Ragnaris spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
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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.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Ragnaris spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
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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.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
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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 spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
“That’s incredible, your lifespan exceeds the rule of nearly 13 of our monarchs back in my dimension. And we tend to love for quite some time ourselves.” Zeon says as he hops onto one of the empty barrels Ragnaris has already drunk from and sits down. “The dragons of our world can get pretty big too, and live a long time. Though they don’t look quite like you and not many get to your size. What sort of element do you command?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
Ragnaris spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
“That’s incredible, your lifespan exceeds the rule of nearly 13 of our monarchs back in my dimension. And we tend to love for quite some time ourselves.” Zeon says as he hops onto one of the empty barrels Ragnaris has already drunk from and sits down. “The dragons of our world can get pretty big too, and live a long time. Though they don’t look quite like you and not many get to your size. What sort of element do you command?”
"My lifespan has been enhanced by my pact with my patron, the Archcrone. As for which element, I obviously command fire. Just look at my scales. But I also control certain types of poison." Poisonous gas begins to leak from between his jaws.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
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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 spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
“That’s incredible, your lifespan exceeds the rule of nearly 13 of our monarchs back in my dimension. And we tend to love for quite some time ourselves.” Zeon says as he hops onto one of the empty barrels Ragnaris has already drunk from and sits down. “The dragons of our world can get pretty big too, and live a long time. Though they don’t look quite like you and not many get to your size. What sort of element do you command?”
"My lifespan has been enhanced by my pact with my patron, the Archcrone. As for which element, I obviously command fire. Just look at my scales. But I also control certain types of poison." Poisonous gas begins to leak from between his jaws.
“I see, dual elemental expression is uncommon, and I sign of great power where I hail from. I command lightning and wind myself.” She says as Dufort, his spell book, float beside him. “What is having a pact like? I’ve heard of such deals made for more power but never had the change to meet someone who was in such a pact”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
It’s eyes flash several different colors, blue to pink to yellow to green back to blue and going again.
”Madness!-Your friendly Neighborhood Octopus-The Protagonist- Tooooooooooooooonthulhu!” It eventually decides on.
”whhoooooo are you, you (BEEEEEEP)?!?” It says. That beep is not just me censoring a swear, that’s the actual sound effect that plays.
Ragnaris spreads his wings, flapping until he is around 40 feet above the water of the lake. He flies back to the dome, and anyone who is watching him can see that he is holding about 100 large barrels of beer and ale in his maw. He lands on the ground with enough force to cause a small earthquake.
Zeon stops running, managing to keep his balance as the quake shakes the ground, before he looks over at the massive dragon curiously.
He turns his head sideways, so that each barrel falls standing up. He then uses a massive claw to delicately punch a hole in the top of one, and gently brings it up to his mouth. He then pours the entire contents of the barrel into his mouth, and restarts the process on another.
“You must need a lot to drink, being so big and all” Zeon says as he walks up, his 3 foot stature being dwarfed the barrels of alcohol on the ground.
"Why yes, young one. You are exactly right."
“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
“That’s incredible, your lifespan exceeds the rule of nearly 13 of our monarchs back in my dimension. And we tend to love for quite some time ourselves.” Zeon says as he hops onto one of the empty barrels Ragnaris has already drunk from and sits down. “The dragons of our world can get pretty big too, and live a long time. Though they don’t look quite like you and not many get to your size. What sort of element do you command?”
"My lifespan has been enhanced by my pact with my patron, the Archcrone. As for which element, I obviously command fire. Just look at my scales. But I also control certain types of poison." Poisonous gas begins to leak from between his jaws.
“I see, dual elemental expression is uncommon, and I sign of great power where I hail from. I command lightning and wind myself.” She says as Dufort, his spell book, float beside him. “What is having a pact like? I’ve heard of such deals made for more power but never had the change to meet someone who was in such a pact”
"Well, it depends on what you exchanged for the power. I myself gave up my ability to blink, which makes good for scaring foolish adventurers, and my ability to ever find love. That part of the deal is fine with me, especially since my wife, Ygrazda, is already gone... Anyways, most of what you do as part of a pact is whatever your patron tells you to do. In my case, that is causing chaos and destruction wherever I go."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
A rotten pig corpse lays on the ground in the forest, near an old farm that had been abandoned after part of it was taken by the Dome. The sounds of a radio can be heard from within the flood of spilled guts, bones, and metal scraps that had emerged from the poor animal. A large lizardfolk in tarnished armor, soaked in mud and gore, lies curled next to it, covered in the guts as if he had come out of the pig. The input of the radio can be seen in his damaged gauntlet. The figure's armor was clearly once ornate and plated with gold but has been sullied by marks created by crawling and laying over barbed wire, as well as from taking many, many bullets. Lying beside him is a golden weapon that resembles a kanabo with a hole at the end and an extra grip halfway through the head of the weapon, as though it was meant to be held with a chainsaw grip.
