The elven cowboy is walking around, spinning his gun in his hand. (I really wanna interact with this new character)
Jason is walking around doing knife tricks with a dagger that radiates evil absentmindedly.
The cowboy spins around, about 120 feet away, pointing his revolver in Jason’s direction. perhaps not exactly at Jason, but close.
Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
He feels the contract constraint around him and he turns around “If I am going to fight I’m not fighting my grandfather. What would be the point of the contract if I killed him.”
“Hi Rag, are you here to punish great aunty Coronet with another Vacation?!” Coronet yells out amidst the carnage and chaos. “Sweet, succulent little Abaddon too afraid to tango with a woman incase it upsets his little boy toy?!” She cackles out.
He chuckles softly, something that truly reached him “I love you Coronet, please leave. I’ll let you go free. Just please go. Also do you know why I don’t have any pants on because I can’t remember why.” He looks down at his chiseled body and his boxers with hearts on them.
“Oh you are so sweet kiddo. Also it might have something to do with the potent stench of Baator’s Finest Hellfire Vodka that could be the cause of your pant less state. Hitting the sauce a little too hard these days?” She says, immediately stopping any carnage she is going to chat with Rag. “If it wasn’t for that, I’d assume I was a purposeful choice in uniform by our sweet Abaddon. You know, considering his taste…” She says with a teasing tone.
He chuckles once more “I haven’t been having the best time, you know how it is. Abaddon isn’t very important, he does tell me what to do but I have many liberties outside of work. I really don’t want to fight you right about now, I’m sure my Grandfather has convinced you to try and save me?” He walks over and hugs her “Well please stop. I did this for a reason and if grandfather dies I won’t be able to take it.”
“I see, being such a responsible little dragon aren’t you.” She says pinching his cheeks endearingly somehow without crushing his whole heads. “ I suppose it would be rude of me not to oblige such a request.” She chuckles, before he face lowers, her demeanor growing very serious. “Your grandfathers mental state is not well little dragon, he is barely containing any semblance of sanity after he discovered you condemned yourself for his sake. I understand you did this to protect your only family, but you are all he’s got to kiddo. I fear he’s at a breaking point.”
She raises her head back up. “Some people glow up when faced with the extravagant potential of pure and utter insanity, I mean just look a me. I’m ravishing in my madness” She says flaunting herself for a moment, before getting serious again. “Your grandfather though….he is the kid to regress into a pure, unadulterated mass of mindlessly carnage and devastation. His chaotic evil nature was only tempered by his familial bonds. Without it…well….he is no better then the demons that plague the abyss.”
The elven cowboy is walking around, spinning his gun in his hand. (I really wanna interact with this new character)
Jason is walking around doing knife tricks with a dagger that radiates evil absentmindedly.
The cowboy spins around, about 120 feet away, pointing his revolver in Jason’s direction. perhaps not exactly at Jason, but close.
Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
“Pleasure.” He says with a smile that could melt ice “Who are you after bud?” He says, moving his aura towards the cowboy “Because if someone comes to a battle dome for work, they have to be after someone.”
The elven cowboy is walking around, spinning his gun in his hand. (I really wanna interact with this new character)
Jason is walking around doing knife tricks with a dagger that radiates evil absentmindedly.
The cowboy spins around, about 120 feet away, pointing his revolver in Jason’s direction. perhaps not exactly at Jason, but close.
Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
“Pleasure.” He says with a smile that could melt ice “Who are you after bud?” He says, moving his aura towards the cowboy “Because if someone comes to a battle dome for work, they have to be after someone.”
“They must be somewhere nearby… a Kid. Brown hair, dark skin, wears a yellow sweater.”
He feels the contract constraint around him and he turns around “If I am going to fight I’m not fighting my grandfather. What would be the point of the contract if I killed him.”
“Hi Rag, are you here to punish great aunty Coronet with another Vacation?!” Coronet yells out amidst the carnage and chaos. “Sweet, succulent little Abaddon too afraid to tango with a woman incase it upsets his little boy toy?!” She cackles out.
