He thinks for a moment “Oh… uhhhh… two -hic- hundred years.” He says, moving his head over to lean against her.
Shade nods, agreeing entirely “That is true, but Mr Asano helps himself to a code that he refuses to break.” Jason looks at him, and Shade sighs “In that way he’s like Batman.” Jason smiles.
“It was one of the more interesting fights. How are you and my buddy Astaroth doing?”
“That… can’t be right. -HIC- it felt longerrrr…..”
Lonely sits down. “Thats… a dumb moral code… also, who’s… bat… man?”
“Quite well, actually. Me and Astaroth just got back from a… business trip to Mechanus. One of my favorite destinations, so orderly.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Do you… -hic- wanna kiss?” He asks, his eyes shining with drunken wonder.
Shade shakes his head and begins to explain the deep complexities of Batman to this child while Jason eats a sandwich.
“So a honeymoon then. Here’s some advice before you talk to anyone else about it, like Astaroth’s parents, don’t pause before calling it a business trip. If you’re going to lie, be prepared.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she leans in close to his face.
”his parents died!?! Wow, that got dark. That must be really sad for him! I-… I wouldn’t know though, I’ve never lost any parents. I don’t think.”
“It was not a honeymoon! We aren’t married…” he grumbles, slamming his gavel into his desk.
He begins to kiss her, leaning in close to her, warm and comforting, yet reserved, an interesting balance.
“Yes master Lonely. It was quite unfortunate for him, and forever affected his mental state. Combined that with an interest encounter with bats, and he eventually became Batman.”
Donquixote cackles at the gavel slam “Oh come on, you know I’m just razzing you. Astaroth would have invited me to the wedding.”
She kisses him back, closing her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ears. (And you said like a day ago that Ragnerious didn’t have any partners :3)
”wow! Is that what losing a parent does to you? Weird. I wonder what he felt like on the inside! I don’t think I would know…” they say, brushing their hair out of their eyes.
he just sighs. “I-I’m… not even going to try anymore.” (fun fact, Abaddon’s court house has a gift shop)
He thinks for a moment “Oh… uhhhh… two -hic- hundred years.” He says, moving his head over to lean against her.
Shade nods, agreeing entirely “That is true, but Mr Asano helps himself to a code that he refuses to break.” Jason looks at him, and Shade sighs “In that way he’s like Batman.” Jason smiles.
“It was one of the more interesting fights. How are you and my buddy Astaroth doing?”
“That… can’t be right. -HIC- it felt longerrrr…..”
Lonely sits down. “Thats… a dumb moral code… also, who’s… bat… man?”
“Quite well, actually. Me and Astaroth just got back from a… business trip to Mechanus. One of my favorite destinations, so orderly.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Do you… -hic- wanna kiss?” He asks, his eyes shining with drunken wonder.
Shade shakes his head and begins to explain the deep complexities of Batman to this child while Jason eats a sandwich.
“So a honeymoon then. Here’s some advice before you talk to anyone else about it, like Astaroth’s parents, don’t pause before calling it a business trip. If you’re going to lie, be prepared.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she leans in close to his face.
”his parents died!?! Wow, that got dark. That must be really sad for him! I-… I wouldn’t know though, I’ve never lost any parents. I don’t think.”
“It was not a honeymoon! We aren’t married…” he grumbles, slamming his gavel into his desk.
He begins to kiss her, leaning in close to her, warm and comforting, yet reserved, an interesting balance.
“Yes master Lonely. It was quite unfortunate for him, and forever affected his mental state. Combined that with an interest encounter with bats, and he eventually became Batman.”
Donquixote cackles at the gavel slam “Oh come on, you know I’m just razzing you. Astaroth would have invited me to the wedding.”
