Coronet continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
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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.
Varavothim is aiming his revolver at a dragon massacring an adventuring party from six hundred feet away, with his aim slightly off to the right, near the adventurers instead of the dragon.
Coronet continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
Coronet continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
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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 continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
*Now Dolores, I intend on roasting you so hard you won’t need cremating.”
“You know, some people cried when Voldemort died. Because it wasn’t you.”
”not even your cat plates show for your funeral.”
“There once was a witch named Dolores, who sadly didn’t die in the forest. She somehow survived, left a random deprived, but now finally she’s got Rigor Mortis.”
”Dolores Umbridge, you were a relentless, repulsive, rancid little roach and it will never not upset me that you outlived so many generous, talented young people.”
“Abusing your power, parading your prejudiced pink clad posterior around my school like some alternate methods Mary Poppins.
Coronet continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
He ignores the Jailor, and turns Abaddon instead. "At least I make... the deaths of those I decide to... kill... quick. Unlike you, who drags... out their punishment for... eternity."
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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 continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
He ignores the Jailor, and turns Abaddon instead. "At least I make... the deaths of those I decide to... kill... quick. Unlike you, who drags... out their punishment for... eternity."
“But I do so with reason, roach. You do not, killing all and anyone near you. I only condemn sinners.”
the Jailor is preparing to cast another spell, drawing runes in the air with hundreds of complex symbols, floating around her. She’s in deep concentration.
Coronet continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
He ignores the Jailor, and turns Abaddon instead. "At least I make... the deaths of those I decide to... kill... quick. Unlike you, who drags... out their punishment for... eternity."
“But I do so with reason, roach. You do not, killing all and anyone near you. I only condemn sinners.”
the Jailor is preparing to cast another spell, drawing runes in the air with hundreds of complex symbols, floating around her. She’s in deep concentration.
Ragnaris waves a paw through the runes the Jailor is drawing, dispersing them completely. "Ah ah ah. None of that." He then turns back to Abaddon. And you consider my grandson a criminal, when what he was doing was righteous in a sense? He was protecting and nurturing children that you had no right to take away, and because you trapped him down here, it is your fault one of them died. He was down here, trapped with you, and because of that, he was not able to protect the child when they needed him most." His mind seems to be stable enough for him to now piece together sentences without his voice being unsteady.
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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.
(Hmm, do I smell a D&D TV show that has at least one character that goes insane like every modern cartoon has nowadays?)
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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 continues to fly from the shadowy clouds covering Carceri. She sees that there is nothing left here to destroy. She looks at Ragnaris. “Alright big guy. What can you do now that their are no more people to slaughter here. What will your rage-idled mind conjure as your next step…” she whispers to herself.
Ragnaris, sensing that there's finally nothing left to destroy, descends to the ground and begins to breathe massive columns of flame reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. He then opens another portal. This one leads to... Abaddon's courthouse.
Abaddon looks up and scowls.
“Stop… STOP THIS INSTANT!”
He begins to walk through the portal.
He casts a dispel magic on the portal, ninth level. Hopefully before he can go more than halfway through, which would shunt him to the Carceri side.
By the time Abaddon casts dispel magic, only the tip of Ragnaris's tail is still left on the Carceri side.
He growls, and casts gate directly to his courthouse as well, which he, Astaroth, the Jailor, and the two pit fiends she brought along follow through.
By the time he arrives, he can see that at least a good part of the arena is destroyed, as well as some of Abaddon's office.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” he screams at the top of his lungs, as the Jailor casts a hold monster on Ragnaris, wisdom save, DC 28.
The Jailor, frustrated, counterspells the counterspell.
”I was on my break! Why won’t you just give up! I was in the middle of my coffee and now it’ll be cold because of you!” Yells the Jailor.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
He ignores the Jailor, and turns Abaddon instead. "At least I make... the deaths of those I decide to... kill... quick. Unlike you, who drags... out their punishment for... eternity."
“But I do so with reason, roach. You do not, killing all and anyone near you. I only condemn sinners.”
the Jailor is preparing to cast another spell, drawing runes in the air with hundreds of complex symbols, floating around her. She’s in deep concentration.