He chuckles softly, something that truly reached him “I love you Coronet, please leave. I’ll let you go free. Just please go. Also do you know why I don’t have any pants on because I can’t remember why.” He looks down at his chiseled body and his boxers with hearts on them.
“Oh you are so sweet kiddo. Also it might have something to do with the potent stench of Baator’s Finest Hellfire Vodka that could be the cause of your pant less state. Hitting the sauce a little too hard these days?” She says, immediately stopping any carnage she is going to chat with Rag. “If it wasn’t for that, I’d assume I was a purposeful choice in uniform by our sweet Abaddon. You know, considering his taste…” She says with a teasing tone.
He chuckles once more “I haven’t been having the best time, you know how it is. Abaddon isn’t very important, he does tell me what to do but I have many liberties outside of work. I really don’t want to fight you right about now, I’m sure my Grandfather has convinced you to try and save me?” He walks over and hugs her “Well please stop. I did this for a reason and if grandfather dies I won’t be able to take it.”
“I see, being such a responsible little dragon aren’t you.” She says pinching his cheeks endearingly somehow without crushing his whole heads. “ I suppose it would be rude of me not to oblige such a request.” She chuckles, before he face lowers, her demeanor growing very serious. “Your grandfathers mental state is not well little dragon, he is barely containing any semblance of sanity after he discovered you condemned yourself for his sake. I understand you did this to protect your only family, but you are all he’s got to kiddo. I fear he’s at a breaking point.”
She raises her head back up. “Some people glow up when faced with the extravagant potential of pure and utter sanity, I mean just look a me. I’m ravishing in my madness” She says flinging herself for a moment, before getting serious again. “Your grandfather though….he is the kid to regress into a pure, unadulterated mass of mindlessly carnage and devastation. His chaotic evil nature was only tempered by his familial bonds. Without it…well….he is no better then the demons that plague the abyss.”
He sighs and holds his head, realizing the situation he is stuck in. After a long while of thinking he looks up to her “Please tell Rag you were overrun by pit fiends, on another note I’ve been training them and they are making great progress, anyway tell him I am gone, that I have gone somewhere far away and I don’t want him to risk himself in coming back here.” He sticks the axe in the ground “This is all I want, my grandfather cannot come back here, you can but he definitely cannot.”
The elven cowboy is walking around, spinning his gun in his hand. (I really wanna interact with this new character)
Jason is walking around doing knife tricks with a dagger that radiates evil absentmindedly.
The cowboy spins around, about 120 feet away, pointing his revolver in Jason’s direction. perhaps not exactly at Jason, but close.
Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
“Pleasure.” He says with a smile that could melt ice “Who are you after bud?” He says, moving his aura towards the cowboy “Because if someone comes to a battle dome for work, they have to be after someone.”
“They must be somewhere nearby… a Kid. Brown hair, dark skin, wears a yellow sweater.”
“Yeah that’s a no. Leave now.” The aura becomes hostile and begins crushing down on him “I will make you leave if I have to.”
Coronet is having an absolute blast, switching between her Aspect of the Bloodscaled Fury, her Aspect of the Deathly Winter, and her Aspect of the Shadow Assassin. Each time she switches her aspect, her heads would detach themselves from her necks before rearranging themselves into a new order.
Ragnaris is rampaging around the entire place, absolutely decimating anything or anyone that gets in his way with his tail, claws, teeth, and of course his firey breath. His deep laughter sounds like booms of thunder to Abaddon, Astaroth, and Ragnerious.
Abaddon teleports a hundred feet closer to Ragnaris, say 200 feet away now.
”SO WE MEET AGAIN. YOU RETURN TO YOUR CRIME SPREE SO SOON?”
Ragnaris is so absorbed in his spree of absolute destruction he doesn't even notice Abaddon. He continues to maul and bloody anyone who gets close enough, even eating a few demons.
He sighs, teleporting right in front of him and slamming his gavel into the ground, causing absolute silence. For just a second.
Ragnaris slowly turns to look at him, but it seems to Abaddon that he is so deep in his bloodlust that he doesn't even recognize the devil. He snorts, sending flames, smoke, and ash streaming from his nostrils.
