Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
Lonely is back to being a desolate ball of sadness, starting to cry after what happened with Jason. Their shadow is trying to claw itself away from Lonely and to attack the nearest creature, failing to do so. In addition, the ground around them has lost its color.
"My my, such a sad sight to see..." A feminine voice speaks as the area becomes darker.
Lonely doesn’t acknowledge them, practically drowning in their own sadness.
Korizek would pop his head out from under the ground.
"Friend won't speak....to me....either..."
"Well forcing him to tell us won't do any good, darling."
The expanding area of greyscale expands, beginning to even affect Korizek, its color drained from it and replaced with grey. It doesn’t have any feeling or affect, but it’s very noticeable.
"Friend? Things going gray....please tell what's wrong...?" Korizek asks, voice drench with worry.
Lonely finally looks up momentarily, tears running down their face.
”Jason…”
they look Down again and cover their face in their sleeves.
"Did Jason hurt friend....?" He asks.
“No?… yes… kind of… not really…”
"Well he seems to have upset you somehow my dear. Why not tell Korizek and me what happened?" Coronet says as she lays down.
“I don’t… wanna talk about it… it’s not fair…”
"Well, like I said we can't really force you to tell us what happened if it will upset you more. But I can tell Korizek is very upset that you are upset and he can't help you." Coronet says in a gentle tone. "Would our company help any at least?"
They wipe the tears off their face with their sleeve,
”that’d… be nice,” the color Around them starts to return.
"Alright dear" She says before pulling out a bag of popcorn. "Popcorn? I got it from a courtroom in the Nine hells."
They take it, and begin munching on popcorn in the saddest way imaginable.
”thanks…” they say, not acknowledging the part about the nine hells.
"Your welcome darling." She says as these two terrifying behemoths stay and keep this little kid company in his grieving.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME 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.
Lonely is back to being a desolate ball of sadness, starting to cry after what happened with Jason. Their shadow is trying to claw itself away from Lonely and to attack the nearest creature, failing to do so. In addition, the ground around them has lost its color.
"My my, such a sad sight to see..." A feminine voice speaks as the area becomes darker.
Lonely doesn’t acknowledge them, practically drowning in their own sadness.
Korizek would pop his head out from under the ground.
"Friend won't speak....to me....either..."
"Well forcing him to tell us won't do any good, darling."
The expanding area of greyscale expands, beginning to even affect Korizek, its color drained from it and replaced with grey. It doesn’t have any feeling or affect, but it’s very noticeable.
"Friend? Things going gray....please tell what's wrong...?" Korizek asks, voice drench with worry.
Lonely finally looks up momentarily, tears running down their face.
”Jason…”
they look Down again and cover their face in their sleeves.
"Did Jason hurt friend....?" He asks.
“No?… yes… kind of… not really…”
"Well he seems to have upset you somehow my dear. Why not tell Korizek and me what happened?" Coronet says as she lays down.
“I don’t… wanna talk about it… it’s not fair…”
"Well, like I said we can't really force you to tell us what happened if it will upset you more. But I can tell Korizek is very upset that you are upset and he can't help you." Coronet says in a gentle tone. "Would our company help any at least?"
They wipe the tears off their face with their sleeve,
”that’d… be nice,” the color Around them starts to return.
"Alright dear" She says before pulling out a bag of popcorn. "Popcorn? I got it from a courtroom in the Nine hells."
They take it, and begin munching on popcorn in the saddest way imaginable.
”thanks…” they say, not acknowledging the part about the nine hells.
"Your welcome darling." She says as these two terrifying behemoths stay and keep this little kid company in his grieving.
Lonely occasionally mutters something to themself that is actually somewhat understandable, often something like this.
”Jylek died… why does Jason Care so much? Jylek was terrible…” or some variation of those words.
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
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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 notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
Lonely is back to being a desolate ball of sadness, starting to cry after what happened with Jason. Their shadow is trying to claw itself away from Lonely and to attack the nearest creature, failing to do so. In addition, the ground around them has lost its color.
"My my, such a sad sight to see..." A feminine voice speaks as the area becomes darker.
Lonely doesn’t acknowledge them, practically drowning in their own sadness.
Korizek would pop his head out from under the ground.
"Friend won't speak....to me....either..."
"Well forcing him to tell us won't do any good, darling."
The expanding area of greyscale expands, beginning to even affect Korizek, its color drained from it and replaced with grey. It doesn’t have any feeling or affect, but it’s very noticeable.
"Friend? Things going gray....please tell what's wrong...?" Korizek asks, voice drench with worry.
Lonely finally looks up momentarily, tears running down their face.
”Jason…”
they look Down again and cover their face in their sleeves.
"Did Jason hurt friend....?" He asks.
“No?… yes… kind of… not really…”
"Well he seems to have upset you somehow my dear. Why not tell Korizek and me what happened?" Coronet says as she lays down.
“I don’t… wanna talk about it… it’s not fair…”
"Well, like I said we can't really force you to tell us what happened if it will upset you more. But I can tell Korizek is very upset that you are upset and he can't help you." Coronet says in a gentle tone. "Would our company help any at least?"
They wipe the tears off their face with their sleeve,
”that’d… be nice,” the color Around them starts to return.
