”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.
Toonthulhu jumps and bounds around Elk, his legs like springs. He holds out his hands, like he’s about to throw a punch.
”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.
Toonthulhu jumps and bounds around Elk, his legs like springs. He holds out his hands, like he’s about to throw a punch.
”Let me at ‘em!” He says. Initiative: 10
Initiative: 8
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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.
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Elk charges forward, taking two quick slashes at Toonthulhu with his glaive.
Attack #1: 23
Damage: 19 magical slashing
2 lightning
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19 magical slashing
6 lightning
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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.
He becomes poisoned! She takes another glass too. “Eh, it’s fine…”
”eh, makes sense. They’re Probably pretty expensive…”
He leans in and kisses her on the forehead “You’re so pretty, I love your-hic- pretty face.” He is obviously drunk.
“I can tell even if their not expensive they have sentimental value.”
She giggles, and she boops him on the nose. “You’re also-HIC- pretty.”
he walks to the end of the hall, towards a pair of big doors. “I think he’s behind these doors, should be at least. This is his throne room.”
*Not this again lol.* He chuckles from the boop and smiles “I can’t belie- believe I found you. I- hic- love you.”
“Then let’s see this throne room.” He kicks the doors open. *I’ll disappear soon, sorry.*
“Isn’t it ironic?… that-HIC- a prison warden and a former prisoner fall in love?” he enters a giant room of black stone decorated with golden patterns, with a giant long table in the center, lined with chairs. Four people are seated at the chairs: an elf in black robes, a tiefling in priest’s attire, and an adventurer halfling with a rapier, and then the person in the painting, the last noble, wearing expensive looking noble’s clothing, a glowing sword at their side.
”I don’t care if mining that gold could cause a village to collapse, I want a mine there!- oh, it seems we have a visitor…” he looks up to Jason and Varavothim. “Who are you?”
“Hehe, yeah.” He then processes what she said and turns his head “Wait, you- hic- love me too?”
“I don’t want to deal with this again. How many of you want to remain conscious and or alive?” He raises the dagger.
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
John Dungeon the Crusader walks out in his suit of armor and approaches the giant dragon, moving seamlessly despite the heavy plate. He charges the dragon, only stopping when he see the barrels of beer, and scratches his head confused.
Ragnaris sets them down on the ground, then gently begins to drink from one as best as his massive paws will allow.
“Huh, a dragon drinking. That’s a first.” He raises the blade at the dragon “Do you wish to cause any innocents harm dragon?”
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.
John Dungeon the Crusader walks out in his suit of armor and approaches the giant dragon, moving seamlessly despite the heavy plate. He charges the dragon, only stopping when he see the barrels of beer, and scratches his head confused.
Ragnaris sets them down on the ground, then gently begins to drink from one as best as his massive paws will allow.
“Huh, a dragon drinking. That’s a first.” He raises the blade at the dragon “Do you wish to cause any innocents harm dragon?”
He looks at the man with piercing eyes. "Not at the moment, small human. Right now, I would like to partake in this ale I have acquired."
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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.
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
He growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
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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.
John Dungeon the Crusader walks out in his suit of armor and approaches the giant dragon, moving seamlessly despite the heavy plate. He charges the dragon, only stopping when he see the barrels of beer, and scratches his head confused.
Ragnaris sets them down on the ground, then gently begins to drink from one as best as his massive paws will allow.
“Huh, a dragon drinking. That’s a first.” He raises the blade at the dragon “Do you wish to cause any innocents harm dragon?”
He looks at the man with piercing eyes. "Not at the moment, small human. Right now, I would like to partake in this ale I have acquired."
The armored human stands firm, a soldier though and though, bulky although definitely not as bulky as Rag. He lowers the blade into his scabbard “Then I shall challenge you later. For now I shall partake of my own drink.” He pulls out a small flagon of ale from his belt and drinks with the dragon, somehow with his helm still on.
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
He growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
“Abaddon. That was the devil guy in the office that I ran into from before, right? They don’t look that powerful…though I suppose looks can be deceiving….”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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.
John Dungeon the Crusader walks out in his suit of armor and approaches the giant dragon, moving seamlessly despite the heavy plate. He charges the dragon, only stopping when he see the barrels of beer, and scratches his head confused.