“Ragnaris, my good fellow! You are under arrest for The crimes of mass murder, grade 17 assault, causation of a type two calamity, and Attempted Genocide.”
he simply chuckles.
Ragnaris seems to adopt a slight expression of confusion, but quickly loses it. He leans in close to Abaddon, VERY close. As of now his head is only about a foot from Abaddon. He growls then snorts again.
“Come peacefully, and I’ll spare your pathetic little grandson from punishment. Deal?”
*abaddon is so evil it almost makes me sick and I love it*
Ragnaris's eyes dialate heavily as he finally remembers who Abaddon is. His anger makes it near impossible to get the words out, but he manages nonetheless. "LIKE... I WOULD EVER... MAKE A DEAL... WITH YOU, YOU VILE-" He can't even get his last few words out. He snaps his jaws together about an inch from Abaddon's face.
“Fine then.” he says, flinching and pulling back a bit.
“I could just tell him to fight you for me.”He smiles the most wicked, vile, evil smile Ragnaris has ever seen.
"THAT IS TOO VILE. EVEN FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU." The air around Ragnaris is beginning to distort and ripple with heat. In fact, it is so hot, any creature within about 200 feet of Ragnaris has been disintegrated into nothing but ashes.
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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.
The elven cowboy is walking around, spinning his gun in his hand. (I really wanna interact with this new character)
Jason is walking around doing knife tricks with a dagger that radiates evil absentmindedly.
The cowboy spins around, about 120 feet away, pointing his revolver in Jason’s direction. perhaps not exactly at Jason, but close.
Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
“Pleasure.” He says with a smile that could melt ice “Who are you after bud?” He says, moving his aura towards the cowboy “Because if someone comes to a battle dome for work, they have to be after someone.”
“They must be somewhere nearby… a Kid. Brown hair, dark skin, wears a yellow sweater.”
“Yeah that’s a no. Leave now.” The aura becomes hostile and begins crushing down on him “I will make you leave if I have to.”
Coronet is having an absolute blast, switching between her Aspect of the Bloodscaled Fury, her Aspect of the Deathly Winter, and her Aspect of the Shadow Assassin. Each time she switches her aspect, her heads would detach themselves from her necks before rearranging themselves into a new order.
Ragnaris is rampaging around the entire place, absolutely decimating anything or anyone that gets in his way with his tail, claws, teeth, and of course his firey breath. His deep laughter sounds like booms of thunder to Abaddon, Astaroth, and Ragnerious.
Abaddon teleports a hundred feet closer to Ragnaris, say 200 feet away now.
”SO WE MEET AGAIN. YOU RETURN TO YOUR CRIME SPREE SO SOON?”
Ragnaris is so absorbed in his spree of absolute destruction he doesn't even notice Abaddon. He continues to maul and bloody anyone who gets close enough, even eating a few demons.
He sighs, teleporting right in front of him and slamming his gavel into the ground, causing absolute silence. For just a second.
Ragnaris slowly turns to look at him, but it seems to Abaddon that he is so deep in his bloodlust that he doesn't even recognize the devil. He snorts, sending flames, smoke, and ash streaming from his nostrils.
“Ragnaris, my good fellow! You are under arrest for The crimes of mass murder, grade 17 assault, causation of a type two calamity, and Attempted Genocide.”
he simply chuckles.
Ragnaris seems to adopt a slight expression of confusion, but quickly loses it. He leans in close to Abaddon, VERY close. As of now his head is only about a foot from Abaddon. He growls then snorts again.
“Come peacefully, and I’ll spare your pathetic little grandson from punishment. Deal?”
*abaddon is so evil it almost makes me sick and I love it*
Ragnaris's eyes dialate heavily as he finally remembers who Abaddon is. His anger makes it near impossible to get the words out, but he manages nonetheless. "LIKE... I WOULD EVER... MAKE A DEAL... WITH YOU, YOU VILE-" He can't even get his last few words out. He snaps his jaws together about an inch from Abaddon's face.
“Fine then.” he says, flinching and pulling back a bit.
“I could just tell him to fight you for me.”He smiles the most wicked, vile, evil smile Ragnaris has ever seen.
