a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
It pauses, its four eyes focusing on Ragnaris.
”Great dragon… flee, or you will die.”
Ragnaris ignores the threat, flames now flickering in his maw. "Who are you, and what is your business at the dome?"
“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
“Oh sorry, I’m Jason, Jason Asano, just a regular adventurer. You shouldn’t have to worry about it though, it most likely isn’t that dangerous.” He smiles at him, he seemingly doesn’t have an aura, which is very unnerving.
Barbeau has a sort of anti-aura, draining energy from the environment around him. "I hope so. This machine is powered by a shard of the Abyss, so if it's destroyed it could cause a lot of pollution, which I doubt any of us want."
“I could most likely remove the pollution from most of the environment, but not before it causes some serious damage to the wildlife. Also why is your aura so strange? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
"I'm a demonic cambion, and I have rejected both Chaos and Evil. I've learned to control them, use them for good. Peace. Comfort. My soul and biology are not designed for doing such work. I draw in both mundane and magical energy as my body attempts to replace what I gave up. Most demons generate their own Abyssal energy to fuel their abilities. I still have powers relating to water, cold, and darkness, but they require other fuel now. I can take calories, heat, electrical energy, even Abyssal energy from outside sources, and use them to keep my body running for long periods of time in addition to the whole magic thing."
“So you’re as much of a curiosity as I am myself. I am known to reject gods and creatures beyond gods, they try to crush my soul but I stand strong, which made my soul and my body one, and both are immensely powerful together.”
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
It pauses, its four eyes focusing on Ragnaris.
”Great dragon… flee, or you will die.”
Ragnaris ignores the threat, flames now flickering in his maw. "Who are you, and what is your business at the dome?"
“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
”Correct it…”
Fumes of poisonous gas begin to leak from his mouth. "What is this imbalance, and what needs to be done to correct 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.
The world treant is slowly lumbering closer, and closer, and closer.
*Yello*
Don has brought in Toji.
Ragnerious is in his room, sleeping in his tiny bed, thinking about how he apparently looks like a Emperian.
Jason is moving alongside the tree, considering climbing it.
Two pit fiend guards watch him bring him into a holding cell (trial won’t start immediately, of course) and Don is called to Abaddon’s office by the guards.
one of the tree’s eyes looks to Jason, flowers blooming around it with every step. Close enough to it and entire small trees burst forth from the ground.
Don places Toji in the cell and goes to Abaddon’s office, smoking a cigarette like usual.
A cloak appears around, like a nebula in space and he begins to walk up the tree, dodging the smaller trees smoothly “Let see where this leads.”
“So, who did you capture?” Abaddon says, looking through paperwork.
the world treant, after a few more strides, realizes they are climbing up it and begins to violently shake. As a reaction, make a DC 32 athletics or acrobatics check or be thrown 200 feet away.
“Toji, doesn’t pay his taxes, and a consistent murderer.” Don leans against the wall “Reminds me of myself.”
he can’t make that, but he can levitate. After he get knocked off the tree he floats back to the ground before flying up the tree.
“I told you not to say things like that in a courthouse, didn’t I? Anyways, do we have anyone from the dome that has witnessed one of these murders?”
it doesn’t retaliate, but instead it just watches them now, waiting for them to make a move. It continues moving at tremendous speeds of hundreds of feet.
“I don’t have proof of the murders but I do have proof of several counts of assault. Also what harm is there in it, you aren’t going to arrest me a second time are you?”
Once Jason reaches the top he look around “Don’t worry big tree, I am not here to harm you.”
”no… I won’t… but I’d like you to gather up your evidence for the assaults and try to prove he committed those murders. Others will be on the case as well. Remember, any dead murdered that ended up in hell can be a witness.”
”Then why are you here?…“ it speaks, soft as rustling leaves.
“Oh that will be easy them. He has earned the title of sorcerer slayer, and is a known criminal where he’s from. I could gather some others for more evidence though I suppose.”
