Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
“Does that mean you aren’t living yourself?”
“I am in a… curious state. Even I do not fully understand it. But I am not undead.”
“Weird… anyways, I’m Varavothim, the reaper’s shot.”
“An extravagant title. I can see why you bear it.”
“Thank you… I’m one of the best shots in all the lands, I think.”
“I see. Is it necessary?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
“Does that mean you aren’t living yourself?”
“I am in a… curious state. Even I do not fully understand it. But I am not undead.”
“Weird… anyways, I’m Varavothim, the reaper’s shot.”
“An extravagant title. I can see why you bear it.”
“Thank you… I’m one of the best shots in all the lands, I think.”
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
“Does that mean you aren’t living yourself?”
“I am in a… curious state. Even I do not fully understand it. But I am not undead.”
“Weird… anyways, I’m Varavothim, the reaper’s shot.”
“An extravagant title. I can see why you bear it.”
“Thank you… I’m one of the best shots in all the lands, I think.”
“I see. Is it necessary?”
“Is what necessary?”
“Carrying that perplexing device. It only attracts pain to you.” They gesture to the revolver.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
“Does that mean you aren’t living yourself?”
“I am in a… curious state. Even I do not fully understand it. But I am not undead.”
“Weird… anyways, I’m Varavothim, the reaper’s shot.”
“An extravagant title. I can see why you bear it.”
“Thank you… I’m one of the best shots in all the lands, I think.”
“I see. Is it necessary?”
“Is what necessary?”
“Carrying that perplexing device. It only attracts pain to you.” They gesture to the revolver.
“It’s pretty necessary, given how dangerous this place is.”
*Rag could just let them inside, or he could just say he knows Donquixote and they'll probably just let him in.*
*Coolio! I'll just...*
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
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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.
*Rag is becoming one of my favorite characters ever. I am loving his story, its great, definitely top three favorite characters I've ever made.*
*Sad dad is fun, hoping he finds new family so he can have some happiness. He deserves it.*
*Sad dad strong dad. He really is just doing his best to be a good person and such. Coronet is such a great auntie character.*
*I love that I somehow mixed a deranged and cackling Cheshire Cat/Mad Hatter character with a sassy and unabashedly shameless wine aunt. All within a three headed dracolich*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Rag is becoming one of my favorite characters ever. I am loving his story, its great, definitely top three favorite characters I've ever made.*
*Sad dad is fun, hoping he finds new family so he can have some happiness. He deserves it.*
*Sad dad strong dad. He really is just doing his best to be a good person and such. Coronet is such a great auntie character.*
*I love that I somehow mixed a deranged and cackling Cheshire Cat/Mad Hatter character with a sassy and unabashedly shameless wine aunt. All within a three headed dracolich*
*She is so great, and very fun to RP with.*
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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.
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
Barbeau stumbles back a bit, a recognizable expression crossing his eyes for a split second: fear. A natural response as old as life primordial, come pre-installed into all living things since then. For a person like Barbeau, it is something remarkable.
"I was..." his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "I was looking for you, actually. You cook for others, do you not?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful.” Zeon says a bit worriedly. The Spellbook seems to pat him on the head reassuringly.
"Neither do I, I am just giving you a fair warning,"
“oh, I see. Alright then. I’ll try to keep that in mind then”
"Yeah, also what are your abilities exactly? I just want to know in case I feel like training you."
“Oh, well I’m a mixed between unarmed combat and powers of the storm. Dufort aids with the arcane magic of my Spellbook.”
"Hmm, I have powers of the storm and fight using armed skirmish tactics. Looks like I might have to train you."
“I’d be up for some training.” The boy says getting a hit excited, before quickly adding as his Spellbook glows beside him “If that is alright with you, that is…”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Rag is becoming one of my favorite characters ever. I am loving his story, its great, definitely top three favorite characters I've ever made.*
*Sad dad is fun, hoping he finds new family so he can have some happiness. He deserves it.*
*Sad dad strong dad. He really is just doing his best to be a good person and such. Coronet is such a great auntie character.*
*I love that I somehow mixed a deranged and cackling Cheshire Cat/Mad Hatter character with a sassy and unabashedly shameless wine aunt. All within a three headed dracolich*
*She is so great, and very fun to RP with.*
*That just sounds so freaking awesome.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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“oh, I see. Alright then. I’ll try to keep that in mind then”
"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
"Yeah, also what are your abilities exactly? I just want to know in case I feel like training you."
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 gotta interact with him now. I wasn't really paying attention before, but now my interest is piqued.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well he's in the courthouse of the Nine hells so Chef Barbeau can interact with him.*
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 see. Is it necessary?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I get the feeling they wouldn't allow a demonic cambion inside, regardless of their alignment (LG).*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Is what necessary?”
“Carrying that perplexing device. It only attracts pain to you.” They gesture to the revolver.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Rag could just let them inside, or he could just say he knows Donquixote and they'll probably just let him in.*
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
“It’s pretty necessary, given how dangerous this place is.”
*Coolio! I'll just...*
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*cut*
Eito picks the shortsword back up. “In that case, I may be in the wrong place. But then again, perhaps not. Perhaps I am what this place requires.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, well I’m a mixed between unarmed combat and powers of the storm. Dufort aids with the arcane magic of my Spellbook.”
"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
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
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
"Hmm, I have powers of the storm and fight using armed skirmish tactics. Looks like I might have to train you."
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 love that I somehow mixed a deranged and cackling Cheshire Cat/Mad Hatter character with a sassy and unabashedly shameless wine aunt. All within a three headed dracolich*
"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
*She is so great, and very fun to RP with.*
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
Barbeau stumbles back a bit, a recognizable expression crossing his eyes for a split second: fear. A natural response as old as life primordial, come pre-installed into all living things since then. For a person like Barbeau, it is something remarkable.
"I was..." his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "I was looking for you, actually. You cook for others, do you not?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’d be up for some training.” The boy says getting a hit excited, before quickly adding as his Spellbook glows beside him “If that is alright with you, that is…”
"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
*That just sounds so freaking awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.