"THAT IS TOO VILE. EVEN FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU." The air around Ragnaris is beginning to distort and ripple with heat. In fact, it is so hot, any creature within about 200 feet of Ragnaris has been disintegrated into nothing but ashes.
Abaddon, with his legal protections of course, is unaffected, but still uncomfortable.
”do you think I wouldn’t do it? Because I will. And it will be oh, oh so painful for the both of you.”
He sighs and holds his head, realizing the situation he is stuck in. After a long while of thinking he looks up to her “Please tell Rag you were overrun by pit fiends, on another note I’ve been training them and they are making great progress, anyway tell him I am gone, that I have gone somewhere far away and I don’t want him to risk himself in coming back here.” He sticks the axe in the ground “This is all I want, my grandfather cannot come back here, you can but he definitely cannot.”
“I can not guarantee that such a plan will work, but I can try at least. Though sweet Abaddon might make that challenging. Hm….devils can only die in their home plane….” She says as she give a wicked grin at one of the pit fiends before grabbing it. “You will do”.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He sighs and holds his head, realizing the situation he is stuck in. After a long while of thinking he looks up to her “Please tell Rag you were overrun by pit fiends, on another note I’ve been training them and they are making great progress, anyway tell him I am gone, that I have gone somewhere far away and I don’t want him to risk himself in coming back here.” He sticks the axe in the ground “This is all I want, my grandfather cannot come back here, you can but he definitely cannot.”
“I can not guarantee that such a plan will work, but I can try at least. Though sweet Abaddon might make that challenging. Hm….devils can only die in their home plane….” She says as she give a wicked grin at one of the pit fiends before grabbing it. “You will do”.
He sighs and holds his head, realizing the situation he is stuck in. After a long while of thinking he looks up to her “Please tell Rag you were overrun by pit fiends, on another note I’ve been training them and they are making great progress, anyway tell him I am gone, that I have gone somewhere far away and I don’t want him to risk himself in coming back here.” He sticks the axe in the ground “This is all I want, my grandfather cannot come back here, you can but he definitely cannot.”
“I can not guarantee that such a plan will work, but I can try at least. Though sweet Abaddon might make that challenging. Hm….devils can only die in their home plane….” She says as she give a wicked grin at one of the pit fiends before grabbing it. “You will do”.
Rag closes his eyes and covers his ears "Now, while I have an excuse. I'll say you escaped before I could finish the job."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Coronet is having an absolute blast, switching between her Aspect of the Bloodscaled Fury, her Aspect of the Deathly Winter, and her Aspect of the Shadow Assassin. Each time she switches her aspect, her heads would detach themselves from her necks before rearranging themselves into a new order.
Ragnaris is rampaging around the entire place, absolutely decimating anything or anyone that gets in his way with his tail, claws, teeth, and of course his firey breath. His deep laughter sounds like booms of thunder to Abaddon, Astaroth, and Ragnerious.
Abaddon teleports a hundred feet closer to Ragnaris, say 200 feet away now.
”SO WE MEET AGAIN. YOU RETURN TO YOUR CRIME SPREE SO SOON?”
Ragnaris is so absorbed in his spree of absolute destruction he doesn't even notice Abaddon. He continues to maul and bloody anyone who gets close enough, even eating a few demons.
He sighs, teleporting right in front of him and slamming his gavel into the ground, causing absolute silence. For just a second.
Ragnaris slowly turns to look at him, but it seems to Abaddon that he is so deep in his bloodlust that he doesn't even recognize the devil. He snorts, sending flames, smoke, and ash streaming from his nostrils.
“Ragnaris, my good fellow! You are under arrest for The crimes of mass murder, grade 17 assault, causation of a type two calamity, and Attempted Genocide.”
he simply chuckles.
Ragnaris seems to adopt a slight expression of confusion, but quickly loses it. He leans in close to Abaddon, VERY close. As of now his head is only about a foot from Abaddon. He growls then snorts again.
“Come peacefully, and I’ll spare your pathetic little grandson from punishment. Deal?”
