"Lonely you can do this, I believe you can and so does Jason. Control your emotions, don't let them control you."
Rag picks them up and places them on his shoulder. He turns to everyone "This imp is a excellent fighter! All of you could learn from sparring with them! They managed 3 hits on me!"
“No no no nonononono…” they whisper, taking a few shallow breaths. “I need to-… sit down for a minute…” the plants in the garden begin to frost over, as does the ground. Lonely’s words seem to echo, as if they were all alone in a deep, dark cave.
A few of them snort, laugh, or chuckle. One of the pit fiends, the smallest of the large demons, begins cheering for the tiny imp. Then, a few others join in as well.
"Deep breaths Lonely, you can do this." He puts his hands on his shoulders, a warming gesture.
"EVERYONE WHO LAUGHED LINE UP NOW!" He grips Jylek's greataxe tightly "All of you will be fighting me at the same time. Let's see if any of you will manage a hit."
“Idon’tknowificandothis…” they say, stumbling back and sitting on the ground. Their presence worsens. It gets colder, shadows begin to flicker like flame, and nearby lights are quickly muted and snuffed. Lonely’s shadow tries to reach for shade, clawing at the dirt. Its claws leave visible marks in the ground. Physical ones.
terrified, a bunch of devils line up. Quite a few of them blame eachother for laughing and go to the back of the crowd.
"You can do it. You can do it. All you need to do is believe you can do it." Shade gets as close as he can and tries to comfort them.
"All of you hmm. I want to see 10'000 push ups, and then you will all apologize to this imp here. I will watch you do the push ups so don't try to lie." He puts the imp back down.
“Butifican’twhatwillJasonthinkyousaidifididthishe’dbeproudbutifidon’the’llbedisappointedIDON’TWANTTODISAPPOINTJASON-…” they say. Their shadow grabs onto shade and begins to dig their nails into them.
Reluctantly, a few of them start doing ten thousand push ups.
Shade tries to fight off the shadow, many more shades coming out of the Shadow part of the Astral Kingdom's garden "Jason couldn't be more proud of you Lonely! He wouldn't be disappointed if you failed!"
"I SAID ALL OF THE LAUGHERS! THE REST BETTER START DOING THEM! NOW!" He turn to the rest of the group "That's enough work for the rest of you today. Have a good one, and take a rest day tomorrow."
“wouldn’t he? I’ve made no progress whatsoever and if anything I’m only doing worse…” the ground around them starts to shake a small bit.
About half of them leave, while the other half stay to do the push ups.
“He wouldn’t, he would never lose his faith and trust in you. He sees nothing but himself in you, so please breathe because you can do this.”
After about 2,000 push ups Rag gets up “So all of you get the point right, if you make fun of anyone else I will know about it and will beat you. Now I’m going to go drink, you can stop.” He then runs off to find the Jailor and try her supply.
They take deep breaths. Their aura begins to recede as its effects fade, which is not what Lonely was trying to accomplish. Their breath speeds up a bit more.
the Jailor can be found right outside the chasm of Asmodeus, through a portal to Nessus. She’s surveying the many prisons and cells around the ravine.
"Lonely you can do this, I believe you can and so does Jason. Control your emotions, don't let them control you."
Rag picks them up and places them on his shoulder. He turns to everyone "This imp is a excellent fighter! All of you could learn from sparring with them! They managed 3 hits on me!"
“No no no nonononono…” they whisper, taking a few shallow breaths. “I need to-… sit down for a minute…” the plants in the garden begin to frost over, as does the ground. Lonely’s words seem to echo, as if they were all alone in a deep, dark cave.
A few of them snort, laugh, or chuckle. One of the pit fiends, the smallest of the large demons, begins cheering for the tiny imp. Then, a few others join in as well.
"Deep breaths Lonely, you can do this." He puts his hands on his shoulders, a warming gesture.
"EVERYONE WHO LAUGHED LINE UP NOW!" He grips Jylek's greataxe tightly "All of you will be fighting me at the same time. Let's see if any of you will manage a hit."