This man was clearly not some run-of-the-mill soldier, judging by the quality of his equipment. But he is definitely not in any position to be here of all places.
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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.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
It’s eyes flash several different colors, blue to pink to yellow to green back to blue and going again.
”Madness!-Your friendly Neighborhood Octopus-The Protagonist- Tooooooooooooooonthulhu!” It eventually decides on.
”whhoooooo are you, you (BEEEEEEP)?!?” It says. That beep is not just me censoring a swear, that’s the actual sound effect that plays.
"Let. Go. Of. ME!" A bolt of lightning crashes down, striking the blade of the glaive, then ricocheting off and heading straight toward Toonthulhu. They must succeed on a DC 18 Dex save or take 19 lightning damage. Half on success.
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.
"Well, it depends on what you exchanged for the power. I myself gave up my ability to blink, which makes good for scaring foolish adventurers, and my ability to ever find love. That part of the deal is fine with me, especially since my wife, Ygrazda, is already gone... Anyways, most of what you do as part of a pact is whatever your patron tells you to do. In my case, that is causing chaos and destruction wherever I go."
“Those are…interesting things to give up for such power. Is your patron some sort of trickster entity? And why did you enter such a deal? Was it just the power granted or for another reason.” He asks curiously.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Well, it depends on what you exchanged for the power. I myself gave up my ability to blink, which makes good for scaring foolish adventurers, and my ability to ever find love. That part of the deal is fine with me, especially since my wife, Ygrazda, is already gone... Anyways, most of what you do as part of a pact is whatever your patron tells you to do. In my case, that is causing chaos and destruction wherever I go."
“Those are…interesting things to give up for such power. Is your patron some sort of trickster entity? And why did you enter such a deal? Was it just the power granted or for another reason.” He asks curiously.
"Yes, the Archcrone is quite the trickster. Which is to be expected from a fey like them. I entered the deal because I was looking for more power. Believe me, I was strong back then, but now, I am almost unstoppable due to the amount of pure magic running through my veins." He takes drinks another five barrels of beer.
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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.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
It’s eyes flash several different colors, blue to pink to yellow to green back to blue and going again.
”Madness!-Your friendly Neighborhood Octopus-The Protagonist- Tooooooooooooooonthulhu!” It eventually decides on.
”whhoooooo are you, you (BEEEEEEP)?!?” It says. That beep is not just me censoring a swear, that’s the actual sound effect that plays.
"Let. Go. Of. ME!" A bolt of lightning crashes down, striking the blade of the glaive, then ricocheting off and heading straight toward Toonthulhu. They must succeed on a DC 18 Dex save or take 19 lightning damage. Half on success.
Dex: 28 either way, he stretches and jumps up out of the way of the lightning bolt, ignoring it completely. (Basically they have a a lot of temp hp flavored as them using toon physics.
”OOOH THANK GOODNESS. Golly, I thought for a second there you were gonna choose the giant spider. Now, Mr. Elk, I have something to tell you! This episode was brought to you by… Cthulhuoops! Part of a balanced breakfast! Embrace the taste of insanity, now In green apple! As our secret guest, how about you try some of this product and tell our dear audience how DELICIOUS it is for their taste buds? How about that?” He reaches out close to the screen and holds out a box of Cthulhloops, a cereal box with himself on the logo.
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
It’s eyes flash several different colors, blue to pink to yellow to green back to blue and going again.
”Madness!-Your friendly Neighborhood Octopus-The Protagonist- Tooooooooooooooonthulhu!” It eventually decides on.
”whhoooooo are you, you (BEEEEEEP)?!?” It says. That beep is not just me censoring a swear, that’s the actual sound effect that plays.
"Let. Go. Of. ME!" A bolt of lightning crashes down, striking the blade of the glaive, then ricocheting off and heading straight toward Toonthulhu. They must succeed on a DC 18 Dex save or take 19 lightning damage. Half on success.
Dex: 29 either way, he stretches and jumps up out of the way of the lightning bolt, ignoring it completely. (Basically they have a a lot of temp hp flavored as them using toon physics.
”Gah! How rude!”
Elk assumes a fighter's stance, his glaive held pointing at the monster.
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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.
