(Forgot to tell you, Ragnaris has technically been recovering hit points this whole time, so he's not at 1 hp anymore.)
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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 notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
(Forgot to tell you, Ragnaris has technically been recovering hit points this whole time, so he's not at 1 hp anymore.)
*ah yes, regeneration. Abaddon should have put him in the super duper evil max+ security cages that block regeneration. Oh well, still 4 levels of exhaustion. I don’t think they could beat Abaddon with that. Although I don’t know if Abaddon will be planning on fighting anyways.*
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
“Huh… alright… wait, how old are you?”
"hm...I stopped keeping track after around the 50,000th year."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
“Huh… alright… wait, how old are you?”
"hm...I stopped keeping track after around the 50,000th year."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
“Huh… alright… wait, how old are you?”
"hm...I stopped keeping track after around the 50,000th year."
“Oh, wooow… when did you become a Dracolich?”
"Around my 2,500 year. I was nearing the end of my nature life for a white dragon, and wasn't ready to move beyond the veil so to speak. So I began looking into ways to prolong my own life. I ended up choosing becoming a dracolich was the best option. I learned all about necromancy while I was perfecting the ritual for lichdom."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Your welcome kiddo. Kinda understanding is what I do best."
They laugh a little.
”you’re funny…” they say, looking up.
"Well, when you have existed as long as I you tend to find all sorts of way to entertain yourself. Humor is one of my favorites." She says, her three skulls always smiling.
“Never seen a… dracolich comedian before…”
"Oh I know, I'm quite the unique character," She says cackling a bit. "And I'm proud of it."
“Why do you have three heads?” They ask out of the blue, no longer thinking of Jason at all.
"Oh, I was born with them. Something about being favored by Tiamat or something, what with her having five heads and all. It definitely made me stand out from the rest of my kind. They are so useful though. Being able to focus on multiple things at once, oh it made getting things done day by day such a breeze let me tell you." She says reminiscing about her living years.
“Does each head have its own brain?”
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
“Huh… alright… wait, how old are you?”
"hm...I stopped keeping track after around the 50,000th year."
“Oh, wooow… when did you become a Dracolich?”
"Around my 2,500 year. I was nearing the end of my nature life for a white dragon, and wasn't ready to move beyond the veil so to speak. So I began looking into ways to prolong my own life. I ended up choosing becoming a dracolich was the best option. I learned all about necromancy while I was perfecting the ritual for lichdom."
“Interesting… Jaso-… someone said that I might have necromancy powers. Don’t know how they thought of that, though…”
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
He attempts to stealthily walk over to the right side door. (He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so he can tell how many people are behind the door if they're close enough.)
Stealth: 33
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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 notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
He attempts to stealthily walk over to the right side door. (He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so he can tell how many people are behind the door if they're close enough.)
Stealth: 14
The right door leads to another hallway, and assuming he walks down that he can find that behind the door labeled, “ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR,” there are three people, all of around the same height of somewhere between 12-15 feet tall. He can hear Abaddon’s voice.
that stealth isn’t enough, and Abaddon stops talking for a moment.
"Oh, well maybe we can explore that, but only once you are feeling up to it. Magic can be strenuous to learn and understand regardless of it's source or school."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
He attempts to stealthily walk over to the right side door. (He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so he can tell how many people are behind the door if they're close enough.)
Stealth: 14
The right door leads to another hallway, and assuming he walks down that he can find that behind the door labeled, “ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR,” there are three people, all of around the same height of somewhere between 12-15 feet tall. He can hear Abaddon’s voice.
that stealth isn’t enough, and Abaddon stops talking for a moment.
Ragnaris realizes Abaddon has sensed him, so he casts Raulothim's Psychic Lance Since he can't see Abaddon, he will quietly speak the name of the devil. Abaddon takes 32 psychic damage and becomes incapacitated. DC 30 Int save for half damage and no incapacitation. He then attemps to hide around a corner.
Stealth: 17
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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.
"Oh, well maybe we can explore that, but only once you are feeling up to it. Magic can be strenuous to learn and understand regardless of it's source or school."