“Idon’tknowificandothis…” they say, stumbling back and sitting on the ground. Their presence worsens. It gets colder, shadows begin to flicker like flame, and nearby lights are quickly muted and snuffed. Lonely’s shadow tries to reach for shade, clawing at the dirt. Its claws leave visible marks in the ground. Physical ones.
terrified, a bunch of devils line up. Quite a few of them blame eachother for laughing and go to the back of the crowd.
"You can do it. You can do it. All you need to do is believe you can do it." Shade gets as close as he can and tries to comfort them.
"All of you hmm. I want to see 10'000 push ups, and then you will all apologize to this imp here. I will watch you do the push ups so don't try to lie." He puts the imp back down.
“Butifican’twhatwillJasonthinkyousaidifididthishe’dbeproudbutifidon’the’llbedisappointedIDON’TWANTTODISAPPOINTJASON-…” they say. Their shadow grabs onto shade and begins to dig their nails into them.
Reluctantly, a few of them start doing ten thousand push ups.
Shade tries to fight off the shadow, many more shades coming out of the Shadow part of the Astral Kingdom's garden "Jason couldn't be more proud of you Lonely! He wouldn't be disappointed if you failed!"
"I SAID ALL OF THE LAUGHERS! THE REST BETTER START DOING THEM! NOW!" He turn to the rest of the group "That's enough work for the rest of you today. Have a good one, and take a rest day tomorrow."
“wouldn’t he? I’ve made no progress whatsoever and if anything I’m only doing worse…” the ground around them starts to shake a small bit.
About half of them leave, while the other half stay to do the push ups.
“He wouldn’t, he would never lose his faith and trust in you. He sees nothing but himself in you, so please breathe because you can do this.”
After about 2,000 push ups Rag gets up “So all of you get the point right, if you make fun of anyone else I will know about it and will beat you. Now I’m going to go drink, you can stop.” He then runs off to find the Jailor and try her supply.
They take deep breaths. Their aura begins to recede as its effects fade, which is not what Lonely was trying to accomplish. Their breath speeds up a bit more.
the Jailor can be found right outside the chasm of Asmodeus, through a portal to Nessus. She’s surveying the many prisons and cells around the ravine.
“Don’t worry yourself Lonely, remain focused and keep your breaths slow.”
Rag walks beside her and puts his hands on his hips. He takes a deep breath “Beautiful view, and the landscape is nice too.” He winks at her. *Gtg*
*based on some really bad math that doesn’t consider anything like acceleration or differing factors of any sort so it probably isn’t very accurate, I’ve come up with about how deep the trench of Asmodeus in Nessus is, being around 25920 miles deep. Because it takes 9 days for someone to fall to the bottom… it probably isn’t very accurate, I don’t like math very much.*
*based on some really bad math that doesn’t consider anything like acceleration or differing factors of any sort so it probably isn’t very accurate, I’ve come up with about how deep the trench of Asmodeus in Nessus is, being around 25920 miles deep. Because it takes 9 days for someone to fall to the bottom… it probably isn’t very accurate, I don’t like math very much.*
*I don't know about the math,but if someone does fall down to the bottom of the trench, say hi to the big snake down there for me.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
An incredibly tall and well built man is wandering The Dome. Wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy white pants, he seems to be counting bills as a massive purple worm lies across his shoulders like a scarf. Despite his scraggly appearance, he radiates a aura of pure menace.
The cowboy elf from earlier is watching him from 60 feet away, trying to figure out if the purple worm is real or not.
The man continues wandering. Either not noticing the man or simply not caring *Also when I say purple worm, I don’t mean the dnd kind. As in a literal purple worm*
*ah. I see. Purple worms in dnd are quite enormous*
He walks up to the man, spinning his revolver in his hand.
”Why Hello there, Pardner.”
“Huh? Oh. Hello.” He turns around, revealing that the worm has a face, closed eyes with large and thick lids, as well as a thick lipped mouth as it makes a buzzing noise in supposed greeting
“Oh, eww… what is that thing?” They ask, gesturing to the worm. His hand is on his gun, Death’s hand.
“Don’t be mean.” He pats the worm on the head and it buzzes in pleasure “It’s a cursed spirit, born from the negative emotions of people.”
