“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
Elk charges forward, taking two quick slashes at Toonthulhu with his glaive.
Attack #1: 23
Damage: 19 magical slashing
2 lightning
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19 magical slashing
6 lightning
Toonthulhu dodged the first attack normally, but the second attack, actually hits him. But to avoid it, he bends his body in an unbendable, noodlelike fashion, moving his torso to the side. He jumps behind Elk on spring legs, and his gloved hand enlarges to an enormous degree, becoming bigger than Elk himself. He smashes Elk with the enormous hand. To hit: 42 damage: 20 then he leaps to the other side of Elk and from his mouth, produces an oversized blunderbuss, shooting Elk point blank. Make a DC 33 Dex save or take 38 fire damage. Then he produces a bubble from his mouth, expanding until it envelopes him. It shines with protective force.
(What kind of damage for the first attack?)
Automatic failure on the Dex save. Elk uses his telepathy to express the pain he feels. He then points the glaive at Toonthulhu, and a humongous whirlwind appears next to them. They must succeed on a DC 19 Dex save or take 36 lightning damage. Half in success.
Finally, Elk's body begins to morph until he has turned into a massive beetle, which screeches at the monster in front of him.
(Force)
dex save: 21 either way, he takes the bolt straight on and becomes covered in soot and starts smoking, but a second later he shakes it off and is fine.
Then, they produce a high tech, but cartoonish alien gun and fire three darts of force towards Elk. Auto hit, damage: 444
then he produces a large blanket, and throws it over the both of them, where it covers both of them and prevents them both from escaping. (Basically a forcecage)
Then, the concussive force of the gun ray attacks messes with his head, and suddenly there’s four of them. Oh gods.
then, the original one attacks again with the hand. To hit: 31 damage: 22
Elk screams in pain, which just sounds like a very loud shriek, since he is currently a beetle. He then charges forward, slashing with his claws and snapping his teeth.
Attack #1: 33
Damage: 9 magical piercing
Attack #2: 25
Damage: 7 magical slashing
Attack #3: 26
Damage: 11 magical slashing
For attack one, it might hit one of the three fake ones, so lemme roll a dice real quick: 6 on a 6 or lower, it hits and Toonthulhu dodges by holding up a painting, which the beetle runs through to the other side of and behind Toonthulhu. If it’s higher than a 6, then Toonthulhu’s clone is hit and it disappears. Other two attacks miss.
on Toonthulhu’s turn, it rubs its gloves together, creating some static electricity, before producing an enormous bomb and dropping it between the two of them. It explodes, and it deals 84 fire damage to both of them (neither can make the save and it does max damage, basically a 9th level fireball) Toonthulhu blocks the attack with a shield it produces out of nowhere.
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
*Honestly that's a fair enough argument. I wouldn't be able to argue against that. I might be biased though, because I happen to be rping Ragnerious.*
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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.
Elk charges forward, taking two quick slashes at Toonthulhu with his glaive.
Attack #1: 23
Damage: 19 magical slashing
2 lightning
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19 magical slashing
6 lightning
Toonthulhu dodged the first attack normally, but the second attack, actually hits him. But to avoid it, he bends his body in an unbendable, noodlelike fashion, moving his torso to the side. He jumps behind Elk on spring legs, and his gloved hand enlarges to an enormous degree, becoming bigger than Elk himself. He smashes Elk with the enormous hand. To hit: 42 damage: 20 then he leaps to the other side of Elk and from his mouth, produces an oversized blunderbuss, shooting Elk point blank. Make a DC 33 Dex save or take 38 fire damage. Then he produces a bubble from his mouth, expanding until it envelopes him. It shines with protective force.
(What kind of damage for the first attack?)
Automatic failure on the Dex save. Elk uses his telepathy to express the pain he feels. He then points the glaive at Toonthulhu, and a humongous whirlwind appears next to them. They must succeed on a DC 19 Dex save or take 36 lightning damage. Half in success.
Finally, Elk's body begins to morph until he has turned into a massive beetle, which screeches at the monster in front of him.
(Force)
dex save: 21 either way, he takes the bolt straight on and becomes covered in soot and starts smoking, but a second later he shakes it off and is fine.
Then, they produce a high tech, but cartoonish alien gun and fire three darts of force towards Elk. Auto hit, damage: 444
then he produces a large blanket, and throws it over the both of them, where it covers both of them and prevents them both from escaping. (Basically a forcecage)
Then, the concussive force of the gun ray attacks messes with his head, and suddenly there’s four of them. Oh gods.
then, the original one attacks again with the hand. To hit: 31 damage: 22
Elk screams in pain, which just sounds like a very loud shriek, since he is currently a beetle. He then charges forward, slashing with his claws and snapping his teeth.