“Heh, a talking tree. Curiosity. Can you blame anyone for being interested in a walking tree?”
“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
The world treant is slowly lumbering closer, and closer, and closer.
*Yello*
Don has brought in Toji.
Ragnerious is in his room, sleeping in his tiny bed, thinking about how he apparently looks like a Emperian.
Jason is moving alongside the tree, considering climbing it.
Two pit fiend guards watch him bring him into a holding cell (trial won’t start immediately, of course) and Don is called to Abaddon’s office by the guards.
one of the tree’s eyes looks to Jason, flowers blooming around it with every step. Close enough to it and entire small trees burst forth from the ground.
Don places Toji in the cell and goes to Abaddon’s office, smoking a cigarette like usual.
A cloak appears around, like a nebula in space and he begins to walk up the tree, dodging the smaller trees smoothly “Let see where this leads.”
“So, who did you capture?” Abaddon says, looking through paperwork.
the world treant, after a few more strides, realizes they are climbing up it and begins to violently shake. As a reaction, make a DC 32 athletics or acrobatics check or be thrown 200 feet away.
“Toji, doesn’t pay his taxes, and a consistent murderer.” Don leans against the wall “Reminds me of myself.”
he can’t make that, but he can levitate. After he get knocked off the tree he floats back to the ground before flying up the tree.
“I told you not to say things like that in a courthouse, didn’t I? Anyways, do we have anyone from the dome that has witnessed one of these murders?”
it doesn’t retaliate, but instead it just watches them now, waiting for them to make a move. It continues moving at tremendous speeds of hundreds of feet.
“I don’t have proof of the murders but I do have proof of several counts of assault. Also what harm is there in it, you aren’t going to arrest me a second time are you?”
Once Jason reaches the top he look around “Don’t worry big tree, I am not here to harm you.”
”no… I won’t… but I’d like you to gather up your evidence for the assaults and try to prove he committed those murders. Others will be on the case as well. Remember, any dead murdered that ended up in hell can be a witness.”
”Then why are you here?…“ it speaks, soft as rustling leaves.
“Oh that will be easy them. He has earned the title of sorcerer slayer, and is a known criminal where he’s from. I could gather some others for more evidence though I suppose.”
“Heh, a talking tree. Curiosity. Can you blame anyone for being interested in a walking tree?”
“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
”are treants uncommon here?”
“And after I got you that gift too? Shameful Abaddon.” He smiles and demon’s smile and walks out.
“Not any this big, although that must just take time.”
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
It pauses, its four eyes focusing on Ragnaris.
”Great dragon… flee, or you will die.”
Ragnaris ignores the threat, flames now flickering in his maw. "Who are you, and what is your business at the dome?"
“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
”Correct it…”
Fumes of poisonous gas begins to leak from his mouth. "What is this imbalance, and what needs to be done to correct it?"
“Destruction… this entire place wreaks havoc on the surrounding world, with all of the violence and death and fire… I am here to destroy as well, then recycle your corpses into the dirt… and regrow,”
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
It pauses, its four eyes focusing on Ragnaris.
”Great dragon… flee, or you will die.”
Ragnaris ignores the threat, flames now flickering in his maw. "Who are you, and what is your business at the dome?"
“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
”Correct it…”
Fumes of poisonous gas begins to leak from his mouth. "What is this imbalance, and what needs to be done to correct it?"
“Destruction… this entire place wreaks havoc on the surrounding world, with all of the violence and death and fire… I am here to destroy as well, then recycle your corpses into the dirt… and regrow,”
"I am not planning on dying any time soon. I still have 200 years until my grandson is released from a Devil's control, and I will NOT be dead when he is freed."
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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.
“I could most likely remove the pollution from most of the environment, but not before it causes some serious damage to the wildlife. Also why is your aura so strange? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
"I'm a demonic cambion, and I have rejected both Chaos and Evil. I've learned to control them, use them for good. Peace. Comfort. My soul and biology are not designed for doing such work. I draw in both mundane and magical energy as my body attempts to replace what I gave up. Most demons generate their own Abyssal energy to fuel their abilities. I still have powers relating to water, cold, and darkness, but they require other fuel now. I can take calories, heat, electrical energy, even Abyssal energy from outside sources, and use them to keep my body running for long periods of time in addition to the whole magic thing."
“So you’re as much of a curiosity as I am myself. I am known to reject gods and creatures beyond gods, they try to crush my soul but I stand strong, which made my soul and my body one, and both are immensely powerful together.”
"You don't seem to be a regular adventurer, Jason." Barbeau clicks a button on the railing and a small table rises up. On top of it is a large bottle of artisan soda tea in an ice bucket and two glasses. "I would offer wine, but I avoid drinking. An intoxicated demon lord is rarely a good thing."
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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.
The world treant is slowly lumbering closer, and closer, and closer.
*Yello*
Don has brought in Toji.
Ragnerious is in his room, sleeping in his tiny bed, thinking about how he apparently looks like a Emperian.
Jason is moving alongside the tree, considering climbing it.
Two pit fiend guards watch him bring him into a holding cell (trial won’t start immediately, of course) and Don is called to Abaddon’s office by the guards.
one of the tree’s eyes looks to Jason, flowers blooming around it with every step. Close enough to it and entire small trees burst forth from the ground.
Don places Toji in the cell and goes to Abaddon’s office, smoking a cigarette like usual.
A cloak appears around, like a nebula in space and he begins to walk up the tree, dodging the smaller trees smoothly “Let see where this leads.”
“So, who did you capture?” Abaddon says, looking through paperwork.
the world treant, after a few more strides, realizes they are climbing up it and begins to violently shake. As a reaction, make a DC 32 athletics or acrobatics check or be thrown 200 feet away.
“Toji, doesn’t pay his taxes, and a consistent murderer.” Don leans against the wall “Reminds me of myself.”
he can’t make that, but he can levitate. After he get knocked off the tree he floats back to the ground before flying up the tree.
“I told you not to say things like that in a courthouse, didn’t I? Anyways, do we have anyone from the dome that has witnessed one of these murders?”
it doesn’t retaliate, but instead it just watches them now, waiting for them to make a move. It continues moving at tremendous speeds of hundreds of feet.
“I don’t have proof of the murders but I do have proof of several counts of assault. Also what harm is there in it, you aren’t going to arrest me a second time are you?”
Once Jason reaches the top he look around “Don’t worry big tree, I am not here to harm you.”
”no… I won’t… but I’d like you to gather up your evidence for the assaults and try to prove he committed those murders. Others will be on the case as well. Remember, any dead murdered that ended up in hell can be a witness.”
”Then why are you here?…“ it speaks, soft as rustling leaves.
“Oh that will be easy them. He has earned the title of sorcerer slayer, and is a known criminal where he’s from. I could gather some others for more evidence though I suppose.”
“Heh, a talking tree. Curiosity. Can you blame anyone for being interested in a walking tree?”
“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
”are treants uncommon here?”
“And after I got you that gift too? Shameful Abaddon.” He smiles and demon’s smile and walks out.
“Not any this big, although that must just take time.”
“Well, time, yes… an unbelievable amount of time… but I am the world treant, the only world treant.”
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
It pauses, its four eyes focusing on Ragnaris.
”Great dragon… flee, or you will die.”
Ragnaris ignores the threat, flames now flickering in his maw. "Who are you, and what is your business at the dome?"
“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
”Correct it…”
Fumes of poisonous gas begins to leak from his mouth. "What is this imbalance, and what needs to be done to correct it?"
“Destruction… this entire place wreaks havoc on the surrounding world, with all of the violence and death and fire… I am here to destroy as well, then recycle your corpses into the dirt… and regrow,”
"I am not planning on dying any time soon. I still have 200 years until my grandson is released from a Devil's control, and I will NOT be dead when he is freed."
“then do not impede me, dragon. Actually, I may just have to come for you now, to save time.
“I could most likely remove the pollution from most of the environment, but not before it causes some serious damage to the wildlife. Also why is your aura so strange? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
"I'm a demonic cambion, and I have rejected both Chaos and Evil. I've learned to control them, use them for good. Peace. Comfort. My soul and biology are not designed for doing such work. I draw in both mundane and magical energy as my body attempts to replace what I gave up. Most demons generate their own Abyssal energy to fuel their abilities. I still have powers relating to water, cold, and darkness, but they require other fuel now. I can take calories, heat, electrical energy, even Abyssal energy from outside sources, and use them to keep my body running for long periods of time in addition to the whole magic thing."
“So you’re as much of a curiosity as I am myself. I am known to reject gods and creatures beyond gods, they try to crush my soul but I stand strong, which made my soul and my body one, and both are immensely powerful together.”
"You don't seem to be a regular adventurer, Jason." Barbeau clicks a button on the railing and a small table rises up. On top of it is a large bottle of artisan soda tea in an ice bucket and two glasses. "I would offer wine, but I avoid drinking. An intoxicated demon lord is rarely a good thing."
“I drink, although I’m not so sure I would even be affected by your wine.” He snaps his fingers and there are suddenly two chairs, one for each of them and Jason takes a seat “I try to be a normal adventurer, but things never go how you want them to.”
The world treant is slowly lumbering closer, and closer, and closer.
*Yello*
Don has brought in Toji.
Ragnerious is in his room, sleeping in his tiny bed, thinking about how he apparently looks like a Emperian.
Jason is moving alongside the tree, considering climbing it.
Two pit fiend guards watch him bring him into a holding cell (trial won’t start immediately, of course) and Don is called to Abaddon’s office by the guards.
one of the tree’s eyes looks to Jason, flowers blooming around it with every step. Close enough to it and entire small trees burst forth from the ground.
Don places Toji in the cell and goes to Abaddon’s office, smoking a cigarette like usual.
A cloak appears around, like a nebula in space and he begins to walk up the tree, dodging the smaller trees smoothly “Let see where this leads.”
“So, who did you capture?” Abaddon says, looking through paperwork.
the world treant, after a few more strides, realizes they are climbing up it and begins to violently shake. As a reaction, make a DC 32 athletics or acrobatics check or be thrown 200 feet away.
“Toji, doesn’t pay his taxes, and a consistent murderer.” Don leans against the wall “Reminds me of myself.”
he can’t make that, but he can levitate. After he get knocked off the tree he floats back to the ground before flying up the tree.
“I told you not to say things like that in a courthouse, didn’t I? Anyways, do we have anyone from the dome that has witnessed one of these murders?”
it doesn’t retaliate, but instead it just watches them now, waiting for them to make a move. It continues moving at tremendous speeds of hundreds of feet.
“I don’t have proof of the murders but I do have proof of several counts of assault. Also what harm is there in it, you aren’t going to arrest me a second time are you?”
Once Jason reaches the top he look around “Don’t worry big tree, I am not here to harm you.”
”no… I won’t… but I’d like you to gather up your evidence for the assaults and try to prove he committed those murders. Others will be on the case as well. Remember, any dead murdered that ended up in hell can be a witness.”
”Then why are you here?…“ it speaks, soft as rustling leaves.
“Oh that will be easy them. He has earned the title of sorcerer slayer, and is a known criminal where he’s from. I could gather some others for more evidence though I suppose.”
“Heh, a talking tree. Curiosity. Can you blame anyone for being interested in a walking tree?”
“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
”are treants uncommon here?”
“And after I got you that gift too? Shameful Abaddon.” He smiles and demon’s smile and walks out.
“Not any this big, although that must just take time.”
“Well, time, yes… an unbelievable amount of time… but I am the world treant, the only world treant.”
“Ah, one of a kind. Would there be another world treant if you were to die by say, mysterious means?”