She kisses him back, closing her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ears. (And you said like a day ago that Ragnerious didn’t have any partners :3)
”wow! Is that what losing a parent does to you? Weird. I wonder what he felt like on the inside! I don’t think I would know…” they say, brushing their hair out of their eyes.
he just sighs. “I-I’m… not even going to try anymore.” (fun fact, Abaddon’s court house has a gift shop)
*I have to admit, I forgot about Ettelia, as long as you aren’t around, your characters aren’t. Also, Don definitely frequents the gift shop.*
Eventually he pulls back, growing a tint of red that might just be him blushing, maybe from the alcohol, maybe the kiss. He chuckles, smiling softly.
“Not exactly Master Lonely. Though it does as a certain… edginess to most heroes. Like Mr Asano, though he hasn’t lost his parents. He has been described as an evil wizard because of his powers.”
“You should have learned that a while ago.” He says, smiling “I’m happy to hear things have been well, fingers crossed for the wedding being soon.”
He thinks for a moment “Oh… uhhhh… two -hic- hundred years.” He says, moving his head over to lean against her.
Shade nods, agreeing entirely “That is true, but Mr Asano helps himself to a code that he refuses to break.” Jason looks at him, and Shade sighs “In that way he’s like Batman.” Jason smiles.
“It was one of the more interesting fights. How are you and my buddy Astaroth doing?”
“That… can’t be right. -HIC- it felt longerrrr…..”
Lonely sits down. “Thats… a dumb moral code… also, who’s… bat… man?”
“Quite well, actually. Me and Astaroth just got back from a… business trip to Mechanus. One of my favorite destinations, so orderly.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Do you… -hic- wanna kiss?” He asks, his eyes shining with drunken wonder.
Shade shakes his head and begins to explain the deep complexities of Batman to this child while Jason eats a sandwich.
“So a honeymoon then. Here’s some advice before you talk to anyone else about it, like Astaroth’s parents, don’t pause before calling it a business trip. If you’re going to lie, be prepared.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she leans in close to his face.
”his parents died!?! Wow, that got dark. That must be really sad for him! I-… I wouldn’t know though, I’ve never lost any parents. I don’t think.”
“It was not a honeymoon! We aren’t married…” he grumbles, slamming his gavel into his desk.
He begins to kiss her, leaning in close to her, warm and comforting, yet reserved, an interesting balance.
“Yes master Lonely. It was quite unfortunate for him, and forever affected his mental state. Combined that with an interest encounter with bats, and he eventually became Batman.”
Donquixote cackles at the gavel slam “Oh come on, you know I’m just razzing you. Astaroth would have invited me to the wedding.”
She kisses him back, closing her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ears. (And you said like a day ago that Ragnerious didn’t have any partners :3)
”wow! Is that what losing a parent does to you? Weird. I wonder what he felt like on the inside! I don’t think I would know…” they say, brushing their hair out of their eyes.
he just sighs. “I-I’m… not even going to try anymore.” (fun fact, Abaddon’s court house has a gift shop)
*I have to admit, I forgot about Ettelia, as long as you aren’t around, your characters aren’t. Also, Don definitely frequents the gift shop.*
Eventually he pulls back, growing a tint of red that might just be him blushing, maybe from the alcohol, maybe the kiss. He chuckles, smiling softly.
“Not exactly Master Lonely. Though it does as a certain… edginess to most heroes. Like Mr Asano, though he hasn’t lost his parents. He has been described as an evil wizard because of his powers.”
“You should have learned that a while ago.” He says, smiling “I’m happy to hear things have been well, fingers crossed for the wedding being soon.”
*Cut for Arch. Unfortunately most of my fighting sheets are gone, but certainly one tomorrow.*
He smiles and nod, “Any -hic- time… I can’t believe -hic- I wouldn’t have… met you without that [gp].”
“Because, Master Lonely, his entire power set relies on making his opponents slowly or rapidly rot while still alive. Most find that terrifying.”
Don then leaves, cackling.
“Yeah-“ she pours him another glass. “But I’m-not even sure he’s -HIC- the worst. I think its a tie-HIC- with Mammon.”