Ragnaris sets them down on the ground, then gently begins to drink from one as best as his massive paws will allow.
“Huh, a dragon drinking. That’s a first.” He raises the blade at the dragon “Do you wish to cause any innocents harm dragon?”
He looks at the man with piercing eyes. "Not at the moment, small human. Right now, I would like to partake in this ale I have acquired."
The armored human stands firm, a soldier though and though, bulky although definitely not as bulky as Rag. He lowers the blade into his scabbard “Then I shall challenge you later. For now I shall partake of my own drink.” He pulls out a small flagon of ale from his belt and drinks with the dragon, somehow with his helm still on.
Zeon hears the man and leans over to see the Crusader. “Hello Mr. Dungeon. How goes your quest?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Toji is waiting for his trial, considering just tearing the bars off his cell and leaving
Asura has apparently been angered, and has become a one man army, fighting an army
Don walks in with a stool and sits in front of his stool “So I know you’re a criminal but I might be able to help you out.”
John is watching with an approving gaze that no one can see through his helm.
“And how’s that?”
Every time Asura throws a punch or kick, someone dies a gruesome death
“Well I wasn’t exactly an upright citizen before I worked for Abaddon, and I’m still now, so how about you work with me?”
John walks over to the army, walking inside without being noticed and starting to spread doubt in their victory chances.
“And help you put honest folk out of work? Hell no. And plus, I wouldn’t be putting people on tee shirts.”
One poor soul attempts to sweep Asura’s legs. He fails, getting stomped into the ground so hard that an earthquake starts
“Oh you don’t seem to understand what I do. My job is usually to kill those who need killing, this is side work.”
John unsheathes his sword and walks to the front of the ground “Stop your assault men!” He raises the blade “I shall face him myself!”
“And you book me for murder? Hypocrite.”
Asura turns to him, eyes glowing white “Arrogant mortal. Fine then. I shall make you a deal. If you can cut me, you win.” He holds up one finger “This is all I shall use to defeat you.”
init: 27
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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!”
Toji is waiting for his trial, considering just tearing the bars off his cell and leaving
Asura has apparently been angered, and has become a one man army, fighting an army
Don walks in with a stool and sits in front of his stool “So I know you’re a criminal but I might be able to help you out.”
John is watching with an approving gaze that no one can see through his helm.
“And how’s that?”
Every time Asura throws a punch or kick, someone dies a gruesome death
“Well I wasn’t exactly an upright citizen before I worked for Abaddon, and I’m still now, so how about you work with me?”
John walks over to the army, walking inside without being noticed and starting to spread doubt in their victory chances.
“And help you put honest folk out of work? Hell no. And plus, I wouldn’t be putting people on tee shirts.”
One poor soul attempts to sweep Asura’s legs. He fails, getting stomped into the ground so hard that an earthquake starts
“Oh you don’t seem to understand what I do. My job is usually to kill those who need killing, this is side work.”
John unsheathes his sword and walks to the front of the ground “Stop your assault men!” He raises the blade “I shall face him myself!”
“And you book me for murder? Hypocrite.”
Asura turns to him, eyes glowing white “Arrogant mortal. Fine then. I shall make you a deal. If you can cut me, you win.” He holds up one finger “This is all I shall use to defeat you.”
init: 27
“Of course I’m a hypocrite, where does it look like we are?” He gestures around them. *Separate the fight from the rp.*
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
He growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
“Abaddon. That was the devil guy in the office that I ran into from before, right? They don’t look that powerful…though I suppose looks can be deceiving….”
"He is not very powerful in the slightest. He barely scratched me. The only reason he and his consort Astaroth won is because they managed to tire me enough that I died of exhaustion."
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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.
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
He growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
“Abaddon. That was the devil guy in the office that I ran into from before, right? They don’t look that powerful…though I suppose looks can be deceiving….”
"He is not very powerful in the slightest. He barely scratched me. The only reason he and his consort Astaroth won is because they managed to tire me enough that I died of exhaustion."
“Ah, death by attrition. It’s an effective strategy…if a bit cowardly at times. I’ve fought a few opponents who thought themselves clever using tactics like that. Unfortunately unless you have the means to handle such a plan falling short, you don’t get very far in the end when your opponent is just stinger, smarter, or better disciplined”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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!”
