Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
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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.
(Greetings, all! After some time pillaging towns and toppling governments by killing their leaders, Grandpa Ragnaris has decided to come in for another visit with Ragtelia!)
*YAY! I have no idea who that is but Ragnerious will be incredibly pleased, even though he also doesn't know who that is either.*
(It's a ship name for Rag and Ettelia, aka the Jailor. It concerns me that you didn't figure that out.)
*I am not as smart as you would expect me to be, also I don't do ship names so it went over my head.*
(Ah. Well, I'm very well versed in the world of shipping (Lumity, Korrasami, etc etc.), so yeah, don't expect to always know what I'm talkin' about.)
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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.
Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
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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!”
Shade appears behind Lonely and waits for them to be finished.
Ragnerious is training all of the pit fiends and enjoying his life. Teaching them about combat philosophies, wearing very small professor's glasses, currently waiting for any questions.
Donquixote has finished his job and is waiting in Abaddon's office. *Give me a minute, got to shower.*
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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.
Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
*Well he sees the remains of a cursed spirit, popped.*
He makes a motion across his neck to symbolize dead, and smiles.
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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.
Shade appears behind Lonely and waits for them to be finished.
Ragnerious is training all of the pit fiends and enjoying his life. Teaching them about combat philosophies, wearing very small professor's glasses, currently waiting for any questions.
Donquixote has finished his job and is waiting in Abaddon's office. *Give me a minute, got to shower.*
They land a perfect cartwheel and turn to face shade. “Hi!”
one of them asks a question that I don’t feel like coming up with Right now so you can if you want.
Abaddon walks in, holding a bunch of paperwork. He looks to Don. ”are you done?”
Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
*Well he sees the remains of a cursed spirit, popped.*
He makes a motion across his neck to symbolize dead, and smiles.
“So you killed something by saying one word. Cool. What did you kill?”
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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!”
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
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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, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
He is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
*Well he sees the remains of a cursed spirit, popped.*
He makes a motion across his neck to symbolize dead, and smiles.
“So you killed something by saying one word. Cool. What did you kill?”
He tries to convey 'cursed spirit' with charades but it isn't the best. He just signs it instead.
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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, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
He is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
He walks up to Rag, winking at a few of the pit fiends as he passes by. "Hello, grandson. How 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.
Shade appears behind Lonely and waits for them to be finished.
Ragnerious is training all of the pit fiends and enjoying his life. Teaching them about combat philosophies, wearing very small professor's glasses, currently waiting for any questions.
Donquixote has finished his job and is waiting in Abaddon's office. *Give me a minute, got to shower.*
They land a perfect cartwheel and turn to face shade. “Hi!”
one of them asks a question that I don’t feel like coming up with Right now so you can if you want.
Abaddon walks in, holding a bunch of paperwork. He looks to Don. ”are you done?”
"Mr. Asano is in danger, although he believes he can handle it. We must continue your training in his absence."
He points his axe at them like a teaching stick "That is a good question. Why is this important to fighting at all? Does anyone have an answer of any kind?"
Don lights a smoke "You know me, if it weren't done I wouldn't be here. It should be in that stack of papers."
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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, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
He is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
He walks up to Rag, winking at a few of the pit fiends as he passes by. "Hello, grandson. How are you?"
He turns around, currently teaching said pit fiends in combat philosophy. He smiles at his grandfather "Hello grandfather, I am doing well, although slightly busy."
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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.
Perfect is eating a pop-tart while playing some kind of game on his phone. While floating a few feet off the ground, of course
*Pop tarts are disgusting.*
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice with a thousand yard stare, seemingly looking past Perfect and seeing something in the distance.
*Your delusional, but your stance on Dio’s speed all ready told me that*
He ignores the fact that something is probably behind him, finishing his pop-tart all pulling another one from the inside of his jacket somehow.
*I know I'm delusional, but that doesn't inherently make me wrong.*
Inumakin eventually gets up and walks past Perfect, saying a single word "Pop.", he then hears a popping sound and feels something wet hit him although he sees nothing.
*He has true sight, if that matters*
“You know what that was about?” He asks Inumaki
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
*Well he sees the remains of a cursed spirit, popped.*
He makes a motion across his neck to symbolize dead, and smiles.
“So you killed something by saying one word. Cool. What did you kill?”
He tries to convey 'cursed spirit' with charades but it isn't the best. He just signs it instead.
“And what’s a cursed spirit? Is it like a ghost or something?”
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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!”
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
He is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
He walks up to Rag, winking at a few of the pit fiends as he passes by. "Hello, grandson. How are you?"