”I-… i don’t understand? I mean, a lot of people do that.”
He takes the glass, drinking it down without much issue, giggling more “They’re -hic!- both that bad? How? You’re -hic- so great.” He chuckles.
“Not many people have a world consuming colony of leeches as a companion, Mr Asano does.”
“We’re all some -HIC- flavor of bad. Abaddon tortures people by -HIC- makin’ them-… plead for mercy and emotionally-traumatizin’ them… Mammon just puts you in-HIC- extreme financial debt- and I just… actually -HIC- torture people. I’m -HIC- evil, but Abaddon is… Abaddon’s just a (1GP).”
”well, I do! Sorta-… Jason is my companion, so they’re my companion’s companion!”
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
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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!”
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
Lonely pauses, sensing him come by. They drop the book, climb upright onto the branch, and watch them pass by, staying very, very still. Lonely’s breathing gets a bit quicker, their heart speeds up.
Ragnaris is prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
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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.
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
Lonely pauses, sensing him come by. They drop the book, climb upright onto the branch, and watch them pass by, staying very, very still. Lonely’s breathing gets a bit quicker, their heart speeds up.
The man notices them, staring them in the eyes. His own eyes are cold and unforgiving. The eyes of a killer. Someone without remorse or reason. “Who are you?”
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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 is prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
He senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
Lonely pauses, sensing him come by. They drop the book, climb upright onto the branch, and watch them pass by, staying very, very still. Lonely’s breathing gets a bit quicker, their heart speeds up.
The man notices them, staring them in the eyes. His own eyes are cold and unforgiving. The eyes of a killer. Someone without remorse or reason. “Who are you?”
Lonely’s eyes widen, and they stumble back a bit, almost falling out of the tree.
Ragnaris is prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
He senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
He growls at it, hoping to scare it off. He laces the growl with arcane words of warning: he is in no mood for a fight today.
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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 prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
He senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
He growls at it, hoping to scare it off. He laces the growl with arcane words of warning: he is in no mood for a fight today.
It does not scare off. It instead hops a bit closer. The power it radiates feels familiar… too familiar.
Ragnaris is prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
He senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
He growls at it, hoping to scare it off. He laces the growl with arcane words of warning: he is in no mood for a fight today.
It does not scare off. It instead hops a bit closer.
He attempts to turn around and walk away, maneuvering his massive scaled body around the trees. His maw begins to crackle with flames as he prepares to torch the foilage in his way.
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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 prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
He senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
He growls at it, hoping to scare it off. He laces the growl with arcane words of warning: he is in no mood for a fight today.
It does not scare off. It instead hops a bit closer.
He attempts to turn around and walk away, maneuvering his massive scaled body around the trees. His maw begins to crackle with flames as he prepares to torch the foilage in his way.
It continues following him, from a bit of a distance, but always out in the open. The power it radiates feels familiar… too familiar. Impossibly ancient.
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
Lonely pauses, sensing him come by. They drop the book, climb upright onto the branch, and watch them pass by, staying very, very still. Lonely’s breathing gets a bit quicker, their heart speeds up.
The man notices them, staring them in the eyes. His own eyes are cold and unforgiving. The eyes of a killer. Someone without remorse or reason. “Who are you?”
Lonely’s eyes widen, and they stumble back a bit, almost falling out of the tree.
”I-uh, hi… I’m-uh, Lonely?”
“I asked for your name. Not a description of your mental state.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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She kisses him back, closing her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ears. (And you said like a day ago that Ragnerious didn’t have any partners :3)
”wow! Is that what losing a parent does to you? Weird. I wonder what he felt like on the inside! I don’t think I would know…” they say, brushing their hair out of their eyes.
he just sighs. “I-I’m… not even going to try anymore.”
