Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
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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 is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
“That sounds fun, and if Abaddon ends up catching you here I’ll handle it. It’s just great to have you here grandfather.” Rag says looking down at the prisoners, getting a very foolish idea, which Ragnaris can see on his face.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
“That sounds fun, and if Abaddon ends up catching you here I’ll handle it. It’s just great to have you here grandfather.” Rag says looking down at the prisoners, getting a very foolish idea, which Ragnaris can see on his face.
"Ragnerious, what are you thinking?", Ragnaris says, raising and eyebrow.
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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 is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
“That sounds fun, and if Abaddon ends up catching you here I’ll handle it. It’s just great to have you here grandfather.” Rag says looking down at the prisoners, getting a very foolish idea, which Ragnaris can see on his face.
"Ragnerious, what are you thinking?", Ragnaris says, raising and eyebrow.
“Oh, nothing important. I just feel like jumping down there, and fighting all of them. Maybe I’ll give them weapons to make it more fair.” He says rubbing his chin in thought.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
“That sounds fun, and if Abaddon ends up catching you here I’ll handle it. It’s just great to have you here grandfather.” Rag says looking down at the prisoners, getting a very foolish idea, which Ragnaris can see on his face.
"Ragnerious, what are you thinking?", Ragnaris says, raising and eyebrow.
“Oh, nothing important. I just feel like jumping down there, and fighting all of them. Maybe I’ll give them weapons to make it more fair.” He says rubbing his chin in thought.
Ragnaris perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
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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.
*Agate you should join the Jojo’s thread. You’re so fun to rp with.*
(Eh... maybe?)
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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.
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 perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
He smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
Ragnaris flaps his wings, becoming airborne. He flies down, following Rag, a wicked smile on his face, his axe-cane raised and at the ready.
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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 perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
He smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
”well, yeah, but there’s a lot of… powerful creatures down here, and reforming back here is pretty painful. Like being burnt alive despite an immunity to fire, but it burns your soul…”
Ragnaris perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
He smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
”well, yeah, but there’s a lot of… powerful creatures down here, and reforming back here is pretty painful. Like being burnt alive despite an immunity to fire, but it burns your soul…”
"I got this!" He yells back before landing and cracking his knuckles "Which one of you is the strongest?"
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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 perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
He smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
”well, yeah, but there’s a lot of… powerful creatures down here, and reforming back here is pretty painful. Like being burnt alive despite an immunity to fire, but it burns your soul…”
"I got this!" He yells back before landing and cracking his knuckles "Which one of you is the strongest?"
The Jailor extends the bars of a cell in the wall, making it so that it contains Rag and Ragnaris as well. Inside the cell is a fully armored figure, with messy brown hair, fair skin, welcoming blue eyes, and shining steel armor. In his hand is a steel sword inscribed with words in Draconic, speaking words of virtue and honor. The Jailor yells from above, “thats King Arthur! After he died, he fought against some devils and Abaddon arrested him until he comes back with the whole prophecy thing. Once and future king, you know?” She says. Arthur looks confused.
(I’m not feeling very creative today so y’all are fighting King Arthur since I have a statblock for him on hand!(
Ragnaris perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
He smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
”well, yeah, but there’s a lot of… powerful creatures down here, and reforming back here is pretty painful. Like being burnt alive despite an immunity to fire, but it burns your soul…”
"I got this!" He yells back before landing and cracking his knuckles "Which one of you is the strongest?"
The Jailor extends the bars of a cell in the wall, making it so that it contains Rag and Ragnaris as well. Inside the cell is a fully armored figure, with messy brown hair, fair skin, welcoming blue eyes, and shining steel armor. In his hand is a steel sword inscribed with words in Draconic, speaking words of virtue and honor. The Jailor yells from above, “thats King Arthur! After he died, he fought against some devils and Abaddon arrested him until he comes back with the whole prophecy thing. Once and future king, you know?” She says. Arthur looks confused.
(I’m not feeling very creative today so y’all are fighting King Arthur since I have a statblock for him on hand!(
*I'm down to fight King Arthur.*
He cracks his neck and says in Draconic "I am here to fight you. Ready yourself King, because you are about to face something beyond a king." He gets into a fighting stance, not grabbing his axe just yet. Init:25
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
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Ragnaris swings his cane-axe in a circle, coming to have its the top of its haft pointing directly at King Arthur. "Come forth and fight me and my grandson, if you so dare!"
Initiative: 5
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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.
"Both are very good to hear. I think... this time I may stick around more than just a few minutes. Abaddon has not caught me yet, so I may as well take a few risks. Perhaps a game night? Who wants to play Duck, Duck, Dragon? I used to love that game when I was a hatchling." He strokes his long white beard, remembering the good old days all those thousands of years ago.
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 sounds fun, and if Abaddon ends up catching you here I’ll handle it. It’s just great to have you here grandfather.” Rag says looking down at the prisoners, getting a very foolish idea, which Ragnaris can see on his face.
"Ragnerious, what are you thinking?", Ragnaris says, raising and eyebrow.
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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“Oh, nothing important. I just feel like jumping down there, and fighting all of them. Maybe I’ll give them weapons to make it more fair.” He says rubbing his chin in thought.
Ragnaris perks up at the thought of a fight. "That would be quite interesting. May I join you? I will of course be in this form, and no spells."
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 smiles “Of course grandpa, but it’s up to the Jailor if we can do that.” He turns to Ettelia and blows her a kiss before asking if they can.
*Agate you should join the Jojo’s thread. You’re so fun to rp with.*
(Eh... maybe?)
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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*Fair enough, but is it fun if you do join.*
*Arch?*
*Second boink.*
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
She looks around.
“uh, sure… who do ya wanna fight? All of them? There’s… a lot of them.”
(Boinkity doinkity.)
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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"Why not? I'm not worried, and even if I die I'll just end up back here right?" He takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping down.
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
Ragnaris flaps his wings, becoming airborne. He flies down, following Rag, a wicked smile on his face, his axe-cane raised and at the ready.
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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”well, yeah, but there’s a lot of… powerful creatures down here, and reforming back here is pretty painful. Like being burnt alive despite an immunity to fire, but it burns your soul…”
"I got this!" He yells back before landing and cracking his knuckles "Which one of you is the strongest?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
The Jailor extends the bars of a cell in the wall, making it so that it contains Rag and Ragnaris as well. Inside the cell is a fully armored figure, with messy brown hair, fair skin, welcoming blue eyes, and shining steel armor. In his hand is a steel sword inscribed with words in Draconic, speaking words of virtue and honor. The Jailor yells from above, “thats King Arthur! After he died, he fought against some devils and Abaddon arrested him until he comes back with the whole prophecy thing. Once and future king, you know?” She says. Arthur looks confused.
(I’m not feeling very creative today so y’all are fighting King Arthur since I have a statblock for him on hand!(
*I'm down to fight King Arthur.*
He cracks his neck and says in Draconic "I am here to fight you. Ready yourself King, because you are about to face something beyond a king." He gets into a fighting stance, not grabbing his axe just yet. Init:25
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
Ragnaris swings his cane-axe in a circle, coming to have its the top of its haft pointing directly at King Arthur. "Come forth and fight me and my grandson, if you so dare!"
Initiative: 5
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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