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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
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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.”
”why would you lie to me? And also, excuse Astaroth… they aren’t very good with much other than fighting.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
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.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
*Why does he say little like he isn’t only a bit shorter than him?*
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.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
“Ah yes, that perfectly explains the executioner, you always bring an executioner of you don’t want to hurt people.” He says sarcastically.
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
*Why does he say little like he isn’t only a bit shorter than him?*
*basically just to mock them, he’s a devil afterall*
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
*Why does he say little like he isn’t only a bit shorter than him?*
*basically just to mock them, he’s a devil afterall*
*He is going to get popped in the mouth sooner rather than later.*
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.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
“Ah yes, that perfectly explains the executioner, you always bring an executioner of you don’t want to hurt people.” He says sarcastically.
“Astaroth here is simply serving as my bodyguard for the Time being, in case things get out of hand. Now, if you know where they are, at any time, I suggest that you tell me immediately. For your own safety.”
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.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
“Ah yes, that perfectly explains the executioner, you always bring an executioner of you don’t want to hurt people.” He says sarcastically.
“Astaroth here is simply serving as my bodyguard for the Time being, in case things get out of hand. Now, if you know where they are, at any time, I suggest that you tell me immediately. For your own safety.”
“I’m terrified of you and your boyfriend. Now how about you get out of here before someone ends up putting their fist where your teeth used to be?”
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.”
“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
“Ah yes, that perfectly explains the executioner, you always bring an executioner of you don’t want to hurt people.” He says sarcastically.
“Astaroth here is simply serving as my bodyguard for the Time being, in case things get out of hand. Now, if you know where they are, at any time, I suggest that you tell me immediately. For your own safety.”
“I’m terrified of you and your boyfriend. Now how about you get out of here before someone ends up putting their fist where your teeth used to be?”
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
"No. I will stay here, and will watch over him as you two talk. I do not trust you."
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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.
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Do you have kids?”
”I do not…?”
“Then shut up and leave. I am their guardian, which means you either kill me or stop whatever trial is going on. Now please leave.”
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."
He grins smugly.
”I’m quaking.”
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
"No. I will stay here, and will watch over him as you two talk. I do not trust you."
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Do you have kids?”
”I do not…?”
“Then shut up and leave. I am their guardian, which means you either kill me or stop whatever trial is going on. Now please leave.”
”you have no right no keep them From the law! In doing this you are committing a crime. A terrible crime indeed.”
Abaddon's remark angers Ragnaris beyond repair. He growls so loudly that the ground itself rumbles, and the intense heat that normally surrounds his body increases so much, just standing near him is like standing next to the sun itself.
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.
Abaddon's remark angers Ragnaris beyond repair. He growls so loudly that the ground itself rumbles, and the intense heat that normally surrounds his body increases so much, just standing neat him is like standing next to sun.
”neat trick. I’m a devil. Immune to fire, remember?”
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Do you have kids?”
”I do not…?”
“Then shut up and leave. I am their guardian, which means you either kill me or stop whatever trial is going on. Now please leave.”
”you have no right no keep them From the law! In doing this you are committing a crime. A terrible crime indeed.”
He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders “I guess I’ll see you in the hells then.” He then throws a punch at Abaddon’s face, aiming to break his nose.
Flames begin to lick the inside of his gargantuan maw.
(Just so you know, Ragnaris tripled in size from his normal size, which puts him equal to 6 tarrasques in terms of his size. So he towers over everyone in the arena by about 100 feet.)
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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“Because I’ve taken up the role as Jylek and Anarchy’s parent, it doesn’t matter if I like it, I must protect them both. Astaroth is fine then, I’ve met the strong silent type before.”
(Despite Ragnaris’ enormous size, Abaddon just isn’t afraid.”
”truly terrifying. I mean, wonderful show. Now please leave while I talk with your precious little grandson.”
”oh, I have no intent of bringing Anarchy or Jylek any physical harm, I can assure you.”
*Why does he say little like he isn’t only a bit shorter than him?*
“Ah yes, that perfectly explains the executioner, you always bring an executioner of you don’t want to hurt people.” He says sarcastically.
*basically just to mock them, he’s a devil afterall*
*He is going to get popped in the mouth sooner rather than later.*
“Astaroth here is simply serving as my bodyguard for the Time being, in case things get out of hand. Now, if you know where they are, at any time, I suggest that you tell me immediately. For your own safety.”
“I’m terrified of you and your boyfriend. Now how about you get out of here before someone ends up putting their fist where your teeth used to be?”
“Listen, the location of Jylek and Anarchy is of great importance, and I am trying to make sure that you aren’t caught in the crossfire of the ensuing trial. So please, don’t work with them and I will not bother you. Violence is not an answer here.”
“Do you have kids?”
”I do not…?”
"No. I will stay here, and will watch over him as you two talk. I do not trust you."
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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“Then shut up and leave. I am their guardian, which means you either kill me or stop whatever trial is going on. Now please leave.”
”truly, you are an annoying little roach.”
”you have no right no keep them From the law! In doing this you are committing a crime. A terrible crime indeed.”
(Cut for Arch.)
Abaddon's remark angers Ragnaris beyond repair. He growls so loudly that the ground itself rumbles, and the intense heat that normally surrounds his body increases so much, just standing near him is like standing next to the sun itself.
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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”neat trick. I’m a devil. Immune to fire, remember?”
He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders “I guess I’ll see you in the hells then.” He then throws a punch at Abaddon’s face, aiming to break his nose.
Attack:28 Damage:16