Lonely is walking around, trying and failing to follow their dog, Alacreus.
Arch is contemplating introducing either an archfey based off of a chess set or the world tre(ant)
Zodiac appears beside Lonely. "Hello Lonely!"
They turn around.
”Oh, hiya! We’ve met before, right?”
"Yeah, and remember how you told me about the ultimate evil being the raccoon in your garden?"
“Oh yeah! That raccoon was mean, let me tell you…”
"Well, I found out my great grand dad, Lucifer, keeps turning into a raccoon and tormenting someone that sounds like you."
“Oh, it was your great grandad! What a coincidence! But seriously, that raccoon was the woooorst…”
"Sorry bout that, but I told him to stop."
“Well thanks for that! Anyways, how are you doing?”
"Good, how about you?"
“Great! I’ve been trying to practice swordfighting, and also doing some magic!”
"Magic is fun, I taught some to my adopted daughter, do you want me to teach you some?"
“That could be fun! But the magic I’ve been practicing so far is just my natural magic, I don’t even know why I have it but I’ve never done anything else.”
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
Lonely is walking around, trying and failing to follow their dog, Alacreus.
Arch is contemplating introducing either an archfey based off of a chess set or the world tre(ant)
Zodiac appears beside Lonely. "Hello Lonely!"
They turn around.
”Oh, hiya! We’ve met before, right?”
"Yeah, and remember how you told me about the ultimate evil being the raccoon in your garden?"
“Oh yeah! That raccoon was mean, let me tell you…”
"Well, I found out my great grand dad, Lucifer, keeps turning into a raccoon and tormenting someone that sounds like you."
“Oh, it was your great grandad! What a coincidence! But seriously, that raccoon was the woooorst…”
"Sorry bout that, but I told him to stop."
“Well thanks for that! Anyways, how are you doing?”
"Good, how about you?"
“Great! I’ve been trying to practice swordfighting, and also doing some magic!”
"Magic is fun, I taught some to my adopted daughter, do you want me to teach you some?"
“That could be fun! But the magic I’ve been practicing so far is just my natural magic, I don’t even know why I have it but I’ve never done anything else.”
"Let me teach you a spell called Wish!"
“Oh, I think I’ve heard of that! What does it do again?”
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
“You’re a massive dragon. Can’t be that hard.”
"My size only makes it harder. Trying to find a pool of water deep enough to accommodate me is such a hassle."
“Have you ever heard of, I don’t know, the ocean?”
He growls louder, causing the scales under the man to vibrate. "Of course I have heard of the ocean. But there is another thing about what you are doing: it is rude to mount a dragon unless they give consent. SO GET. OFF!" He starts shaking his immense head from side to side, attempting to knock the man off.
The man’s balance is impressive, as he doesn’t fall off “Is that all you got?”
"Oh, well we all need a pastime to help pass the days, don't we mister tall, dark, and auraly spooky." She says chuckling. "Love the dark and edgy aura by the way, always a fan favorite in this dracoliches heart....IF I HAD ONE" She cackles madly, her three grinning skulls swinging wildly on their neck vertebrate in laughter.
He cackles himself, and his teeth seem to shift in his mouth, becoming sharper, he’s a pretty handsome guy, it’s almost scary “I like you! You’re fun! The shadowy aura isn’t exactly something I have complete control over, just something my powers do.” The aura becomes wavy like when there is too much heat in one area.
"Oh, but such powers are always so much fun to use. The thrill of what could happen. As a gambling man, figured the challenge would be all the sweeter like that."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
"So will you let me in?"
"Oh why in the Nine Hells not? It's not like you can mess it up more then it is already." She says with a cackle.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
He feels something watching him, though he can tell from where
He stops, then begins to look around. "I can feel you watching me. Show yourself."
(He has tremorsense out to a range of 35 feet, so if the presence is within that range he knows exactly where they are.)
*no where near*
he gets no response, though the feeling doesn’t go away
He slams a scaled paw to the ground, causing a small earthquake. "I said show yourself!"
He feels a sensation run up his spine and stop at his head. Just before a man lands on his snout. Wearing baggy white pants and a black muscle shirt, short black hair falling slightly over his eyes and an odd purple, wormlike creature wrapped around his torso “Yo.”
Ragnaris growls, his wagon wheel-sized eyes looking straight at the man. "Would you kindly remove yourself from my snout before I shake you off?"
“Easier to talk to you from here.”
"I do not care. You are dirtying my scales, and do you even you how hard it is to clean the ones you are currently standing on?"
“You’re a massive dragon. Can’t be that hard.”
"My size only makes it harder. Trying to find a pool of water deep enough to accommodate me is such a hassle."
“Have you ever heard of, I don’t know, the ocean?”
He growls louder, causing the scales under the man to vibrate. "Of course I have heard of the ocean. But there is another thing about what you are doing: it is rude to mount a dragon unless they give consent. SO GET. OFF!" He starts shaking his immense head from side to side, attempting to knock the man off.
The man’s balance is impressive, as he doesn’t fall off “Is that all you got?”
Ragnaris tosses his head back at breakneck speed.
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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.
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
"So will you let me in?"
"Oh why in the Nine Hells not? It's not like you can mess it up more then it is already." She says with a cackle.
"Oh, well we all need a pastime to help pass the days, don't we mister tall, dark, and auraly spooky." She says chuckling. "Love the dark and edgy aura by the way, always a fan favorite in this dracoliches heart....IF I HAD ONE" She cackles madly, her three grinning skulls swinging wildly on their neck vertebrate in laughter.
