the dome: a battleground for the gods!

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

Lonely is chilling in the astral kingdom.

Varavothim is still watching the dragon fight the adventurers, his finger twitching to pull the trigger, his revolver aimed poorly towards the adventurers. 

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

 (Abaddon has a passive insight of 40 so I’ll just guess they realize Ragnaris is concealing something or is smirking)

”you seem smug… explain.”

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

 (Abaddon has a passive insight of 40 so I’ll just guess they realize Ragnaris is concealing something or is smirking)

”you seem smug… explain.”

 "I did say you would have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don't exactly take kindly to anyone but me, and let's just say these ones have a little more... pep in their step than a normal hoard mimic." Suddenly, five hoard mimics fall out of the pile of gold levitating above their heads. Have Abaddon make a DC 24 Dex save for each mimic.

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

 (Abaddon has a passive insight of 40 so I’ll just guess they realize Ragnaris is concealing something or is smirking)

”you seem smug… explain.”

 "I did say you would have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don't exactly take kindly to anyone but me, and let's just say these ones have a little more... pep in their step than a normal hoard mimic." Suddenly, five hoard mimics fall out of the pile of gold levitating above their heads. Have Abaddon make a DC 24 Dex save for each mimic.

 Abaddon has a minus three to all Dex saves, lol.

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

 (Abaddon has a passive insight of 40 so I’ll just guess they realize Ragnaris is concealing something or is smirking)

”you seem smug… explain.”

 "I did say you would have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don't exactly take kindly to anyone but me, and let's just say these ones have a little more... pep in their step than a normal hoard mimic." Suddenly, five hoard mimics fall out of the pile of gold levitating above their heads. Have Abaddon make a DC 24 Dex save for each mimic.

 Abaddon has a minus three to all Dex saves, lol.

 (Ooh, so autofail.)

All five Mimics fall on top of Abaddon, trapping him underneath them. He also takes 47 bludgeoning damage from the impact. (Each mimic fell 30 feet and there were five mimics, for a combined total if 15d6 damage. And don't worry, I'll apply that to the mimics too.)

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A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.

 The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.

 He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him

 They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.

”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.

 

 “The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking 

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

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*Finally. The editor was taking ages to load*

A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.

 The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.

 He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him

 They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.

”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.

 

 “The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking 

 “Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”

Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:47 Persuasion:25

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:46 Persuasion:27

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

 He manages to do all of that without fail, and there’s a portal opened (by the Jailor) leading into Nessus.

”oh… uhm… did they say why?”

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:46 Persuasion:27

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

 He manages to do all of that without fail, and there’s a portal opened (by the Jailor) leading into Nessus.

”oh… uhm… did they say why?”

 He shoots out his wings and flies to somewhere safe. He nods to the Jailor as he passes by, sending him a little bit of respect.

"Money, like any other bounty hunter. Want these sunglasses?"

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”