"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
She laughs a Crone’s laugh, echoing throughout the room. “we both know if I wanted your grandson to be in danger, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, my dear Ragnaris.”
"Maybe not, but I am still able to try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think our business is done here." Ragnaris stands up abruptly. He moves the chair back to its original place, and snaps his fingers, disposing of the discarded tea cups and the floating platter. In a not-so-sincere show of respect, he bows to the Archcrone, then turns away, opening the door to the hut.
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
She laughs a Crone’s laugh, echoing throughout the room. “we both know if I wanted your grandson to be in danger, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, my dear Ragnaris.”
"Maybe not, but I am still able to try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think our business is done here." Ragnaris stands up abruptly. He moves the chair back to its original place, and snaps his fingers, disposing of the discarded tea cups and the floating platter. In a not-so-sincere show of respect, he bows to the Archcrone, then turns away, opening the door to the hut.
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
He transforms back into his dragon form, muttering to himself, "That is better." He then goes to lay down in a corner of the Dome, thinking about his conversation with the Archcrone and what she could possibly want from Ragnerious.
(They fight like a married couple that ended on semi-good terms. It's pretty funny to imagine stuff like this happenin' most of the time.)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
She laughs a Crone’s laugh, echoing throughout the room. “we both know if I wanted your grandson to be in danger, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, my dear Ragnaris.”
"Maybe not, but I am still able to try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think our business is done here." Ragnaris stands up abruptly. He moves the chair back to its original place, and snaps his fingers, disposing of the discarded tea cups and the floating platter. In a not-so-sincere show of respect, he bows to the Archcrone, then turns away, opening the door to the hut.
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
He transforms back into his dragon form, muttering to himself, "That is better." He then goes to lay down in a corner of the Dome, thinking about his conversation with the Archcrone and what she could possibly want from Ragnerious.
(They fight like a married couple that ended on semi-good terms. It's pretty funny to imagine stuff like this happenin' most of the time.)
*lol, yeah. I wonder how awkward the holidays must be…*
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
She laughs a Crone’s laugh, echoing throughout the room. “we both know if I wanted your grandson to be in danger, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, my dear Ragnaris.”
"Maybe not, but I am still able to try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think our business is done here." Ragnaris stands up abruptly. He moves the chair back to its original place, and snaps his fingers, disposing of the discarded tea cups and the floating platter. In a not-so-sincere show of respect, he bows to the Archcrone, then turns away, opening the door to the hut.
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
He transforms back into his dragon form, muttering to himself, "That is better." He then goes to lay down in a corner of the Dome, thinking about his conversation with the Archcrone and what she could possibly want from Ragnerious.
(They fight like a married couple that ended on semi-good terms. It's pretty funny to imagine stuff like this happenin' most of the time.)
*lol, yeah. I wonder how awkward the holidays must be…*
(I bet it reminds him of arguing with his wife, though their fights were probably more playful. While we're on the topic of the Archcrone and Ragnaris' wife, what were the exact things he gave up for his power? I know one was his ability to love, which makes sense, as I'd like to think that he stumbled into the Feywild and made his deal when he was still relatively young but still old enough to have lived a couple decades with his wife before she died.)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am fine.", Ragnaris says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "Yes, I have a grandson. His name is Ragnerious. I do not think I ever told you, but I assume that you already know his parents are dead, along with the details as to how they died?" Ragnaris' hand glows with magical energy, and he pulls a spare chair towards him, which he then sits down in.
“But of course, my dear. Now, I’d love to have a chat with this Ragnerious myself. Tell me, what does he know about me?”
"I would not assume much, except for the knowledge of my pact with you." Ragnaris snaps his fingers, summoning two teacups, a kettle full of tea, a small vial of sugar, and two spoons, all resting on a platter floating midair. He pours himself a cup of tea, and uses his spoon to put a bit of sugar in it, stirring it around. "Tea?", he asks the Archcrone.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear!” The kettle pours itself into her teacup, but instead of tea, it pours the Archcrone a brimming cup of spiders. She adds a bit of sugar, stirring hers.
”now, about Ragnerious. I’d loooove to have a chat with him, so,” she sips her cup of spiders, looking out the window. “Don’t go looking for him.” She adds a bit more sugar to her cup of spiders.
Ragnaris, not fazed by the spiders, sips his tea. "What are you wishing to talk with him about?"
“That.” She takes another sip of the spiders. ”is not of your concern.”
Ragnaris scowls, setting his tea down gently. "I know you, Archcrone. You do not wish to speak with people unless you want something from them. I feel I have a right to know what you want to speak to my grandson about."
She sets down her tea as well.
”I was gracious enough to give you a warning of my presence, dear. That’s all you’re going to get.”
Ragnaris' scaled brow begins to furrow, and his scales start to glow red like coals, heat rippling off his body. "Very well. But I assure you, I will not hesitate to step in if he requires my protection."
She laughs a Crone’s laugh, echoing throughout the room. “we both know if I wanted your grandson to be in danger, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, my dear Ragnaris.”
"Maybe not, but I am still able to try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think our business is done here." Ragnaris stands up abruptly. He moves the chair back to its original place, and snaps his fingers, disposing of the discarded tea cups and the floating platter. In a not-so-sincere show of respect, he bows to the Archcrone, then turns away, opening the door to the hut.
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
He transforms back into his dragon form, muttering to himself, "That is better." He then goes to lay down in a corner of the Dome, thinking about his conversation with the Archcrone and what she could possibly want from Ragnerious.
(They fight like a married couple that ended on semi-good terms. It's pretty funny to imagine stuff like this happenin' most of the time.)
