“But I don’t want to be honest if it hurts people…”
“Well everyone believes something different, if I say something you don’t understand just ignore it if you want.” A box of juice pop into each of their hands.
“Alright…” they sip their juice.
The juice is pretty good, probably not the best but definitely not the worst “Okay, let me explain how I can pop things into existence. Basically I have a bag of holding, in my mind.”
“So you just put a bunch of stuff in there for when you need it?”
“But I don’t want to be honest if it hurts people…”
“Well everyone believes something different, if I say something you don’t understand just ignore it if you want.” A box of juice pop into each of their hands.
“Alright…” they sip their juice.
The juice is pretty good, probably not the best but definitely not the worst “Okay, let me explain how I can pop things into existence. Basically I have a bag of holding, in my mind.”
“So you just put a bunch of stuff in there for when you need it?”
“Yes, exactly. It’s so much easier to explain because you have something similar here.”
“But I don’t want to be honest if it hurts people…”
“Well everyone believes something different, if I say something you don’t understand just ignore it if you want.” A box of juice pop into each of their hands.
“Alright…” they sip their juice.
The juice is pretty good, probably not the best but definitely not the worst “Okay, let me explain how I can pop things into existence. Basically I have a bag of holding, in my mind.”
“So you just put a bunch of stuff in there for when you need it?”
“Yes, exactly. It’s so much easier to explain because you have something similar here.”
“So you just had an entire picnic set up inside your mind? Weird.”
Jason is in his astral kingdom, the arch into the realm not closing after he entered, inviting anyone into it without prejudice.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Jester has just come up with a genius yet terrible idea for a level 40 character as his next. Let’s just say he is pretty strong.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Ragnaris walks in front of his grandson, putting himself between him and Abaddon.
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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.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
“But I don’t want to be honest if it hurts people…”
“Well everyone believes something different, if I say something you don’t understand just ignore it if you want.” A box of juice pop into each of their hands.
“Alright…” they sip their juice.
The juice is pretty good, probably not the best but definitely not the worst “Okay, let me explain how I can pop things into existence. Basically I have a bag of holding, in my mind.”
“So you just put a bunch of stuff in there for when you need it?”
“Yes, exactly. It’s so much easier to explain because you have something similar here.”
“So you just had an entire picnic set up inside your mind? Weird.”
“It is much more useful than you would expect. I also have all the furniture from a blood cult’s dinner.”
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
Rag has to walk around his grandfather to reach out his hand and shake.
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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.
Jason is in his astral kingdom, the arch into the realm not closing after he entered, inviting anyone into it without prejudice.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Jester has just come up with a genius yet terrible idea for a level 40 character as his next. Let’s just say he is pretty strong.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Ragnaris walks in front of his grandson, putting himself between him and Abaddon.
“Move, this is not your business.”
"It is my business keeping you away from my grandson, demon."
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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.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
“Oh the nine hells, nasty place to be I hear. Haven’t been myself. Would you describe it as a good vacation spot?” He says reaching out a hand to the executioner as well, his claws as sharp as his smile.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
Rag has to walk around his grandfather to reach out his hand and shake.
He does so, look at his grandfather with a look that tells him not to worry.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
Rag has to walk around his grandfather to reach out his hand and shake.
He does so, look at his grandfather with a look that tells him not to worry.
Ragnaris clenches the the toes on his left forefoot, causing his claws to dig into the earth. He watches Abaddon with a death glare as Rag talks to him.
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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.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
“Oh the nine hells, nasty place to be I hear. Haven’t been myself. Would you describe it as a good vacation spot?” He says reaching out a hand to the executioner as well, his claws as sharp as his smile.
”Most of it, no. Perhaps besides the hanging city in Minauros, parts of Dis, and most of Malodomini. But anyways, I must ask you a question. Do you know the location of the creatures named Anarchy, and Jylek?” Astaroth does not shake their hand, not even reacting remotely.
Jason is in his astral kingdom, the arch into the realm not closing after he entered, inviting anyone into it without prejudice.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Jester has just come up with a genius yet terrible idea for a level 40 character as his next. Let’s just say he is pretty strong.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Ragnaris walks in front of his grandson, putting himself between him and Abaddon.