He cackles himself, and his teeth seem to shift in his mouth, becoming sharper, he’s a pretty handsome guy, it’s almost scary “I like you! You’re fun! The shadowy aura isn’t exactly something I have complete control over, just something my powers do.” The aura becomes wavy like when there is too much heat in one area.
"Oh, but such powers are always so much fun to use. The thrill of what could happen. As a gambling man, figured the challenge would be all the sweeter like that."
“Oh trust me it is. I have figure out a few fun things that my powers can do, but nothing special in particular, for example I can absorb spell with my magic and destroy magic with my sword.”
Galighorelk is practicing on a makeshift training dummy he seems to have built out of supplies from his pack. The whole thing is seconds away from falling apart.
Ragnaris is roaming around the arena, thinking about Rag.
Suddenly, Ragnaris feels someone next to him. "Hi!"
He turns his head toward the person, obviously a bit surprised. "Greetings. Who may you be?"
He sees a 18 year old with blood red hair in a black tuxedo with a red tie, and who has eyes that are the universe, all the stars and nebula and stuff. "Zodiac, pleasure to be meeting you, what's your name?"
He bends down low, so that his massive eyes are level with Zodiac's. "My name is Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. What brings you here to this dome?"
"I was bored, and do you want to hear my titles?"
"Go ahead. I do not have anywhere else to be. But just know this: if one of your titles happens to be 'Dragonslayer', I will strike you down where you stand."
"Do not worry, I like dragons. I am the Ruler of endless blood, Godslayer, The Lord Atop The Iron Throne, Grandson of the Antichrist, Descendant of Lucifer, King of Chaos, The Trueborn of Chaos, Voidsoul, and more."
"'Descendant of Lucifer'?" He begins to chuckle. "You must be quite the powerful daemon, aren't you?"
"Well, I'm only part daemon."
"And the other part?", he asks inquisitively.
"Well I'm part daemon part angel part elf part Creator of everything."
"I see. Is that all?"
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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.
She would delicately drop to cubes into his cup. She would grab onto hers, which then grows to accommodate her grand size.
"What are your thoughts on genocide?"
"Hm....well I have definitely taken part in a few....though mostly it's been against demons or other denizens of the lower hells.I haven't been to the Prime Material in at least five centuries. Or was it five and a half, dang Mechenus mandatory leap decades always messing with my memories..."
"I could fix your memories. You just need to let me into your soul."
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
"So will you let me in?"
"Oh why in the Nine Hells not? It's not like you can mess it up more then it is already." She says with a cackle.
He goes in her soul, does he see anything?
Coronet's soul is quite old and has been cracked and weathered through eons of life and undeath. Despite that it is rather lively and full of great power, if a bit on the unhinged side.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Oh, I think I’ve heard of that! What does it do again?”
"You make a wish, and it comes true, within some boundaries of course."
“Wow! Sounds powerful!”
"That's nothing, but it is bad for your soul, and could sometimes hurt, but I can teach you to bypass that!"
“Oh… well if you can teach me to bypass that, then let’s do it!”
So he spends the next hour teaching Lonely Wish but without the consequences.
Lonely is a very bad student when it comes to learning the spell. A lot of parts they either don’t get, don’t get right, or are not paying attention to, suddenly distracted by something else in the moment.
"Oh why in the Nine Hells not? It's not like you can mess it up more then it is already." She says with a cackle.
He goes in her soul, does he see anything?
Coronet's soul is quite old and has been cracked and weathered through eons of life and undeath. Despite that it is rather lively and full of great power, if a bit on the unhinged side.
He goes to her memories. "What seems to be the problem?"
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"Let me teach you a spell called Wish!"
"All these men wanting to go on soul tours lately, Its quite flattering for a dragon of my age but you haven't even invited me to dinner first. Oh who am I kidding, I love the thrill of spontaneous soul touring." She says with a cackle.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"So will you let me in?"
“Oh, I think I’ve heard of that! What does it do again?”
The man’s balance is impressive, as he doesn’t fall off “Is that all you got?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"You make a wish, and it comes true, within some boundaries of course."
“Wow! Sounds powerful!”
"Oh, but such powers are always so much fun to use. The thrill of what could happen. As a gambling man, figured the challenge would be all the sweeter like that."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"That's nothing, but it is bad for your soul, and could sometimes hurt, but I can teach you to bypass that!"
"Oh why in the Nine Hells not? It's not like you can mess it up more then it is already." She says with a cackle.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Ragnaris tosses his head back at breakneck speed.
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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He goes in her soul, does he see anything?
“Oh… well if you can teach me to bypass that, then let’s do it!”
“Oh trust me it is. I have figure out a few fun things that my powers can do, but nothing special in particular, for example I can absorb spell with my magic and destroy magic with my sword.”
"I see. Is that all?"
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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So he spends the next hour teaching Lonely Wish but without the consequences.
"I-i think so."
Coronet's soul is quite old and has been cracked and weathered through eons of life and undeath. Despite that it is rather lively and full of great power, if a bit on the unhinged side.
"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
Lonely is a very bad student when it comes to learning the spell. A lot of parts they either don’t get, don’t get right, or are not paying attention to, suddenly distracted by something else in the moment.
He goes to her memories. "What seems to be the problem?"