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 “I see… have you ever actually killed someone with it? I mean, it seems like it’d be a big deal if you killed an immortal.”

"I have kill multiple immortals in my quest to protect the celestial prince. It has been a strange adventure."

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"If a righteous motive does not hold up in the courts of Hell, then why even hold a trial to find if they are guilty or not? If the courts of Hell take no righteous qualities into account, why even attempt to spare them? And please, Ms. Jailor, we are having a conversation. If you really wish to have hot coffee, why not go back to your tower for the time being and come back if Abaddon requires it?"

Persuasion: 27

 “What I meant was that, ‘trying to do the right thing,’ such as protecting those children, is not an excuse for a criminal act. Your grandson, according to the law, which mind you, i have studied for eternity, a criminal.” 
“GAHH… fine, but I’m leaving the Magic death bomb. And for your knowledge, it technically isn’t my tower, I just live in part of it. It’s Asmodeus’.” She stops the casting of the super powerful death spell and walks off into a portal to Nessus.

 "I am tired of debating back and forth with you, so I am going straight to the point: what would make you reconsider your deal with Ragnerious? And I am not offering to take his place, not again. I wish to spend as much time with my last remaining family member as I can. So again, what would make you reconsider your deal?"

 “hmm… what is the total worth… of your hoard?”

 "Really? You want my hoard? For what purpose? You are a powerful devil, and I'm sure being an important servant of Asmodeus is bound to be a well-paying career. "

 ”I know, but you’re a dragon, and I do bet that your hoard means quite a bit to you. I’m a judge, but I’m still a devil, my friend. I’m not trying to hide the fact I want you to suffer as much as physically possible. Though I can’t think of a much better way of doing that than keeping your grandson. But you are quite the nuisance, so this would be the next best thing.”

 He growls, but finally calms down. "Fine. If I had to count, my hoard would be valued at around 5,000,000 platinum pieces. But if I give it to you, you'll have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don’t like to be disturbed."

 They look over their law book.

”mm, yes. That will be adequate to pay off the two hundred year sentence. All of your hoard in exchange for the freedom of your grandson. Tell me, will that bring you a similar amount of pain to the servitude of your grandson?” if he tries to lie about it, roll deception.

 "Yes. It will be painful. VERY painful." Ragnaris conceals a smirk as he says that last part. He snaps two talons together, and suddenly a large mound of gold and treasure almost as large as he is appears out of nowhere, hovering in the air.

 (Abaddon has a passive insight of 40 so I’ll just guess they realize Ragnaris is concealing something or is smirking)

”you seem smug… explain.”

 "I did say you would have to watch out for the hoard mimics. They don't exactly take kindly to anyone but me, and let's just say these ones have a little more... pep in their step than a normal hoard mimic." Suddenly, five hoard mimics fall out of the pile of gold levitating above their heads. Have Abaddon make a DC 24 Dex save for each mimic.

 Abaddon has a minus three to all Dex saves, lol.

 (Ooh, so autofail.)

All five Mimics fall on top of Abaddon, trapping him underneath them. He also takes 50 bludgeoning damage from the impact. (Each mimic fell 30 feet and there were five mimics, for a combined total if 15d6 damage. And don't worry, I'll apply that to the mimics too.)

 (You wanna continue thus interaction?)

 (Missed this, sorry.)

Abaddon yelps as the mimics land on top of him, unharmed because of Legal protections, but still squished.

”CALL THEM OFF-…IMMEDIATELY!”

 "Sorry, but the only control I have over them is telling them to guard my hoard. Other than that, they won't listen." More and more mimics begin to fall out of the pile, as well as chunks of hoard itself. "Please take this, it is getting quite heavy."

 “THIS- IS… ASSAULT!”

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 “I see… have you ever actually killed someone with it? I mean, it seems like it’d be a big deal if you killed an immortal.”

"I have kill multiple immortals in my quest to protect the celestial prince. It has been a strange adventure."

 “Strange. How many? And why? Like, why did they have to die? Were they trying to kill the prince themselves?”

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

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 “I see… have you ever actually killed someone with it? I mean, it seems like it’d be a big deal if you killed an immortal.”

