Elk seems to have turned themselves into a grizzly bear. He is currently taking a nap on the ground.
Ragnaris has just now opened a portal to the Nine Hells. It seems like he is about to visit Rag.
*Oh I’m going to have some fun with this*
Zeon would be sprinting around when he notices a massive dragon. Though he is a bit wary, he sprints towards it as he is opening his portal.
(Can I have a quick description of Zeon? I haven't seen them on this thread before.)
Ragnaris does not notice Zeon, and instead flaps his immense wings. He takes flight, then goes through the portal, still aloft.
(I don’t know if you have ever heard of Zatch Bell, but if not he is a six-eight year old child with pale skin, silver hair, intense Violet eyes, and wearing a long and flowing mantle of pure white mantle that acts like a single piece dress robe that is always billowing. He is being followed by a floating silver spellbook)
Zeon braces against the wind and would end up running through the portal with him, suddenly finding himself someplace he is not expecting.
*Oh, found a pic I like. He looks like this but with purple horns made of lightning as well. Hope the picture works*
Ragnaris finds himself in the court of Abaddon. He touches down, then walks to where he knows Abaddon's office is.
Zeon is looking around, having no idea where he is now. “I might have made a mistake.” He says, the silver Spellbook bopping him on the head a few time, though not too hard, as his recklessness.
Ragnaris hears Zeon, and turns around, trying to find him based on his voice. "Who is there? Show yourself!"
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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.
Barbeau nods, his spine straight as a rail. He's very tall, but nowhere near as tall as Rag. "I'm surprised the mistake isn't made more often. You can call me whenever you're cooking anything. I can give a few tips. The difference between good and great is sometimes as small a gust of wind or a few degrees."
"I'll have to take that quote for myself. Before you give me some advice you should see me cook something, and taste test the result." He invites him into the courthouse, walking around showing him everything he can.
Barbeau seems to find most of the diabolic devices distasteful. Their filing systems interest him, though. "Yes, that would be wise. I would like to test your capabilities before I go telling you what to do."
"Of course, unfortunately I don't have a kitchen of my own, I get all my food with the rest of the pit fiends in the cafeteria, and the stuff there is more like military food."
"Feh. Of course the devils don't care for cuisine. They're pit fiends, not pie fiends." He sighs. "You can use my kitchen. It's mobile, so I can bring it here."
He laughs heartily, a gesture that seems to warm the entire room "Cooking in the kitchen of a professional. I'll see what I can manage, what do you think of complex stews?"
"The stew is the lifeblood of the common man, yet when well-prepared it can serve as even wedding fare. I approve of your choice and applaud your willingness to make so-called 'peasant food' into a delicacy. I myself have an insatiable desire for fish head stew, an old struggle meal from the hamlet where I grew up. My father was never good at providing for anyone but himself, so I had to learn to do it well enough to appease my mother, from whom I attribute my demonic heritage."
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Ragnaris hears Zeon, and turns around, trying to find him based on his voice. "Who is there? Show yourself!"
“Um….”
Ragnaris would look down to see a small child no taller then three feet staring up at him, his spellbook floating next to him.
“Hi…”
"Um... hello there? What are you doing here, young one?" He bends down so that his eyes are level with Zeon's.
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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 stew is the lifeblood of the common man, yet when well-prepared it can serve as even wedding fare. I approve of your choice and applaud your willingness to make so-called 'peasant food' into a delicacy. I myself have an insatiable desire for fish head stew, an old struggle meal from the hamlet where I grew up. My father was never good at providing for anyone but himself, so I had to learn to do it well enough to appease my mother, from whom I attribute my demonic heritage."
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
"Family is important, even if you end up having to kill the mariticidal bastards. I've found that if you like someone enough, you can make them part of your family in a sense. I believe the term is 'found family.' My crew is like that. Like real families, we may fight sometimes, but we still love each other very much. I'd even include some guests on my ship as family, really."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ragnaris hears Zeon, and turns around, trying to find him based on his voice. "Who is there? Show yourself!"
“Um….”
Ragnaris would look down to see a small child no taller then three feet staring up at him, his spellbook floating next to him.
“Hi…”
"Um... hello there? What are you doing here, young one?" He bends down so that his eyes are level with Zeon's.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
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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 stew is the lifeblood of the common man, yet when well-prepared it can serve as even wedding fare. I approve of your choice and applaud your willingness to make so-called 'peasant food' into a delicacy. I myself have an insatiable desire for fish head stew, an old struggle meal from the hamlet where I grew up. My father was never good at providing for anyone but himself, so I had to learn to do it well enough to appease my mother, from whom I attribute my demonic heritage."