*abaddon is so evil it almost makes me sick and I love it*
Ragnaris's eyes dialate heavily as he finally remembers who Abaddon is. His anger makes it near impossible to get the words out, but he manages nonetheless. "LIKE... I WOULD EVER... MAKE A DEAL... WITH YOU, YOU VILE-" He can't even get his last few words out. He snaps his jaws together about an inch from Abaddon's face.
“Fine then.” he says, flinching and pulling back a bit.
“I could just tell him to fight you for me.”He smiles the most wicked, vile, evil smile Ragnaris has ever seen.
"THAT IS TOO VILE. EVEN FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU." The air around Ragnaris is beginning to distort and ripple with heat. In fact, it is so hot, any creature within about 200 feet of Ragnaris has been disintegrated into nothing but ashes.
Abaddon, with his legal protections of course, is unaffected, but still uncomfortable.
”do you think I wouldn’t do it? Because I will. And it will be oh, oh so painful for the both of you.”
Ragnaris begins to snarl and growl, and his pupils dialate into such small slits they look like they're barely there. The heat radiating from his scales causes the air to become even hotter, adding to Abaddon's discomfort. Ragnaris then lets out a roar so loud it pierces the ears of all within miles around. He flares his massive wings and rises into the sky.
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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.
Coronet is having an absolute blast, switching between her Aspect of the Bloodscaled Fury, her Aspect of the Deathly Winter, and her Aspect of the Shadow Assassin. Each time she switches her aspect, her heads would detach themselves from her necks before rearranging themselves into a new order.
Ragnaris is rampaging around the entire place, absolutely decimating anything or anyone that gets in his way with his tail, claws, teeth, and of course his firey breath. His deep laughter sounds like booms of thunder to Abaddon, Astaroth, and Ragnerious.
Abaddon teleports a hundred feet closer to Ragnaris, say 200 feet away now.
”SO WE MEET AGAIN. YOU RETURN TO YOUR CRIME SPREE SO SOON?”
Ragnaris is so absorbed in his spree of absolute destruction he doesn't even notice Abaddon. He continues to maul and bloody anyone who gets close enough, even eating a few demons.
He sighs, teleporting right in front of him and slamming his gavel into the ground, causing absolute silence. For just a second.
Ragnaris slowly turns to look at him, but it seems to Abaddon that he is so deep in his bloodlust that he doesn't even recognize the devil. He snorts, sending flames, smoke, and ash streaming from his nostrils.
“Ragnaris, my good fellow! You are under arrest for The crimes of mass murder, grade 17 assault, causation of a type two calamity, and Attempted Genocide.”
he simply chuckles.
Ragnaris seems to adopt a slight expression of confusion, but quickly loses it. He leans in close to Abaddon, VERY close. As of now his head is only about a foot from Abaddon. He growls then snorts again.
“Come peacefully, and I’ll spare your pathetic little grandson from punishment. Deal?”
*abaddon is so evil it almost makes me sick and I love it*
Ragnaris's eyes dialate heavily as he finally remembers who Abaddon is. His anger makes it near impossible to get the words out, but he manages nonetheless. "LIKE... I WOULD EVER... MAKE A DEAL... WITH YOU, YOU VILE-" He can't even get his last few words out. He snaps his jaws together about an inch from Abaddon's face.
“Fine then.” he says, flinching and pulling back a bit.
“I could just tell him to fight you for me.”He smiles the most wicked, vile, evil smile Ragnaris has ever seen.
"THAT IS TOO VILE. EVEN FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU." The air around Ragnaris is beginning to distort and ripple with heat. In fact, it is so hot, any creature within about 200 feet of Ragnaris has been disintegrated into nothing but ashes.
Abaddon, with his legal protections of course, is unaffected, but still uncomfortable.
”do you think I wouldn’t do it? Because I will. And it will be oh, oh so painful for the both of you.”
Ragnaris begins to snarl and growl, and his pupils dialate into such small slits they look like they're barely there. The heat radiating from his scales causes the air to become even hotter, adding to Abaddon's discomfort. Ragnaris then lets out a roar so loud it pierces the ears of all within miles around. He flares his massive wings and rises into the sky.
“If you don’t comply, your Dear Grandson will be the one who suffers in your place!” He yells up to them.