Attack #1: 33
Damage: 9 magical piercing
Attack #2: 25
Damage: 7 magical slashing
Attack #3: 26
Damage: 11 magical slashing
For attack one, it might hit one of the three fake ones, so lemme roll a dice real quick: 11 on a 6 or lower, it hits and Toonthulhu dodges by holding up a painting, which the beetle runs through to the other side of and behind Toonthulhu. If it’s higher than a 6, then Toonthulhu’s clone is hit and it disappears. Other two attacks miss.
on Toonthulhu’s turn, it rubs its gloves together, creating some static electricity, before producing an enormous bomb and dropping it between the two of them. It explodes, and it deals 84 fire damage to both of them (neither can make the save and it does max damage, basically a 9th level fireball) Toonthulhu blocks the attack with a shield it produces out of nowhere.
(Okay, have they even taken damage at this point? Because you keep saying they 'block' the attacks.)
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*sorry, I didn’t explain it well enough the first time I think. Whenever i say they block attacks, I mean that it doesn’t hurt them because they have temporary hitpoints, which I’ve basically just reflavored as them using cartoon physics to avoid taking damage. They have taken damage.*
“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
“How do I put this… I don’t care! Ragnerious was the one who confessed their love to me so you can talk to them about it!”
“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
“How do I put this… I don’t care! Ragnerious was the one who confessed their love to me so you can talk to them about it!”
"Unfortunately, Ragnerious is asleep on your couch, and... tunic-less, for some reason." He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "Listen, Ms. Jailor. I am proud of Ragnerious finding love, I very much so am. And I can see that you two make each other happy. And trust me, my prejudice against you is not personal. It is simply that remembering what your whole purpose is reminds me too much of what Abaddon has done to Ragnerious, and I cannot exactly handle that. You... you saw that back in Carceri."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
“How do I put this… I don’t care! Ragnerious was the one who confessed their love to me so you can talk to them about it!”
"Unfortunately, Ragnerious is asleep on your couch, and... tunic-less, for some reason." He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "Listen, Ms. Jailor. I am proud of Ragnerious finding love, I very much so am. And I can see that you two make each other happy. And trust me, my prejudice against you is not personal. It is simply that remembering what your whole purpose is reminds me too much of what Abaddon has done to Ragnerious, and I cannot exactly handle that. You... you saw that back in Carceri."
”yeah… listen, I am so sorry about what happened to your grandson, but it is at the very least better than the alternative… him being imprisoned. Abaddon is just a whole other level of evil, and even I think it was cruel. And my job is to imprison and torture guilty souls! But you can trust that while he’s down here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to him if it’s in my power to stop it. Okay?”
“Oh, alright. Um…can you tell him I’m sorry for causing him trouble before. He just…kind of freaked me out when he started chasing me like that…I’d tell him myself but….” He says a bit awkwardly, embarrassed about what happened before. Despite seeming to be a very smart kid, he is still just a kid.
"Of course, Zeon. I shall see you later." He opens a portal in front of him, then walks through. Once he arrives in Nessus, he sniffs the air, trying to catch Rag's scent.
(Well, Jester? You're the only one who knows where Rag is right now.)
He smells a drunken Rag in Asmodeus's tower, after going through some tunnels he finds him behind a door with Ettelia the Jailor, getting drunk and falling in love.
Ragnaris knocks on the door with a single claw, almost knocking it down from the sheer force. "Ragnerious? Are you in here? And I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. How much have you been drinking?"
Rag stumbles to the door and tries to speak "I'm- I'm fine grandfather. I'm so happy you're here. Do you want to meet the woman I love?" He opens the door and hugs Ragnaris.
He is visibly surprised by this, but regains his composure. "Of- of course, Ragneriuos. I am very happy that you have found someone to love."
He then turns around and stumbles over to Ettelia the Jailor and brings her over to Ragnaris, presenting her with a glee filled smile.
Her silver hair is all messy and she seems to be very drunk, a glass of golden liquid in her hand, and she waves sleepily to Ragnaris.
“We met before… you-HIC- escaped! I caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t-HIC-I?”
Ragnaris's eyes fill with dread, and he growls. "You... what are you doing with my grandson?" He begins to use his long neck to push his immense head further into the room.
“Love-HIC-loving him. Duh…” she trails off, almost as if she was about to pass out, before snapping back awake again. She holds up a glass of Thrilljoy. “Want some?”
"I am quite fine. And I cannot speak to you like this, it is too distracting." He touches a claw to her forehead, and head clears, allowing her to talk normally. "Now explain to me why one of the servants of Abaddon is courting my grandson."
(Don't worry, Ragnaris won't be this hostile towards their relationship in a few (in-game) hours.)
