*A witch hat with my signature eye on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On the shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff. He has a chef's coat with a black torso and white arms, pinstriped pants, and a cape. The cape is fringed with fluff, and when he opens it it is revealed to be filled with a sky of unblinking eyes.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*A witch hat with my signature eye on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On the shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff. He has a chef's coat with a black torso and white arms, pinstriped pants, and a cape. The cape is fringed with fluff, and when he opens it it is revealed to be filled with a sky of unblinking eyes.*
*Okay, image is coming together in my mind, and from what I can tell from this description it fits you perfectly. Well done, Baalze.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Cool to see this getting more traction again. I should finish making my stat block for Coronet here at some point. I also have another dragon I want to introduce but I have to finish making them.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
My newest character, who you can easily see the intro of, watches the entire thing transpire as they put their blade to their side. They simply and silently watch, the wind chill from before swirling around the both of them as the soothing feeling of warmth washes over him. He waves with an armored hand.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
My newest character, who you can easily see the intro of, watches the entire thing transpire as they put their blade to their side. They simply and silently watch, the wind chill from before swirling around the both of them as the soothing feeling of warmth washes over him. He waves with an armored hand.
The abomination takes notice, feline eyes dilating as he skates and skips over, flapping his cape around like a child pretending to be a superhero. He skids to a halt in front of his fellow newcomer, showing a respect for our physical laws for the first time since the pod landed. He bows deeply, and quickly swipes out one black-gloved hand to take a taste of the knight's blood pooling on the ground before standing back up, chuckling with a low, smooth, soft voice. "Nice to meet you, first friend. Your arrangements are quite well done. A righteous man, perhaps?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
My newest character, who you can easily see the intro of, watches the entire thing transpire as they put their blade to their side. They simply and silently watch, the wind chill from before swirling around the both of them as the soothing feeling of warmth washes over him. He waves with an armored hand.
The abomination takes notice, feline eyes dilating as he skates and skips over, flapping his cape around like a child pretending to be a superhero. He skids to a halt in front of his fellow newcomer, showing a respect for our physical laws for the first time since the pod landed. He bows deeply, and quickly swipes out one black-gloved hand to take a taste of the knight's blood pooling on the ground before standing back up, chuckling with a low, smooth, soft voice. "Nice to meet you, first friend. Your arrangements are quite well done. A righteous man, perhaps?"
He looks down to where the blood rests in a puddle on the ground, mixing with the dirt and making mud as his eyes widen. He chuckles softly from behind his helmet, his voice friendly and charismatic as he looks back up at them, returning the bow out of respect, his voice higher suggesting a younger age despite his appearance "Nice to meet you as well. I am quite happy to take such a compliment, and I wouldn't call myself righteous, though I attempt to be."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The abomination takes notice, feline eyes dilating as he skates and skips over, flapping his cape around like a child pretending to be a superhero. He skids to a halt in front of his fellow newcomer, showing a respect for our physical laws for the first time since the pod landed. He bows deeply, and quickly swipes out one black-gloved hand to take a taste of the knight's blood pooling on the ground before standing back up, chuckling with a low, smooth, soft voice. "Nice to meet you, first friend. Your arrangements are quite well done. A righteous man, perhaps?"
He looks down to where the blood rests in a puddle on the ground, mixing with the dirt and making mud as his eyes widen. He chuckles softly from behind his helmet, his voice friendly and charismatic as he looks back up at them, returning the bow out of respect, his voice higher suggesting a younger age despite his appearance "Nice to meet you as well. I am quite happy to take such a compliment, and I wouldn't call myself righteous, though I attempt to be."
"That's better than most people. Trying is the best we can do sometimes, isn't it?" It flicks its hand, the mud on it disappearing in an instant. "But what do I know, I've only been here for 30-odd seconds. What about you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The abomination takes notice, feline eyes dilating as he skates and skips over, flapping his cape around like a child pretending to be a superhero. He skids to a halt in front of his fellow newcomer, showing a respect for our physical laws for the first time since the pod landed. He bows deeply, and quickly swipes out one black-gloved hand to take a taste of the knight's blood pooling on the ground before standing back up, chuckling with a low, smooth, soft voice. "Nice to meet you, first friend. Your arrangements are quite well done. A righteous man, perhaps?"
He looks down to where the blood rests in a puddle on the ground, mixing with the dirt and making mud as his eyes widen. He chuckles softly from behind his helmet, his voice friendly and charismatic as he looks back up at them, returning the bow out of respect, his voice higher suggesting a younger age despite his appearance "Nice to meet you as well. I am quite happy to take such a compliment, and I wouldn't call myself righteous, though I attempt to be."
"That's better than most people. Trying is the best we can do sometimes, isn't it?" It flicks its hand, the mud on it disappearing in an instant. "But what do I know, I've only been here for 30-odd seconds. What about you?"