"I have kill multiple immortals in my quest to protect the celestial prince. It has been a strange adventure."

 “Strange. How many? And why? Like, why did they have to die? Were they trying to kill the prince themselves?”

 "They were indeed trying to kill the prince most of the time. Some just wanted to kill me, and one of them was a giant guardian monkey spirit. I had to kill that one twice."

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 “I see… have you ever actually killed someone with it? I mean, it seems like it’d be a big deal if you killed an immortal.”

"I have kill multiple immortals in my quest to protect the celestial prince. It has been a strange adventure."

 “Strange. How many? And why? Like, why did they have to die? Were they trying to kill the prince themselves?”

 "They were indeed trying to kill the prince most of the time. Some just wanted to kill me, and one of them was a giant guardian monkey spirit. I had to kill that one twice."

 “Then I guess your blade doesn’t work as good as it’s supposed to?” He chuckles.

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

 He tosses him his dagger and manifests one of his own. He gets out of the chair "Let's do this."

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*Finally. The editor was taking ages to load*

A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.

 The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.

 He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him

 They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.

”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.

 

 “The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking 

 “Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”

 “Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more 

 “Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.

 “I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”

 “You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”

 “Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”

 “I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.

 He sighs “Idioti. Idioti ovunque.”

 “Why’d ya come here anyways, for a vacation?”

 “It was his turn to pick.” He taps his bat

 “Seems your bat friend has lovely tastes. Now, give me three good reasons I shouldn’t shoot you dead right now?” He says, backing away quickly. Thirty feet, fifty feet, eighty feet, a hundred feet.

 “1, you wouldn’t be able to 2, I could kill you 3, in the unlikely scenario that you do kill me, we’re all dead.”

 “Oh yeah, how’d you  kill me before I put five bullets through your head?”

 “Hmph. You make 3 stupid assumptions. 1. You assume the bullets will hit. 2. You assume the bullets will pierce 3. You assume that 5 bullets is enough to kill me.”

 “Fine, i’ll just have to use a bit more than five.” He says, his revolver only containing five bullets.

”and by the way, I am sure they will hit, and I am sure they will pierce.”

 “Fine then. Have it your way.” He picks up his bat and tears off the chains as he begins to transform, his head becoming…something. Pitch black and somewhat canine, though have some draconic qualities. His now purple reptilian eyes glowing, a long and scaly spiked tail thrashing about. His suit still impeccable, though he rolls up his sleeves with clawed hands, revealing his fur covered arms “If you want back off, now’s your chance!” His inhuman smile reaches up to his ears, revealing a fanged mouth and long, purple, salivating tongue 

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 “I see… have you ever actually killed someone with it? I mean, it seems like it’d be a big deal if you killed an immortal.”

"I have kill multiple immortals in my quest to protect the celestial prince. It has been a strange adventure."

 “Strange. How many? And why? Like, why did they have to die? Were they trying to kill the prince themselves?”

 "They were indeed trying to kill the prince most of the time. Some just wanted to kill me, and one of them was a giant guardian monkey spirit. I had to kill that one twice."

 “Then I guess your blade doesn’t work as good as it’s supposed to?” He chuckles.

 He chuckles as well, the mask shaking a bit "Rather I didn't kill the source of the immortality the first time."

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"Who is charged with it? Me, or the mimics?" The hoard drops about 15 feet, and Ragnaris strains to lift it back up. "Okay, this is very heavy. I am going to set it down." He shifts the hoard over to the right of Abaddon and the mimics, where it crashes down against the floor, leaving a large crater.

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

 He tosses him his dagger and manifests one of his own. He gets out of the chair "Let's do this."

 “Alright! Let’s do this!” They say, copying him.

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

 He tosses him his dagger and manifests one of his own. He gets out of the chair "Let's do this."

 “Alright! Let’s do this!” They say, copying him.

they get into a fighting stance.

 Init:22

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*Finally. The editor was taking ages to load*

A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.

 The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.

 He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him

 They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.

”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.

 

 “The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking 

 “Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”

 “Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more 

 “Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.

 “I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”

 “You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”

 “Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”

 “I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.

