Galighorelk is practicing with the strange glaive he had earlier.
Ragnaris has just come back with three tarrasques, and is dragging them into the arena by their tails.
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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.
A man in a hybrid ship's captain/high-class chef's uniform enters the dome. He has a generically attractive face, as if you could pick it up off a shelf under the aisle "handsome," but his eyes are dark and pitiless. On his belt is an oversized kitchen knife, its sheath covered in withered angelic feathers.
"..." He sheds a tear. "I hope we can still be friends."
“How many people?” They whisper.
"I-i-i... I don't know."
“More than ten? Twenty?”
"Lonely, you will hate the answer."
They get up, and start to walk away. They look back, tears in their eyes.
Alacreus is confused, trying to tackle and bark at Zodiac to get the storms to stop.
"Lonely please! Don't leave me!"
“Why shouldn’t i?”
"I-i-i... I don't know."
“Why should I be friends with you when you’ve killed… however many people you’ve just killed… multiple times over?” The air becomes cold around Lonely, and the area around them loses their color. Shadows on the ground flicker like flames and strange, two dimensional tendrils of shadow expand out from Lonely’s shadow.
"..." He sheds a tear. "I hope we can still be friends."
“How many people?” They whisper.
"I-i-i... I don't know."
“More than ten? Twenty?”
"Lonely, you will hate the answer."
They get up, and start to walk away. They look back, tears in their eyes.
Alacreus is confused, trying to tackle and bark at Zodiac to get the storms to stop.
"Lonely please! Don't leave me!"
“Why shouldn’t i?”
"I-i-i... I don't know."
“Why should I be friends with you when you’ve killed… however many people you’ve just killed… multiple times over?” The air becomes cold around Lonely, and the area around them loses their color. Shadows on the ground flicker like flames and strange, two dimensional tendrils of shadow expand out from Lonely’s shadow.
"I... I'm sorry. Truly. But I know that it can't change anything."
Galighorelk is practicing with the strange glaive he had earlier.
Ragnaris has just come back with three tarrasques, and is dragging them into the arena by their tails.
Zodiac appears next to Ragnaris. "Sup?"
Ragnaris sighs. "You again. What is it this time?"
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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.
A man in a hybrid ship's captain/high-class chef's uniform enters the dome. He has a generically attractive face, as if you could pick it up off a shelf under the aisle "handsome," but his eyes are dark and pitiless. On his belt is an oversized kitchen knife, its sheath covered in withered angelic feathers.
*NOT THE CHEF! Don will have to say hello once more.*
Galighorelk is practicing with the strange glaive he had earlier.
Ragnaris has just come back with three tarrasques, and is dragging them into the arena by their tails.
The doom duck is watching them, waddling behind them.
Ragnaris notices the duck, then growls. The tarrasques are still clamped in his jaws.
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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.
"Thank you for trusting me, I will guard it with my soul."
“More than ten? Twenty?”
"Lonely, you will hate the answer."
"That's all I can ask darling. Now lets enjoy these sweets!"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They get up, and start to walk away. They look back, tears in their eyes.
Alacreus is confused, trying to tackle and bark at Zodiac to get the storms to stop.
He summons a bright barrier around it, carefully covering it. Sheilding it completely
"Lonely please! Don't leave me!"
“Why shouldn’t i?”
Galighorelk is practicing with the strange glaive he had earlier.
Ragnaris has just come back with three tarrasques, and is dragging them into the arena by their tails.
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-i-i... I don't know."
The doom duck is watching them, waddling behind them.
Zodiac appears next to Ragnaris. "Sup?"
A man in a hybrid ship's captain/high-class chef's uniform enters the dome. He has a generically attractive face, as if you could pick it up off a shelf under the aisle "handsome," but his eyes are dark and pitiless. On his belt is an oversized kitchen knife, its sheath covered in withered angelic feathers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Why should I be friends with you when you’ve killed… however many people you’ve just killed… multiple times over?” The air becomes cold around Lonely, and the area around them loses their color. Shadows on the ground flicker like flames and strange, two dimensional tendrils of shadow expand out from Lonely’s shadow.
Coronet enjoys some cookies and scones and drinks some tea.
"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... I'm sorry. Truly. But I know that it can't change anything."
Ragnaris sighs. "You again. What is it this time?"
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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He keeps bending the strange light to make her phylactery more and more safe
*NOT THE CHEF! Don will have to say hello once more.*
Ragnaris notices the duck, then growls. The tarrasques are still clamped in his jaws.
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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