"I'd have to say you about as close to spot on as things get. I've only been here not too much longer, and hour at the most." He scoots to the side, giving them space on the rock he's sitting on, looking at the puddle of blood beneath him, slightly concerned.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"That's better than most people. Trying is the best we can do sometimes, isn't it?" It flicks its hand, the mud on it disappearing in an instant. "But what do I know, I've only been here for 30-odd seconds. What about you?"
"I'd have to say you about as close to spot on as things get. I've only been here not too much longer, and hour at the most." He scoots to the side, giving them space on the rock he's sitting on, looking at the puddle of blood beneath him, slightly concerned.
The eldritch being fluffs his cape out and sits down, bouncing his leg a little bit. "My name is Stigmata. Snausage Stigmata. I'm an Aspect of a greater being, and I think that's really cool. What are you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's better than most people. Trying is the best we can do sometimes, isn't it?" It flicks its hand, the mud on it disappearing in an instant. "But what do I know, I've only been here for 30-odd seconds. What about you?"
"I'd have to say you about as close to spot on as things get. I've only been here not too much longer, and hour at the most." He scoots to the side, giving them space on the rock he's sitting on, looking at the puddle of blood beneath him, slightly concerned.
The eldritch being fluffs his cape out and sits down, bouncing his leg a little bit. "My name is Stigmata. Snausage Stigmata. I'm an Aspect of a greater being, and I think that's really cool. What are you?"
"I would call myself a man fighting for justice." He says as he takes off his curved helmet, revealing long silver locks and pointed ears underneath along with a handsome face, "My name is Eithan, nice to meet you, honorable Stigmata."
The eldritch being fluffs his cape out and sits down, bouncing his leg a little bit. "My name is Stigmata. Snausage Stigmata. I'm an Aspect of a greater being, and I think that's really cool. What are you?"
"I would call myself a man fighting for justice." He says as he takes off his curved helmet, revealing long silver locks and pointed ears underneath, "My name is Eithan, nice to meet you, honorable Stigmata."
"Honorable? A powerful adjective, Eithan. I admire your boldness." He conjures an ivory comb and offers it to the knight. "You've got an epic backing track, too."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The eldritch being fluffs his cape out and sits down, bouncing his leg a little bit. "My name is Stigmata. Snausage Stigmata. I'm an Aspect of a greater being, and I think that's really cool. What are you?"
"I would call myself a man fighting for justice." He says as he takes off his curved helmet, revealing long silver locks and pointed ears underneath, "My name is Eithan, nice to meet you, honorable Stigmata."
"Honorable? A powerful adjective, Eithan. I admire your boldness." He conjures an ivory comb and offers it to the knight. "You've got an epic backing track, too."
He takes the comb after examining for a moment with his silver eyes, using it for a moment with a bright smile back at them "Thank you, I do think it quite epic myself, it is the one fault of my humility." He says with a joking chuckle.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Honorable? A powerful adjective, Eithan. I admire your boldness." He conjures an ivory comb and offers it to the knight. "You've got an epic backing track, too."
He takes the comb after examining for a moment with his silver eyes, using it for a moment with a bright smile back at them "Thank you, I do think it quite epic myself, it is the one fault of my humility." He says with a joking chuckle.
"So..." he trails off, wanting to enjoy the moment. After a little bit, he decides to finish his thought. "...I'm here because this is a perfect place for me to manifest. Plenty of Dark Energy being thrown around. Lots of destruction and anarchy. I might need to stay for a while and collect some more before fully leaving The Beach. This dome keeps all the evil inside, hidden and building up until it will eventually burst. I hope no one minds me leeching off it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Hello, friends! It's good to be back in the Dome.)
Ragnaris, having been sleeping soundly in his magma-filled cavern under the Dome, erupts from the earth suddenly and half yawns, half roars. He looks around sleepily, seeing if anything has changed.
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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.
"Honorable? A powerful adjective, Eithan. I admire your boldness." He conjures an ivory comb and offers it to the knight. "You've got an epic backing track, too."
He takes the comb after examining for a moment with his silver eyes, using it for a moment with a bright smile back at them "Thank you, I do think it quite epic myself, it is the one fault of my humility." He says with a joking chuckle.
"So..." he trails off, wanting to enjoy the moment. After a little bit, he decides to finish his thought. "...I'm here because this is a perfect place for me to manifest. Plenty of Dark Energy being thrown around. Lots of destruction and anarchy. I might need to stay for a while and collect some more before fully leaving The Beach. This dome keeps all the evil inside, hidden and building up until it will eventually burst. I hope no one minds me leeching off it."
"Dark energy you say?" For a moment he considers grabbing his blade, but he chooses better of it with the likely gap in power between him and this otherworldly being, smiling at them once more "The less there is in the air, the better I would say, and you staying doesn't sound like it would be a bad thing, though I know little of you from this small interaction we've had so far."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
(Hello, friends! It's good to be back in the Dome.)