 He sighs “Idioti. Idioti ovunque.”

 “Why’d ya come here anyways, for a vacation?”

 “It was his turn to pick.” He taps his bat

 “Seems your bat friend has lovely tastes. Now, give me three good reasons I shouldn’t shoot you dead right now?” He says, backing away quickly. Thirty feet, fifty feet, eighty feet, a hundred feet.

 “1, you wouldn’t be able to 2, I could kill you 3, in the unlikely scenario that you do kill me, we’re all dead.”

 “Oh yeah, how’d you  kill me before I put five bullets through your head?”

 “Hmph. You make 3 stupid assumptions. 1. You assume the bullets will hit. 2. You assume the bullets will pierce 3. You assume that 5 bullets is enough to kill me.”

 “Fine, i’ll just have to use a bit more than five.” He says, his revolver only containing five bullets.

”and by the way, I am sure they will hit, and I am sure they will pierce.”

 “Fine then. Have it your way.” He picks up his bat and tears off the chains as he begins to transform, his head becoming…something. Pitch black and somewhat canine, though have some draconic qualities. His now purple reptilian eyes glowing, a long and scaly spiked tail thrashing about. His suit still impeccable, though he rolls up his sleeves with clawed hands, revealing his fur covered arms “If you want back off, now’s your chance!” His inhuman smile reaches up to his ears, revealing a fanged mouth and long, purple, salivating tongue 

 “This is gonna be a wild ride…” he says, spinning his gun once in his hand before pointing it at them.

initiative: 28 +3

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"Who is charged with it? Me, or the mimics?" The hoard drops about 15 feet, and Ragnaris strains to lift it back up. "Okay, this is very heavy. I am going to set it down." He shifts the hoard over to the right of Abaddon and the mimics, where it crashes down against the floor, leaving a large crater.

 “YOU!”

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 *Arch?*

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

 He tosses him his dagger and manifests one of his own. He gets out of the chair "Let's do this."

 “Alright! Let’s do this!” They say, copying him.

they get into a fighting stance.

 Init:11

 Initiative: 2

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 *Arch?*

 *I responded with the lonely interaction, just leaving the other part to Agate*

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“That could be fun… but I’m more of a mage than anything.” 

“No… but I’m still worried something might happen to me. I’m still scared…”

 "Well its better to have any help than none, and your help is welcome."

"It won't unless I have to for some reason, if I ever try without that reason Shade will stop me."

“Alright, guess I’ll join in once Abaddon repairs his courthouse.“ 

“okay… you completely confident you can protect me from… whoever’s trying to kill me?”

 "I should probably go help with that, we both know Abaddon needs adult supervisor, otherwise he'll just spend all his time with his boyfriend." He waves goodbye and runs off to find Abaddon.

"Completely. If things go wrong you can just hide in my astral kingdom with Collin. Collin can grow infinitely while in there so no matter what he does he can't win."

 She cackles and opens up a portal back to the courthouse, where Abaddon is trapped under a pile of hoard mimics while talking to Ragnaris, while Astaroth tries to help him.

”alright… okay, yeah. I’ll be fine. I still don’t know why they want me dead though…”

 He decides to stand a bit behind Abaddon with his arms crossed, simply watching until he is forced to fight.

"I'm not sure they want you dead, it could be dead or alive."

“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 (Let's say there's about 8 mimics at this point.)

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“HELP ME!” He screams.

”well that’s reassuring… they didn’t clarify?” 

 "I'll fight the mimics. You get my grandfather out of here." He steps up to all the mimics and shouts with a berserkers rage, shaking everything in a 120ft radius to its core. (Frightening Presence, DC 21) *Agate tell me how this goes.*

"They didn't because I made them leave. Do you want to continue your training?"

 “Uh, yeah. Let’s do that. I need a distraction.” Lonely says.

 He tosses him his dagger and manifests one of his own. He gets out of the chair "Let's do this."

 “Alright! Let’s do this!” They say, copying him.

they get into a fighting stance.

 Init:11

 Initiative: 2

 He runs forward and makes a slashing motion for their chest, stopping on contact. To hit:20