*I know Arch has some characters he wants to introduce here when he gets back. Also he shared with me his books where some of his other characters came from. Might make a couple of characters using that.*
*I know Arch has some characters he wants to introduce here when he gets back. Also he shared with me his books where some of his other characters came from. Might make a couple of characters using that.*
*Cool, but the thread has to survive to the 18th for that to happen, and that this rate, I doubt that it will.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
*I know Arch has some characters he wants to introduce here when he gets back. Also he shared with me his books where some of his other characters came from. Might make a couple of characters using that.*
*Cool, but the thread has to survive to the 18th for that to happen, and that this rate, I doubt that it will.*
*I know Arch has some characters he wants to introduce here when he gets back. Also he shared with me his books where some of his other characters came from. Might make a couple of characters using that.*
*Cool, but the thread has to survive to the 18th for that to happen, and that this rate, I doubt that it will.*
*I guess we will see.*
*Indeed we will, let's see how things go.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
DIO, who was reading a book midair watches this scene, his signature smug grin getting larger “What happened to you?” He seems to be mocking Ragnaris
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
DIO, who was reading a book midair watches this scene, his signature smug grin getting larger “What happened to you?” He seems to be mocking Ragnaris
Ragnaris, still gasping for breath, growls and ignores Dio. He begins to use his claws to drag himself across the ground to the edge of the Dome.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
"Here, let me speed that up." Coronet says as she places one of her claws on his shoulders and in a deep primordial voice speaks out a single word from the language of creation, casting Power Word: Heal. He regains all of his hit points.
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
DIO, who was reading a book midair watches this scene, his signature smug grin getting larger “What happened to you?” He seems to be mocking Ragnaris
Ragnaris, still gasping for breath, growls and ignores Dio. He begins to use his claws to drag himself across the ground to the edge of the Dome.
“You don’t seem very alright. If I were a doctor, I’d say at least one of your lungs are collapsed, if not both. You should probably get that fixed.” He keeps his mocking tone
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
"Here, let me speed that up." Coronet says as she places one of her claws on his shoulders and in a deep primordial voice speaks out a single word from the language of creation, casting Power Word: Heal. He regains all of his hit points.
Ragnaris gasps as his lungs begin to function normally again. He rises to his usual gargantuan height, then uses his long neck to survey the rest of his body, looking mostly at his previously cracked and broken scales and shredded wings. He then turns to look at his tail, which had been bent at a strange angle when he crash-landed.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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."
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
"Here, let me speed that up." Coronet says as she places one of her claws on his shoulders and in a deep primordial voice speaks out a single word from the language of creation, casting Power Word: Heal. He regains all of his hit points.
Ragnaris gasps as his lungs begin to function normally again. He rises to his usual gargantuan height, then uses his long neck to survey the rest of his body, looking mostly at his previously cracked and broken scales and shredded wings. He then turns to look at his tail, which had been bent at a strange angle when he crash-landed.
"Well, now that you no longer look like you were run over by several trains, wanna tell me what the heck [gp]ed you up?" Coronet asks curiously. "The Wretched Warlock of the Archcrone doesn't typically look like they were put through the shredder."
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
"Here, let me speed that up." Coronet says as she places one of her claws on his shoulders and in a deep primordial voice speaks out a single word from the language of creation, casting Power Word: Heal. He regains all of his hit points.
Ragnaris gasps as his lungs begin to function normally again. He rises to his usual gargantuan height, then uses his long neck to survey the rest of his body, looking mostly at his previously cracked and broken scales and shredded wings. He then turns to look at his tail, which had been bent at a strange angle when he crash-landed.
"Well, now that you no longer look like you were run over by several trains, wanna tell me what the heck [gp]ed you up?" Coronet asks curiously. "The Wretched Warlock of the Archcrone doesn't typically look like they were put through the shredder."
