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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
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.
“ let me fix your voice while you’re here.” He waves a hand and it is once more easy to speak common.
"Hi Ragnaris! Come on, Join the feasting!" Coronet calls out as she is devouring her large burger beast.
"Greetings, Coronet. What is happening? I do not understand what a 'barbecue' is." He shows her the invitation, which is impaled on the tip on one of his claws.
(My mental image of her eating a burger with three heads is so goofy.)
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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.
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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
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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.
"Hi Ragnaris! Come on, Join the feasting!" Coronet calls out as she is devouring her large burger beast.
"Greetings, Coronet. What is happening? I do not understand what a 'barbecue' is." He shows her the invitation, which is impaled on the tip on one of his claws.
(My mental image of her eating a burger with three heads is so goofy.)
"Its where you come to eat food!"
(It's even better if you also image that the burger also looks like this.)
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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
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.
“ let me fix your voice while you’re here.” He waves a hand and it is once more easy to speak common.
"Thank you Jason, that is very much appreciated." Korizek says after a moment.
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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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
"I see. Do you have anything large enough for me to consume? Perhaps a tarrasque?"
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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.
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.
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
"Hi Ragnaris! Come on, Join the feasting!" Coronet calls out as she is devouring her large burger beast.
"Greetings, Coronet. What is happening? I do not understand what a 'barbecue' is." He shows her the invitation, which is impaled on the tip on one of his claws.
(My mental image of her eating a burger with three heads is so goofy.)
"Its where you come to eat food!"
(It's even better if you also image that the burger also looks like this.)
"Hmm. Very well then."
(Burger mimic!)
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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.
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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
"I see. Do you have anything large enough for me to consume? Perhaps a tarrasque?"
“I’ve got something similar, though the flavor is a bit bad because it died very afraid.” He pops a giant monster in front of him.
"Hi Ragnaris! Come on, Join the feasting!" Coronet calls out as she is devouring her large burger beast.
"Greetings, Coronet. What is happening? I do not understand what a 'barbecue' is." He shows her the invitation, which is impaled on the tip on one of his claws.
(My mental image of her eating a burger with three heads is so goofy.)
"Its where you come to eat food!"
(It's even better if you also image that the burger also looks like this.)
"Hmm. Very well then."
(Burger mimic!)
She goes back to eating her burger monster.
(It was the first thing that came to my mind. Early Yugioh monsters are so goofy)
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
"I see. Do you have anything large enough for me to consume? Perhaps a tarrasque?"
“I’ve got something similar, though the flavor is a bit bad because it died very afraid.” He pops a giant monster in front of him.
"Thank you." He takes a deep breath, then exhales a small torrent of white-hot flame. The monster in front of Ragnaris is cooked within seconds. He then begins to tear into it.
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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.
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?"
He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
"Hmm. So is this some sort of feast?"
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
"I see. Do you have anything large enough for me to consume? Perhaps a tarrasque?"
“I’ve got something similar, though the flavor is a bit bad because it died very afraid.” He pops a giant monster in front of him.
"Thank you." He takes a deep breath, then exhales a small torrent of white-hot flame. The monster in front of Ragnaris is cooked within seconds. He then begins to tear into it.
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
“My names is Asano, Jason Asano, adventurer.” He taps him on the head and walks back to the grill, continuing to grill the burgers.
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
“My names is Asano, Jason Asano, adventurer.” He taps him on the head and walks back to the grill, continuing to grill the burgers.
There is an echoing, hollow clank, causing the beast to panic. It shakes its head violently for a moment, then stops. "P-please do not do that, Mr. Asano. When I was bricked up in the bakehouses, the flies... they would clank against my helm... then they would crawl inside... and begin to feast..." It hangs its head, blood dribbling out of its lipless mouth onto the burger on its lap.
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
“My names is Asano, Jason Asano, adventurer.” He taps him on the head and walks back to the grill, continuing to grill the burgers.
There is an echoing, hollow clank, causing the beast to panic. It shakes its head violently for a moment, then stops. "P-please do not do that, Mr. Asano. When I was bricked up in the bakehouses, the flies... they would clank against my helm... then they would crawl inside... and begin to feast..." It hangs its head, blood dribbling out of its lipless mouth onto the burger on its lap.