“alright…. Cursed spirit. Well, Howdy. What brings ya here?”
“Died, came back in someone else’s body, died again, spent a few years in purgatory and came here because I felt like it. How about you.”
“Well, I was sent here to kill someone, then another guy stopped me and bribed me with twice the money. So now I’m chillin’ here, because it’s pretty interesting.”
“So you’re an assassin too? Interesting.”
“Oh? What the coincidence. Who was your hardest to kill target?”
“Some brat named Satoru Gojo. I killed him, then he apparently didn’t die and killed me.”
*I’d put a link to the cult I’m in, but the Dragon Slayer/Butterfly Dragon club is in a PM*
A Tiefling walks through a portal, followed by a small group of Pygmy Behemoths, each corresponding to an element. They look around and mouth the words ‘I have arrived.
They take deep breaths. Their aura begins to recede as its effects fade, which is not what Lonely was trying to accomplish. Their breath speeds up a bit more.
the Jailor can be found right outside the chasm of Asmodeus, through a portal to Nessus. She’s surveying the many prisons and cells around the ravine.
“Don’t worry yourself Lonely, remain focused and keep your breaths slow.”
Rag walks beside her and puts his hands on his hips. He takes a deep breath “Beautiful view, and the landscape is nice too.” He winks at her. *Gtg*
*I'm back.*
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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.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
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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.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
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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.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
“Death and destruction in semi-mortal form.”
"May I see it in action? If it is not too much to ask of you."
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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.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
“Death and destruction in semi-mortal form.”
"May I see it in action? If it is not too much to ask of you."
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
“Death and destruction in semi-mortal form.”
"May I see it in action? If it is not too much to ask of you."
“Ha! No.”
"Fair enough I suppose. Understandable." He returns to his meditation.
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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.
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
“Death and destruction in semi-mortal form.”
"May I see it in action? If it is not too much to ask of you."
“Ha! No.”
"Fair enough I suppose. Understandable." He returns to his meditation.
They take deep breaths. Their aura begins to recede as its effects fade, which is not what Lonely was trying to accomplish. Their breath speeds up a bit more.
the Jailor can be found right outside the chasm of Asmodeus, through a portal to Nessus. She’s surveying the many prisons and cells around the ravine.
“Don’t worry yourself Lonely, remain focused and keep your breaths slow.”
Rag walks beside her and puts his hands on his hips. He takes a deep breath “Beautiful view, and the landscape is nice too.” He winks at her. *Gtg*
*based on some really bad math that doesn’t consider anything like acceleration or differing factors of any sort so it probably isn’t very accurate, I’ve come up with about how deep the trench of Asmodeus in Nessus is, being around 25920 miles deep. Because it takes 9 days for someone to fall to the bottom… it probably isn’t very accurate, I don’t like math very much.*
*I don't know about the math,but if someone does fall down to the bottom of the trench, say hi to the big snake down there for me.*
"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
“Some brat named Satoru Gojo. I killed him, then he apparently didn’t die and killed me.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
*I’d put a link to the cult I’m in, but the Dragon Slayer/Butterfly Dragon club is in a PM*
A Tiefling walks through a portal, followed by a small group of Pygmy Behemoths, each corresponding to an element. They look around and mouth the words ‘I have arrived.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Toji is playing solitaire
The man with the bat is meditating
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
*I'm back.*
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
Sekiro is also meditating, his oni mask and blade leaking the same death energy, ominous and evil seeming.
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
He senses a similar energy coming from the man, not evil persay, but definitely not well meaning
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
Sekiro stands up and walks over to him, his hand always resting on his blade, he leans down and speaks in a strange voice "What is that energy coming off of you?"
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
“What’s the energy coming off you?” He doesn’t open his eyes
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Fair, the energy of immortal death, and yours?" He sits crosslegged in front of him.
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
“Death and destruction in semi-mortal form.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"May I see it in action? If it is not too much to ask of you."
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
“Ha! No.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Fair enough I suppose. Understandable." He returns to his meditation.
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
“So what brings you here?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"I had already completed my duty as a samurai. So I travel as a Ronin."
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
“I knew a samurai. One of the last ones.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist