Goku is training, doing things far past the abilities of what a mortal or even a god should be able to manage, billions upon billions of every workout imaginable. The power of a monster or maybe even something beyond radiating off of him like an infinite supernova. His hair hasn’t even turned the golden color it usually does when he goes into his stronger transformation.
*this has kinda just become a thread for fighting instead of a cult battleground...*
*it has… but it is still quite fun*
*I think it’s better this way honestly, more people can join this way.*
*Yeah, I think it also opens the door for all manner of fun characters, not just those that have to fit within the theme of a cult. Though I had a lot of fun making Korizek for the Jeff cult.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Wind howls inside area of the dome. A warm, scorching presence is felt in the air, like the heat of the most intense desert. A figure is seen in the distance, at the very edge of the dome, before a cloud of dust blows around them, and when it passes, they’re gone. It appears closer to the center of the dome in a kick of dust, and A mighty warrior, having fought to kill hundreds of others in the dome, sees this figure, and chases after it, sword gleaming with holy power. it disappears again in a dust cloud, and it doesn’t appear again. Or so the warrior thought… he turns around to try and find the figure, and he sees three projectiles, bullets, racing towards him. The figure fired a warning shot. The Warrior charges to the source of the sound and the bullets, and got another warning shot. Into his head. He falls over, dead, as the figure walks up to him and stands over his corpse. The figure is a young Wood Elven man, with short brown hair and honey brown eyes. He wears a cowboy hat and other similar clothing, similar to a Sheriff’s or an outlaw’s, either could be possible. His right hand is in his pocket, and in his left is a mundane looking revolver, with full ammo despite the fact he had just fired several times. On the gun, inscribed into it’s handle, are the words, “Death’s hand.” He smiles, and looks around the area.
Ragnaris has been half-slumbering underground for weeks on end, trying to think of ways to free his grandson. He mumbles to himself, "What if... no no, Abaddon would see that coming..." He then begins to shift underground, causing minor earthquakes on the surface.
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 has been hlaf-slumbering underground for weeks on end, trying to think of ways to free his grandson. He mumbles to himself, "What if... no no, Abaddon would see that coming..." He then begins to shift underground, causing minor earthquakes on the surface.
He is obviously slightly groggy "Get me two more barrels. I don't want to remember today."
"They used a creature like Collin. Turned all the towns folk into dead puppets."
The bartender, slightly surprised, gets him two more barrels of the same stuff.
”oh… why? Why’d they ever do any of that stuff?”
He chugs them both down, the liquid burns down his throat but he ignores it entirely.
"Because they believed they were superior to every other race. They wanted to rule our planet like every other."
“You doing alright?…” the bartender asks.
”oh. Thats pretty evil… why would you feel bad for stopping them?”
"My son died two days ago." He says looking at the counter, beginning to openly sob.
"Because they died knowing I was superior to them, better than they would ever be. Screaming."
“Well, I haven’t heard that story in a couple decades… how’d it happen?”
”well, didn’t they still deserve it? Sounds like a pretty fitting death…”
"Someone came and killed them, I hunted the [gp] down but it was too late."
"Fitting doesn't mean it was my place to do it, because I can kill doesnt mean I should all the time."
“That must be hard… how’d ya end up down here?”
”well thats dumb… what would have happened if you hadn’t killed him?”
"Trying to save the last bit of family I had left."
"Someone else would have, their pride wouldn't have been broken. So I suppose it had to be me."
“Made a deal to save them? Happens all the time. With who?”
”there’s nothing wrong with you being the one to kill them, it’s the same result either way, you stop them from doing more evil. And besides, they probably deserved all that extra pain.”
Wind howls inside area of the dome. A warm, scorching presence is felt in the air, like the heat of the most intense desert. A figure is seen in the distance, at the very edge of the dome, before a cloud of dust blows around them, and when it passes, they’re gone. It appears closer to the center of the dome in a kick of dust, and A mighty warrior, having fought to kill hundreds of others in the dome, sees this figure, and chases after it, sword gleaming with holy power. it disappears again in a dust cloud, and it doesn’t appear again. Or so the warrior thought… he turns around to try and find the figure, and he sees three projectiles, bullets, racing towards him. The figure fired a warning shot. The Warrior charges to the source of the sound and the bullets, and got another warning shot. Into his head. He falls over, dead, as the figure walks up to him and stands over his corpse. The figure is a young Wood Elven man, with short brown hair and honey brown eyes. He wears a cowboy hat and other similar clothing, similar to a Sheriff’s or an outlaw’s, either could be possible. His right hand is in his pocket, and in his left is a mundane looking revolver, with full ammo despite the fact he had just fired several times. On the gun, inscribed into it’s handle, are the words, “Death’s hand.” He smiles, and looks around the area.
