Jason is passing out invitations to his barbecue in the most dramatic way he can think of, the invitations fluttering down from the sky on top of celestial butterflies the color of Jason’s eyes.
The pumpkin-helmed creature is sniffing out the barbecue, stumbling over bits of terrain. It does not seem to have gotten an invitation, despite them being everywhere. The lack of eye holes in its helmet may be the reason for this. "Kind One, provide for me..." it mutters over and over.
They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
Jason is passing out invitations to his barbecue in the most dramatic way he can think of, the invitations fluttering down from the sky on top of celestial butterflies the color of Jason’s eyes.
The pumpkin-helmed creature is sniffing out the barbecue, stumbling over bits of terrain. It does not seem to have gotten an invitation, despite them being everywhere. The lack of eye holes in its helmet may be the reason for this. "Kind One, provide for me..." it mutters over and over.
They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
Jason, being of such power, would almost certainly notice the sheer vileness this strange intruder contains. Regardless of whether he does or not, the beast seems to lack any sort of violent intent to go with the myriad of violent sins stained into its soul. It simply turns its head toward the Australian man, tasting the air to make up for its lack of sight. Its shiny teeth twitch as it speaks. "May I have a burger please, my gentle friend?"
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
Jason is passing out invitations to his barbecue in the most dramatic way he can think of, the invitations fluttering down from the sky on top of celestial butterflies the color of Jason’s eyes.
The pumpkin-helmed creature is sniffing out the barbecue, stumbling over bits of terrain. It does not seem to have gotten an invitation, despite them being everywhere. The lack of eye holes in its helmet may be the reason for this. "Kind One, provide for me..." it mutters over and over.
They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
Jason, being of such power, would almost certainly notice the sheer vileness this strange intruder contains. Regardless of whether he does or not, the beast seems to lack any sort of violent intent to go with the myriad of violent sins stained into its soul. It simply turns its head toward the Australian man, tasting the air to make up for its lack of sight. Its shiny teeth twitch as it speaks. "May I have a burger please, my gentle friend?"
“Gentle, I haven’t heard myself be called that one before. Sure thing, a burger you will have, but if you try to harm anyone inside here, you won’t ever leave.” His voice gets cold back the end before he goes back to cooking “Your seat is behind you friend.” Suddenly there is a seat just right for him behind him.
The invitation for the barbecue lands on Ragnaris's snout. He strains to look at it, and manages to make out the location and the event. He walks over to where he is supposed to be and waits.
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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.
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
“You don’t need to eat? So are you always hungry? Or always full?…”
The invitation for the barbecue lands on Ragnaris's snout. He strains to look at it, and manages to make out the location and the event. He walks over to where he is supposed to be and waits.
He walks into the astral kingdom, the gate shaping to fit his size, he sees everyone there, including Jason so who is cooking up a storm with his burgers and hotdogs. He waves to Ragnaris.
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
“You don’t need to eat? So are you always hungry? Or always full?…”
“I am rather always at a place of satisfaction, the point where you are no longer hungry.”
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
“You don’t need to eat? So are you always hungry? Or always full?…”
“I am rather always at a place of satisfaction, the point where you are no longer hungry.”
Jason is passing out invitations to his barbecue in the most dramatic way he can think of, the invitations fluttering down from the sky on top of celestial butterflies the color of Jason’s eyes.
The pumpkin-helmed creature is sniffing out the barbecue, stumbling over bits of terrain. It does not seem to have gotten an invitation, despite them being everywhere. The lack of eye holes in its helmet may be the reason for this. "Kind One, provide for me..." it mutters over and over.
They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
Jason, being of such power, would almost certainly notice the sheer vileness this strange intruder contains. Regardless of whether he does or not, the beast seems to lack any sort of violent intent to go with the myriad of violent sins stained into its soul. It simply turns its head toward the Australian man, tasting the air to make up for its lack of sight. Its shiny teeth twitch as it speaks. "May I have a burger please, my gentle friend?"
“Gentle, I haven’t heard myself be called that one before. Sure thing, a burger you will have, but if you try to harm anyone inside here, you won’t ever leave.” His voice gets cold back the end before he goes back to cooking “Your seat is behind you friend.” Suddenly there is a seat just right for him behind him.
The creature feels the chair out with its tail before sitting. "I would never hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, friend. Anyone can be redeemed, after all. My sword... it's just for any situation where I lack the time to counsel the wicked. When lives are on the line, a sword is good to have."
The being coughs harshly, bloody saliva dripping down onto its heavy leather apron. Now up close, Jason can see that the clothes it wears are those of a prisoner in the workforce: cheap cloth clothes, dirty and patched, and a heavy leather apron and gloves. It lacks the chains one would expect of an escaped prisoner, however.
*Hey, Jason is having a barbecue, also how are you?*
*I’m doing great! How about you?*
Lonely is at the barbecue, having fun.
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
“You don’t need to eat? So are you always hungry? Or always full?…”
“I am rather always at a place of satisfaction, the point where you are no longer hungry.”
Korizek would slink into the astral realm from one of the portals.
"I heard....sustenance will be provided...?"
Jason smiles and waves “The food is on the grill mate, just give it time.”
