“I don’t know. That knight guy seemed like he needs help, even if he seems to think he doesn’t. But I’m not as strong as some of the other folks here. It’s why I’m training” Zeon was with a shrug, his Spellbook floating up a bit to watch what the other Shade and Ragnaris are doing.
"Well it is always up to you. I believe you can handle it, especially with help."
“Yeah. I’ll see if anyone else wants to help.” Zeon says as Dufort, his Spellbook, flies off towards the commotion with the big dragon. “So, how have things been going on your end?” The boy asks curiously.
"Incredibly tiring, I am forced to be the only responsible adult. It's terrible but it's a living." He sighs.
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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 don’t know. That knight guy seemed like he needs help, even if he seems to think he doesn’t. But I’m not as strong as some of the other folks here. It’s why I’m training” Zeon was with a shrug, his Spellbook floating up a bit to watch what the other Shade and Ragnaris are doing.
"Well it is always up to you. I believe you can handle it, especially with help."
“Yeah. I’ll see if anyone else wants to help.” Zeon says as Dufort, his Spellbook, flies off towards the commotion with the big dragon. “So, how have things been going on your end?” The boy asks curiously.
"Incredibly tiring, I am forced to be the only responsible adult. It's terrible but it's a living." He sighs.
“I’d imagine, considering this is a dome where people seem to like to kill each other on the regular. Well, most people. There is this strange machine that just scurries around, then there is that dracolich that is just serving tea in her ice castle….and….lots of cats…?”
Ragnaris growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
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 don’t know. That knight guy seemed like he needs help, even if he seems to think he doesn’t. But I’m not as strong as some of the other folks here. It’s why I’m training” Zeon was with a shrug, his Spellbook floating up a bit to watch what the other Shade and Ragnaris are doing.
"Well it is always up to you. I believe you can handle it, especially with help."
“Yeah. I’ll see if anyone else wants to help.” Zeon says as Dufort, his Spellbook, flies off towards the commotion with the big dragon. “So, how have things been going on your end?” The boy asks curiously.
"Incredibly tiring, I am forced to be the only responsible adult. It's terrible but it's a living." He sighs.
“I’d imagine, considering this is a dome where people seem to like to kill each other on the regular. Well, most people. There is this strange machine that just scurries around, then there is that dracolich that is just serving tea in her ice castle….and….lots of cats…?”
"And then there's Jason, who makes many stupid choices, but he isn't trying to kill anyone I suppose. Coronet is actually quite pleasant, just a bit crazy, as if that were anything new."
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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 don’t know. That knight guy seemed like he needs help, even if he seems to think he doesn’t. But I’m not as strong as some of the other folks here. It’s why I’m training” Zeon was with a shrug, his Spellbook floating up a bit to watch what the other Shade and Ragnaris are doing.
"Well it is always up to you. I believe you can handle it, especially with help."
“Yeah. I’ll see if anyone else wants to help.” Zeon says as Dufort, his Spellbook, flies off towards the commotion with the big dragon. “So, how have things been going on your end?” The boy asks curiously.
"Incredibly tiring, I am forced to be the only responsible adult. It's terrible but it's a living." He sighs.
“I’d imagine, considering this is a dome where people seem to like to kill each other on the regular. Well, most people. There is this strange machine that just scurries around, then there is that dracolich that is just serving tea in her ice castle….and….lots of cats…?”
"And then there's Jason, who makes many stupid choices, but he isn't trying to kill anyone I suppose. Coronet is actually quite pleasant, just a bit crazy, as if that were anything new."
“Yeah. I can see why it’s tiring though, it’s crazy here.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
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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 growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
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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.
“Yeah. I can see why it’s tiring though, it’s crazy here.”
"It wouldn't be challenging if it were easy." He chuckles.
“That’s fair” Zeon says with a chuckle. He then notices the Dufort isn’t next to him and looks around, before spotting him floating near the dragon and the other people.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
He sighs and shakes his head "You are going on a tantrum right now. You act like a child, because mentally you are a child." He tilts his head "If I wanted to screw all of you over I would simply let you die to Ragnaris. Now please leave before that happens anyway." He shoos them away like a dog.
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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 growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
He sighs and shakes his head "You are going on a tantrum right now. You act like a child, because mentally you are a child." He tilts his head "If I wanted to screw all of you over I would simply let you die to Ragnaris. Now please leave before that happens anyway." He shoos them away like a dog.
"Fine. We'll go." He and the still conscious members of his party picks up their sleeping comrades, then begin stashing ad many of the gems as they can into various objects. Bags of holding, backpacks, quivers, pouches, anything. Ragnaris growls with displeasure.
