Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
*Can I be a reincarnation of Set, egyptian god of storms and chaos, provided it hasn't already been taken?*
*all good*
(Set? Cool! He's one of my favorite Egyptian gods.)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
The gleam in his eyes glows brighter, and his mouth opens slightly to reveal a sly smile.
"Okay then. Know anybody else who does?"
“Nope, but I’m sure some people here do have it. I don’t really talk much, you never know how many times you’ve met me. Always changing.”
"That's alright, I'll find out who has it soon enough. Anyways, how long have you been here for?"
“Three years.”
"Dang, man. I've only been here a week. They came in the middle of the night and took me outta my house. I wonder if my mom knows I'm here..."
“I guarantee you she doesn’t. Probably thinks you’re dead.” He realizes that what he says was harsh. “Sorry. But that’s brutal reality for you.”
A tear as dark as ink rolls down his face, then he shuts his eyes. He walks back to the room he came out of, shutting the door as he enters. Suddenly, loud crashing noises come from inside the room, and the door and walls surrounding it begin to sprout large cracks. As quick as it began, the crashing stops.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
“Because that’s usually a polite thing to do? People have actually gotten madder than you did if I didn’t ask.” He remains chill.
The gleam in his eyes glows brighter, and his mouth opens slightly to reveal a sly smile.
"Okay then. Know anybody else who does?"
“Nope, but I’m sure some people here do have it. I don’t really talk much, you never know how many times you’ve met me. Always changing.”
"That's alright, I'll find out who has it soon enough. Anyways, how long have you been here for?"
“Three years.”
"Dang, man. I've only been here a week. They came in the middle of the night and took me outta my house. I wonder if my mom knows I'm here..."
“I guarantee you she doesn’t. Probably thinks you’re dead.” He realizes that what he says was harsh. “Sorry. But that’s brutal reality for you.”
A tear as dark as ink rolls down his face, then he shuts his eyes. He walks back to the room he came out of, shutting the door as he enters. Suddenly, loud crashing noises come from inside the room, and the door and walls surrounding it begin to sprout large cracks. As quick as it began, the crashing stops.
*Can I be a reincarnation of Set, egyptian god of storms and chaos, provided it hasn't already been taken?*
*all good*
(Set? Cool! He's one of my favorite Egyptian gods.)
*same he's one of the best in the Ennead in my opinion*
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Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
“Because that’s usually a polite thing to do? People have actually gotten madder than you did if I didn’t ask.” He remains chill.
“Oh… uh… well, uhm… I just need a place to hide this needle.” He takes the golden needle back from his pocket.
”probably sounds kinda crazy, sounds crazy to me too, but somehow this needle is tied to my life. Something to do with why I’m here, I’m guessing, but don’t know much about this place. Don’t know what happens if it breaks, but I’ve learned I can hide it places and that helps it not, well, break.”
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
“Because that’s usually a polite thing to do? People have actually gotten madder than you did if I didn’t ask.” He remains chill.
“Oh… uh… well, uhm… I just need a place to hide this needle.” He takes the golden needle back from his pocket.
”probably sounds kinda crazy, sounds crazy to me too, but somehow this needle is tied to my life. Something to do with why I’m here, I’m guessing, but don’t know much about this place. Don’t know what happens if it breaks, but I’ve learned I can hide it places and that helps it not, well, break.”
“Huh. That sounds weird, but it’s pretty common around these parts.”
William, quite scared at this point, is sitting alone in a corner of the common room. He takes a small, fragile looking golden threading needle out of his pocket and starts fidgeting with it.
Leaf is watching. Because he starts all interactions that way.
William notices him and freaks out, putting the needle back in his pocket. He then pretends that nothing ever happened, starting to whistle and act causal.
“Hi there! What’s so bad about knitting? I like to knit and nobody makes fun of me for it. Wellll nobody knows I knit. But I’m sure they wouldn’t if they knew!”
“OH GOD- uhm… nothing is wrong with knitting… I guess? Never really tried it…”
“Why do you have a needle, then?”
“That… isn’t very important. Does anyone around here have an egg? Or some other similar object large enough to hold in your hand? For uh… no reason.”
