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.
The crow is incinerated.
The scarecrow jerks his head towards the plume of flame roiling towards him and his flock. He sweeps his gangly arms wide, tattered rags flapping in the wind, and conjures a whirlwind out of the air. The twister swallows the fire blast hungrily, transforming into a towering pillar of flame. The crows scream and caw as the scarecrow stands with outstretched arms before the spiraling column of blazing inferno.
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.
The crow is incinerated.
The scarecrow jerks his head towards the plume of flame roiling towards him and his flock. He sweeps his gangly arms wide, tattered rags flapping in the wind, and conjures a whirlwind out of the air. The twister swallows the fire blast hungrily, transforming into a towering pillar of flame. The crows scream and caw as the scarecrow stands with outstretched arms before the spiraling column of blazing inferno.
Ragnaris shuts off the flame by closing his huge jaws, then looks down at the scarecrow. "Who are you, newcomer?"
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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.
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.
The crow is incinerated.
The scarecrow jerks his head towards the plume of flame roiling towards him and his flock. He sweeps his gangly arms wide, tattered rags flapping in the wind, and conjures a whirlwind out of the air. The twister swallows the fire blast hungrily, transforming into a towering pillar of flame. The crows scream and caw as the scarecrow stands with outstretched arms before the spiraling column of blazing inferno.
Ragnaris shuts off the flame by closing his huge jaws, then looks down at the scarecrow. "Who are you, newcomer?"
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
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.
The crow is incinerated.
The scarecrow jerks his head towards the plume of flame roiling towards him and his flock. He sweeps his gangly arms wide, tattered rags flapping in the wind, and conjures a whirlwind out of the air. The twister swallows the fire blast hungrily, transforming into a towering pillar of flame. The crows scream and caw as the scarecrow stands with outstretched arms before the spiraling column of blazing inferno.
Ragnaris shuts off the flame by closing his huge jaws, then looks down at the scarecrow. "Who are you, newcomer?"
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
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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.
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
With tender gloved fingers, Hod pushes aside the straw to reveal one of the most wretched creatures you have ever seen. It quivers and quakes with every agonizing breath, and you realize that it is the tiny featherless body of a bird, skin licked black by flames.
"Where are we?" asks Hod, still gazing down at the heat ravaged rook.
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
With tender gloved fingers, Hod pushes aside the straw to reveal one of the most wretched creatures you have ever seen. It quivers and quakes with every agonizing breath, and you realize that it is the tiny featherless body of a bird, skin licked black by flames.
"Where are we?" asks Hod, still gazing down at the heat ravaged rook.
Ragnaris ignores the bird, having seen MUCH worse things before... much, MUCH worse... "We are in a place called the Dome. No one knows how it got here, but it just appeared. I myself was flying about a mile from here when I felt a presence pulling at my mind. When I followed it, I found myself here."
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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.
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
With tender gloved fingers, Hod pushes aside the straw to reveal one of the most wretched creatures you have ever seen. It quivers and quakes with every agonizing breath, and you realize that it is the tiny featherless body of a bird, skin licked black by flames.
"Where are we?" asks Hod, still gazing down at the heat ravaged rook.
Ragnaris ignores the bird, having seen MUCH worse things before... much, MUCH worse... "We are in a place called the Dome. No one knows how it got here, but it just appeared. I myself was flying about a mile from here when I felt a presence pulling at my mind. When I followed it, I found myself here."
The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
With tender gloved fingers, Hod pushes aside the straw to reveal one of the most wretched creatures you have ever seen. It quivers and quakes with every agonizing breath, and you realize that it is the tiny featherless body of a bird, skin licked black by flames.
"Where are we?" asks Hod, still gazing down at the heat ravaged rook.
Ragnaris ignores the bird, having seen MUCH worse things before... much, MUCH worse... "We are in a place called the Dome. No one knows how it got here, but it just appeared. I myself was flying about a mile from here when I felt a presence pulling at my mind. When I followed it, I found myself here."
The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. I am a warlock under the service of the Archcrone, and my purpose is to bring about chaos and destruction wherever I may roam."
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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.
The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. I am a warlock under the service of the Archcrone, and my purpose is to bring about chaos and destruction wherever I may roam."
"The Archcrone? ain't never heard of her." His voice and speech patterns change strangely as he talks. "Alas, I too spread destruction wherever I may go, for that is my nature but not my desire."
The crow shakely rises to its feet. Patches of soot black feathers have sprouted across its bald body.
The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. I am a warlock under the service of the Archcrone, and my purpose is to bring about chaos and destruction wherever I may roam."
"The Archcrone? ain't never heard of her." His voice and speech patterns change strangely as he talks. "Alas, I too spread destruction wherever I may go, for that is my nature but not my desire."