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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 growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
He sighs and shakes his head "You are going on a tantrum right now. You act like a child, because mentally you are a child." He tilts his head "If I wanted to screw all of you over I would simply let you die to Ragnaris. Now please leave before that happens anyway." He shoos them away like a dog.
"Fine. We'll go." He and the still conscious members of his party picks up their sleeping comrades, then begin stashing ad many of the gems as they can into various objects. Bags of holding, backpacks, quivers, pouches, anything. Ragnaris growls with displeasure.
"Have a wonderful day for all of you." He then turns back to Ragnaris "Please grow up, your grandson wouldn't be proud of you doing this. You need to learn to control your rage." He walks back into the dragon's shadow.
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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.
"Fine. We'll go." He and the still conscious members of his party picks up their sleeping comrades, then begin stashing ad many of the gems as they can into various objects. Bags of holding, backpacks, quivers, pouches, anything. Ragnaris growls with displeasure.
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
Shade replies in an equally monotone voice "Do not make him any angrier than he already is. It is not that I can manifest object, but rather I have always had them. Be patient, young one."
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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.
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
Shade replies in an equally monotone voice "Do not make him any angrier than he already is. It is not that I can manifest object, but rather I have always had them. Be patient, young one."
“I have no intention of angering the dragon into a fight. Zeon would not be able to match his power at this time even if I was to utilize all of my soul energy to augment him to his max. As far as the material wealth, I have no need for such things in my current state so they are of no consequence to me anyways” Dufort says in a passionless tone, save for the hint of curiosity laced within.
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
Shade replies in an equally monotone voice "Do not make him any angrier than he already is. It is not that I can manifest object, but rather I have always had them. Be patient, young one."
“I have no intention of angering the dragon into a fight. Zeon would not be able to match his power at this time even if I was to utilize all of my soul energy to augment him to his max. As far as the material wealth, I have no need for such things in my current state so they are of no consequence to me anyways” Dufort says in a passionless tone, save for the hint of curiosity laced within.
"I suggest you return to your young master. Ragnaris is truly volatile at the moment, and the safety of you both is of upmost importance to you, or it should be. A butler's job is keep their master safe and satisfied." He says remembering his years in the butler's academy, a slight bit of enjoyment.
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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.
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
Shade replies in an equally monotone voice "Do not make him any angrier than he already is. It is not that I can manifest object, but rather I have always had them. Be patient, young one."
“I have no intention of angering the dragon into a fight. Zeon would not be able to match his power at this time even if I was to utilize all of my soul energy to augment him to his max. As far as the material wealth, I have no need for such things in my current state so they are of no consequence to me anyways” Dufort says in a passionless tone, save for the hint of curiosity laced within.
"I suggest you return to your young master. Ragnaris is truly volatile at the moment, and the safety of you both is of upmost importance to you, or it should be. A butler's job is keep their master safe and satisfied." He says remembering his years in the butler's academy, a slight bit of enjoyment.
“I am unable to be harmed so long as Zeon lives, so no need to worry about me. I can only perish if the kid does and I don’t plan on letting that happen anytime soon, being his bookeeper and partner. I know he is curious about what is going on though, so I figured I’d see what’s up since it’s safer.” Dufort says bored.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris growls. "A CHILD?! I have been on this earth for more than 12,000 years, and you call me a child?!" The man in the robes shrinks away from Ragnaris, then readies a spell, pointing it directly at Shade. "We will not leave without our prize. We were tasked with killing this dragon by a great king, and we will not fail him!"
"I have existed before time had a name of these mortal planes. You are a child compared to me, now stay out of this conversation." He says completely serious "A king is just a man on a pedestal. Kings die like any other, now do you want to die like a fool?"
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
He sighs and shakes his head "You are going on a tantrum right now. You act like a child, because mentally you are a child." He tilts his head "If I wanted to screw all of you over I would simply let you die to Ragnaris. Now please leave before that happens anyway." He shoos them away like a dog.
"Fine. We'll go." He and the still conscious members of his party picks up their sleeping comrades, then begin stashing ad many of the gems as they can into various objects. Bags of holding, backpacks, quivers, pouches, anything. Ragnaris growls with displeasure.
"Have a wonderful day for all of you." He then turns back to Ragnaris "Please grow up, your grandson wouldn't be proud of you doing this. You need to learn to control your rage." He walks back into the dragon's shadow.
After Shade exits into his shadow, Ragnaris growls. He stamps the ground, destroying another building. He resumes leveling the town, but it seems like his heart isn't in it. He flies off within forty-five minutes.
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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.