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
"Family is important, even if you end up having to kill the mariticidal bastards. I've found that if you like someone enough, you can make them part of your family in a sense. I believe the term is 'found family.' My crew is like that. Like real families, we may fight sometimes, but we still love each other very much. I'd even include some guests on my ship as family, really."
"For a long time I didn't have a family, but now that I do I am never going to take it for granted."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*okay so just a recap for me so I know, how many creatures are currently in Abaddon’s courthouse?*
(I know Ragnaris and Zeon are just outside Abaddon’s office.)
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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 stew is the lifeblood of the common man, yet when well-prepared it can serve as even wedding fare. I approve of your choice and applaud your willingness to make so-called 'peasant food' into a delicacy. I myself have an insatiable desire for fish head stew, an old struggle meal from the hamlet where I grew up. My father was never good at providing for anyone but himself, so I had to learn to do it well enough to appease my mother, from whom I attribute my demonic heritage."
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
"Family is important, even if you end up having to kill the mariticidal bastards. I've found that if you like someone enough, you can make them part of your family in a sense. I believe the term is 'found family.' My crew is like that. Like real families, we may fight sometimes, but we still love each other very much. I'd even include some guests on my ship as family, really."
"For a long time I didn't have a family, but now that I do I am never going to take it for granted."
"Good. You can't be truly great without love, and family is often a functional love generator. You have more potential than I thought. Usually, those with your reputation have capped out their potential, but you seem to have room to grow. That's nice."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig. The office is large, has stone walls and wooden floors, and lots of lavish furniture sized for Abaddon, as well as a large desk covered in neat stacks of paper. A window looking outside reveals infinite hellfire.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
Ragnaris huffs then smiles, the scenario reminding him of his daughter when she was young. He sticks his massive tail in to the office, using it to grab Zeon.
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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 hears Zeon, and turns around, trying to find him based on his voice. "Who is there? Show yourself!"
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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“Um….”
Ragnaris would look down to see a small child no taller then three feet staring up at him, his spellbook floating next to him.
“Hi…”
"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
"It sounds like it was a difficult time, I never truly had a family of my own for quite the long time, having to rely on myself and my hunting skills. Which taught me how to make stews, an easy make in the middle of a hunt, especially when it taught me how to treat different meats while in the middle of something, it taught me not to waste food, because any meal might end up being your last if you aren't too careful."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Um... hello there? What are you doing here, young one?" He bends down so that his eyes are level with Zeon's.
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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"Family is important, even if you end up having to kill the mariticidal bastards. I've found that if you like someone enough, you can make them part of your family in a sense. I believe the term is 'found family.' My crew is like that. Like real families, we may fight sometimes, but we still love each other very much. I'd even include some guests on my ship as family, really."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I tried to sprint over to you to greet you since I’m new to the dome. Then before I knew it I am here……..where is here?”
"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
*ooh, there’s a party at Abaddon’s courthouse*
Toji is chilling, surrounded by dead bodies
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Er... this is a courthouse. It is run by a devil named Abaddon." Ragnaris stares at Zeon for a moment, then shakes his head. "How about we get you back to the dome? The Nine Hells is no place for a child..."
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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"For a long time I didn't have a family, but now that I do I am never going to take it for granted."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He can sense a dangerous presence watching him, looking for a moment to strike.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Oh welcome back Arch my dear buddy.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*okay so just a recap for me so I know, how many creatures are currently in Abaddon’s courthouse?*
Halfway through Ragnaris’s sentence, Zeon notices Abbadon’s office and gets curious, suddenly sprinting a high speeds into it and looking around. “Woah, I’ve never seen what a devil’s office looks like before.”
"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 know Ragnaris and Zeon are just outside Abaddon’s office.)
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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*It's just Rag, Rag, Barbeau, and Zeon I think.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He looks around *passive perception of 21*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Good. You can't be truly great without love, and family is often a functional love generator. You have more potential than I thought. Usually, those with your reputation have capped out their potential, but you seem to have room to grow. That's nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Abaddon, a fifteen foot tall devil with scaly red skin, a judge’s attire, a gavel and a book in their hands, and tiny reading glasses is sitting at their desk, doing paperwork. He looks up, confused at Zeon’s presence. Their horns are shaped like a Judge’s wig. The office is large, has stone walls and wooden floors, and lots of lavish furniture sized for Abaddon, as well as a large desk covered in neat stacks of paper. A window looking outside reveals infinite hellfire.
Ragnaris huffs then smiles, the scenario reminding him of his daughter when she was young. He sticks his massive tail in to the office, using it to grab Zeon.
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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