Ragnaris looks at Coronet with hollow eyes. After a second he shakes his head, and the light seems to return to them. "Thank you, Coronet. I deeply appreciate you healing me. I fear even my magic may not have been enough to fix my state. Now, onto your question. I had a run-in with a young dragon in a large valley surrounded by mountains. They were quite prideful it seems, because they attacked me. Just after I obliterated the youngling, I was met by an entire thunder of much older, much more powerful dragons. The young one seemed to have belonged to their group, and they were not in the least pleased with me. I could have fended them off easily enough, had my magic worked. For some odd reason, none of my spells seemed to affect them." He shudders, then turns to gaze up at the swirling blackness of the dome above them. "I haven't feared for my life like that since before I was that youngling's age. I- I fear next time something like that happens, I may not survive."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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."
*Good, just about to go play ping pong, you?*
*Doing well. Cleaning up the OP for the FATE thread*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
*Sounds good, it’ll be an experience taking part. Don’t know who I’ll be, maybe Beowulf.*
*Bump. Bonk. Boink. Bink.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
*Again*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
*I know Arch has some characters he wants to introduce here when he gets back. Also he shared with me his books where some of his other characters came from. Might make a couple of characters using that.*
*Cool, but the thread has to survive to the 18th for that to happen, and that this rate, I doubt that it will.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
*I guess we will see.*
*Indeed we will, let's see how things go.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
Ragnaris, who had left the Dome about three weeks ago without saying anything to anyone, suddenly bursts through the shadowy blackness surrounding the place many fighters call home for now. He crashes into the ground, carving a rut in the ground for about 100 feet before stopping. Fiery blood leaks from between multiple of his crimson-red scales, and many on his right side are cracked and broken. His massive wings are almost torn to shreds, and one of his house sized eyes are swollen shut. His breaths come shallow and raspy.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
DIO, who was reading a book midair watches this scene, his signature smug grin getting larger “What happened to you?” He seems to be mocking Ragnaris
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Ragnaris, still gasping for breath, growls and ignores Dio. He begins to use his claws to drag himself across the ground to the edge of the Dome.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
"Well now, that was quite the ungraceful landing for the Great Ragnaris" Coronet says as she lands nearby. "What happened to you deary?"
Ragnaris attempts to speak, but instead belches up a combination of fire, poison, and blood, which splashes to the ground in front of him. He growls, then closes his eyes. His wounds begin to heal, although quite slowly.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
"Here, let me speed that up." Coronet says as she places one of her claws on his shoulders and in a deep primordial voice speaks out a single word from the language of creation, casting Power Word: Heal. He regains all of his hit points.
“You don’t seem very alright. If I were a doctor, I’d say at least one of your lungs are collapsed, if not both. You should probably get that fixed.” He keeps his mocking tone
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Ragnaris gasps as his lungs begin to function normally again. He rises to his usual gargantuan height, then uses his long neck to survey the rest of his body, looking mostly at his previously cracked and broken scales and shredded wings. He then turns to look at his tail, which had been bent at a strange angle when he crash-landed.
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!
"Well, now that you no longer look like you were run over by several trains, wanna tell me what the heck [gp]ed you up?" Coronet asks curiously. "The Wretched Warlock of the Archcrone doesn't typically look like they were put through the shredder."
Ragnaris looks at Coronet with hollow eyes. After a second he shakes his head, and the light seems to return to them. "Thank you, Coronet. I deeply appreciate you healing me. I fear even my magic may not have been enough to fix my state. Now, onto your question. I had a run-in with a young dragon in a large valley surrounded by mountains. They were quite prideful it seems, because they attacked me. Just after I obliterated the youngling, I was met by an entire thunder of much older, much more powerful dragons. The young one seemed to have belonged to their group, and they were not in the least pleased with me. I could have fended them off easily enough, had my magic worked. For some odd reason, none of my spells seemed to affect them." He shudders, then turns to gaze up at the swirling blackness of the dome above them. "I haven't feared for my life like that since before I was that youngling's age. I- I fear next time something like that happens, I may not survive."
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!