Ragnaris notices that the window is gone, and stops abruptly when he realizes he's still being watched. He looks around, trying to see any danger.
Perception: 29
He sees, on a ledge of the nearby wall, the figure watching them. They’re about the size of an average human and have skin decorated with starry, swirling patterns, not actual stars but quite close, in the shape of glowing tattoos. Their actual skin is a charcoal black, and their horned face is covered by a black hood gilded with gold, robes flowing Down around them. Around their waist and connecting their cloak and their hands are decorative chains, resembling interdimensional shackles. The creature smiles, revealing sharp white teeth.
"Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?", he says as he flaps his wings to keep himself aloft.
“I am the Jailor, and I was planning on keeping you here and preventing you from escaping… but some new information has just come in from Abaddon. You are free to go, your sentence has been lifted. I’ll show you the way out.” they say, smiling a fake smile while staring daggers into Ragnaris’ soul.
"I know Abaddon, and he wouldn't release me unless some sort of deal was made. WHAT DEAL WAS MADE?"
“Legally, that is none of your business. Would you like me to show you to your way out or do you really want to know what was signed?” She says, her infernal tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"I do not care if it is my business, you are going to TELL ME.", he says as his body begins to glow with immense heat.
Intimidation: 26
“Alright, fine, Jeez… Your Grandson signed away two hundred years of his life to servitude in exchange for your freedom. Quite sweet, it makes me want to puke. Blegh…” they begin to fake throw up, rather dramatically.
"WHAT.", Ragnaris says in disbelief. His scales then begin to glow hotter and hotter, and smoke begins to vent from his nostrils. "TAKE ME TO HIM."
“Mmmmm, Abaddon told me not to. So, I could show you to the exit or you could do something you’re really gonna regret, considering it’ll mean everything your grandson just did would be all for nothing. So, what’ll it be, my big scaly friend?” She says with a happy expression, smiling. With her left hand, she begins drawing strange symbols and runes in the air, infernal words glowing with a bright purple energy.
The air around Ragnaris quickly reaches critical temperature, scorching the walls of the chasm and causing them to slowly liquify into molten rock. "I DON'T CARE WHAT ABADDON SAID. I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT RAGNERIOUS."
”well boo-hoo, I’m not gonna let you do that! It’s binding under infernal law, try all you want. You’ll just get Abaddon and his boyfriend mad.”
"Do you even know how close I was to murdering that bastard? Take me to my grandson, or I will kill everyone and everything here, including you."
”fine, you grumpy old Iguana! Just come with me…” they levitate outside of the ravine, making sure Ragnaris follows. Once outside, they draw some runes in the air and she snaps her fingers, and a portal just large enough to fit Ragnaris, leading straight to the courthouse main Hall.
“If Abaddon asks who sent you, tell ‘em it was Debra! Nobody likes Debra anyways, that snake deserves it…”
He narrows his eyes. "Tell me the truth: is this a trap?"
Insight: 12
“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
He flies through the portal.
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
He attempts to stealthily walk over to the right side door. (He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so he can tell how many people are behind the door if they're close enough.)
Stealth: 14
The right door leads to another hallway, and assuming he walks down that he can find that behind the door labeled, “ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR,” there are three people, all of around the same height of somewhere between 12-15 feet tall. He can hear Abaddon’s voice.
that stealth isn’t enough, and Abaddon stops talking for a moment.
Ragnaris realizes Abaddon has sensed him, so he casts Raulothim's Psychic Lance Since he can't see Abaddon, he will quietly speak the name of the devil. Abaddon takes 27 psychic damage and becomes incapacitated. DC 30 Int save for half damage and no incapacitation. He then attemps to hide around a corner.
Stealth: 15
Abaddon is seemingly unaffected by the lance. The door opens, and they lumber out, followed by Astaroth. Abaddon is heavily bandaged and bloody, but otherwise is pretty fine.
”Ragnaris, you’re free. Leave my court please, you have no place here. Shoo!” Abaddon turns the corner and sees Ragnaris, sighing.