Toji is still waiting for his trial in the underworld
Jeff is wandering around the dome, anything attacking him simply bouncing off
Grey is still trying to fix the watch
Asura has finished destroying the army. Craters and and destroyed bodies everywhere
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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“You much have been around for quite a long time to be as big as you are, if I remember what I have learned bout your kind that is. You must have traveled to many places”
"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
*agate?*
(Let me guess. Wild Beyond the Witchlight reference?)
Elk looks at them with a confused expression.
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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“Really? How rude! I might not pay you for this then! Can you really not just try these Delicous cereals? For the CHILDREN? HUH? Is something going on? Are you okay? Is everything alright with your friends and family?” Suddenly, the talk show area turns into a therapist’s office. “Come on, you can tell me everything. Anything you say here is completely confidential, except for the millions watching at home.” He jumps up onto the table, hands at his hips.
”Am i not funny to you? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? How about this, this good enough for ya?” He sticks his hand in his, ‘mouth’ beneath the tentacles, and pulls out a revolver. He shoots the screen, which cracks and goes to static, then to the same well be right back screen. It goes back to the talk show.
”I’m sorry, what were you saying, special guest? I wasn’t listening.” He says, this all taking place in a very short amount of time.
"Yes, I have been around for a VERY long time. I think the last celebration of my birth was for my... 12,871st year?"
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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Elk steps toward the screen, now directly in front of it. He thrusts his glaive directly into the screen, attempting to destroy the contraption.
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 incredible, your lifespan exceeds the rule of nearly 13 of our monarchs back in my dimension. And we tend to love for quite some time ourselves.” Zeon says as he hops onto one of the empty barrels Ragnaris has already drunk from and sits down. “The dragons of our world can get pretty big too, and live a long time. Though they don’t look quite like you and not many get to your size. What sort of element do you command?”
"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
The Tv turns to a chaotic static, electricity flickering around his glaive, before shutting off. Then, sparking, as he pulls the glaive out of the screen, from the hole it caused, a gloved hand follows, with slimy green skin, followed by another hand, and then a cartoonish tentacled face with giant eyes. The creature, half out of the screen, wings flaring on its back, grabs onto Elk and pulls him real close to the creature’s face.
”You were saying?” It says in a whisper, stepping out of the TV fully. It’s about 8 feet tall and very spindly.
"My lifespan has been enhanced by my pact with my patron, the Archcrone. As for which element, I obviously command fire. Just look at my scales. But I also control certain types of poison." Poisonous gas begins to leak from between his jaws.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He struggles to break free from the creature's grasp. "What in the Nine Hells are you?!"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“I see, dual elemental expression is uncommon, and I sign of great power where I hail from. I command lightning and wind myself.” She says as Dufort, his spell book, float beside him. “What is having a pact like? I’ve heard of such deals made for more power but never had the change to meet someone who was in such a pact”
"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’s eyes flash several different colors, blue to pink to yellow to green back to blue and going again.
”Madness!-Your friendly Neighborhood Octopus-The Protagonist- Tooooooooooooooonthulhu!” It eventually decides on.
”whhoooooo are you, you (BEEEEEEP)?!?” It says. That beep is not just me censoring a swear, that’s the actual sound effect that plays.
"Well, it depends on what you exchanged for the power. I myself gave up my ability to blink, which makes good for scaring foolish adventurers, and my ability to ever find love. That part of the deal is fine with me, especially since my wife, Ygrazda, is already gone... Anyways, most of what you do as part of a pact is whatever your patron tells you to do. In my case, that is causing chaos and destruction wherever I go."
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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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Let. Go. Of. ME!" A bolt of lightning crashes down, striking the blade of the glaive, then ricocheting off and heading straight toward Toonthulhu. They must succeed on a DC 18 Dex save or take 19 lightning damage. Half on success.
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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“Those are…interesting things to give up for such power. Is your patron some sort of trickster entity? And why did you enter such a deal? Was it just the power granted or for another reason.” He asks curiously.
"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
"Yes, the Archcrone is quite the trickster. Which is to be expected from a fey like them. I entered the deal because I was looking for more power. Believe me, I was strong back then, but now, I am almost unstoppable due to the amount of pure magic running through my veins." He takes drinks another five barrels of beer.
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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Dex: 28 either way, he stretches and jumps up out of the way of the lightning bolt, ignoring it completely. (Basically they have a a lot of temp hp flavored as them using toon physics.
”Gah! How rude!”
Elk assumes a fighter's stance, his glaive held pointing at the monster.
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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Toji is still waiting for his trial in the underworld
Jeff is wandering around the dome, anything attacking him simply bouncing off
Grey is still trying to fix the watch
Asura has finished destroying the army. Craters and and destroyed bodies everywhere
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”