Barbeau, the Demon of Peace, Forge, and Water. I am not, however, a Demon of Mercy. While I wish only to bring comfort, first I must bring a sword."
The cage he pointed to before is dropped, killing the demon inside as it crashes violently to the ground.
"In time, even the gods shall be within my reach."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, that's refreshing. The last person I met just wanted to destroy everything around them. What about you?" The machine settles down in almost a bow. "What is your plan? For this world, and those who rightfully inhabit it... and those who do not." The man points to one of the cages, holding a lesser demon of hatred.
“Oh, well I just hope I can provide the resources necessary for the mortals of this world to revel in the celebrations and ceremonies of life, from its begin to its end and everything in between. What about you good sir? What purpose do you strive for, what accomplishment do you wish to achieve that may be celebrated when you reach those milestones.?”
"Heh. A reveler. Never expected that of a dragon." He leans against the railing, his dark eyes gleaming slightly from the light refracted by the rain. "But I digress. I hope to give mortals the ability to withstand the tidal waves the Wills throw at them. The freedom to live as they wish without anxiety. The future may be bleak, but it doesn't have to remain that way. I am Barbeau, the Demon of Peace, Forge, and Water. I am not, however, a Demon of Mercy. While I wish only to bring comfort, first I must bring a sword."
The cage he pointed to before is dropped, killing the demon inside as it crashes violently to the ground.
"In time, even the gods shall be within my reach."
“Ah, I see. Well I hope I don’t get in the way of your goal then, I think it is a noble one even if I myself am not prone to taking a violent approach. But as a Will of the Wilds, I understand the harsh necessity of it all. Your machine is quite the marvel though, I must say.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Heh. A reveler. Never expected that of a dragon." He leans against the railing, his dark eyes gleaming slightly from the light refracted by the rain. "But I digress. I hope to give mortals the ability to withstand the tidal waves the Wills throw at them. The freedom to live as they wish without anxiety. The future may be bleak, but it doesn't have to remain that way. I am Barbeau, the Demon of Peace, Forge, and Water. I am not, however, a Demon of Mercy. While I wish only to bring comfort, first I must bring a sword."
The cage he pointed to before is dropped, killing the demon inside as it crashes violently to the ground.
"In time, even the gods shall be within my reach."
“Ah, I see. Well I hope I don’t get in the way of your goal then, I think it is a noble one even if I myself am not prone to taking a violent approach. But as a Will of the Wilds, I understand the harsh necessity of it all. Your machine is quite the marvel though, I must say.”
"It was designed to be a sanctuary. A place for those displaced. Initially, it was simply a hotel, but it needed some upgrades for this new age. I hear all sorts of stories, echoing through my halls. You are one of them. The Jovial Drake. I assumed you were a mere legend, something imaginary to keep the people sane in this hell. I am pleased to meet you, and overjoyed that you find my goals tolerable. Perhaps we can be friends when this all blows over." His crackling voice lacks any emotion beyond a very faint pompous annoyance. It might just be RBV, but this person could also just be a jerk.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*not much now.*
*mythos shenanigans?*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Okay, so I've just seen a very generous donation. It's Faltros's turn, is it not?*
*yep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"SAVUT! I'VE COME TO BARGAIN! EITHER THAT OR YOU DIE!" Happy Chaos's aura takes a physical form, a tidalnwave consuming everything in a infinite rage.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Savut smirks at him. “And what is that deal you’re offering?” Savotra rally beside the Lady, but don’t move forward. They are waiting for her sign.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs, "Stay out of this war, you can keep the city, just stay out of the rest of the war." He unholsters his revolver "Or I could..." He makes a shooting motion.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
As they do, it starts to rain. As they approach the source of the sound, they begin to hear clanking chains and the sounds of a menagerie of horrible creatures. Suddenly, several spotlights swivel toward them from the source of the noise: a horrible, lumpy, upside-down-teardrop crab/submarine/spider machine, gibbet cages full of monsters dangling down, looking tiny in comparison to the gargantuan construct. "Hark!" Comes an amplified voice from a silhouetted humanoid on top. "What is your business, dragon?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That was already my objective. I have no desire to serve or aid in a pointless battle over worthless ideals. Altruism is a tool, and it is currently useless to me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's great." He shoots one of her servants, killing them instantly, their head exploding into a mist.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“YOU DARE?!?! YOU DARE TO HARM THEM?!!!” Savut pulls out her lance and charges forward, about to attack, looking positively murderous, but stops herself at the last moment. She slowly moves back onto her tail, coiling up. She glowers at him. “If this is some twisted attempt to get a rise out of me, you’re less of a person than I thought you were.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, my apologies my good man. I heard a strange commotion and couldn’t help but want to take a peek at things.” Visk says warmly his his elder sounding voice. Flowers bloom around him as the music that always accompanied him seems to be matching the tempo of the machinery.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Well, that's refreshing. The last person I met just wanted to destroy everything around them. What about you?" The machine settles down in almost a bow. "What is your plan? For this world, and those who rightfully inhabit it... and those who do not." The man points to one of the cages, holding a lesser demon of hatred.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I was never a person at all. I try to protect mortals and stay out of conflict but it never works, so I'm done playing nice, if I cant have peace, I will have war." He walks up to her and looks her in the eyes, his eyes cold, empty of remorse or love "I see you thought a bit more highly of me, but the person I am is not the person I was, goodbye Savut." He begins to walk away, holstering the gun.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh, well I just hope I can provide the resources necessary for the mortals of this world to revel in the celebrations and ceremonies of life, from its begin to its end and everything in between. What about you good sir? What purpose do you strive for, what accomplishment do you wish to achieve that may be celebrated when you reach those milestones.?”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Arsendir sends a telepathic message to Savut.
what just happened?…
He hears a sound thunder through the city "I'M STILL COMING FOR YOU ARSENDIR!"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Good riddance.” She mutters, whirling around and heading back to the Tower. The malisons follow her, a bit shaken up.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh. A reveler. Never expected that of a dragon." He leans against the railing, his dark eyes gleaming slightly from the light refracted by the rain. "But I digress. I hope to give mortals the ability to withstand the tidal waves the Wills throw at them. The freedom to live as they wish without anxiety. The future may be bleak, but it doesn't have to remain that way. I am Barbeau, the Demon of Peace, Forge, and Water. I am not, however, a Demon of Mercy. While I wish only to bring comfort, first I must bring a sword."
The cage he pointed to before is dropped, killing the demon inside as it crashes violently to the ground.
"In time, even the gods shall be within my reach."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah, I see. Well I hope I don’t get in the way of your goal then, I think it is a noble one even if I myself am not prone to taking a violent approach. But as a Will of the Wilds, I understand the harsh necessity of it all. Your machine is quite the marvel though, I must say.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"It was designed to be a sanctuary. A place for those displaced. Initially, it was simply a hotel, but it needed some upgrades for this new age. I hear all sorts of stories, echoing through my halls. You are one of them. The Jovial Drake. I assumed you were a mere legend, something imaginary to keep the people sane in this hell. I am pleased to meet you, and overjoyed that you find my goals tolerable. Perhaps we can be friends when this all blows over." His crackling voice lacks any emotion beyond a very faint pompous annoyance. It might just be RBV, but this person could also just be a jerk.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.