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
“Because that’s usually a polite thing to do? People have actually gotten madder than you did if I didn’t ask.” He remains chill.
“Oh… uh… well, uhm… I just need a place to hide this needle.” He takes the golden needle back from his pocket.
”probably sounds kinda crazy, sounds crazy to me too, but somehow this needle is tied to my life. Something to do with why I’m here, I’m guessing, but don’t know much about this place. Don’t know what happens if it breaks, but I’ve learned I can hide it places and that helps it not, well, break.”
“Huh. That sounds weird, but it’s pretty common around these parts.”
“Really? Okay, could ya please tell me some more about what this place even is?”
*completely forgot it was my turn* he goes for two strikes with the staff, the first one handed and the second two handed Attack: 29 Damage: 9 Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Both strikes hit and he rushes forward. He makes two strikes of his own followed by a palm strike. To hit: 292621 Damage: 12117
All 3 hit
his headband flashes “Not yet. Don’t lose control.” As he makes two two handed blows Attack: 21 Damage: 8 Attack: 27 Damage: 10
Both strike hit again and he winces, he mutter something before making two strikes into a high kick. To hit: 212024 Damage:9116
all hit
He does a low sweep into a manji kick (that’s actually a real thing) Attack: 22 Damage: 9 Attack: 28 Damage: 10 then his eyes flare red and he snarls before yelling as his tail snaps up as his hair does the same. He has unleashed the wrath of Sun WuKong
All hit. He sees that he’s going all out and do so himself. He begins glowing a blinding gold and power rolls off of him.A blur of attacks fire off, two staff strike into four punches across his chest. To hit:281111272111 Damage: 13127776 Bonus damage: 36106
1st 2nd and 3rd hit
he two hands the staff, glowing with radiant energy Attack: 19 Damage: 10 if hit add 6 radiant damage and make an int save if fail waste your reaction. He then swings it down with pure violence 25 if hit take 13 plus 14 damage as the staff shatters over your head
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Shadow, in shadow form, slinks out from under the door to his room and heads toward the gym.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
:)
Give me time to craft a good character, ill intro in a second
Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“I guarantee you she doesn’t. Probably thinks you’re dead.” He realizes that what he says was harsh. “Sorry. But that’s brutal reality for you.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
(Set? Cool! He's one of my favorite Egyptian gods.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“No? But I don’t talk to people much. Why?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Im back now.*
“Again, definitely not important. WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? Huh?” He yells, then promptly tries to hide his anger and rampant suspicion.
(yeah he’s super paranoid, trait he inherited from his old self)
A tear as dark as ink rolls down his face, then he shuts his eyes. He walks back to the room he came out of, shutting the door as he enters. Suddenly, loud crashing noises come from inside the room, and the door and walls surrounding it begin to sprout large cracks. As quick as it began, the crashing stops.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“Because that’s usually a polite thing to do? People have actually gotten madder than you did if I didn’t ask.” He remains chill.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I’m sorry…”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*same he's one of the best in the Ennead in my opinion*
Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“Oh… uh… well, uhm… I just need a place to hide this needle.” He takes the golden needle back from his pocket.
”probably sounds kinda crazy, sounds crazy to me too, but somehow this needle is tied to my life. Something to do with why I’m here, I’m guessing, but don’t know much about this place. Don’t know what happens if it breaks, but I’ve learned I can hide it places and that helps it not, well, break.”
"same!" Ash strokes Jayi's tails again "so soft..."
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
“Huh. That sounds weird, but it’s pretty common around these parts.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Really? Okay, could ya please tell me some more about what this place even is?”
*Cut with Arch.*
”They keep people here. Mostly reborn mythological figures, but there are some exceptions. They keep secrets, so I don’t know much.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
1st 2nd and 3rd hit
he two hands the staff, glowing with radiant energy Attack: 19 Damage: 10 if hit add 6 radiant damage and make an int save if fail waste your reaction. He then swings it down with pure violence 25 if hit take 13 plus 14 damage as the staff shatters over your head
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“… does that mean I’m…”
Shadow, in shadow form, slinks out from under the door to his room and heads toward the gym.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“Possibly.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“How comforting… uh, well, what about you then?…”