He turns around, currently teaching said pit fiends in combat philosophy. He smiles at his grandfather "Hello grandfather, I am doing well, although slightly busy."
"I see that. Would you mind if I sat and watched? Then perhaps you and I might be able to seek out Ettelia together. I wish to know how she has been as well." He holds out his hand, and a cane topped on one end with two cresent shaped blades appears in it. He leans on it, the cane radiating heat like that of a warm fireplace as he does so.
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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.
“And what’s a cursed spirit? Is it like a ghost or something?”
He shakes his head, in a 'kinda' gesture, signing "They're made of negative emotions."
“Interesting.”
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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!”
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
He is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
He walks up to Rag, winking at a few of the pit fiends as he passes by. "Hello, grandson. How are you?"
He turns around, currently teaching said pit fiends in combat philosophy. He smiles at his grandfather "Hello grandfather, I am doing well, although slightly busy."
"I see that. Would you mind if I sat and watched? Then perhaps you and I might be able to seek out Ettelia together. I wish to know how she has been as well." He holds out his hand, and a cane topped on one end with two cresent shaped blades appears in it. He leans on it, the cane radiating heat like that of a warm fireplace as he does so.
"I do not mind at all, although I want to make sure the pit fiends can see so please do not prevent their view." He gestures to a spot behind the fiends, he then continues his lecture about the importance of things such as mindset in combat, and the importance of knowing your opponent by knowing yourself.
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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.
Aeolus is playing with an air elemental she summoned.
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Alacreus is doing very normal dog things, such as sleeping.
Abaddon and co are being Abaddon and co
Corvin is turning a tiny seed into an ancient oak with time magic.
Archfey just gave Ragnaris some fun new destructive toys.
*If you think truesight allows sight of cursed spirits then it matters.*
He shrugs and waves a hand slightly in a 'so-so' motion.
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
(Ah. Well, I'm very well versed in the world of shipping (Lumity, Korrasami, etc etc.), so yeah, don't expect to always know what I'm talkin' about.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*It probably would*
”Then what do you know?”
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!”
Shade appears behind Lonely and waits for them to be finished.
Ragnerious is training all of the pit fiends and enjoying his life. Teaching them about combat philosophies, wearing very small professor's glasses, currently waiting for any questions.
Donquixote has finished his job and is waiting in Abaddon's office. *Give me a minute, got to shower.*
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
*Well he sees the remains of a cursed spirit, popped.*
He makes a motion across his neck to symbolize dead, and smiles.
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
They land a perfect cartwheel and turn to face shade. “Hi!”
one of them asks a question that I don’t feel like coming up with Right now so you can if you want.
Abaddon walks in, holding a bunch of paperwork. He looks to Don. ”are you done?”
“So you killed something by saying one word. Cool. What did you kill?”
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!”
Ragnaris, who had been sleeping for about a week or two, wakes up. He yawns, his maw opening wide. He draws a circle on the ground, and a portal appears. On the other side it shows wherever Ragnerious currently is. His form morphs until he has become a ten foot tall, elderly dragonborn, and he hops through the portal.
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 is now in a small sort of arena room, with a bunch of very confused pit fiends and Ragnerious training them.
He tries to convey 'cursed spirit' with charades but it isn't the best. He just signs it instead.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He walks up to Rag, winking at a few of the pit fiends as he passes by. "Hello, grandson. How 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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"Mr. Asano is in danger, although he believes he can handle it. We must continue your training in his absence."
He points his axe at them like a teaching stick "That is a good question. Why is this important to fighting at all? Does anyone have an answer of any kind?"
Don lights a smoke "You know me, if it weren't done I wouldn't be here. It should be in that stack of papers."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He turns around, currently teaching said pit fiends in combat philosophy. He smiles at his grandfather "Hello grandfather, I am doing well, although slightly busy."
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
“And what’s a cursed spirit? Is it like a ghost or something?”
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!”
He shakes his head, in a 'kinda' gesture, signing "They're made of negative emotions."
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 see that. Would you mind if I sat and watched? Then perhaps you and I might be able to seek out Ettelia together. I wish to know how she has been as well." He holds out his hand, and a cane topped on one end with two cresent shaped blades appears in it. He leans on it, the cane radiating heat like that of a warm fireplace as he does so.
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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“Interesting.”
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 do not mind at all, although I want to make sure the pit fiends can see so please do not prevent their view." He gestures to a spot behind the fiends, he then continues his lecture about the importance of things such as mindset in combat, and the importance of knowing your opponent by knowing yourself.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He shrugs and goes back to his sushi.
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