A zombified wizard, wearing tattered, rag-like robes, is locked in a cell. His spell book and arcane focus have been confiscated, so he can only cast cantrips. He seems to have failed at becoming a lich.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"Just because I'm a tad angry I was locked in a cell for trying to expose truths doesn't mean I shouldn't be acknowledged! It would just make the situation worse!"
*Ok, now I ACTUALLY gtg*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A zombified wizard, wearing tattered, rag-like robes, is locked in a cell. His spell book and arcane focus have been confiscated, so he can only cast cantrips. He seems to have failed at becoming a lich.
He feels something wet drip on him from the ceiling. Another droplet splatters on the concrete cell floor.
He sneers at you, “No, I don’t, and there ain’t nothing here that’s honest or uncorrupted. I know just how bad it is. Ain’t much I can do with the garbage they give me to cook. Haven’t had real ingredients in a long time.”
A zombified wizard, wearing tattered, rag-like robes, is locked in a cell. His spell book and arcane focus have been confiscated, so he can only cast cantrips. He seems to have failed at becoming a lich.
He feels something wet drip on him from the ceiling. Another droplet splatters on the concrete cell floor.
He looks at it, pokes it, and then ignores it.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
A zombified wizard, wearing tattered, rag-like robes, is locked in a cell. His spell book and arcane focus have been confiscated, so he can only cast cantrips. He seems to have failed at becoming a lich.
He feels something wet drip on him from the ceiling. Another droplet splatters on the concrete cell floor.
He looks at it, pokes it, and then ignores it.
It is watery, and warm, and black as pitch. The dripping becomes a steady drizzling, black, salty rain pouring down from somewhere above you.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
He sneers at you, “No, I don’t, and there ain’t nothing here that’s honest or uncorrupted. I know just how bad it is. Ain’t much I can do with the garbage they give me to cook. Haven’t had real ingredients in a long time.”
"Fair. And it is bad. And no matter how much you attempt to frighten me or creep me out, I work with shadows, and I have seen much worse than angry cooks in my days."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
The fence is barbed wire, and as soon as you touch it, you get electrocuted. Sirens start wailing, and a robotic voice starts repeating, “ LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! I REPEAT, LOCKDOWN! ATTEMPTED ESCAPE!”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
He sneers at you, “No, I don’t, and there ain’t nothing here that’s honest or uncorrupted. I know just how bad it is. Ain’t much I can do with the garbage they give me to cook. Haven’t had real ingredients in a long time.”
"Fair. And it is bad. And no matter how much you attempt to frighten me or creep me out, I work with shadows, and I have seen much worse than angry cooks in my days."
"This angry cook handles yer meals every day, so I'd watch yer tongue." He growls, "And there are shadows here that are darker than ya've ever seen."
Frolgan the failed lich is in the rec room, trying (and failing) to cast disguise self.
“Ah, tough luck. The prison gives out magic restrictors.” Evan says, watching him. “Also flight restrictors. Pretty annoying.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A zombified wizard, wearing tattered, rag-like robes, is locked in a cell. His spell book and arcane focus have been confiscated, so he can only cast cantrips. He seems to have failed at becoming a lich.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Just because I'm a tad angry I was locked in a cell for trying to expose truths doesn't mean I shouldn't be acknowledged! It would just make the situation worse!"
*Ok, now I ACTUALLY gtg*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He feels something wet drip on him from the ceiling. Another droplet splatters on the concrete cell floor.
Barrow Woods is in the cafeteria. He has declined food and is sitting there, wondering what to do.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
He hears jingling bells behind him.
He turns around.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
The hulking form of the cook leers at him from above. “Ya ain’t hungry?” He snarls, “Don’t ya like my cooking?”
He keeps himself together. "Do you want my honest and uncorrupted opinion on your cooking?"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
He sneers at you, “No, I don’t, and there ain’t nothing here that’s honest or uncorrupted. I know just how bad it is. Ain’t much I can do with the garbage they give me to cook. Haven’t had real ingredients in a long time.”
He looks at it, pokes it, and then ignores it.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
It is watery, and warm, and black as pitch. The dripping becomes a steady drizzling, black, salty rain pouring down from somewhere above you.
*will the guard be taking Erin to the Warden's tower or do I need to make more trouble?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
More trouble…. And nobody gets to see the warden.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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*fine*
Erin twists away from the guard and starts climbing the fence in a fast route to escape
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Fair. And it is bad. And no matter how much you attempt to frighten me or creep me out, I work with shadows, and I have seen much worse than angry cooks in my days."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
The fence is barbed wire, and as soon as you touch it, you get electrocuted. Sirens start wailing, and a robotic voice starts repeating, “ LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! I REPEAT, LOCKDOWN! ATTEMPTED ESCAPE!”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Frolgan the failed lich is in the rec room, trying (and failing) to cast disguise self.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"This angry cook handles yer meals every day, so I'd watch yer tongue." He growls, "And there are shadows here that are darker than ya've ever seen."
“Ah, tough luck. The prison gives out magic restrictors.” Evan says, watching him. “Also flight restrictors. Pretty annoying.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Everyone hears the lockdown message.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!