The world treant is slowly lumbering closer, and closer, and closer.
*Yello*
Don has brought in Toji.
Ragnerious is in his room, sleeping in his tiny bed, thinking about how he apparently looks like a Emperian.
Jason is moving alongside the tree, considering climbing it.
Two pit fiend guards watch him bring him into a holding cell (trial won’t start immediately, of course) and Don is called to Abaddon’s office by the guards.
one of the tree’s eyes looks to Jason, flowers blooming around it with every step. Close enough to it and entire small trees burst forth from the ground.
Don places Toji in the cell and goes to Abaddon’s office, smoking a cigarette like usual.
A cloak appears around, like a nebula in space and he begins to walk up the tree, dodging the smaller trees smoothly “Let see where this leads.”
“So, who did you capture?” Abaddon says, looking through paperwork.
the world treant, after a few more strides, realizes they are climbing up it and begins to violently shake. As a reaction, make a DC 32 athletics or acrobatics check or be thrown 200 feet away.
“Toji, doesn’t pay his taxes, and a consistent murderer.” Don leans against the wall “Reminds me of myself.”
he can’t make that, but he can levitate. After he get knocked off the tree he floats back to the ground before flying up the tree.
“I told you not to say things like that in a courthouse, didn’t I? Anyways, do we have anyone from the dome that has witnessed one of these murders?”
it doesn’t retaliate, but instead it just watches them now, waiting for them to make a move. It continues moving at tremendous speeds of hundreds of feet.
“I don’t have proof of the murders but I do have proof of several counts of assault. Also what harm is there in it, you aren’t going to arrest me a second time are you?”
Once Jason reaches the top he look around “Don’t worry big tree, I am not here to harm you.”
”no… I won’t… but I’d like you to gather up your evidence for the assaults and try to prove he committed those murders. Others will be on the case as well. Remember, any dead murdered that ended up in hell can be a witness.”
”Then why are you here?…“ it speaks, soft as rustling leaves.
“Oh that will be easy them. He has earned the title of sorcerer slayer, and is a known criminal where he’s from. I could gather some others for more evidence though I suppose.”
“Heh, a talking tree. Curiosity. Can you blame anyone for being interested in a walking tree?”
“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
”are treants uncommon here?”
“And after I got you that gift too? Shameful Abaddon.” He smiles and demon’s smile and walks out.
“Not any this big, although that must just take time.”
“Well, time, yes… an unbelievable amount of time… but I am the world treant, the only world treant.”
“Ah, one of a kind. Would there be another world treant if you were to die by say, mysterious means?”
“I would reincarnate from one of my hundreds of seeds across the planes, growing into my full form again over the course of a thousand years. But this has never happened before. You want to kill me, do you not?
“I could most likely remove the pollution from most of the environment, but not before it causes some serious damage to the wildlife. Also why is your aura so strange? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
"I'm a demonic cambion, and I have rejected both Chaos and Evil. I've learned to control them, use them for good. Peace. Comfort. My soul and biology are not designed for doing such work. I draw in both mundane and magical energy as my body attempts to replace what I gave up. Most demons generate their own Abyssal energy to fuel their abilities. I still have powers relating to water, cold, and darkness, but they require other fuel now. I can take calories, heat, electrical energy, even Abyssal energy from outside sources, and use them to keep my body running for long periods of time in addition to the whole magic thing."
“So you’re as much of a curiosity as I am myself. I am known to reject gods and creatures beyond gods, they try to crush my soul but I stand strong, which made my soul and my body one, and both are immensely powerful together.”
"You don't seem to be a regular adventurer, Jason." Barbeau clicks a button on the railing and a small table rises up. On top of it is a large bottle of artisan soda tea in an ice bucket and two glasses. "I would offer wine, but I avoid drinking. An intoxicated demon lord is rarely a good thing."
“I drink, although I’m not so sure I would even be affected by your wine.” He snaps his fingers and there are suddenly two chairs, one for each of them and Jason takes a seat “I try to be a normal adventurer, but things never go how you want them to.”
