Ragnaris, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
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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, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
Ragnaris smiles smugly. "I told you I was a loyal servant of the Archcrone. What they demand serve as my orders, and they demanded chaos. So I did as I was told."
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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, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
Ragnaris smiles smugly. "I told you I was a loyal servant of the Archcrone. What they demand serve as my orders, and they demanded chaos. So I did as I was told."
“Well, I couldn’t persecute the Archcrone, they’re a force of the universe. It seems you have gotten lucky… for now.” Abaddon returns the smile with a malevolent grin, before slowly starting to walk off at a snails pace, their guard and executioner followiipng them.
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
Ragnaris smiles smugly. "I told you I was a loyal servant of the Archcrone. What they demand serve as my orders, and they demanded chaos. So I did as I was told."
“Well, I couldn’t persecute the Archcrone, they’re a force of the universe. It seems you have gotten lucky… for now.” Abaddon returns the smile with a malevolent grin, before slowly starting to walk off at a snails pace, their guard and executioner followiipng them.
Ragnaris burrows underground, causing lava to spew in a small area around the hole he just made.
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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, who had been sleeping underground for the past few days, suddenly erupts from the earth. He seems to have doubled, almost tripled in size, and he looks much, MUCH stronger.
Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator, looks over to Ragnaris after they emerge from their portal (intro last page) they call to Ragnaris.
“DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF JYLEK OR ANARCHY? THE HIGH COURT DEMANDS THEIR IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE.”
"Who might you be? And no, I do not know the locations of either currently."
“I AM ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR OF THE HIGH COURT OF THE HELLS. WHO ARE YOU?”
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble! I am a loyal servant of the Archcrone, he who gave me my magic."
”I SEE. I AM HERE TO HOLD JYLEK AND ANARCHY, AS WELL AS VARIOUS OTHERS HERE, ACCOUNTABLE FOR MANY UNFORGIVABLE CRIMES.”
"Am I included in that group?"
He flips through his book.
”Ragnaris… hmm, Ragnaris… have you committed any acts of murder, violence, thievery, treachery, or breaching of contract while in the dome?”
"Inside this dome? Not yet. Outside? Absolutely." His reptilian lips curl into the grim visage of a smile.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
Ragnaris smiles smugly. "I told you I was a loyal servant of the Archcrone. What they demand serve as my orders, and they demanded chaos. So I did as I was told."
“Well, I couldn’t persecute the Archcrone, they’re a force of the universe. It seems you have gotten lucky… for now.” Abaddon returns the smile with a malevolent grin, before slowly starting to walk off at a snails pace, their guard and executioner followiipng them.
Ragnaris burrows underground, causing lava to spew in a small area around the hole he just made.
The lava that splashes onto Abaddon seems not to harm him, as he brushes it off. The bodyguard has no reaction to it whatsoever.
(Anyone wanna fight Ragnaris? I beefed him up a little and actually made him a significant threat. If you do, he's underground right now, so just call him out.)
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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.
“Alright, outside of the dome… list all crimes you have ever commited, please, specifically from this list.” Abaddon hands Ragnaris a slip of paper, which unfolds itself and extends to around 300 times its original length, detailing practically every crime Ragnaris could imagine.
"My soul and my body are technically one thing. So I can use my soul to affect physical things." Dirt begins floating around him.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Wow! Why is your soul like that?”
Ragnaris stares at the paper, and shortly after small checks begin appearing next to certain crimes. Within a minute, practically every one is checked off.
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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"How do I explain this?" He rubs his chin "Gods and creatures beyond that tried to open my soul but they couldn't because I didn't let them."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Abaddon takes back the list, and examines it for a few seconds.
”at minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”
“Uhm… alright. That definitely doesn’t give me tons of questions. But uh, what else can you do with your soul powers?”
Ragnaris smiles smugly. "I told you I was a loyal servant of the Archcrone. What they demand serve as my orders, and they demanded chaos. So I did as I was told."
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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As he asks a bird drops out of the sky, foaming from the mouth "I can manipulate souls and move stuff."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Well, I couldn’t persecute the Archcrone, they’re a force of the universe. It seems you have gotten lucky… for now.” Abaddon returns the smile with a malevolent grin, before slowly starting to walk off at a snails pace, their guard and executioner followiipng them.
“That is… terrifying. Is it okay?…” they say, kneeling down and poking it.
Ragnaris burrows underground, causing lava to spew in a small area around the hole he just made.
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 try not to cross that line when I can." He says something terrifying even though it cant be heard and the bird is healed, flying away.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Mm… alright… anything else?”
The lava that splashes onto Abaddon seems not to harm him, as he brushes it off. The bodyguard has no reaction to it whatsoever.
"I have magic. I am called a skirmisher specialist."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“And what exactly can this magic… do?”
"I don't know really, its not like the magic of my world."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(Anyone wanna fight Ragnaris? I beefed him up a little and actually made him a significant threat. If you do, he's underground right now, so just call him out.)
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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“Huh… we’ll, what has it done?”