Ettelia is a few thousand feet down in the pit of Asmodeus, throwing around some power word pains on prisoners.
Ragnaris changes his flight path, angling himself down towards her.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
She seems a bit confused as she doesn’t realize it’s them first, preparing to cast a spell, but upon seeing them she stops and calms down, waving happily.
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
”wait, didn’t your son die?… oh no, did he go to Hell? And uh, what is it?”
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
”wait, didn’t your son die?… oh no, did he go to Hell? And uh, what is it?”
“Oh he didn’t go to hell, and we’ll talk about it in private.” He says reassuringly.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
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.
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
”wait, didn’t your son die?… oh no, did he go to Hell? And uh, what is it?”
“Oh he didn’t go to hell, and we’ll talk about it in private.” He says reassuringly.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
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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.
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
”wait, didn’t your son die?… oh no, did he go to Hell? And uh, what is it?”
“Oh he didn’t go to hell, and we’ll talk about it in private.” He says reassuringly.
“Alright, that’s good… so, where have ya been?”
“I still am a prisoner, and have a job to do. I was exploring the hells too.”
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
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.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
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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.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”
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Ettelia is a few thousand feet down in the pit of Asmodeus, throwing around some power word pains on prisoners.
She sees an embarrassed and blushing Ragnerious and his grandfather flying over to her, their wings beating rhythmically against the air.
Ragnaris changes his flight path, angling himself down towards her.
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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She seems a bit confused as she doesn’t realize it’s them first, preparing to cast a spell, but upon seeing them she stops and calms down, waving happily.
When Rag gets close he slows down, flapping his wings slower and slower until he hits the ground, walking to the side so Ragnaris can land too.
Ettelia walks up to rag, floating up to hug him and kissing him on the cheek. She backs away a few feet.
“Ragnerious! How are you?”
He returns the kiss and hug, blushing a bit, the color of his red scales “I’m doing fine Ettelia, had a talk with my son, speaking of which I need to talk to you about something later.” He says a bit shyly.
”wait, didn’t your son die?… oh no, did he go to Hell? And uh, what is it?”
“Oh he didn’t go to hell, and we’ll talk about it in private.” He says reassuringly.
Ragnaris is standing in the background, watching their conversation and smiling fondly. He is back in the form of an elderly dragonborn, leaning on his axe-cane once more. He waves his hand, and a large platter of cookies appears next to Ettelia. He asks her, "Would you like a cookie?"
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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“Alright, that’s good… so, where have ya been?”
She seems a bit surprised, taking one, and thanking him, smiling cheerfully. An imprisoned Erinyes, one from a court trial that Ragnerious had seen earlier, is screaming in agony from the power word pain.
Ragnaris furrows his brow, glancing in the prisoner's direction. He rolls his eyes, then causes a spectral hand to clamp down on their throat to get them to shut up.
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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“I still am a prisoner, and have a job to do. I was exploring the hells too.”
The spell somehow malfunctions, fizzling out. Ettelia watches, then turns back to Ragnaris.
”spells, uh, can only be cast from the outside into cells by me, Abaddon, and a few hundred of the torturers that work for me. Convenient when it comes to prison breaks.” She casts a spell that seems to draw out the voice of the Erinyes from their body, leaving them unable to speak or make noise. (Imagine like Viren’s spell)
"Ah. Very... handy indeed.", he says, grimacing as flashbacks of the antimagic field inside of the cage while he was falling into the pit play through his head.
(Perfect reference.)
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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“Anyways, uh, how have you been, Ragnaris?”
Rag is just twirling his thumbs behind his girlfriend.
"I am very well, Ettelia. Thank you for asking. How habe you been, my dear? Has Ragnerious been acting a fool any?"
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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“I’ve been quite alright, and Ragnerious has actually been quite lovely.”