"Doesn't matter, anybody who is after kids is a problem."
“Then you can take it up with my employer. They’re the one who hired me to kill them.”
"Oh trust me, I will. Now you go, and I'll 'talk' with your boss later."
“…‘fraid I can’t do that, pardner. I’m am being paid quite the sum for this job and I’d rather not screw it up.” His finger is on the trigger, about to pull it… of course, aiming too far to the left to hit Jason.
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Jason smiles and points his knife, crossing the lines they would have, he speaks in his strong accent “Howdy partner, what brings ya here?”
“Work. What brings ya here, Pardner?” They say, their finger twitching as if to pull the trigger. If they do, they definitely wouldn’t hit Jason, so they likely have really bad aim.
“I see, being such a responsible little dragon aren’t you.” She says pinching his cheeks endearingly somehow without crushing his whole heads. “ I suppose it would be rude of me not to oblige such a request.” She chuckles, before he face lowers, her demeanor growing very serious. “Your grandfathers mental state is not well little dragon, he is barely containing any semblance of sanity after he discovered you condemned yourself for his sake. I understand you did this to protect your only family, but you are all he’s got to kiddo. I fear he’s at a breaking point.”
She raises her head back up. “Some people glow up when faced with the extravagant potential of pure and utter insanity, I mean just look a me. I’m ravishing in my madness” She says flaunting herself for a moment, before getting serious again. “Your grandfather though….he is the kid to regress into a pure, unadulterated mass of mindlessly carnage and devastation. His chaotic evil nature was only tempered by his familial bonds. Without it…well….he is no better then the demons that plague the abyss.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Pleasure.” He says with a smile that could melt ice “Who are you after bud?” He says, moving his aura towards the cowboy “Because if someone comes to a battle dome for work, they have to be after someone.”
“They must be somewhere nearby… a Kid. Brown hair, dark skin, wears a yellow sweater.”
He sighs and holds his head, realizing the situation he is stuck in. After a long while of thinking he looks up to her “Please tell Rag you were overrun by pit fiends, on another note I’ve been training them and they are making great progress, anyway tell him I am gone, that I have gone somewhere far away and I don’t want him to risk himself in coming back here.” He sticks the axe in the ground “This is all I want, my grandfather cannot come back here, you can but he definitely cannot.”
“Yeah that’s a no. Leave now.” The aura becomes hostile and begins crushing down on him “I will make you leave if I have to.”
"THAT IS TOO VILE. EVEN FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU." The air around Ragnaris is beginning to distort and ripple with heat. In fact, it is so hot, any creature within about 200 feet of Ragnaris has been disintegrated into nothing but ashes.
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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“Whats wrong, Pardner?”
Abaddon, with his legal protections of course, is unaffected, but still uncomfortable.
”do you think I wouldn’t do it? Because I will. And it will be oh, oh so painful for the both of you.”
"You'll have to get a different job, Partner."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I can not guarantee that such a plan will work, but I can try at least. Though sweet Abaddon might make that challenging. Hm….devils can only die in their home plane….” She says as she give a wicked grin at one of the pit fiends before grabbing it. “You will do”.
"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
“And why’s that, pardner? You know this kid?”
Rag closes his eyes and covers his ears "Now, while I have an excuse. I'll say you escaped before I could finish the job."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Doesn't matter, anybody who is after kids is a problem."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Ragnaris begins to snarl and growl, and his pupils dialate into such small slits they look like they're barely there. The heat radiating from his scales causes the air to become even hotter, adding to Abaddon's discomfort. Ragnaris then lets out a roar so loud it pierces the ears of all within miles around. He flares his massive wings and rises into the sky.
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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“Then you can take it up with my employer. They’re the one who hired me to kill them.”
“If you don’t comply, your Dear Grandson will be the one who suffers in your place!” He yells up to them.
"Oh trust me, I will. Now you go, and I'll 'talk' with your boss later."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“…‘fraid I can’t do that, pardner. I’m am being paid quite the sum for this job and I’d rather not screw it up.” His finger is on the trigger, about to pull it… of course, aiming too far to the left to hit Jason.