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
“How do I put this… I don’t care! Ragnerious was the one who confessed their love to me so you can talk to them about it!”
"Unfortunately, Ragnerious is asleep on your couch, and... tunic-less, for some reason." He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "Listen, Ms. Jailor. I am proud of Ragnerious finding love, I very much so am. And I can see that you two make each other happy. And trust me, my prejudice against you is not personal. It is simply that remembering what your whole purpose is reminds me too much of what Abaddon has done to Ragnerious, and I cannot exactly handle that. You... you saw that back in Carceri."
”yeah… listen, I am so sorry about what happened to your grandson, but it is at the very least better than the alternative… him being imprisoned. Abaddon is just a whole other level of evil, and even I think it was cruel. And my job is to imprison and torture guilty souls! But you can trust that while he’s down here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to him if it’s in my power to stop it. Okay?”
A single small tear of liquid fire wells up in one of his -wheel sized eyes. "Very... very well. Also, I am tiring of calling you the Jailor. Do you perhaps have another name?"
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Ragnerious gets up, stumbles back over, and hugs Ragnaris "You're so- Hic- great grandpa. I love you so much, and I love Ettellia so much. I love the both of you with all my- Hic- heart.". He then walks over to Ettellia, grabs his head, and kisses her. He then walks back to the couch and sits then, not drinking anymore but not putting his shirt either.
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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.
*by the way did you see my thing explaining the temporary hitpoints and dodging attacks with Toonthulhu?*
"Ettellia... that is a very nice name." His body begins to compact and change until he is around ten feet tall. He is now a large dragonborn with spectacles, a cane, and white hair and a beard. He spreads his arms and gives her a hug. While he is doing so, he whispers in her ear. "I am warning you now: Ragnerious can be... a bit much sometimes. But I assume you can keep him in line?"
(Yeah, I did. Give me a little bit and I should be able to continue the fight.)
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*by the way did you see my thing explaining the temporary hitpoints and dodging attacks with Toonthulhu?*
"Ettellia... that is a very nice name." His body begins to compact and change until he is around ten feet tall. He is now a large dragonborn with spectacles, a cane, and white hair and a beard. He spreads his arms and gives her a hug. While he is doing so, he whispers in her ear. "I am warning you now: Ragnerious can be... a bit much sometimes. But I assume you can keep him in line?"
(Yeah, I did. Give me a little bit and I should be able to continue the fight.)
“Of course... I had to help deal with the whole Baalzebul thing when he tried overthrowing Asmodeus… I can handle him fine. Thanks for trusting me.”
Ragnerious gets up, stumbles back over, and hugs Ragnaris "You're so- Hic- great grandpa. I love you so much, and I love Ettellia so much. I love the both of you with all my- Hic- heart.". He then walks over to Ettellia, grabs his head, and kisses her. He then walks back to the couch and sits then, not drinking anymore but not putting his shirt either.
"I love you too, Ragnerious."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*by the way did you see my thing explaining the temporary hitpoints and dodging attacks with Toonthulhu?*
"Ettellia... that is a very nice name." His body begins to compact and change until he is around ten feet tall. He is now a large dragonborn with spectacles, a cane, and white hair and a beard. He spreads his arms and gives her a hug. While he is doing so, he whispers in her ear. "I am warning you now: Ragnerious can be... a bit much sometimes. But I assume you can keep him in line?"
(Yeah, I did. Give me a little bit and I should be able to continue the fight.)
“Of course... I had to help deal with the whole Baalzebul thing when he tried overthrowing Asmodeus… I can handle him fine. Thanks for trusting me.”
"You are welcome." He pats her back, and despite his much smaller size, he still has the strength that comes with his true form. "Well, I best leave now, before Abaddon finds out I am here. I assume he will not be happy if he learns that Ragnerious gets to see me more than five minutes a year because of loophole in his reasoning."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
*by the way did you see my thing explaining the temporary hitpoints and dodging attacks with Toonthulhu?*
"Ettellia... that is a very nice name." His body begins to compact and change until he is around ten feet tall. He is now a large dragonborn with spectacles, a cane, and white hair and a beard. He spreads his arms and gives her a hug. While he is doing so, he whispers in her ear. "I am warning you now: Ragnerious can be... a bit much sometimes. But I assume you can keep him in line?"
(Yeah, I did. Give me a little bit and I should be able to continue the fight.)
“Of course... I had to help deal with the whole Baalzebul thing when he tried overthrowing Asmodeus… I can handle him fine. Thanks for trusting me.”
"You are welcome." He pats her back, and despite his much smaller size, he still has the strength that comes with his true form. "Well, I best leave now, before Abaddon finds out I am here. I assume he will not be happy if he learns that Ragnerious gets to see me more than five minutes a year because of loophole in his reasoning."