The crow shakely rises to its feet. Patches of soot black feathers have sprouted across its bald body.
"The Archcrone is a they. And yes, not many have heard of them before. However, while your desire isn't to spread destruction, I crave the screams of those I burn with my flames. They are music to my ears."
(Night Dark! Sorry to cut this interaction short, but I gotta get some sleep.)
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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.
The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. I am a warlock under the service of the Archcrone, and my purpose is to bring about chaos and destruction wherever I may roam."
"The Archcrone? Ain't never heard of her." His voice and speech patterns change strangely as he talks. "Alas, I too spread destruction wherever I may go, for that is my nature but not my desire."
The crow shakely rises to its feet. Patches of soot black feathers have sprouted across its bald body.
"The Archcrone is a they. And yes, not many have heard of them before. However, while your desire isn't to spread destruction, I crave the screams of those I burn with my flames. They are music to my ears."
(Night Dark! Sorry to cut this interaction short, but I gotta get some sleep.)
*See you around. I'll be doing the same shortly.*
He's silent for a moment. Then he raises his hand with the crow perched on it. Midnight feathers spread across its body like ink and it lets out a coarse caw. "What's dead can't die. The starved still sigh. My birds can't cry. So now they fly." The crow then beats its wings and rises into the air.
Hod tips his hat to you, sticks his hands deep into his pocket, and wanders away. The flock of crows pinwheel above him.
It jumps back and barks again, digging its claws into the ground.
the kitten growls and bares its teeth
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Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Alacreus barks again, ready to pounce.
The crow is incinerated.
The scarecrow jerks his head towards the plume of flame roiling towards him and his flock. He sweeps his gangly arms wide, tattered rags flapping in the wind, and conjures a whirlwind out of the air. The twister swallows the fire blast hungrily, transforming into a towering pillar of flame. The crows scream and caw as the scarecrow stands with outstretched arms before the spiraling column of blazing inferno.
*Its good, later.*
Ragnaris shuts off the flame by closing his huge jaws, then looks down at the scarecrow. "Who are you, newcomer?"
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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the kitten lashes out epically missing
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
The scarecrow removes his straw hat and looks up at Ragnaris for a moment. He speaks through a line of stitching where a mouth should open in a parched voice, "I'm the Hodmedod, but you may call me Hod."
He turns his black button eyes down towards his hat which is filled with straw. You notice a small wisp of smoke snake into the air from the hat and the straw twitches slightly. "You burned one of my birds."
"Hello, Hod. And yes, I realize that. However, it hit my eye first, so it was only deserved."
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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With tender gloved fingers, Hod pushes aside the straw to reveal one of the most wretched creatures you have ever seen. It quivers and quakes with every agonizing breath, and you realize that it is the tiny featherless body of a bird, skin licked black by flames.
"Where are we?" asks Hod, still gazing down at the heat ravaged rook.
Ragnaris ignores the bird, having seen MUCH worse things before... much, MUCH worse... "We are in a place called the Dome. No one knows how it got here, but it just appeared. I myself was flying about a mile from here when I felt a presence pulling at my mind. When I followed it, I found myself here."
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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The scarecrow lifts the scorched bird out of the straw. It seems to have grown some and recovered some of its strength. Enough to lift its beaked head from Hod's hand.
"Hmm, not the oddest place I've been swept into." He then looks back up at you, cradling the bird in his hand, "Who are you?"
*I wonder if it would be completely insane to bring a level 20 martial in here?*
*I guess it would be if I wanted them to survive.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*John Dungeon is only level 20, no homebrew, nothing special. He could use someone at his level to buddy up with.*
*Well then, I'll start on my character sheet!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am Ragnaris the Wretched, Bringer of Flames and Rubble. I am a warlock under the service of the Archcrone, and my purpose is to bring about chaos and destruction wherever I may roam."
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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"The Archcrone? ain't never heard of her." His voice and speech patterns change strangely as he talks. "Alas, I too spread destruction wherever I may go, for that is my nature but not my desire."
The crow shakely rises to its feet. Patches of soot black feathers have sprouted across its bald body.
"The Archcrone is a they. And yes, not many have heard of them before. However, while your desire isn't to spread destruction, I crave the screams of those I burn with my flames. They are music to my ears."
(Night Dark! Sorry to cut this interaction short, but I gotta get some sleep.)
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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*See you around. I'll be doing the same shortly.*
He's silent for a moment. Then he raises his hand with the crow perched on it. Midnight feathers spread across its body like ink and it lets out a coarse caw. "What's dead can't die. The starved still sigh. My birds can't cry. So now they fly." The crow then beats its wings and rises into the air.
Hod tips his hat to you, sticks his hands deep into his pocket, and wanders away. The flock of crows pinwheel above him.
*well hello!*