(fun fact, Abaddon’s court house has a gift shop)
*I have to admit, I forgot about Ettelia, as long as you aren’t around, your characters aren’t. Also, Don definitely frequents the gift shop.*
Eventually he pulls back, growing a tint of red that might just be him blushing, maybe from the alcohol, maybe the kiss. He chuckles, smiling softly.
“Not exactly Master Lonely. Though it does as a certain… edginess to most heroes. Like Mr Asano, though he hasn’t lost his parents. He has been described as an evil wizard because of his powers.”
“You should have learned that a while ago.” He says, smiling “I’m happy to hear things have been well, fingers crossed for the wedding being soon.”
*awww, fair point*
“Doyawanna-… another-HIC- glass of-HIC- thrill-…joy?”
”wow! It must be pretty cool to be an evil wizard! Wait… why is he an evil wizard?”
Abaddon facepalms.
(you up for a fight? Because I feel like violence*
*Cut for Arch. Unfortunately most of my fighting sheets are gone, but certainly one tomorrow.*
He smiles and nod, “Any -hic- time… I can’t believe -hic- I wouldn’t have… met you without that [gp].”
“Because, Master Lonely, his entire power set relies on making his opponents slowly or rapidly rot while still alive. Most find that terrifying.”
Don then leaves, cackling.
“Yeah-“ she pours him another glass. “But I’m-not even sure he’s -HIC- the worst. I think its a tie-HIC- with Mammon.”
”I-… i don’t understand? I mean, a lot of people do that.”
He takes the glass, drinking it down without much issue, giggling more “They’re -hic!- both that bad? How? You’re -hic- so great.” He chuckles.
“Not many people have a world consuming colony of leeches as a companion, Mr Asano does.”
“We’re all some -HIC- flavor of bad. Abaddon tortures people by -HIC- makin’ them-… plead for mercy and emotionally-traumatizin’ them… Mammon just puts you in-HIC- extreme financial debt- and I just… actually -HIC- torture people. I’m -HIC- evil, but Abaddon is… Abaddon’s just a (1GP).”
”well, I do! Sorta-… Jason is my companion, so they’re my companion’s companion!”
Lonely is hanging upside down on a tree branch, reading a book.
A man walks past He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Two green lines descend from his eyes. His clothes are somewhat fancy, being a pure white jacket with long coattails, baggy white pants and a black sash around his waist. On the top-left side of his head, lies a broken horned helmet, looking as if it was carved from bones. Just being in his general vicinity isn’t enjoyable. A heavy weight, near crushing presses down on everything around it, as well as a feeling of despair, as if nothing is worth it anymore
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!”
Lonely pauses, sensing him come by. They drop the book, climb upright onto the branch, and watch them pass by, staying very, very still. Lonely’s breathing gets a bit quicker, their heart speeds up.
Ragnaris is prowling through a forest outside the Dome, seemingly hunting. Each of the claws on his left foreleg has at least five dark-furred boars the size of horses impaled on them. His reptilian tongue juts out from between his maw, allowing him to taste the air around him.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The man notices them, staring them in the eyes. His own eyes are cold and unforgiving. The eyes of a killer. Someone without remorse or reason. “Who are you?”
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 senses something draw near, in the forest. It’s tiny, but it radiates power… it’s about a thousand feet in front of him, and he can see it on a hill: it’s a tiny rabbit, wagging its cotton ball tail at him, mockingly.
Lonely’s eyes widen, and they stumble back a bit, almost falling out of the tree.
”I-uh, hi… I’m-uh, Lonely?”
He growls at it, hoping to scare it off. He laces the growl with arcane words of warning: he is in no mood for a fight today.
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 does not scare off. It instead hops a bit closer. The power it radiates feels familiar… too familiar.
He attempts to turn around and walk away, maneuvering his massive scaled body around the trees. His maw begins to crackle with flames as he prepares to torch the foilage in his way.
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 continues following him, from a bit of a distance, but always out in the open. The power it radiates feels familiar… too familiar. Impossibly ancient.
“I asked for your name. Not a description of your mental state.”
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!”