Barbeau sits down as well. He pours them each a glass. The tea bubbles like champagne. "So, what drew you to come here? To this dome, then to my lair."
“I would reincarnate from one of my hundreds of seeds across the planes, growing into my full form again over the course of a thousand years. But this has never happened before. You want to kill me, do you not?
"Because I could kill you does not mean I wont to. I am not the person you think I am, I am better than that."
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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.
Zeon sprints over to the Treant, seeing Jason and Ragnaris speaking to it.
He sees a massive furry red face pop out. A squirrel the size of a tank.
Zeon blinks, curious, before he begins to sprint up the tree towards it.
It barks at him. Which translates as the perfect insult. One that hits close to home. One that takes advantage of all his fears, flaws, failures and insecurities. Make a charisma save
“I would reincarnate from one of my hundreds of seeds across the planes, growing into my full form again over the course of a thousand years. But this has never happened before. You want to kill me, do you not?
"Because I could kill you does not mean I wont to. I am not the person you think I am, I am better than that."
“I would reincarnate from one of my hundreds of seeds across the planes, growing into my full form again over the course of a thousand years. But this has never happened before. You want to kill me, do you not?
"Because I could kill you does not mean I wont to. I am not the person you think I am, I am better than that."
“i highly doubt you would have the ability to kill me, creature.”
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“Yggdrasil… the world treant… Nature is at an imbalance, and I will…” she draws in air through her mouth, almost extinguishing the flames.
”Correct it…”
“So you’re as much of a curiosity as I am myself. I am known to reject gods and creatures beyond gods, they try to crush my soul but I stand strong, which made my soul and my body one, and both are immensely powerful together.”
Fumes of poisonous gas begin to leak from his mouth. "What is this imbalance, and what needs to be done to correct 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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“good, don’t fail me or I will arrest you again. I have the evidence for it.”
”are treants uncommon here?”
“And after I got you that gift too? Shameful Abaddon.” He smiles and demon’s smile and walks out.
“Not any this big, although that must just take time.”
“Destruction… this entire place wreaks havoc on the surrounding world, with all of the violence and death and fire… I am here to destroy as well, then recycle your corpses into the dirt… and regrow,”
Zeon sprints over to the Treant, seeing Jason and Ragnaris speaking to it.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"I am not planning on dying any time soon. I still have 200 years until my grandson is released from a Devil's control, and I will NOT be dead when he is freed."
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 seem to be a regular adventurer, Jason." Barbeau clicks a button on the railing and a small table rises up. On top of it is a large bottle of artisan soda tea in an ice bucket and two glasses. "I would offer wine, but I avoid drinking. An intoxicated demon lord is rarely a good thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well, time, yes… an unbelievable amount of time… but I am the world treant, the only world treant.”
He sees a massive furry red face pop out. A squirrel the size of a tank.
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“then do not impede me, dragon. Actually, I may just have to come for you now, to save time.
“I drink, although I’m not so sure I would even be affected by your wine.” He snaps his fingers and there are suddenly two chairs, one for each of them and Jason takes a seat “I try to be a normal adventurer, but things never go how you want them to.”
Zeon blinks, curious, before he begins to sprint up the tree towards it.
"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
“Ah, one of a kind. Would there be another world treant if you were to die by say, mysterious means?”
“I would reincarnate from one of my hundreds of seeds across the planes, growing into my full form again over the course of a thousand years. But this has never happened before. You want to kill me, do you not?
Barbeau sits down as well. He pours them each a glass. The tea bubbles like champagne. "So, what drew you to come here? To this dome, then to my lair."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Because I could kill you does not mean I wont to. I am not the person you think I am, I am better than that."
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.
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It barks at him. Which translates as the perfect insult. One that hits close to home. One that takes advantage of all his fears, flaws, failures and insecurities. Make a charisma save
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“i highly doubt you would have the ability to kill me, creature.”