“Move, this is not your business.”
"It is my business keeping you away from my grandson, demon."
”first of all, I am a devil, not a demon. Secondly, I have no intention of harming your precious grandson, yet.”
Ragnaris's eyes narrow, and his already slitted pupils become even thinner. "Harm him, and you will feel the true wrath of a dragon as old as I."
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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.
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
“Oh the nine hells, nasty place to be I hear. Haven’t been myself. Would you describe it as a good vacation spot?” He says reaching out a hand to the executioner as well, his claws as sharp as his smile.
”Most of it, no. Perhaps besides the hanging city in Minauros, parts of Dis, and most of Malodomini. But anyways, I must ask you a question. Do you know the location of the creatures named Anarchy, and Jylek?” Astaroth does not shake their hand, not even reacting remotely.
“Sounds like a worth while visit next time I die. So you are here on business how unfortunate, well I don’t know where either of them are and honestly I might not even tell you if I did.” He pulls his hand back “You know it’s rude to not shake someone’s hand if they offer.”
Rag is just enjoying the day, resting in the sun as it baths his skin, his muscles glistening in the sunlight and a smile on his face.
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
“Oh the nine hells, nasty place to be I hear. Haven’t been myself. Would you describe it as a good vacation spot?” He says reaching out a hand to the executioner as well, his claws as sharp as his smile.
”Most of it, no. Perhaps besides the hanging city in Minauros, parts of Dis, and most of Malodomini. But anyways, I must ask you a question. Do you know the location of the creatures named Anarchy, and Jylek?” Astaroth does not shake their hand, not even reacting remotely.
“Sounds like a worth while visit next time I die. So you are here on business how unfortunate, well I don’t know where either of them are and honestly I might not even tell you if I did.” He pulls his hand back “You know it’s rude to not shake someone’s hand if they offer.”
”why would you lie to me? And also, excuse Astaroth… they aren’t very good with much other than fighting.”
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“So you just put a bunch of stuff in there for when you need it?”
Abaddon, the fifteen foot tall demon judge, and his executioner Astaroth, are walking towards him. Abaddon is much slower than Astaroth.
“Yes, exactly. It’s so much easier to explain because you have something similar here.”
“So you just had an entire picnic set up inside your mind? Weird.”
Ragnaris walks in front of his grandson, putting himself between him and Abaddon.
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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Rag sees their shadows and gets up, almost as tall as Abaddon himself. He stares at the two of them with a genuine smile on his face “Welcome, I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.” He reaches out a hand.
“It is much more useful than you would expect. I also have all the furniture from a blood cult’s dinner.”
”Hello. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of high court of the Hells. And this is Astaroth.” They gesture to their heavily armored executioner, wielding a lightly glowing axe.
“Move, this is not your business.”
Rag has to walk around his grandfather to reach out his hand and shake.
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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"It is my business keeping you away from my grandson, demon."
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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“Oh the nine hells, nasty place to be I hear. Haven’t been myself. Would you describe it as a good vacation spot?” He says reaching out a hand to the executioner as well, his claws as sharp as his smile.
He does so, look at his grandfather with a look that tells him not to worry.
”first of all, I am a devil, not a demon. Secondly, I have no intention of harming your precious grandson, yet.”
Ragnaris clenches the the toes on his left forefoot, causing his claws to dig into the earth. He watches Abaddon with a death glare as Rag talks to him.
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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”Most of it, no. Perhaps besides the hanging city in Minauros, parts of Dis, and most of Malodomini. But anyways, I must ask you a question. Do you know the location of the creatures named Anarchy, and Jylek?” Astaroth does not shake their hand, not even reacting remotely.
Ragnaris's eyes narrow, and his already slitted pupils become even thinner. "Harm him, and you will feel the true wrath of a dragon as old as I."
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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“Sounds like a worth while visit next time I die. So you are here on business how unfortunate, well I don’t know where either of them are and honestly I might not even tell you if I did.” He pulls his hand back “You know it’s rude to not shake someone’s hand if they offer.”
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
”why would you lie to me? And also, excuse Astaroth… they aren’t very good with much other than fighting.”