“Probably better if he doesn’t know you were here, he’ll find some (1GP) reason to arrest you anyways, infernal law is weird and complicated and this could get you in trouble… so yeah, do you need me to make a portal?”
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*I am loving watching this entertainment. Ragnerious is currently unconscious on the couch if anyone is wondering,*
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
She holds her head for a few moments, confused. “Ah darnit, I was having fun! But two things. I am not a servant of Abaddon, we are coworkers! I’m a servant of Asmodeus. Abaddon does the law stuff, I do the torture stuff. And secondly, he’s soooooo handsome.”
For attack one, it might hit one of the three fake ones, so lemme roll a dice real quick: 6 on a 6 or lower, it hits and Toonthulhu dodges by holding up a painting, which the beetle runs through to the other side of and behind Toonthulhu. If it’s higher than a 6, then Toonthulhu’s clone is hit and it disappears. Other two attacks miss.
on Toonthulhu’s turn, it rubs its gloves together, creating some static electricity, before producing an enormous bomb and dropping it between the two of them. It explodes, and it deals 84 fire damage to both of them (neither can make the save and it does max damage, basically a 9th level fireball) Toonthulhu blocks the attack with a shield it produces out of nowhere.
*Honestly that's a fair enough argument. I wouldn't be able to argue against that. I might be biased though, because I happen to be rping Ragnerious.*
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
(Okay, have they even taken damage at this point? Because you keep saying they 'block' the attacks.)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
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*sorry, I didn’t explain it well enough the first time I think. Whenever i say they block attacks, I mean that it doesn’t hurt them because they have temporary hitpoints, which I’ve basically just reflavored as them using cartoon physics to avoid taking damage. They have taken damage.*
"Still, you work alongside the man that took my life, attempted to torture me, and imprisoned my grandson, THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT, here for 200 years. I think you can see why I may be against you being with him."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
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“How do I put this… I don’t care! Ragnerious was the one who confessed their love to me so you can talk to them about it!”
Rag looks up when his name was mentioned, revealing his shirt somehow disappeared, he mutters some words no one can understand and goes back to sleep.
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
*Boink.*
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
"Unfortunately, Ragnerious is asleep on your couch, and... tunic-less, for some reason." He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "Listen, Ms. Jailor. I am proud of Ragnerious finding love, I very much so am. And I can see that you two make each other happy. And trust me, my prejudice against you is not personal. It is simply that remembering what your whole purpose is reminds me too much of what Abaddon has done to Ragnerious, and I cannot exactly handle that. You... you saw that back in Carceri."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
”yeah… listen, I am so sorry about what happened to your grandson, but it is at the very least better than the alternative… him being imprisoned. Abaddon is just a whole other level of evil, and even I think it was cruel. And my job is to imprison and torture guilty souls! But you can trust that while he’s down here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to him if it’s in my power to stop it. Okay?”
A single small tear of liquid fire wells up in one of his -wheel sized eyes. "Very... very well. Also, I am tiring of calling you the Jailor. Do you perhaps have another name?"
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*cut with Agate.*
”Ettellia. My name is Ettellia.”
*by the way did you see my thing explaining the temporary hitpoints and dodging attacks with Toonthulhu?*
Ragnerious gets up, stumbles back over, and hugs Ragnaris "You're so- Hic- great grandpa. I love you so much, and I love Ettellia so much. I love the both of you with all my- Hic- heart.". He then walks over to Ettellia, grabs his head, and kisses her. He then walks back to the couch and sits then, not drinking anymore but not putting his shirt either.
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
"Ettellia... that is a very nice name." His body begins to compact and change until he is around ten feet tall. He is now a large dragonborn with spectacles, a cane, and white hair and a beard. He spreads his arms and gives her a hug. While he is doing so, he whispers in her ear. "I am warning you now: Ragnerious can be... a bit much sometimes. But I assume you can keep him in line?"
(Yeah, I did. Give me a little bit and I should be able to continue the fight.)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
“Of course... I had to help deal with the whole Baalzebul thing when he tried overthrowing Asmodeus… I can handle him fine. Thanks for trusting me.”
"I love you too, Ragnerious."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
"You are welcome." He pats her back, and despite his much smaller size, he still has the strength that comes with his true form. "Well, I best leave now, before Abaddon finds out I am here. I assume he will not be happy if he learns that Ragnerious gets to see me more than five minutes a year because of loophole in his reasoning."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
“Probably better if he doesn’t know you were here, he’ll find some (1GP) reason to arrest you anyways, infernal law is weird and complicated and this could get you in trouble… so yeah, do you need me to make a portal?”