Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
"It does not matter, I am here now grandfather." He rests his head, one of his arms appears destroyed, bleeding from many, many places.
Ragnaris narrows his massive eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl. "Who did this to you? Whoever they are, I will tear them limb from limb!"
"Grandfather, I would not tell you even if I hadn't already handled it myself. I do not need you going on another revenge quest for my sake." He smiles, leaning on them "I will heal."
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
"It does not matter, I am here now grandfather." He rests his head, one of his arms appears destroyed, bleeding from many, many places.
Ragnaris narrows his massive eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl. "Who did this to you? Whoever they are, I will tear them limb from limb!"
"Grandfather, I would not tell you even if I hadn't already handled it myself. I do not need you going on another revenge quest for my sake." He smiles, leaning on them "I will heal."
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
"It's not supposed to. Why're you here if you don't want to fight?"
“Coming here wasn’t my idea.”
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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 seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
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 chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
"It's not supposed to. Why're you here if you don't want to fight?"
“Coming here wasn’t my idea.”
"Then who's was it?" He asks, knowing he doesn't really care about the answer.
“Roy.”
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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 seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching dawned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
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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 seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris nods, satisfied. "Good. I am happy to hear that both of you are well. To let you know, I am faring good as well, though I am busy. Cities to raze, treasure to collect, certain matters involving other dragons to attend to, and of course I must tend to my lair. And I am now realizing that I should go speak with Silyxer..."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
He chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
"It's not supposed to. Why're you here if you don't want to fight?"
“Coming here wasn’t my idea.”
"Then who's was it?" He asks, knowing he doesn't really care about the answer.
“Roy.”
“And you want me to ask who Roy is?”
“No, not really.”
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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 seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris nods, satisfied. "Good. I am happy to hear that both of you are well. To let you know, I am faring good as well, though I am busy. Cities to raze, treasure to collect, certain matters involving other dragons to attend to, and of course I must tend to my lair. And I am now realizing that I should go speak with Silyxer..."
“It is best you do, he needs someone to talk to right now, and I don’t know if I can be that person. Grandfather, I know it is in your nature, but please try not to do things that may give you a greater jail sentence.”
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris nods, satisfied. "Good. I am happy to hear that both of you are well. To let you know, I am faring good as well, though I am busy. Cities to raze, treasure to collect, certain matters involving other dragons to attend to, and of course I must tend to my lair. And I am now realizing that I should go speak with Silyxer..."
“It is best you do, he needs someone to talk to right now, and I don’t know if I can be that person. Grandfather, I know it is in your nature, but please try not to do things that may give you a greater jail sentence.”
"Indeed he does." Ragnaris stares at Rag for a moment, then begins to chuckle. "Do not think your old grandfather will not be able to handle himself. I shall do what I please, and if Abaddon has a problem with it, I would like to see him pin me down again. But, for your sake, I shall try to control myself." He extends a wing over his grandson's body, allowing his massive head to rest on the ground.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
He chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
"It's not supposed to. Why're you here if you don't want to fight?"
“Coming here wasn’t my idea.”
"Then who's was it?" He asks, knowing he doesn't really care about the answer.
“Roy.”
“And you want me to ask who Roy is?”
“No, not really.”
“Then why did you say their name without explaining?”
“You’ll find out who he is eventually.”
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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 seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to you?"
He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
“Of course it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
He shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris nods, satisfied. "Good. I am happy to hear that both of you are well. To let you know, I am faring good as well, though I am busy. Cities to raze, treasure to collect, certain matters involving other dragons to attend to, and of course I must tend to my lair. And I am now realizing that I should go speak with Silyxer..."
“It is best you do, he needs someone to talk to right now, and I don’t know if I can be that person. Grandfather, I know it is in your nature, but please try not to do things that may give you a greater jail sentence.”
"Indeed he does." Ragnaris stares at Rag for a moment, then begins to chuckle. "Do not think your old grandfather will not be able to handle himself. I shall do what I please, and if Abaddon has a problem with it, I would like to see him pin me down again. But, for your sake, I shall try to control myself." He extends a wing over his grandson's body, allowing his massive head to rest on the ground.
He sighs “It is not that bad I want you to do that like yourself. I simply wish you to be more careful about it, I am going to rest, I love you grandfather.” He lays down his head, beginning to sleep.
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"Grandfather, I would not tell you even if I hadn't already handled it myself. I do not need you going on another revenge quest for my sake." He smiles, leaning on them "I will heal."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Ragnaris seems to calm down, but his nostrils flare, spewing forth ash and smoke. He nods, saying "Very well. At least let me do this, however." He touches a claw to Rag's forehead, causing most, but not all, of his wounds to close. "Now, may I ask who, or what, did this to 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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He sighs, smoke billowing from his throat along with the sound of crackling flames "Work did this. I have to catch those no one else can, sometimes I get hurt unfortunately." The wounds close and the blood dries from the heat "Do not worry about me, I won't die any more than I already have."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Coming here wasn’t my idea.”
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!”
"Then who's was it?" He asks, knowing he doesn't really care about the answer.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Ragnaris begins to growl. "I assume 'work' means catching damned souls that try to escape?"
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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“Roy.”
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 it does, you should be happy your grandson catches all the bad guys.” He chuckles mirthlessly, laying down.
“And you want me to ask who Roy is?”
"Well yes, but I hate that Abbadon uses you like this. Before I healed you, half of your foreleg was shredded to pieces. I shudder to think what could do that to a warrior of your caliber." Ragnaris sighs. "I would love nothing more than to shove Astaroth's sword up his arse and char him in a pit of hellfire."
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 shakes his head, leaning against them “Astaroth isn’t as awful as he first appears. I certainly don’t like him but he’s simply doing his job. Some foes are mighty, that is why I have to handle them myself.” The ground begins to turn to lava around them both, Rag sinking into it.
"I meant shoving Astaroth's sword up Abbadon's arse, but either is fine I suppose." Ragnaris looks around, ignoring the lava now surrounding him and his grandson. "So, how are you? And I would like to know how Ettelia is as well."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
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“She is doing well, her work isn’t any simpler than mine, but she’s been able to manage without getting herself hurt. I’m doing well, I don’t have much work most days, so I train the imps and things like that. I want to make it a fair fight when my work there is over.”
Ragnaris nods, satisfied. "Good. I am happy to hear that both of you are well. To let you know, I am faring good as well, though I am busy. Cities to raze, treasure to collect, certain matters involving other dragons to attend to, and of course I must tend to my lair. And I am now realizing that I should go speak with Silyxer..."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
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“No, not really.”
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!”
“It is best you do, he needs someone to talk to right now, and I don’t know if I can be that person. Grandfather, I know it is in your nature, but please try not to do things that may give you a greater jail sentence.”
“Then why did you say their name without explaining?”
"Indeed he does." Ragnaris stares at Rag for a moment, then begins to chuckle. "Do not think your old grandfather will not be able to handle himself. I shall do what I please, and if Abaddon has a problem with it, I would like to see him pin me down again. But, for your sake, I shall try to control myself." He extends a wing over his grandson's body, allowing his massive head to rest on the ground.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
“You’ll find out who he is eventually.”
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 sighs “It is not that bad I want you to do that like yourself. I simply wish you to be more careful about it, I am going to rest, I love you grandfather.” He lays down his head, beginning to sleep.