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?"
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?"
"Well, I'm only part daemon."
"And the other part?", he asks inquisitively.
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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.
“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.”
"Oh, well we all need a pastime to help pass the days, don't we mister tall, dark, and auraly spooky." She says chuckling. "Love the dark and edgy aura by the way, always a fan favorite in this dracoliches heart....IF I HAD ONE" She cackles madly, her three grinning skulls swinging wildly on their neck vertebrate in laughter.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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."
“Have you ever heard of, I don’t know, the ocean?”
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?"
"Well, I'm only part daemon."
"And the other part?", he asks inquisitively.
"Well I'm part daemon part angel part elf part Creator of everything."
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."
“Have you ever heard of, I don’t know, the ocean?”
He growls louder, causing the scales under the man to vibrate. "Of course I have heard of the ocean. But there is another thing about what you are doing: it is rude to mount a dragon unless they give consent. SO GET. OFF!" He starts shaking his immense head from side to side, attempting to knock the man off.
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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.
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"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.”
"Oh, well we all need a pastime to help pass the days, don't we mister tall, dark, and auraly spooky." She says chuckling. "Love the dark and edgy aura by the way, always a fan favorite in this dracoliches heart....IF I HAD ONE" She cackles madly, her three grinning skulls swinging wildly on their neck vertebrate in laughter.
He cackles himself, and his teeth seem to shift in his mouth, becoming sharper, he’s a pretty handsome guy, it’s almost scary “I like you! You’re fun! The shadowy aura isn’t exactly something I have complete control over, just something my powers do.” The aura becomes wavy like when there is too much heat in one area.
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)
Zodiac appears beside Lonely. "Hello Lonely!"
They turn around.
”Oh, hiya! We’ve met before, right?”
"Yeah, and remember how you told me about the ultimate evil being the raccoon in your garden?"
“Oh yeah! That raccoon was mean, let me tell you…”
"Well, I found out my great grand dad, Lucifer, keeps turning into a raccoon and tormenting someone that sounds like you."
“Oh, it was your great grandad! What a coincidence! But seriously, that raccoon was the woooorst…”
"Sorry bout that, but I told him to stop."
“Well thanks for that! Anyways, how are you doing?”
"Good, how about you?"
“Great! I’ve been trying to practice swordfighting, and also doing some magic!”
"Magic is fun, I taught some to my adopted daughter, do you want me to teach you some?"
“That could be fun! But the magic I’ve been practicing so far is just my natural magic, I don’t even know why I have it but I’ve never done anything else.”
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"Well, I'm only part daemon."
*If you do the world tree, I wish to become you Ratatoskr*
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Well, I found out my great grand dad, Lucifer, keeps turning into a raccoon and tormenting someone that sounds like you."
*Zodiac in his book stopped Ragnarok.*
"And the other part?", he asks inquisitively.
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, well we all need a pastime to help pass the days, don't we mister tall, dark, and auraly spooky." She says chuckling. "Love the dark and edgy aura by the way, always a fan favorite in this dracoliches heart....IF I HAD ONE" She cackles madly, her three grinning skulls swinging wildly on their neck vertebrate in laughter.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Oh, it was your great grandad! What a coincidence! But seriously, that raccoon was the woooorst…”
“Have you ever heard of, I don’t know, the ocean?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Well I'm part daemon part angel part elf part Creator of everything."
*lets do it*
*would we need someone to play as an overpowered giant eagle and lindwurm as well then? Because that’d be pretty awesome too.*
"Sorry bout that, but I told him to stop."
“Well thanks for that! Anyways, how are you doing?”
He growls louder, causing the scales under the man to vibrate. "Of course I have heard of the ocean. But there is another thing about what you are doing: it is rude to mount a dragon unless they give consent. SO GET. OFF!" He starts shaking his immense head from side to side, attempting to knock the man off.
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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"Good, how about you?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"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
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
“Great! I’ve been trying to practice swordfighting, and also doing some magic!”
He cackles himself, and his teeth seem to shift in his mouth, becoming sharper, he’s a pretty handsome guy, it’s almost scary “I like you! You’re fun! The shadowy aura isn’t exactly something I have complete control over, just something my powers do.” The aura becomes wavy like when there is too much heat in one area.
"Magic is fun, I taught some to my adopted daughter, do you want me to teach you some?"
“That could be fun! But the magic I’ve been practicing so far is just my natural magic, I don’t even know why I have it but I’ve never done anything else.”