"Alright dear" She says before pulling out a bag of popcorn. "Popcorn? I got it from a courtroom in the Nine hells."
They take it, and begin munching on popcorn in the saddest way imaginable.
”thanks…” they say, not acknowledging the part about the nine hells.
"Your welcome darling." She says as these two terrifying behemoths stay and keep this little kid company in his grieving.
Lonely occasionally mutters something to themself that is actually somewhat understandable, often something like this.
”Jylek died… why does Jason Care so much? Jylek was terrible…” or some variation of those words.
"Hm...I can't say....but people who do terrible things can still have people that care about them. Maybe they knew something about the boy you don't?" Coronet says gently.
"No Excuse....Jylek hurt Friend....not good..." Korizek says with a growl, remembering that day.
"No, Jylek attacking Lonely unprovoked like that was not right, and I think dear Lonely is validated in feeling the way he does...****y he can decide how he wishes to cope with what happened." Coronet says in agreement. "I am only saying that this Jason pe rson may know something about Jylek's situation that would have caused the boy to lash out in such an inappropriate way. Still, sounds like this man didn't really bother to understand Lonely's situation either."
"Still, Lonely hurt now....not good..."
"True, lets just focus on getting you to feel better Lonely."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Lonely is back to being a desolate ball of sadness, starting to cry after what happened with Jason. Their shadow is trying to claw itself away from Lonely and to attack the nearest creature, failing to do so. In addition, the ground around them has lost its color.
"My my, such a sad sight to see..." A feminine voice speaks as the area becomes darker.
Lonely doesn’t acknowledge them, practically drowning in their own sadness.
Korizek would pop his head out from under the ground.
"Friend won't speak....to me....either..."
"Well forcing him to tell us won't do any good, darling."
The expanding area of greyscale expands, beginning to even affect Korizek, its color drained from it and replaced with grey. It doesn’t have any feeling or affect, but it’s very noticeable.
"Friend? Things going gray....please tell what's wrong...?" Korizek asks, voice drench with worry.
Lonely finally looks up momentarily, tears running down their face.
”Jason…”
they look Down again and cover their face in their sleeves.
"Did Jason hurt friend....?" He asks.
“No?… yes… kind of… not really…”
"Well he seems to have upset you somehow my dear. Why not tell Korizek and me what happened?" Coronet says as she lays down.
“I don’t… wanna talk about it… it’s not fair…”
"Well, like I said we can't really force you to tell us what happened if it will upset you more. But I can tell Korizek is very upset that you are upset and he can't help you." Coronet says in a gentle tone. "Would our company help any at least?"
They wipe the tears off their face with their sleeve,
”that’d… be nice,” the color Around them starts to return.
"Alright dear" She says before pulling out a bag of popcorn. "Popcorn? I got it from a courtroom in the Nine hells."
They take it, and begin munching on popcorn in the saddest way imaginable.
”thanks…” they say, not acknowledging the part about the nine hells.
"Your welcome darling." She says as these two terrifying behemoths stay and keep this little kid company in his grieving.
Lonely occasionally mutters something to themself that is actually somewhat understandable, often something like this.
”Jylek died… why does Jason Care so much? Jylek was terrible…” or some variation of those words.
"Hm...I can't say....but people who do terrible things can still have people that care about them. Maybe they knew something about the boy you don't?" Coronet says gently.
"No Excuse....Jylek hurt Friend....not good..." Korizek says with a growl, remembering that day.
"No, Jylek attacking Lonely unprovoked like that was not right, and I think dear Lonely is validated in feeling the way he does...****y he can decide how he wishes to cope with what happened." Coronet says in agreement. "I am only saying that this Jason pe rson may know something about Jylek's situation that would have caused the boy to lash out in such an inappropriate way. Still, sounds like this man didn't really bother to understand Lonely's situation either."
"Still, Lonely hurt now....not good..."
"True, lets just focus on getting you to feel better Lonely."
“Thanks…” they wipe a tear away again.
”for understanding… kinda.” They give a half hearted chuckle.
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including 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.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 20
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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, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"Your welcome darling." She says as these two terrifying behemoths stay and keep this little kid company in his grieving.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME 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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Lonely occasionally mutters something to themself that is actually somewhat understandable, often something like this.
”Jylek died… why does Jason Care so much? Jylek was terrible…” or some variation of those words.
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
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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”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Hm...I can't say....but people who do terrible things can still have people that care about them. Maybe they knew something about the boy you don't?" Coronet says gently.
"No Excuse....Jylek hurt Friend....not good..." Korizek says with a growl, remembering that day.
"No, Jylek attacking Lonely unprovoked like that was not right, and I think dear Lonely is validated in feeling the way he does...****y he can decide how he wishes to cope with what happened." Coronet says in agreement. "I am only saying that this Jason pe rson may know something about Jylek's situation that would have caused the boy to lash out in such an inappropriate way. Still, sounds like this man didn't really bother to understand Lonely's situation either."
"Still, Lonely hurt now....not good..."
"True, lets just focus on getting you to feel better Lonely."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Thanks…” they wipe a tear away again.
”for understanding… kinda.” They give a half hearted chuckle.
*Cut with Arch*
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including 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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"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Does each head have its own brain?”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 20
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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