(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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
"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."
"Well, that's why humanoids talk, isn't it? To learn about each other, about the world... I can learn a lot from the flavors of Dark Energy. The whole multiverse is pretty cruel, isn't it? Bad things happen to seemingly innocent people at seemingly random. Not mad enough to be fair to the weak, not orderly enough to punish the abusive. I don't like it." He pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them.
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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.
"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."
"Well, that's why humanoids talk, isn't it? To learn about each other, about the world... I can learn a lot from the flavors of Dark Energy. The whole multiverse is pretty cruel, isn't it? Bad things happen to seemingly innocent people at seemingly random. Not mad enough to be fair to the weak, not orderly enough to punish the abusive. I don't like it." He pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them.
He raises an eyebrow for a moment as he listens to them speak before beginning to nod along with their wisdom "All places find a way to be cruel, if utopia existed, it would be a place free of life. Stains of darkness cover everywhere in the world, and finding where they hide themselves and purging at least a fraction of that evil has been my life's goal for as long as I've been fighting." He taps his feet, blood squelching underneath.
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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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
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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.
(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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
He looks down to the puddle of blood that is trembling, reflecting to show Ragnaris's approach as well. He looks up to them, giving a friendly smile and a wave, his eye idly twitching.
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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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
He looks down to the puddle of blood that is trembling, reflecting to show Ragnaris's approach as well. He looks up to them, giving a friendly smile and a wave, his eye idly twitching.
Ragnaris stops his approach long enough to sniff the area around the person, exercising caution so as to not blindly stumble into a dangerous situation.
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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.
"Well, that's why humanoids talk, isn't it? To learn about each other, about the world... I can learn a lot from the flavors of Dark Energy. The whole multiverse is pretty cruel, isn't it? Bad things happen to seemingly innocent people at seemingly random. Not mad enough to be fair to the weak, not orderly enough to punish the abusive. I don't like it." He pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them.
He raises an eyebrow for a moment as he listens to them speak before beginning to nod along with their wisdom "All places find a way to be cruel, if utopia existed, it would be a place free of life. Stains of darkness cover everywhere in the world, and finding where they hide themselves and purging at least a fraction of that evil has been my life's goal for as long as I've been fighting." He taps his feet, blood squelching underneath.
"Hmmm... evil doesn't like to be purged. How do you do that?" He looks down to Eithan's feet. He slowly leans sideways and places his head in Eithan's lap.
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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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
He looks down to the puddle of blood that is trembling, reflecting to show Ragnaris's approach as well. He looks up to them, giving a friendly smile and a wave, his eye idly twitching.
Ragnaris stops his approach long enough to sniff the area around the person, exercising caution so as to not blindly stumble into a dangerous situation.
The man is powerful, lots of magic coming off of him and his armor, but from what they can tell, he isn't the type to attack anyone without reason.
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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.'
"Well, that's why humanoids talk, isn't it? To learn about each other, about the world... I can learn a lot from the flavors of Dark Energy. The whole multiverse is pretty cruel, isn't it? Bad things happen to seemingly innocent people at seemingly random. Not mad enough to be fair to the weak, not orderly enough to punish the abusive. I don't like it." He pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them.
He raises an eyebrow for a moment as he listens to them speak before beginning to nod along with their wisdom "All places find a way to be cruel, if utopia existed, it would be a place free of life. Stains of darkness cover everywhere in the world, and finding where they hide themselves and purging at least a fraction of that evil has been my life's goal for as long as I've been fighting." He taps his feet, blood squelching underneath.
"Hmmm... evil doesn't like to be purged. How do you do that?" He looks down to Eithan's feet. He slowly leans sideways and places his head in Eithan's lap.
He seems surprised for a moment, though he doesn't stop them, simply laughing "I stop those who spread it, if I cannot convince someone to change their ways, I stop the spread. That's all that I can do."
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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.
*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
He looks down to the puddle of blood that is trembling, reflecting to show Ragnaris's approach as well. He looks up to them, giving a friendly smile and a wave, his eye idly twitching.
Ragnaris stops his approach long enough to sniff the area around the person, exercising caution so as to not blindly stumble into a dangerous situation.
The man is powerful, lots of magic coming off of him and his armor, but from what they can tell, he isn't the type to attack anyone without reason.
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
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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 continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
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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.'
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
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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.
"Hmmm... evil doesn't like to be purged. How do you do that?" He looks down to Eithan's feet. He slowly leans sideways and places his head in Eithan's lap.
He seems surprised for a moment, though he doesn't stop them, simply laughing "I stop those who spread it, if I cannot convince someone to change their ways, I stop the spread. That's all that I can do."