Ragnaris, having been sleeping soundly in his magma-filled cavern under the Dome, erupts from the earth suddenly and half yawns, half roars. He looks around sleepily, seeing if anything has changed.
*Hey, Elk! I made a new character and introduced him a bit ago, and even made some art of him! He's based on my persona in the recent cult war, but nowhere near as powerful for obvious reasons.*
*He's just a Star Spawn Emissary for now. I'll come up with stats once I have an idea for what to make them like.*
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*Unfortunate I cannot see the masterpiece.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*A witch hat with my signature eye on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On the shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff. He has a chef's coat with a black torso and white arms, pinstriped pants, and a cape. The cape is fringed with fluff, and when he opens it it is revealed to be filled with a sky of unblinking eyes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, image is coming together in my mind, and from what I can tell from this description it fits you perfectly. Well done, Baalze.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Cool to see this getting more traction again. I should finish making my stat block for Coronet here at some point. I also have another dragon I want to introduce but I have to finish making them.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*I'm just going to use a Star Spawn Emissary for now, replacing its Gibbering Mouthers with Unspeakable Horrors.*
*It's going to be weak as piss compared to your guys, but I don't feel like making a statblock that is the right balance of OP to non-OP right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*And my final use of this intro:*
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
My newest character, who you can easily see the intro of, watches the entire thing transpire as they put their blade to their side. They simply and silently watch, the wind chill from before swirling around the both of them as the soothing feeling of warmth washes over him. He waves with an armored hand.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The abomination takes notice, feline eyes dilating as he skates and skips over, flapping his cape around like a child pretending to be a superhero. He skids to a halt in front of his fellow newcomer, showing a respect for our physical laws for the first time since the pod landed. He bows deeply, and quickly swipes out one black-gloved hand to take a taste of the knight's blood pooling on the ground before standing back up, chuckling with a low, smooth, soft voice. "Nice to meet you, first friend. Your arrangements are quite well done. A righteous man, perhaps?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks down to where the blood rests in a puddle on the ground, mixing with the dirt and making mud as his eyes widen. He chuckles softly from behind his helmet, his voice friendly and charismatic as he looks back up at them, returning the bow out of respect, his voice higher suggesting a younger age despite his appearance "Nice to meet you as well. I am quite happy to take such a compliment, and I wouldn't call myself righteous, though I attempt to be."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That's better than most people. Trying is the best we can do sometimes, isn't it?" It flicks its hand, the mud on it disappearing in an instant. "But what do I know, I've only been here for 30-odd seconds. What about you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'd have to say you about as close to spot on as things get. I've only been here not too much longer, and hour at the most." He scoots to the side, giving them space on the rock he's sitting on, looking at the puddle of blood beneath him, slightly concerned.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The eldritch being fluffs his cape out and sits down, bouncing his leg a little bit. "My name is Stigmata. Snausage Stigmata. I'm an Aspect of a greater being, and I think that's really cool. What are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would call myself a man fighting for justice." He says as he takes off his curved helmet, revealing long silver locks and pointed ears underneath along with a handsome face, "My name is Eithan, nice to meet you, honorable Stigmata."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Honorable? A powerful adjective, Eithan. I admire your boldness." He conjures an ivory comb and offers it to the knight. "You've got an epic backing track, too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the comb after examining for a moment with his silver eyes, using it for a moment with a bright smile back at them "Thank you, I do think it quite epic myself, it is the one fault of my humility." He says with a joking chuckle.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"So..." he trails off, wanting to enjoy the moment. After a little bit, he decides to finish his thought. "...I'm here because this is a perfect place for me to manifest. Plenty of Dark Energy being thrown around. Lots of destruction and anarchy. I might need to stay for a while and collect some more before fully leaving The Beach. This dome keeps all the evil inside, hidden and building up until it will eventually burst. I hope no one minds me leeching off it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Hello, friends! It's good to be back in the Dome.)
Ragnaris, having been sleeping soundly in his magma-filled cavern under the Dome, erupts from the earth suddenly and half yawns, half roars. He looks around sleepily, seeing if anything has changed.
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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"Dark energy you say?" For a moment he considers grabbing his blade, but he chooses better of it with the likely gap in power between him and this otherworldly being, smiling at them once more "The less there is in the air, the better I would say, and you staying doesn't sound like it would be a bad thing, though I know little of you from this small interaction we've had so far."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hey, Elk! I made a new character and introduced him a bit ago, and even made some art of him! He's based on my persona in the recent cult war, but nowhere near as powerful for obvious reasons.*
*He's just a Star Spawn Emissary for now. I'll come up with stats once I have an idea for what to make them like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.