*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Corvin is doing some alchemy.
Johnny teatime is having a party.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld stuff.
Alacreus is chasing a terrified squirrel.
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
Ragnaris is picking his teeth with a charred pine tree he seems to have found while out pillaging.
Elk is running around, doing complicated maneuvers with his glaive.
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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.
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
They fall and get back up, looking to shade. “Hi! Where’s Jason?…”
they are doing quite well, since they are pit fiends, and they have also been getting a lot stronger, even more than their normal like, 23 strength or something.
Aeolus spins and locks eyes with John. She swoops down and grabs onto the warrior she’s fighting, and, with a burst of wind, flings them up. About 1,000 feet. They don’t survive the fall. She turns back to John, giggling.
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
They fall and get back up, looking to shade. “Hi! Where’s Jason?…”
they are doing quite well, since they are pit fiends, and they have also been getting a lot stronger, even more than their normal like, 23 strength or something.
Aeolus spins and locks eyes with John. She swoops down and grabs onto the warrior she’s fighting, and, with a burst of wind, flings them up. About 1,000 feet. They don’t survive the fall. She turns back to John, giggling.
Shade shakes his head “Mr. Asano is handling something he deemed important, he will be back soon enough.”
Rag is doing his best to push himself, lifting pretty well himself “How is everybody doing? Feelin strong?”
John takes off his helm and puts it under his arm, his hair falling to his shoulders “Hello there. Who are you?”
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
They fall and get back up, looking to shade. “Hi! Where’s Jason?…”
they are doing quite well, since they are pit fiends, and they have also been getting a lot stronger, even more than their normal like, 23 strength or something.
Aeolus spins and locks eyes with John. She swoops down and grabs onto the warrior she’s fighting, and, with a burst of wind, flings them up. About 1,000 feet. They don’t survive the fall. She turns back to John, giggling.
Shade shakes his head “Mr. Asano is handling something he deemed important, he will be back soon enough.”
Rag is doing his best to push himself, lifting pretty well himself “How is everybody doing? Feelin strong?”
John takes off his helm and puts it under his arm, his hair falling to his shoulders “Hello there. Who are you?”
“Oh. What’s he doing?”
they all nod in agreement or mutter agreements, a few of them, who like rag, do some small cheers.
She zips over to John, chuckling as a blast of gale force wind follows. “I am the fuel of the fire, the twisting breath of the sun, moon, and stars! Who are you?”
In a swirling, twirling, sweeping, weeping, storming, worming explosion of atmospheric disturbance and ozone, a twister, laced with lightning and freckled with debris, rips into the dome After gashing the ground for a short distance it begins to wane and, like a slowing top loosing motion, it breaks up into a scattering of violent zephyrs and gusts of serpentine air.
Standing right where the tornado used to be is a scarecrow made of patchwork rags. A straw hat covers his bagged head, his lips are stitched shut, and two beetle black buttons gaze out across the land. A murder of crows swarm the air around him, like flies around a rotting carcass.
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
They fall and get back up, looking to shade. “Hi! Where’s Jason?…”
they are doing quite well, since they are pit fiends, and they have also been getting a lot stronger, even more than their normal like, 23 strength or something.
Aeolus spins and locks eyes with John. She swoops down and grabs onto the warrior she’s fighting, and, with a burst of wind, flings them up. About 1,000 feet. They don’t survive the fall. She turns back to John, giggling.
Shade shakes his head “Mr. Asano is handling something he deemed important, he will be back soon enough.”
Rag is doing his best to push himself, lifting pretty well himself “How is everybody doing? Feelin strong?”
John takes off his helm and puts it under his arm, his hair falling to his shoulders “Hello there. Who are you?”
“Oh. What’s he doing?”
they all nod in agreement or mutter agreements, a few of them, who like rag, do some small cheers.
She zips over to John, chuckling as a blast of gale force wind follows. “I am the fuel of the fire, the twisting breath of the sun, moon, and stars! Who are you?”
“He told me to tell you he’s feeding Collin. He is killing someone for you.”
He smiles at the cheers “That’s good to hear! I know all of you can get strong. Strong enough to even beat me maybe.” He continues to work, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
John turns his head and his hair dramatically flies in the wind “I am a crusader without a banner to stand behind, I am John Dungeon. Pleasure.”
In a swirling, twirling, sweeping, weeping, storming, worming explosion of atmospheric disturbance and ozone, a twister, laced with lightning and freckled with debris, rips into the dome After gashing the ground for a short distance it begins to wane and, like a slowing top loosing motion, it breaks up into a scattering of violent zephyrs and gusts of serpentine air.