He chuckles in response, a soft and slightly derisive noise. "Evil is a weed. Unless you rip up the roots, it'll come back, and most likely spread. My job is to... compete. Consume those roots of evil, and then take their place. But I can only take in Moral Evil. Natural Evil is beyond my power to control without... well, I would just be changing its form instead of deleting it entirely. In essence, I'm not a god."
Eithan can tell by the Stigmata's eyes that he's smiling. "I'm pest control."
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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.
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
"Hmmm... evil doesn't like to be purged. How do you do that?" He looks down to Eithan's feet. He slowly leans sideways and places his head in Eithan's lap.
He seems surprised for a moment, though he doesn't stop them, simply laughing "I stop those who spread it, if I cannot convince someone to change their ways, I stop the spread. That's all that I can do."
He chuckles in response, a soft and slightly derisive noise. "Evil is a weed. Unless you rip up the roots, it'll come back, and most likely spread. My job is to... compete. Consume those roots of evil, and then take their place. But I can only take in Moral Evil. Natural Evil is beyond my power to control without... well, I would just be changing its form instead of deleting it entirely. In essence, I'm not a god."
Eithan can tell by the Stigmata's eyes that he's smiling. "I'm pest control."
"That I can believe, though I haven't met many out of the ordinary, something tells me you are far more than that. An extraordinary being, truly. I'd rather you take the evil that exist in the world, rather than the evil that already exists be maintained. I am no true hero, as I cannot rip up those roots from which the weeds grow, all I can do is delay the inevitable for as long as I draw breath." He says with a bit of a sad tone, hiding something before shaking his head, his smile returning bright as before.
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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.'
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
"My name is Ragnaris. I'll not bore you by reciting my full title, as you seem to already know of my importance." Despite being so high up, Ragnaris can clearly see the shards of glass sticking through Eithan's boots, causing his brow to wrinkle. "You seem to have many a piece of glass stuck through your boots. Do you realize this?"
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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 continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
"My name is Ragnaris. I'll not bore you by reciting my full title, as you seem to already know of my importance." Despite being so high up, Ragnaris can clearly see the shards of glass sticking through Eithan's boots, causing his brow to wrinkle. "You seem to have many a piece of glass stuck through your boots. Do you realize this?"
His eyes widen with realization as he looks down and sees the blood that puddles underneath. He takes off his armored boots, even more blood spilling out as he begins to meticulously remove the glass shards with dexterous hands, muttering angrily to himself about it, as if this has happened before.
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
"My name is Ragnaris. I'll not bore you by reciting my full title, as you seem to already know of my importance." Despite being so high up, Ragnaris can clearly see the shards of glass sticking through Eithan's boots, causing his brow to wrinkle. "You seem to have many a piece of glass stuck through your boots. Do you realize this?"
His eyes widen with realization as he looks down and sees the blood that puddles underneath. He takes off his armored boots, even more blood spilling out as he begins to meticulously remove the glass shards with dexterous hands, muttering angrily to himself about it, as if this has happened before.
Ragnaris mutters under his breath, causing any pieces of glass he has yet to have to gotten to pluck themselves out of his flesh, which begins to close and heal afterwards.
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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.
He chuckles in response, a soft and slightly derisive noise. "Evil is a weed. Unless you rip up the roots, it'll come back, and most likely spread. My job is to... compete. Consume those roots of evil, and then take their place. But I can only take in Moral Evil. Natural Evil is beyond my power to control without... well, I would just be changing its form instead of deleting it entirely. In essence, I'm not a god."
Eithan can tell by the Stigmata's eyes that he's smiling. "I'm pest control."
"That I can believe, though I haven't met many out of the ordinary, something tells me you are far more than that. An extraordinary being, truly. I'd rather you take the evil that exist in the world, rather than the evil that already exists be maintained. I am no true hero, as I cannot rip up those roots from which the weeds grow, all I can do is delay the inevitable for as long as I draw breath." He says with a bit of a sad tone, hiding something before shaking his head, his smile returning bright as before.
Stigmata sits up. "You are mortal, and you are bleeding. Is that what worries 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.
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
"I would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
"My name is Ragnaris. I'll not bore you by reciting my full title, as you seem to already know of my importance." Despite being so high up, Ragnaris can clearly see the shards of glass sticking through Eithan's boots, causing his brow to wrinkle. "You seem to have many a piece of glass stuck through your boots. Do you realize this?"
His eyes widen with realization as he looks down and sees the blood that puddles underneath. He takes off his armored boots, even more blood spilling out as he begins to meticulously remove the glass shards with dexterous hands, muttering angrily to himself about it, as if this has happened before.
Ragnaris mutters under his breath, causing any pieces of glass he has yet to have to gotten to pluck themselves out of his flesh, which begins to close and heal afterwards.