*lol, yeah. I wonder how awkward the holidays must be…*
(I bet it reminds him of arguing with his wife, though their fights were probably more playful. While we're on the topic of the Archcrone and Ragnaris' wife, what were the exact things he gave up for his power? I know one was his ability to love, which makes sense, as I'd like to think that he stumbled into the Feywild and made his deal when he was still relatively young but still old enough to have lived a couple decades with his wife before she died.)
*hmm. I’ll have to think about this, but I think I’ll do that in the morning.*
Niccoli screams at the top of his lungs, a shrill sound. Dark magic gathers around him and he yells words of arcane power. Make A DC 31 wisdom saving throw. On a failure, Ragnerious is automatically hit by attacks for the next minute.
He keeps his arms crossed, simply shaking his head, disappointedly. He chooses to fail the save, sighing softly as he goes into a rage “Do you really think you can hurt me when things haven’t worked when I’m not dodging? You can’t kill me, trust me.”
He backs away a bit, and casting another few spells, he does the following:
casts invulnerability on himself.
summons two dark fists, each the size of Rag. they grab onto him, and Rag finds himself unable to dodge their attacks. They try and literally tear them apart. Make a DC 31 con save. On a failure, you take damage equal to half your hp maximum. On a success, you take 100 damage.
Con save:42
He walks over to them, picking them up again and heading towards the entrance to dome “You know, you should learn to be nicer to people who can throw you back to wherever you’re from. Now which direction would that be?” He politely asks. Grapple:38
“Let me go!” make the save again, same effect.
Con save:47
They can tell it has little effect on Rag, it tears on some muscles and skin, but he continues to walk “How about you learn some manners first? Did your parents teach you to respect those who could destroy you with ease?”
“My parents thought my interest in necromancy was horrific, so they tried burning my spellbooks. I killed them.” Another save.
*how much health does Ragnerious have?*
*Over 700, so he’s gonna be fine. Con save:48*
“Firstly, you don’t kill your parents, that’s bad, secondly you are allowed to have passions. Necromancy is an interesting topic, now let me teach you something. Show people respect.” He holds up a single finger to their head, flicking them. To hit:38 Damage:23+10
It hits, and his skull is rattled, though he doesn’t seem very phased. “oh please. I am an ARCHLICH! You cannot be telling me that I need to be respectful. And- chronologically, I’m probably older than you are!” He sends another death ray right at his face. 148
He blinks at the blast of his flesh begins to rot off. He grabs the rotting flesh, and pulls it off his own face before healing it “I didn’t tell you to respect your elders, I told you to respect those who could destroy you. I’m not going to fight someone a quarter my size who can’t actually hurt me.” He continues to cast healing spells on himself, and drinking a superior healing potion.
“GAH! Why won’t you diiiiieeeee?” He whines, pathetically trying to kick at Ragnerious.
“Because, I am a mortal whose body has been forced into a state of near absolute strength. Killing me is pretty difficult.” He chuckles, letting them kick him.
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!”
*anyone care to bully lonely or be bullied by Abaddon?*
(Maybe later, Archie. It's like 1:30 in the mornin' where I am right now, and I'm busy readin' Marcy's Journal.)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*anyone care to bully lonely or be bullied by Abaddon?*
(Maybe later, Archie. It's like 1:30 in the mornin' where I am right now, and I'm busy readin' Marcy's Journal.)
*that’s fair. Good night!*
(Nighty night!)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
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!”
*I have returned from doing some stuff, and sure, I’d be down*
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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!”
He finds himself back in the dome.
(I like to imagine the Archcrone does this a lot. By that I mean, being semi threatening to Ragnaris for whatever reason, and they get into a ‘fight,’ for a bit before the Archcrone does something unexpected, like that mysterious package she said she’d send Ragnaris is literally a birthday cake, or other fun stuff like that. She has a bit of a sense of humor)
He transforms back into his dragon form, muttering to himself, "That is better." He then goes to lay down in a corner of the Dome, thinking about his conversation with the Archcrone and what she could possibly want from Ragnerious.
(They fight like a married couple that ended on semi-good terms. It's pretty funny to imagine stuff like this happenin' most of the time.)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
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*lol, yeah. I wonder how awkward the holidays must be…*
(I bet it reminds him of arguing with his wife, though their fights were probably more playful. While we're on the topic of the Archcrone and Ragnaris' wife, what were the exact things he gave up for his power? I know one was his ability to love, which makes sense, as I'd like to think that he stumbled into the Feywild and made his deal when he was still relatively young but still old enough to have lived a couple decades with his wife before she died.)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*hmm. I’ll have to think about this, but I think I’ll do that in the morning.*
“Because, I am a mortal whose body has been forced into a state of near absolute strength. Killing me is pretty difficult.” He chuckles, letting them kick him.
https://imgur.com/a/sUyYd9f
*Boink if anyone wants to rp.*
*Sure. You could with Kenpachi?*
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!”
*Why not, I have hangin’ with Kenny.*
*anyone care to bully lonely or be bullied by Abaddon?*
(Maybe later, Archie. It's like 1:30 in the mornin' where I am right now, and I'm busy readin' Marcy's Journal.)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*that’s fair. Good night!*
(Nighty night!)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*I feel like all of my characters bully Abaddon and are friends with Lonely, it’s weird.*
*boo!*
*Hola*
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!”
*wanna fight?*
*and also maybe bully Lonely?*
*I have returned from doing some stuff, and sure, I’d be down*
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!”
*alright! Let’s do this!*
uh I have a lot of characters who can fight, including Alacreus, Abaddon, Aeolus, et cetera.
and Lonely is reading a book, sitting on a rock in the middle of the dome.