"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Zodiac appears next to her. "Sup?"
"Well hello my galactically dapper little morsel, how fairs this fine day on the field of blood and murder?" Coronet says enthusiastically.
"Very well, actually, tea?"
"Oh that would be delightful darling. I'll go get the sugar and screamer" She says as she darts inside her ice castle.
"Thank you, Coronet."
She would soon appear with a very fancy magical tea set, complete with a regular container of sugar and a container that looks to be for creamer but it is shaking a bit and the faintest sound of a scream can be heard.
"Is there a soul trapped inside there? If so, can I eat it?"
"Quite possibly, I know Hades brand screamer tends to use only the best agonizing shrieks on the market for their screamer, and since the best are typically the shrieks of the spirits destiny for the lower hells, its not too uncommon that the occasional soul gets trapped within. One cube or two?" She asks casually.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Donquixote turn, a mad and predatory smile carving its way across his face “Well some people happen to take the spotlight.”
"Oh I know right? Really such a powerful figure such as himself, quite the specimen of chaos and total destruction. He would get all the ladies back home if he wasn't such a grumpy old man. Hells below he is quite the catch. But I respect his preferences even if they are baffling" She says as she is making some tea.
“Of course, look at that strong dragon lord, I would never see myself knocking him off his high pedestal, after all, what is one man against any god?” At the last bit he laughs a mad laugh “But what is a god against a Non-believer?!” He goes into a full mad laugh before stopping suddenly.
"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Zodiac appears next to her. "Sup?"
"Well hello my galactically dapper little morsel, how fairs this fine day on the field of blood and murder?" Coronet says enthusiastically.
"Very well, actually, tea?"
"Oh that would be delightful darling. I'll go get the sugar and screamer" She says as she darts inside her ice castle.
"Thank you, Coronet."
She would soon appear with a very fancy magical tea set, complete with a regular container of sugar and a container that looks to be for creamer but it is shaking a bit and the faintest sound of a scream can be heard.
"Is there a soul trapped inside there? If so, can I eat it?"
"Quite possibly, I know Hades brand screamer tends to use only the best agonizing shrieks on the market for their screamer, and since the best are typically the shrieks of the spirits destiny for the lower hells, its not too uncommon that the occasional soul gets trapped within. One cube or two?" She asks casually.
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
Donquixote is walking around the area, when he spots Ragnaris and approaches “Are you Ragnaris, because I believe I work with your grandson?”
He ignores the question, but immediately perks uo when he mentions Rag's name. "You know Ragnerious?! Tell me, how is he faring in the vile layman's court?"
He smiles, his face giving off that an aura of a monstrous predator but he can tell he speaks honestly “I don’t know, I only know of him, I haven’t had the privilege of meeting him.”
"I see. Well, what brings you to me? Does Abaddon wish to make me feel even more miserable?" He slumps to the ground, causing a minor tremor to run through the earth. He almost ends up crushing Don.
Don doesn’t flinch, simply watching him slump down “Of course not, I am my own man as much as any other. Abaddon may give orders, but that doesn’t mean I follow them.” He sits down and lights a smoke, taking a deep breath.
"You still take orders from that wretch. Well, if not that, then what?"
“Curiosity I suppose, I’ve heard of you myself and you sparked my interest.”
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
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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.
"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Donquixote turn, a mad and predatory smile carving its way across his face “Well some people happen to take the spotlight.”
"Oh I know right? Really such a powerful figure such as himself, quite the specimen of chaos and total destruction. He would get all the ladies back home if he wasn't such a grumpy old man. Hells below he is quite the catch. But I respect his preferences even if they are baffling" She says as she is making some tea.
“Of course, look at that strong dragon lord, I would never see myself knocking him off his high pedestal, after all, what is one man against any god?” At the last bit he laughs a mad laugh “But what is a god against a Non-believer?!” He goes into a full mad laugh before stopping suddenly.
"Oh well you sound like a fun fellow, always happy to me another that spits in the face of he status quo, regardless of the outcome."she says with a cackle.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
Donquixote is walking around the area, when he spots Ragnaris and approaches “Are you Ragnaris, because I believe I work with your grandson?”
He ignores the question, but immediately perks uo when he mentions Rag's name. "You know Ragnerious?! Tell me, how is he faring in the vile layman's court?"
He smiles, his face giving off that an aura of a monstrous predator but he can tell he speaks honestly “I don’t know, I only know of him, I haven’t had the privilege of meeting him.”
"I see. Well, what brings you to me? Does Abaddon wish to make me feel even more miserable?" He slumps to the ground, causing a minor tremor to run through the earth. He almost ends up crushing Don.
Don doesn’t flinch, simply watching him slump down “Of course not, I am my own man as much as any other. Abaddon may give orders, but that doesn’t mean I follow them.” He sits down and lights a smoke, taking a deep breath.
"You still take orders from that wretch. Well, if not that, then what?"
“Curiosity I suppose, I’ve heard of you myself and you sparked my interest.”
"Hmm. And so you decided to visit me. Well, am I living up to what you heard?", he grumbles.
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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.
"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Zodiac appears next to her. "Sup?"
"Well hello my galactically dapper little morsel, how fairs this fine day on the field of blood and murder?" Coronet says enthusiastically.
"Very well, actually, tea?"
"Oh that would be delightful darling. I'll go get the sugar and screamer" She says as she darts inside her ice castle.
"Thank you, Coronet."
She would soon appear with a very fancy magical tea set, complete with a regular container of sugar and a container that looks to be for creamer but it is shaking a bit and the faintest sound of a scream can be heard.
"Is there a soul trapped inside there? If so, can I eat it?"
"Quite possibly, I know Hades brand screamer tends to use only the best agonizing shrieks on the market for their screamer, and since the best are typically the shrieks of the spirits destiny for the lower hells, its not too uncommon that the occasional soul gets trapped within. One cube or two?" She asks casually.
"Two please."
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Well, it seems the great Ragnaris is quite popular today!" Coronet calls out from atop her icy castle.
Donquixote turn, a mad and predatory smile carving its way across his face “Well some people happen to take the spotlight.”
"Oh I know right? Really such a powerful figure such as himself, quite the specimen of chaos and total destruction. He would get all the ladies back home if he wasn't such a grumpy old man. Hells below he is quite the catch. But I respect his preferences even if they are baffling" She says as she is making some tea.
“Of course, look at that strong dragon lord, I would never see myself knocking him off his high pedestal, after all, what is one man against any god?” At the last bit he laughs a mad laugh “But what is a god against a Non-believer?!” He goes into a full mad laugh before stopping suddenly.
"Oh well you sound like a fun fellow, always happy to me another that spits in the face of he status quo, regardless of the outcome."she says with a cackle.
“All I have is fun, I’m called the gambler for one reason or another.” The air around him seems darker than it should be suddenly, she doesn’t realize until now “Risks are everywhere I’m about.”
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
Suddenly, Ragnaris feels someone next to him. "Hi!"
He turns his head toward the person, obviously a bit surprised. "Greetings. Who may you be?"
He sees a 18 year old with blood red hair in a black tuxedo with a red tie, and who has eyes that are the universe, all the stars and nebula and stuff. "Zodiac, pleasure to be meeting you, what's your name?"
He bends down low, so that his massive eyes are level with Zodiac's. "My name is Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. What brings you here to this dome?"
"I was bored, and do you want to hear my titles?"
"Go ahead. I do not have anywhere else to be. But just know this: if one of your titles happens to be 'Dragonslayer', I will strike you down where you stand."
"Do not worry, I like dragons. I am the Ruler of endless blood, Godslayer, The Lord Atop The Iron Throne, Grandson of the Antichrist, Descendant of Lucifer, King of Chaos, The Trueborn of Chaos, Voidsoul, and more."
"'Descendant of Lucifer'?" He begins to chuckle. "You must be quite the powerful daemon, aren't 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.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
Donquixote is walking around the area, when he spots Ragnaris and approaches “Are you Ragnaris, because I believe I work with your grandson?”
He ignores the question, but immediately perks uo when he mentions Rag's name. "You know Ragnerious?! Tell me, how is he faring in the vile layman's court?"
He smiles, his face giving off that an aura of a monstrous predator but he can tell he speaks honestly “I don’t know, I only know of him, I haven’t had the privilege of meeting him.”
"I see. Well, what brings you to me? Does Abaddon wish to make me feel even more miserable?" He slumps to the ground, causing a minor tremor to run through the earth. He almost ends up crushing Don.
Don doesn’t flinch, simply watching him slump down “Of course not, I am my own man as much as any other. Abaddon may give orders, but that doesn’t mean I follow them.” He sits down and lights a smoke, taking a deep breath.
"You still take orders from that wretch. Well, if not that, then what?"
“Curiosity I suppose, I’ve heard of you myself and you sparked my interest.”
"Hmm. And so you decided to visit me. Well, am I living up to what you heard?", he grumbles.
“Well I haven’t seen you burn down any villages just yet, but from what I’ve seen, your grandson must be quite the wonder himself.”
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
“You’re a massive dragon. Can’t be that hard.”
"My size only makes it harder. Trying to find a pool of water deep enough to accommodate me is such a hassle."
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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.
"Quite possibly, I know Hades brand screamer tends to use only the best agonizing shrieks on the market for their screamer, and since the best are typically the shrieks of the spirits destiny for the lower hells, its not too uncommon that the occasional soul gets trapped within. One cube or two?" She asks casually.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Of course, look at that strong dragon lord, I would never see myself knocking him off his high pedestal, after all, what is one man against any god?” At the last bit he laughs a mad laugh “But what is a god against a Non-believer?!” He goes into a full mad laugh before stopping suddenly.
"Two please."
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Curiosity I suppose, I’ve heard of you myself and you sparked my interest.”
Alacreus is running around at the speed of sound.
doom duck is flying around.
Lonely is walking around, trying and failing to follow their dog, Alacreus.
Arch is contemplating introducing either an archfey based off of a chess set or the world tre(ant)
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
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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Zodiac appears beside Lonely. "Hello Lonely!"
"Oh well you sound like a fun fellow, always happy to me another that spits in the face of he status quo, regardless of the outcome." she says with a cackle.
"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
"Hmm. And so you decided to visit me. Well, am I living up to what you heard?", he grumbles.
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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They turn around.
”Oh, hiya! We’ve met before, right?”
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"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
"Yeah, and remember how you told me about the ultimate evil being the raccoon in your garden?"
“All I have is fun, I’m called the gambler for one reason or another.” The air around him seems darker than it should be suddenly, she doesn’t realize until now “Risks are everywhere I’m about.”
“You’re a massive dragon. Can’t be that hard.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"'Descendant of Lucifer'?" He begins to chuckle. "You must be quite the powerful daemon, aren't 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 I haven’t seen you burn down any villages just yet, but from what I’ve seen, your grandson must be quite the wonder himself.”
"My size only makes it harder. Trying to find a pool of water deep enough to accommodate me is such a hassle."
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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“Oh yeah! That raccoon was mean, let me tell you…”