"I can be...patient...." The crocodilian creature says as he sits, his multitude of tongue stretching out of the orifices on his back to taste the air excitedly.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The invitation for the barbecue lands on Ragnaris's snout. He strains to look at it, and manages to make out the location and the event. He walks over to where he is supposed to be and waits.
He walks into the astral kingdom, the gate shaping to fit his size, he sees everyone there, including Jason so who is cooking up a storm with his burgers and hotdogs. He waves to Ragnaris.
Ragnaris looks around, seemingly confused. "What is going on here?"
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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.
Jason is passing out invitations to his barbecue in the most dramatic way he can think of, the invitations fluttering down from the sky on top of celestial butterflies the color of Jason’s eyes.
The pumpkin-helmed creature is sniffing out the barbecue, stumbling over bits of terrain. It does not seem to have gotten an invitation, despite them being everywhere. The lack of eye holes in its helmet may be the reason for this. "Kind One, provide for me..." it mutters over and over.
They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
Jason, being of such power, would almost certainly notice the sheer vileness this strange intruder contains. Regardless of whether he does or not, the beast seems to lack any sort of violent intent to go with the myriad of violent sins stained into its soul. It simply turns its head toward the Australian man, tasting the air to make up for its lack of sight. Its shiny teeth twitch as it speaks. "May I have a burger please, my gentle friend?"
“Gentle, I haven’t heard myself be called that one before. Sure thing, a burger you will have, but if you try to harm anyone inside here, you won’t ever leave.” His voice gets cold back the end before he goes back to cooking “Your seat is behind you friend.” Suddenly there is a seat just right for him behind him.
The creature feels the chair out with its tail before sitting. "I would never hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, friend. Anyone can be redeemed, after all. My sword... it's just for any situation where I lack the time to counsel the wicked. When lives are on the line, a sword is good to have."
The being coughs harshly, bloody saliva dripping down onto its heavy leather apron. Now up close, Jason can see that the clothes it wears are those of a prisoner in the workforce: cheap cloth clothes, dirty and patched, and a heavy leather apron and gloves. It lacks the chains one would expect of an escaped prisoner, however.
“Hmm. Well if you say so, I’d rather not look into your soul and see for myself, considering the pain it would cause you.” He walks over with a burger and hands in to them.
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They walk though the astral portal, walking into an extravagant garden area, an oppressive but kind aura around them, suppress any aura they have themselves, a regular seeming Australian man is standing at a grill, a kiss the cook apron on “G’day mate.” He says in a strong accent “Burgers or hotdogs?”
*yeah, it’s going to be like 200 feet tall or something*
*Doing fabulously.*
Himy’s characters, Coronet, and Boop’s character are there, all enjoying the good vibes, Shade standing next to Lonely. *Will the cowboy guy be there too?*
*thinking about it, but he is also absolutely terrified of Jason*
”Hiya, shade! How are ya doing?”
Jason, being of such power, would almost certainly notice the sheer vileness this strange intruder contains. Regardless of whether he does or not, the beast seems to lack any sort of violent intent to go with the myriad of violent sins stained into its soul. It simply turns its head toward the Australian man, tasting the air to make up for its lack of sight. Its shiny teeth twitch as it speaks. "May I have a burger please, my gentle friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Understandable, Jason is a monster that scares other monsters into suicide, and yes he actually has done that.*
“Watching over you young one. Also I do not need to eat, so the barbecue isn’t that appealing.”
Korizek would slink into the astral realm from one of the portals.
"I heard....sustenance will be provided...?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Gentle, I haven’t heard myself be called that one before. Sure thing, a burger you will have, but if you try to harm anyone inside here, you won’t ever leave.” His voice gets cold back the end before he goes back to cooking “Your seat is behind you friend.” Suddenly there is a seat just right for him behind him.
The invitation for the barbecue lands on Ragnaris's snout. He strains to look at it, and manages to make out the location and the event. He walks over to where he is supposed to be and waits.
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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“You don’t need to eat? So are you always hungry? Or always full?…”
He walks into the astral kingdom, the gate shaping to fit his size, he sees everyone there, including Jason so who is cooking up a storm with his burgers and hotdogs. He waves to Ragnaris.
“I am rather always at a place of satisfaction, the point where you are no longer hungry.”
Jason smiles and waves “The food is on the grill mate, just give it time.”
"Hi Ragnaris! Come on, Join the feasting!" Coronet calls out as she is devouring her large burger beast.
"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
“Huh… weird.”
The creature feels the chair out with its tail before sitting. "I would never hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, friend. Anyone can be redeemed, after all. My sword... it's just for any situation where I lack the time to counsel the wicked. When lives are on the line, a sword is good to have."
The being coughs harshly, bloody saliva dripping down onto its heavy leather apron. Now up close, Jason can see that the clothes it wears are those of a prisoner in the workforce: cheap cloth clothes, dirty and patched, and a heavy leather apron and gloves. It lacks the chains one would expect of an escaped prisoner, however.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I think it is quite unusual myself.”
"I can be...patient...." The crocodilian creature says as he sits, his multitude of tongue stretching out of the orifices on his back to taste the air excitedly.
"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
Ragnaris looks around, seemingly confused. "What is going on here?"
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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“Hmm. Well if you say so, I’d rather not look into your soul and see for myself, considering the pain it would cause you.” He walks over with a burger and hands in to them.