"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.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
He growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
“Abaddon. That was the devil guy in the office that I ran into from before, right? They don’t look that powerful…though I suppose looks can be deceiving….”
"He is not very powerful in the slightest. He barely scratched me. The only reason he and his consort Astaroth won is because they managed to tire me enough that I died of exhaustion."
“Ah, death by attrition. It’s an effective strategy…if a bit cowardly at times. I’ve fought a few opponents who thought themselves clever using tactics like that. Unfortunately unless you have the means to handle such a plan falling short, you don’t get very far in the end when your opponent is just stinger, smarter, or better disciplined”
"I should probably finish off this ale. And then I am going to visit my grandson. It will be nice to see him." He chugs barrel after barrel of alcohol, until every single one is empty.
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.
Toonthulhu jumps and bounds around Elk, his legs like springs. He holds out his hands, like he’s about to throw a punch.
”Let me at ‘em!” He says. Initiative: 10
Initiative: 8
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 charges forward, taking two quick slashes at Toonthulhu with his glaive.
Attack #1: 23
Damage: 19 magical slashing
2 lightning
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19 magical slashing
6 lightning
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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Flower is debating about leaving the dome to go hunting
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“Hehe, yeah.” He then processes what she said and turns his head “Wait, you- hic- love me too?”
“I don’t want to deal with this again. How many of you want to remain conscious and or alive?” He raises the dagger.
“That’s really cool. I’d like to see how strong you are, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a match for you at my current state. Maybe in a few hundred years I’d put up more of a fight against you.” He says. “Who’s the strongest person you have ever fought against?”
"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
“Oh you don’t seem to understand what I do. My job is usually to kill those who need killing, this is side work.”
John unsheathes his sword and walks to the front of the ground “Stop your assault men!” He raises the blade “I shall face him myself!”
“Huh, a dragon drinking. That’s a first.” He raises the blade at the dragon “Do you wish to cause any innocents harm dragon?”
*Sorry I disappeared everybody, but I’m back now if anyone wants to rp.*
He looks at the man with piercing eyes. "Not at the moment, small human. Right now, I would like to partake in this ale I have acquired."
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 growls. "They were certainly not the strongest, but they are the only two ever to defeat me: Abaddon and Astaroth."
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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The armored human stands firm, a soldier though and though, bulky although definitely not as bulky as Rag. He lowers the blade into his scabbard “Then I shall challenge you later. For now I shall partake of my own drink.” He pulls out a small flagon of ale from his belt and drinks with the dragon, somehow with his helm still on.
“Abaddon. That was the devil guy in the office that I ran into from before, right? They don’t look that powerful…though I suppose looks can be deceiving….”
"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
Zeon hears the man and leans over to see the Crusader. “Hello Mr. Dungeon. How goes your quest?”
"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
“And you book me for murder? Hypocrite.”
Asura turns to him, eyes glowing white “Arrogant mortal. Fine then. I shall make you a deal. If you can cut me, you win.” He holds up one finger “This is all I shall use to defeat you.”
init: 27
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!”
“Of course I’m a hypocrite, where does it look like we are?” He gestures around them. *Separate the fight from the rp.*
"He is not very powerful in the slightest. He barely scratched me. The only reason he and his consort Astaroth won is because they managed to tire me enough that I died of exhaustion."
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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“Ah, death by attrition. It’s an effective strategy…if a bit cowardly at times. I’ve fought a few opponents who thought themselves clever using tactics like that. Unfortunately unless you have the means to handle such a plan falling short, you don’t get very far in the end when your opponent is just stinger, smarter, or better disciplined”
"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
Asura pokes him 6 times in the stomach. Well, poke is the wrong word. More like stabbing faster than the speed of sound
Attack: 30 Damage: 29 Attack: 22 Damage: 23 Attack: 26 Damage: 31 Attack: 22 Damage: 30 Attack: 25 Damage: 28 Attack: 30 Damage: 31 all non-lethal piercing damage
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!”
"I should probably finish off this ale. And then I am going to visit my grandson. It will be nice to see him." He chugs barrel after barrel of alcohol, until every single one is empty.
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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