After Shade exits into his shadow, Ragnaris growls. He stamps the ground, destroying another building. He resumes leveling the town, but it seems like his heart isn't in it. He flies off within forty-five minutes.
Jason is back at the dome, not knowing anything about this because Shade doesn't tell him anything he doesn't need to know.
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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.
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"Incredibly tiring, I am forced to be the only responsible adult. It's terrible but it's a living." He sighs.
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
“I’d imagine, considering this is a dome where people seem to like to kill each other on the regular. Well, most people. There is this strange machine that just scurries around, then there is that dracolich that is just serving tea in her ice castle….and….lots of cats…?”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Ragnaris grumbles under his breath, all though it still comes out quite loud due to his immense size. "You call me a child when I have existed for thousands of years, yet you call them adults when they are but mortals who have only been around for about three decades, at least?" The man with the robes seems to falter a bit, and another person steps forth. This one is man dressed in all black, with strange daggers in his hands. "We made a deal with the king, and we will not go back on our word. We kill this dragon, and he gives us more gold than we could ever imagine. Also, we kind of need that gold. We're not very wealthy, and we haven't eaten a proper meal in forever. The last time we ate was a week ago. Now, step aside."
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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"And then there's Jason, who makes many stupid choices, but he isn't trying to kill anyone I suppose. Coronet is actually quite pleasant, just a bit crazy, as if that were anything new."
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
The silver Spellbook is floating near Ragnaris, watching everything unfold silently.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Yeah. I can see why it’s tiring though, it’s crazy 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
"You are acting like a child, no matter how old you are Ragnerious, at least these children have a goal beyond satisfying their own wants." He walks over to the group, and holds out a hand, gems begin to spill out of it continuously "This king of yours doesn't matter to a dead man, now do you want to be dead men, and women I suppose, or are you going to take my gift and move on with the rest of your very short lives."
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
"It wouldn't be challenging if it were easy." He chuckles.
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
"You confuse my name with my grandson. His name is Ragneriuos, I am Ragnaris. And I do not act like a child!" His tail whips through the air, smashing against a large building. The entire thing is instantly pulverized, causing the adventuring party to flinch. The man in black seems to think for a moment, then sheathes his daggers. He points at the gems. "Those aren't cursed, are they?"
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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“That’s fair” Zeon says with a chuckle. He then notices the Dufort isn’t next to him and looks around, before spotting him floating near the dragon and the other people.
"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 sighs and shakes his head "You are going on a tantrum right now. You act like a child, because mentally you are a child." He tilts his head "If I wanted to screw all of you over I would simply let you die to Ragnaris. Now please leave before that happens anyway." He shoos them away like a dog.
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
"Fine. We'll go." He and the still conscious members of his party picks up their sleeping comrades, then begin stashing ad many of the gems as they can into various objects. Bags of holding, backpacks, quivers, pouches, anything. Ragnaris growls with displeasure.
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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"Have a wonderful day for all of you." He then turns back to Ragnaris "Please grow up, your grandson wouldn't be proud of you doing this. You need to learn to control your rage." He walks back into the dragon's shadow.
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
“The power to manifest objects at will is quite handy, if a bit boring. It’s a shame that I couldn’t witness a dragon of this magnitude fight to his fullest, but I suppose there will be other times.” Ragnaris and Shade would hear a bored and somewhat monotone voice echo in their minds.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Shade replies in an equally monotone voice "Do not make him any angrier than he already is. It is not that I can manifest object, but rather I have always had them. Be patient, young one."
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
“I have no intention of angering the dragon into a fight. Zeon would not be able to match his power at this time even if I was to utilize all of my soul energy to augment him to his max. As far as the material wealth, I have no need for such things in my current state so they are of no consequence to me anyways” Dufort says in a passionless tone, save for the hint of curiosity laced within.
"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 suggest you return to your young master. Ragnaris is truly volatile at the moment, and the safety of you both is of upmost importance to you, or it should be. A butler's job is keep their master safe and satisfied." He says remembering his years in the butler's academy, a slight bit of enjoyment.
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
“I am unable to be harmed so long as Zeon lives, so no need to worry about me. I can only perish if the kid does and I don’t plan on letting that happen anytime soon, being his bookeeper and partner. I know he is curious about what is going on though, so I figured I’d see what’s up since it’s safer.” Dufort says bored.
"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
After Shade exits into his shadow, Ragnaris growls. He stamps the ground, destroying another building. He resumes leveling the town, but it seems like his heart isn't in it. He flies off within forty-five minutes.
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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Jason is back at the dome, not knowing anything about this because Shade doesn't tell him anything he doesn't need to know.
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