Standing right where the tornado used to be is a scarecrow made of patchwork rags. A straw hat covers his bagged head, his lips are stitched shut, and two beetle black buttons gaze out across the land. A murder of crows swarm the air around him, like flies around a rotting carcass.
One of the crows flies a little too close to where Ragnaris was laying down, picking his teeth, and it smacks him in the eye. He shouts in pain, the begins breathing fire in the direction the bird came from, one eye partially closed now.
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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.
*Sounds like a plan. Sadly I’m going to be on and off for a few hours myself for the next few hours.*
"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
*Well that sucks, hope things are good with cha.*
Rag decided to do physical training with all the pit fiends, instead of the usual combat training they do.
Don is doing his job in the cities of hell, because that’s what he was told to do.
Inumaki is eating a sushi roll and rice, saying the ingredients as he puts them in the food.
Jason is in the mist forests, eating a sandwich because he absolutely embarrassed the guy who banished him there.
Sekiro is in the hells with his finished painting, looking for a way out of hell.
John Dungeon is doing what John does, which means proclaiming his name in a dramatic flash, and killing heretics.
*hi!*
*Hello, wanna rp? But more importantly how are you today?*
*sure! And I am wonderful, how art thou?*
Lonely is doing cartwheels.
Corvin is doing some alchemy.
Johnny teatime is having a party.
Abaddon and the rest of the underworld are doing normal underworld stuff.
Alacreus is chasing a terrified squirrel.
Aeolus is being attacked by some powerful looking fighter, as she dodges behind them and swiftly places a large stick in front of the feet, and they trip. She flies a few feet up, and spins, giggling.
The Demon Kitten licks its chops watching the squirrel
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Shade stands next to Lonely, his hands clasped together.
Rag is training with all of the pit fiends, doing his best to push himself as well as all of them to their limit.
John Dungeon watches them with his blade in the ground, a bit of interest in his eyes, a brow raised.
*I’m good, thank you.*
Ragnaris is picking his teeth with a charred pine tree he seems to have found while out pillaging.
Elk is running around, doing complicated maneuvers with his glaive.
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.
Extended sig
They fall and get back up, looking to shade. “Hi! Where’s Jason?…”
they are doing quite well, since they are pit fiends, and they have also been getting a lot stronger, even more than their normal like, 23 strength or something.
Aeolus spins and locks eyes with John. She swoops down and grabs onto the warrior she’s fighting, and, with a burst of wind, flings them up. About 1,000 feet. They don’t survive the fall. She turns back to John, giggling.
The husky, done chasing the squirrel, having outpaced it but chose not to catch it, lies down. It notices the kitten.
Shade shakes his head “Mr. Asano is handling something he deemed important, he will be back soon enough.”
Rag is doing his best to push himself, lifting pretty well himself “How is everybody doing? Feelin strong?”
John takes off his helm and puts it under his arm, his hair falling to his shoulders “Hello there. Who are you?”
“Oh. What’s he doing?”
they all nod in agreement or mutter agreements, a few of them, who like rag, do some small cheers.
She zips over to John, chuckling as a blast of gale force wind follows. “I am the fuel of the fire, the twisting breath of the sun, moon, and stars! Who are you?”
the kitten stares at the huskey
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
In a swirling, twirling, sweeping, weeping, storming, worming explosion of atmospheric disturbance and ozone, a twister, laced with lightning and freckled with debris, rips into the dome After gashing the ground for a short distance it begins to wane and, like a slowing top loosing motion, it breaks up into a scattering of violent zephyrs and gusts of serpentine air.
Standing right where the tornado used to be is a scarecrow made of patchwork rags. A straw hat covers his bagged head, his lips are stitched shut, and two beetle black buttons gaze out across the land. A murder of crows swarm the air around him, like flies around a rotting carcass.
“He told me to tell you he’s feeding Collin. He is killing someone for you.”
He smiles at the cheers “That’s good to hear! I know all of you can get strong. Strong enough to even beat me maybe.” He continues to work, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
John turns his head and his hair dramatically flies in the wind “I am a crusader without a banner to stand behind, I am John Dungeon. Pleasure.”
*I gotta go, sorry!*
One of the crows flies a little too close to where Ragnaris was laying down, picking his teeth, and it smacks him in the eye. He shouts in pain, the begins breathing fire in the direction the bird came from, one eye partially closed now.
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.
Extended sig
The husky walks over to it, sitting in front of it and barking.
the kitten turns into a big puff ball and starts hissing
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues