Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
Ragnaris chuckles at Lonely’s statement, then says out loud, "Hello, Alacreus. I would to race you. It will give me a chance to stretch my wings some more." He then turns to Lonely and says "Would you like to hop on my back so you can stay close to Alacreus?"
“Oh-… sure. You’re… racing Alacreus?…” they chuckle. “Good luck.” Alacreus barks excitedly. Running around in circles.
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
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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!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
He sighs “The gold is no issue, but that many souls with that value?”
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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!”
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
Ragnaris chuckles at Lonely’s statement, then says out loud, "Hello, Alacreus. I would to race you. It will give me a chance to stretch my wings some more." He then turns to Lonely and says "Would you like to hop on my back so you can stay close to Alacreus?"
“Oh-… sure. You’re… racing Alacreus?…” they chuckle. “Good luck.” Alacreus barks excitedly. Running around in circles.
Ragnaris bends his head down, resting it on the ground so that it comes to its lowest possible point, then causes a few large, flat stones to levitate next to it, forming a floating staircase leading to the top of his head. Once Lonely climbs up, he rises to his full height, saying to Lonely "Hold on." before flaring his wings in preparation for flight.
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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.
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
He sighs “The gold is no issue, but that many souls with that value?”
He chuckles with glee. “Indeed! So, what will it be?”
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
Ragnaris chuckles at Lonely’s statement, then says out loud, "Hello, Alacreus. I would to race you. It will give me a chance to stretch my wings some more." He then turns to Lonely and says "Would you like to hop on my back so you can stay close to Alacreus?"
“Oh-… sure. You’re… racing Alacreus?…” they chuckle. “Good luck.” Alacreus barks excitedly. Running around in circles.
Ragnaris bends his head down, resting it on the ground so that it comes to its lowest possible point, then causes a few large, flat stones to levitate next to it, forming a floating staircase leading to the top of his head. Once Lonely climbs up, he rises to his full height, saying to Lonely "Hold on." before flaring his wings in preparation for flight.
“Okay!” They say, holding on tight to one of his horns or spines. Alacreus is ready to race when Ragnaris is.
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
He sighs “The gold is no issue, but that many souls with that value?”
He chuckles with glee. “Indeed! So, what will it be?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He gets up from his seat. “If you see mutilated corpses that bear a striking resemblance to some of your employees, no you didn’t.”
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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!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
He sighs “The gold is no issue, but that many souls with that value?”
He chuckles with glee. “Indeed! So, what will it be?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He gets up from his seat. “If you see mutilated corpses that bear a striking resemblance to some of your employees, no you didn’t.”
”sir, that is in fact a crime. Secondly… how did you get into my office in the first place?“ the door magically locks itself.
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
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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.
“Hey, I never said that I killed anyone. And you don’t need to know how I got here.”
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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!”
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
“Hey, I never said that I killed anyone. And you don’t need to know how I got here.”
“Yes, I do. Tell me now, please,”
“No. Now are you holding me hostage, or are you going to let me go?”
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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!”
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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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.
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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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.
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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*I’m not gonna be very active for an hour or two, but I’ll try to respond when I can, sorry!*
lonely chuckles. “Alacreus hasn’t ever lost a race, I don’t think. He was in my backyard one day, and my siblings let me keep him.”
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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*I’m not gonna be very active for an hour or two, but I’ll try to respond when I can, sorry!*
lonely chuckles. “Alacreus hasn’t ever lost a race, I don’t think. He was in my backyard one day, and my siblings let me keep him.”
(It's alright.)
"Interesting. Did they know about his power? Because from my extensive knowledge, no normal dog should be able to move this fast." Ragnaris spreads his wings to their full length and begins to glide as he passes through the edge of the Dome and out into the world beyond. He also zooms in his vision and looks to the ground below, trying to keep track of Alacreus.
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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."
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
(Boink)
*I’m not gonna be very active for an hour or two, but I’ll try to respond when I can, sorry!*
lonely chuckles. “Alacreus hasn’t ever lost a race, I don’t think. He was in my backyard one day, and my siblings let me keep him.”
(It's alright.)
"Interesting. Did they know about his power? Because from my extensive knowledge, no normal dog should be able to move this fast." Ragnaris spreads his wings to their full length and begins to glide as he passes through the edge of the Dome and out into the world beyond. He also zooms in his vision and looks to the ground below, trying to keep track of Alacreus.
At this point, Alacreus is nearly half a mile ahead of Ragnaris. “Of course. They didn’t care that much, heh. Alacreus isn’t a normal dog.”
Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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*I’m not gonna be very active for an hour or two, but I’ll try to respond when I can, sorry!*
lonely chuckles. “Alacreus hasn’t ever lost a race, I don’t think. He was in my backyard one day, and my siblings let me keep him.”
(It's alright.)
"Interesting. Did they know about his power? Because from my extensive knowledge, no normal dog should be able to move this fast." Ragnaris spreads his wings to their full length and begins to glide as he passes through the edge of the Dome and out into the world beyond. He also zooms in his vision and looks to the ground below, trying to keep track of Alacreus.
At this point, Alacreus is nearly half a mile ahead of Ragnaris. “Of course. They didn’t care that much, heh. Alacreus isn’t a normal dog.”
"I assumed the fact that he is not a normal dog, but thank you for the definitive answer. And why did your siblings not care? This is quite the unusual occurrence." Ragnaris flaps faster, straining his wings to attempt to keep within at least a quarter mile of Alacreus.
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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.
“Oh-… sure. You’re… racing Alacreus?…” they chuckle. “Good luck.” Alacreus barks excitedly. Running around in circles.
He laughs “Pay you say? I’m one of the richest people in the universe. My vault is full of artifacts that can turn economies upside down in an instant. How much are we talking?”
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!”
“Hmm…” he looks down to her file, running calculations.
”eight million gold pieces… and three hundred and twenty two evil souls each of approximately the same worth as one standard Ice Devil.”
He sighs “The gold is no issue, but that many souls with that value?”
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!”
Ragnaris bends his head down, resting it on the ground so that it comes to its lowest possible point, then causes a few large, flat stones to levitate next to it, forming a floating staircase leading to the top of his head. Once Lonely climbs up, he rises to his full height, saying to Lonely "Hold on." before flaring his wings in preparation for flight.
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.
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He chuckles with glee. “Indeed! So, what will it be?”
“Okay!” They say, holding on tight to one of his horns or spines. Alacreus is ready to race when Ragnaris is.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He gets up from his seat. “If you see mutilated corpses that bear a striking resemblance to some of your employees, no you didn’t.”
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!”
”sir, that is in fact a crime. Secondly… how did you get into my office in the first place?“ the door magically locks itself.
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Ragnaris crouches down low, digging his claws into the ground. Lonely feels his body begin to freeze in place as Ragnaris casts a spell to keep him safe from the shock of takeoff. He looks at Alacreus and says "Ready... Go!" Even with the spell, Lonely still almost falls off when Ragnaris pushes his wings down with the force of several thousand air elementals, launching himself hundreds of feet into the air.
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.
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*Cut with Arch*
“Hey, I never said that I killed anyone. And you don’t need to know how I got here.”
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!”
Alacreus bursts off on the ground after Ragnaris, running at a speed just slightly faster than Ragnaris is flying.
“Yes, I do. Tell me now, please,”
“No. Now are you holding me hostage, or are you going to let me go?”
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!”
Ragnaris flaps his wings as fast as he can, causing a sound like thunder to sound throught the Dome. He begins to bank in the direction on the Dome's edge, intending to take the race outside. Due to the howling wind, Ragnaris uses his mind to communicate with Lonely. "I expected Alacreus to be fast just from him asking to race a dragon of my size, but this is unprecedented. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
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.
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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.
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*I’m not gonna be very active for an hour or two, but I’ll try to respond when I can, sorry!*
lonely chuckles. “Alacreus hasn’t ever lost a race, I don’t think. He was in my backyard one day, and my siblings let me keep him.”
(It's alright.)
"Interesting. Did they know about his power? Because from my extensive knowledge, no normal dog should be able to move this fast." Ragnaris spreads his wings to their full length and begins to glide as he passes through the edge of the Dome and out into the world beyond. He also zooms in his vision and looks to the ground below, trying to keep track of Alacreus.
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."
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At this point, Alacreus is nearly half a mile ahead of Ragnaris. “Of course. They didn’t care that much, heh. Alacreus isn’t a normal dog.”
"I assumed the fact that he is not a normal dog, but thank you for the definitive answer. And why did your siblings not care? This is quite the unusual occurrence." Ragnaris flaps faster, straining his wings to attempt to keep within at least a quarter mile of Alacreus.
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.
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