He looks up at them as his flesh begins to heal, cleaning up any glass still inside his boots, and shifting the place he’s sitting as so no more blood trenches his shoes or fills his feet, “Thank you, what may I call you? Mr, or lord?”
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*Wassup big man? Been worried 'bout you.*
There is someone new, looking different from the regular new arrivals, the nobodies who end up getting themselves killed, rather, sitting on a rock, his boots resting in a puddle of blood, is a handsome half elf man with silver hair and a friendly smile, sharpening a matching silver blade. (Introed him earlier.)
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.)
"Well, that's why humanoids talk, isn't it? To learn about each other, about the world... I can learn a lot from the flavors of Dark Energy. The whole multiverse is pretty cruel, isn't it? Bad things happen to seemingly innocent people at seemingly random. Not mad enough to be fair to the weak, not orderly enough to punish the abusive. I don't like it." He pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He raises an eyebrow for a moment as he listens to them speak before beginning to nod along with their wisdom "All places find a way to be cruel, if utopia existed, it would be a place free of life. Stains of darkness cover everywhere in the world, and finding where they hide themselves and purging at least a fraction of that evil has been my life's goal for as long as I've been fighting." He taps his feet, blood squelching underneath.
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.)
Ragnaris tilts his large head slightly to the side in interest, and begins to walk over to the man, his booming steps easily alerting him to the greatwyrm’s approach.
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 looks down to the puddle of blood that is trembling, reflecting to show Ragnaris's approach as well. He looks up to them, giving a friendly smile and a wave, his eye idly twitching.
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.)
Ragnaris stops his approach long enough to sniff the area around the person, exercising caution so as to not blindly stumble into a dangerous situation.
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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"Hmmm... evil doesn't like to be purged. How do you do that?" He looks down to Eithan's feet. He slowly leans sideways and places his head in Eithan's lap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man is powerful, lots of magic coming off of him and his armor, but from what they can tell, he isn't the type to attack anyone without reason.
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.)
He seems surprised for a moment, though he doesn't stop them, simply laughing "I stop those who spread it, if I cannot convince someone to change their ways, I stop the spread. That's all that I can do."
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.)
Ragnaris continues to approach until he is directly on front of the man, his massive form looming over him. He then lays down on his stomach and bends his neck down so that they may talk face to face. "Greetings, elven one. What brings you to this place?"
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 would hope to say the preservation of justice oh mighty lord among dragons." He says respectfully, bowing deeply while remaining seated, smiling at them with a friendly smile. He puts his blade to the side, putting away his whetstone.
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.)
Ragnaris' maw breaks into a small grin. "Why, quite the respectful one we have here. What is your name, good one?"
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 in response, a soft and slightly derisive noise. "Evil is a weed. Unless you rip up the roots, it'll come back, and most likely spread. My job is to... compete. Consume those roots of evil, and then take their place. But I can only take in Moral Evil. Natural Evil is beyond my power to control without... well, I would just be changing its form instead of deleting it entirely. In essence, I'm not a god."
Eithan can tell by the Stigmata's eyes that he's smiling. "I'm pest control."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My name is Eithan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" He says, tapping his foot absentmindedly, likely not realizing there is glass in his boots causing his feet to bleed so badly.
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 I can believe, though I haven't met many out of the ordinary, something tells me you are far more than that. An extraordinary being, truly. I'd rather you take the evil that exist in the world, rather than the evil that already exists be maintained. I am no true hero, as I cannot rip up those roots from which the weeds grow, all I can do is delay the inevitable for as long as I draw breath." He says with a bit of a sad tone, hiding something before shaking his head, his smile returning bright as before.
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.)
"My name is Ragnaris. I'll not bore you by reciting my full title, as you seem to already know of my importance." Despite being so high up, Ragnaris can clearly see the shards of glass sticking through Eithan's boots, causing his brow to wrinkle. "You seem to have many a piece of glass stuck through your boots. Do you realize this?"
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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His eyes widen with realization as he looks down and sees the blood that puddles underneath. He takes off his armored boots, even more blood spilling out as he begins to meticulously remove the glass shards with dexterous hands, muttering angrily to himself about it, as if this has happened before.
Ragnaris mutters under his breath, causing any pieces of glass he has yet to have to gotten to pluck themselves out of his flesh, which begins to close and heal afterwards.
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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Stigmata sits up. "You are mortal, and you are bleeding. Is that what worries you?"
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 up at them as his flesh begins to heal, cleaning up any glass still inside his boots, and shifting the place he’s sitting as so no more blood trenches his shoes or fills his feet, “Thank you, what may I call you? Mr, or lord?”