"Oh, well maybe we can explore that, but only once you are feeling up to it. Magic can be strenuous to learn and understand regardless of it's source or school."
“Was it hard for you to learn necromancy?”
"It did take a bit of time, and Necromancy can be a bit dangerous early on. I was lucky enough to have gathered quite the hoard of magical knowledge and powerful magical items during my living years. Some forms of Necromancy are more challenging than others too. Shadow magic, resurrection, soul magic, undead creation and conjuring, life draining magic..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
(Forgot to tell you, Ragnaris has technically been recovering hit points this whole time, so he's not at 1 hp anymore.)
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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“Course not! Not my fault if your brains get bashed in by Abaddon or something, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you back down here!” She seems to be telling the truth. She waves goodbye and the portal slowly, slowly starts to close on him. He needs to go in now or it’ll become too small.
"Yes! Though I still only have one consciousness, or soul if you will. It seems to operate like a mini-hive mind of sorts, it's all coronet but each brain focuses on different aspects. Plus extra brain storage has been very useful for me over the eons, gives me a really good memory"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*ah yes, regeneration. Abaddon should have put him in the super duper evil max+ security cages that block regeneration. Oh well, still 4 levels of exhaustion. I don’t think they could beat Abaddon with that. Although I don’t know if Abaddon will be planning on fighting anyways.*
“Really weird… can’t imagine how that would feel like…”
He flies through the portal.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
"It's a bit hard to explain, I was born with it so I never knew anything else. But it definitely is unusual. But unusual if fun, interesting, unique. To be normal, standard, like everyone else would be boring. Though I suppose people treating you cruelly for being not normal wouldn't be so fun, but dragons are typically feared anyways so I was use to that too."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He is met with a giant hallway with many doors, most of them closed. The main doors at the end of the hall are open, leading to the courtroom, as are smaller doors, the third on the right side. There is chatter coming from the door on the right side.
“Huh… alright… wait, how old are you?”
"hm...I stopped keeping track after around the 50,000th year."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Oh, wooow… when did you become a Dracolich?”
"Around my 2,500 year. I was nearing the end of my nature life for a white dragon, and wasn't ready to move beyond the veil so to speak. So I began looking into ways to prolong my own life. I ended up choosing becoming a dracolich was the best option. I learned all about necromancy while I was perfecting the ritual for lichdom."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Interesting… Jaso-… someone said that I might have necromancy powers. Don’t know how they thought of that, though…”
He attempts to stealthily walk over to the right side door. (He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so he can tell how many people are behind the door if they're close enough.)
Stealth: 33
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.
Extended sig
The right door leads to another hallway, and assuming he walks down that he can find that behind the door labeled, “ABADDON, SUPREME ADJUDICATOR,” there are three people, all of around the same height of somewhere between 12-15 feet tall. He can hear Abaddon’s voice.
that stealth isn’t enough, and Abaddon stops talking for a moment.
*Cut with Arch*
"Oh, well maybe we can explore that, but only once you are feeling up to it. Magic can be strenuous to learn and understand regardless of it's source or school."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Ragnaris realizes Abaddon has sensed him, so he casts Raulothim's Psychic Lance Since he can't see Abaddon, he will quietly speak the name of the devil. Abaddon takes 32 psychic damage and becomes incapacitated. DC 30 Int save for half damage and no incapacitation. He then attemps to hide around a corner.
Stealth: 17
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.
Extended sig
“Was it hard for you to learn necromancy?”
Abaddon is seemingly unaffected by the lance. The door opens, and they lumber out, followed by Astaroth. Abaddon is heavily bandaged and bloody, but otherwise is pretty fine.
”Ragnaris, you’re free. Leave my court please, you have no place here. Shoo!” Abaddon turns the corner and sees Ragnaris, sighing.
"It did take a bit of time, and Necromancy can be a bit dangerous early on. I was lucky enough to have gathered quite the hoard of magical knowledge and powerful magical items during my living years. Some forms of Necromancy are more challenging than others too. Shadow magic, resurrection, soul magic, undead creation and conjuring, life draining magic..."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills