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?"
He looks at them, confused before looking down at his feet, he takes off his boots, seeing the glass, and slowly beginning to pluck each piece out, muttering angrily to himself.
Stigmata sits up. "You are mortal, and you are bleeding. Is that what worries you?"
He looks at them, confused before looking down at his feet, he takes off his boots, seeing the glass, and slowly beginning to pluck each piece out, muttering angrily to himself.
*I have kimchi noodles :3*
"Where did the glass come from, friend?"
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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.
Stigmata sits up. "You are mortal, and you are bleeding. Is that what worries you?"
He looks at them, confused before looking down at his feet, he takes off his boots, seeing the glass, and slowly beginning to pluck each piece out, muttering angrily to himself.
*I have kimchi noodles :3*
"Where did the glass come from, friend?"
*That sounds delicious, are they delicious?*
He sighs, looking to them for a moment “Likely from me, or… me isn’t the right word, as I’m not the only one within my mind.”
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?”
"It is no trouble. You may call me Lord Ragnaris, if you so wish. If not, Ragnaris will suffice." Ragnaris sits for a moment, thinking, then asks, "Did you not realize you had those shards of glass stuck in your feet until I noticed and said something?"
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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 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?”
"It is no trouble. You may call me Lord Ragnaris, if you so wish. If not, Ragnaris will suffice." Ragnaris sits for a moment, thinking, then asks, "Did you not realize you had those shards of glass stuck in your feet until I noticed and said something?"
“I did not, thank you for telling me. It was a gift for you to tell me. It is a bother when this does happen.” He says with a smile on his face, looking up at them, “I truly am thankful, Ragnaris.
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?”
"It is no trouble. You may call me Lord Ragnaris, if you so wish. If not, Ragnaris will suffice." Ragnaris sits for a moment, thinking, then asks, "Did you not realize you had those shards of glass stuck in your feet until I noticed and said something?"
“I did not, thank you for telling me. It was a gift for you to tell me. It is a bother when this does happen.” He says with a smile on his face, looking up at them, “I truly am thankful, Ragnaris.
"You are welcome, Eithan." Ragnaris begins to mumble under his breath, surprisingly causing Eithan to only hear but a couple words despite Ragnaris' size and volume. He does understand that Ragnaris is mostly wondering what kind of person would be so oblivious to such pain for so long.
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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 sighs, looking to them for a moment “Likely from me, or… me isn’t the right word, as I’m not the only one within my mind.”
*Indeed!*
His eyes rotate inside the dark space, analogous to a head tilt. "That is... strange. Other... individual... can you hear me?"
They feel the outside feeling that the other being can, though the only time they are seemingly able to speak is when they are ‘in control’ of Eithan’s body.
He can’t help but chuckle at their words and their curiosity “My apologies, but my pain tolerance is… higher than most people would expect, even myself apparently, so things like glass in my feet causing me to slowly bleed out are… difficult to notice at times.”
His eyes rotate inside the dark space, analogous to a head tilt. "That is... strange. Other... individual... can you hear me?"
They feel the outside feeling that the other being can, though the only time they are seemingly able to speak is when they are ‘in control’ of Eithan’s body.
*We all think we are gods, but I'm the only one here making chicken alfredo from ramen packets.*
"So, how long has this been going on? What started 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.
His eyes rotate inside the dark space, analogous to a head tilt. "That is... strange. Other... individual... can you hear me?"
They feel the outside feeling that the other being can, though the only time they are seemingly able to speak is when they are ‘in control’ of Eithan’s body.
*We all think we are gods, but I'm the only one here making chicken alfredo from ramen packets.*
"So, how long has this been going on? What started it?"
*You truly are a god among men my friend, and I am honored to know you.*
“It could’ve been a long time ago, hard to remember. Possibly when I first died, at the latest.” He casually replies, thinking to himself.
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I made an intro for them earlier, and air of calm follows him everywhere he goes. He’s clad in silver plate armor with a silver greatsword on his back with matching colored eyes, he’s got silver hair and a bright, friendly smile, he’s charming and handsome, a half elf with pointed ears. He can often be found with glass in his boots, though he usually doesn’t know, he’s got an eye twitch. Also, he’s decently strong, so fighting him may be a bad idea.*
He looks at them, confused before looking down at his feet, he takes off his boots, seeing the glass, and slowly beginning to pluck each piece out, muttering angrily to himself.
*I have kimchi noodles :3*
"Where did the glass come from, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds delicious, are they delicious?*
He sighs, looking to them for a moment “Likely from me, or… me isn’t the right word, as I’m not the only one within my mind.”
"It is no trouble. You may call me Lord Ragnaris, if you so wish. If not, Ragnaris will suffice." Ragnaris sits for a moment, thinking, then asks, "Did you not realize you had those shards of glass stuck in your feet until I noticed and said something?"
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 did not, thank you for telling me. It was a gift for you to tell me. It is a bother when this does happen.” He says with a smile on his face, looking up at them, “I truly am thankful, Ragnaris.
*Indeed!*
His eyes rotate inside the dark space, analogous to a head tilt. "That is... strange. Other... individual... can you hear me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You are welcome, Eithan." Ragnaris begins to mumble under his breath, surprisingly causing Eithan to only hear but a couple words despite Ragnaris' size and volume. He does understand that Ragnaris is mostly wondering what kind of person would be so oblivious to such pain for so long.
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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They feel the outside feeling that the other being can, though the only time they are seemingly able to speak is when they are ‘in control’ of Eithan’s body.
*Cut for Agate.*
He can’t help but chuckle at their words and their curiosity “My apologies, but my pain tolerance is… higher than most people would expect, even myself apparently, so things like glass in my feet causing me to slowly bleed out are… difficult to notice at times.”
*We all think we are gods, but I'm the only one here making chicken alfredo from ramen packets.*
"So, how long has this been going on? What started it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You truly are a god among men my friend, and I am honored to know you.*
“It could’ve been a long time ago, hard to remember. Possibly when I first died, at the latest.” He casually replies, thinking to himself.
*hello, my lovelies!*
*Hey Arch, wanna rp?*
*sure!*
*Want anybody specific?*
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I made an intro for them earlier, and air of calm follows him everywhere he goes. He’s clad in silver plate armor with a silver greatsword on his back with matching colored eyes, he’s got silver hair and a bright, friendly smile, he’s charming and handsome, a half elf with pointed ears. He can often be found with glass in his boots, though he usually doesn’t know, he’s got an eye twitch. Also, he’s decently strong, so fighting him may be a bad idea.*
"I see." He lays back on Eithan's lap. "How did that happen?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.