Ragnaris waves a paw through the runes the Jailor is drawing, dispersing them completely. "Ah ah ah. None of that." He then turns back to Abaddon. And you consider my grandson a criminal, when what he was doing was righteous in a sense? He was protecting and nurturing children that you had no right to take away, and because you trapped him down here, it is your fault one of them died. He was down here, trapped with you, and because of that, he was not able to protect the child when they needed him most." His mind seems to be stable enough for him to now piece together sentences without his voice being unsteady.
”children which were also violent criminals. And either way, it doesn’t matter why he did them in this case. What matters is what he did, which is against law. A righteous motivation does not hold up in the high court of the hells.” He growls, baring his teeth.
the Jailor looks up at Ragnaris and smiles, as if the attempt to stop her casting the spell had failed. This one can’t be stopped by a hand wave or some counterspell. She grins as she continues to prepare its casting. She is hiding mostly behind Abaddon.
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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
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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.
"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.
"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?"
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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.
"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?"
"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. "
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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.
"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.”
"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."
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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.
He counterspells her counterspell that she used to counter his initial counterspell. "Good. But I... think you deserve... much worse than... cold coffee.", he says, his voice a bit unsteady due to all of his mindfulness not having come back yet.
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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Lonely is chilling in the astral kingdom.
Varavothim is aiming his revolver at a dragon massacring an adventuring party from six hundred feet away, with his aim slightly off to the right, near the adventurers instead of the dragon.
“Says the person who just committed actual genocide. Now don’t make me bring out my more powerful magics, I’m warning you!”
"That... was nothing compared... to the things I have... done in the past." His mind seems to be slowly recovering from what happened in Carceri, but it is still taking time.
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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“Surrender now, and I won’t have to make this super painful for you!”
”and you call me vile?” Abaddon says in response to Ragnaris’ comment.
*Now Dolores, I intend on roasting you so hard you won’t need cremating.”
“You know, some people cried when Voldemort died. Because it wasn’t you.”
”not even your cat plates show for your funeral.”
“There once was a witch named Dolores, who sadly didn’t die in the forest. She somehow survived, left a random deprived, but now finally she’s got Rigor Mortis.”
”Dolores Umbridge, you were a relentless, repulsive, rancid little roach and it will never not upset me that you outlived so many generous, talented young people.”
“Abusing your power, parading your prejudiced pink clad posterior around my school like some alternate methods Mary Poppins.
”supercalifragilisticnoitsevilcovidcoughing(1GP)youwereobnoxious,”
“and now I wish you well. In hell. BURN IN HELL!”
-Professor McGonagall at Dolores Umbridge’s funeral.*
He ignores the Jailor, and turns Abaddon instead. "At least I make... the deaths of those I decide to... kill... quick. Unlike you, who drags... out their punishment for... eternity."
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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“But I do so with reason, roach. You do not, killing all and anyone near you. I only condemn sinners.”
the Jailor is preparing to cast another spell, drawing runes in the air with hundreds of complex symbols, floating around her. She’s in deep concentration.
*all these storylines would make a great TV show*
Ragnaris waves a paw through the runes the Jailor is drawing, dispersing them completely. "Ah ah ah. None of that." He then turns back to Abaddon. And you consider my grandson a criminal, when what he was doing was righteous in a sense? He was protecting and nurturing children that you had no right to take away, and because you trapped him down here, it is your fault one of them died. He was down here, trapped with you, and because of that, he was not able to protect the child when they needed him most." His mind seems to be stable enough for him to now piece together sentences without his voice being unsteady.
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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(Hmm, do I smell a D&D TV show that has at least one character that goes insane like every modern cartoon has nowadays?)
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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”children which were also violent criminals. And either way, it doesn’t matter why he did them in this case. What matters is what he did, which is against law. A righteous motivation does not hold up in the high court of the hells.” He growls, baring his teeth.
the Jailor looks up at Ragnaris and smiles, as if the attempt to stop her casting the spell had failed. This one can’t be stopped by a hand wave or some counterspell. She grins as she continues to prepare its casting. She is hiding mostly behind Abaddon.
(Yes you dooo)
(but it would still be an interesting story I think)
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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
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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“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?"
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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“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. "
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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”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."
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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