“Made a deal to save them? Happens all the time. With who?”
”there’s nothing wrong with you being the one to kill them, it’s the same result either way, you stop them from doing more evil. And besides, they probably deserved all that extra pain.”
"Abaddon. Two more barrels."
"Thank you for thinking that. It's what I really need."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Made a deal to save them? Happens all the time. With who?”
”there’s nothing wrong with you being the one to kill them, it’s the same result either way, you stop them from doing more evil. And besides, they probably deserved all that extra pain.”
"Abaddon. Two more barrels."
"Thank you for thinking that. It's what I really need."
“Oh, Abaddon… he’s the worst. And you sure about those two more barrels? This is pretty potent stuff.”
”your welcome-… are you being sarcastic?”
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He chugs them both down, the liquid burns down his throat but he ignores it entirely.
"Because they believed they were superior to every other race. They wanted to rule our planet like every other."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Abaddon would probably have an assassin on standby. Makes sense.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*If anyone wants to rp with my other char.*
Goku is training, doing things far past the abilities of what a mortal or even a god should be able to manage, billions upon billions of every workout imaginable. The power of a monster or maybe even something beyond radiating off of him like an infinite supernova. His hair hasn’t even turned the golden color it usually does when he goes into his stronger transformation.
*this has kinda just become a thread for fighting instead of a cult battleground...*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*it has… but it is still quite fun*
*I think it’s better this way honestly, more people can join this way.*
“You doing alright?…” the bartender asks.
”oh. Thats pretty evil… why would you feel bad for stopping them?”
*Yeah, I think it also opens the door for all manner of fun characters, not just those that have to fit within the theme of a cult. Though I had a lot of fun making Korizek for the Jeff cult.*
"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
"My son died two days ago." He says looking at the counter, beginning to openly sob.
"Because they died knowing I was superior to them, better than they would ever be. Screaming."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Wind howls inside area of the dome. A warm, scorching presence is felt in the air, like the heat of the most intense desert. A figure is seen in the distance, at the very edge of the dome, before a cloud of dust blows around them, and when it passes, they’re gone. It appears closer to the center of the dome in a kick of dust, and A mighty warrior, having fought to kill hundreds of others in the dome, sees this figure, and chases after it, sword gleaming with holy power. it disappears again in a dust cloud, and it doesn’t appear again. Or so the warrior thought… he turns around to try and find the figure, and he sees three projectiles, bullets, racing towards him. The figure fired a warning shot. The Warrior charges to the source of the sound and the bullets, and got another warning shot. Into his head. He falls over, dead, as the figure walks up to him and stands over his corpse. The figure is a young Wood Elven man, with short brown hair and honey brown eyes. He wears a cowboy hat and other similar clothing, similar to a Sheriff’s or an outlaw’s, either could be possible. His right hand is in his pocket, and in his left is a mundane looking revolver, with full ammo despite the fact he had just fired several times. On the gun, inscribed into it’s handle, are the words, “Death’s hand.” He smiles, and looks around the area.
“Well, I haven’t heard that story in a couple decades… how’d it happen?”
”well, didn’t they still deserve it? Sounds like a pretty fitting death…”
Ragnaris has been half-slumbering underground for weeks on end, trying to think of ways to free his grandson. He mumbles to himself, "What if... no no, Abaddon would see that coming..." He then begins to shift underground, causing minor earthquakes on the surface.
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.
Extended sig
"Someone came and killed them, I hunted the [gp] down but it was too late."
"Fitting doesn't mean it was my place to do it, because I can kill doesnt mean I should all the time."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“That must be hard… how’d ya end up down here?”
”well thats dumb… what would have happened if you hadn’t killed him?”
*hehe, Abaddon is so evil*
"Trying to save the last bit of family I had left."
"Someone else would have, their pride wouldn't have been broken. So I suppose it had to be me."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Made a deal to save them? Happens all the time. With who?”
”there’s nothing wrong with you being the one to kill them, it’s the same result either way, you stop them from doing more evil. And besides, they probably deserved all that extra pain.”
"Abaddon. Two more barrels."
"Thank you for thinking that. It's what I really need."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh, Abaddon… he’s the worst. And you sure about those two more barrels? This is pretty potent stuff.”
”your welcome-… are you being sarcastic?”