“Oh sorry about that, while you’re here it will be fixed.” He waves a hand and he feels his aura around him, suddenly he is healed and actually better than he was before “When you are here, you will be better than you are outside.”
The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
“My names is Asano, Jason Asano, adventurer.” He taps him on the head and walks back to the grill, continuing to grill the burgers.
There is an echoing, hollow clank, causing the beast to panic. It shakes its head violently for a moment, then stops. "P-please do not do that, Mr. Asano. When I was bricked up in the bakehouses, the flies... they would clank against my helm... then they would crawl inside... and begin to feast..." It hangs its head, blood dribbling out of its lipless mouth onto the burger on its lap.
“Oh sorry about that, while you’re here it will be fixed.” He waves a hand and he feels his aura around him, suddenly he is healed and actually better than he was before “When you are here, you will be better than you are outside.”
The healing doesn't seem to work quite right. The injuries are "healed" in the sense that the wounds are closed, but no life energy actually enters the thing. It would seem that it isn't truly alive. "Thank you, good sir. I cannot imagine a way to repay your kindness, other than by a sermon. I will gladly tell you of Carcassonne when you have the time, so that you may be saved while you breathe. I was not given such a mercy in my life, but everyone deserves a chance."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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He smiles “Having a good ol fashion barbecue. Food and fun my friend.”
“ let me fix your voice while you’re here.” He waves a hand and it is once more easy to speak common.
"Greetings, Coronet. What is happening? I do not understand what a 'barbecue' is." He shows her the invitation, which is impaled on the tip on one of his claws.
(My mental image of her eating a burger with three heads is so goofy.)
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. So is this some sort of feast?"
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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"Its where you come to eat food!"
(It's even better if you also image that the burger also looks like this.)
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Feast is close I suppose, a good barbecue deserves good food.”
"Thank you Jason, that is very much appreciated." Korizek says after a moment.
"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 see. Do you have anything large enough for me to consume? Perhaps a tarrasque?"
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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The creature feels the air before finally getting a good grip on the plate. "If it would make you more comfortable, please take a look. My soul has been savaged before, and I have learned to handle such pains. It is not a question of tolerance, but determination. Or so I believe." It pushes the burger into the hole in its helmet, devouring it ravenously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hmm. Very well then."
(Burger mimic!)
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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“I’ve got something similar, though the flavor is a bit bad because it died very afraid.” He pops a giant monster in front of him.
She goes back to eating her burger monster.
(It was the first thing that came to my mind. Early Yugioh monsters are so goofy)
"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
He smiles and nods “I would know that just as much as you would, the only reading my aura is so strong is soul ravaging, and having a will that ends up being unbeatable.” He gives him a second burger, just in case and walks back to the grill.
"Thank you." He takes a deep breath, then exhales a small torrent of white-hot flame. The monster in front of Ragnaris is cooked within seconds. He then begins to tear into it.
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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“Don’t mention it, it’s the least I could do.”
The beast holds the burger beneath its mouth hole, at an angle so that it can see the burger and admire it. "My name is Manceron. May I hear yours?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“My names is Asano, Jason Asano, adventurer.” He taps him on the head and walks back to the grill, continuing to grill the burgers.
There is an echoing, hollow clank, causing the beast to panic. It shakes its head violently for a moment, then stops. "P-please do not do that, Mr. Asano. When I was bricked up in the bakehouses, the flies... they would clank against my helm... then they would crawl inside... and begin to feast..." It hangs its head, blood dribbling out of its lipless mouth onto the burger on its lap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh sorry about that, while you’re here it will be fixed.” He waves a hand and he feels his aura around him, suddenly he is healed and actually better than he was before “When you are here, you will be better than you are outside.”
The healing doesn't seem to work quite right. The injuries are "healed" in the sense that the wounds are closed, but no life energy actually enters the thing. It would seem that it isn't truly alive. "Thank you, good sir. I cannot imagine a way to repay your kindness, other than by a sermon. I will gladly tell you of Carcassonne when you have the time, so that you may be saved while you breathe. I was not given such a mercy in my life, but everyone deserves a chance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels