A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
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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 flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
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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.
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits in a chair in Abadon’s office, sipping tea from a very fancy teacup. He’s definitely not supposed to be there, as Abadon doesn’t recognize him. He has crimson red eyes, with hair of the same color. He wears a black fedora with a red hat band, a white button-up shirt under a grey vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and black slacks. He has a pair of black gloves with odd red symbols on them
Abaddon enters his office, sees him, sighs, exits the office, punches a wall, enters the office again, and calmly sits at his desk. “Hello.. do you have an appointment?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.” He takes another sip “You seem to be quite use to this sort of thing.”
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
Ragnaris flies through the inky blackness that is the border of the Dome, landing with a thunderous boom and causing a small tremor. In between his teeth can be seen an entire wagon filled to the brim with rare weapons, armor, and magic items. He gently sets it on the ground, then lays down next to it. He does not seem to have sustained any injuries unlike the last time he returned except for a scratch the size of a large human across one of his facial scales.
Ragnaris sees a little husky at the wagon, suddenly. It picks up a flame tongue short sword in its mouth and begins walking away. (This husky being Lonely’s pet dog Alacreus)
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
Ragnaris chuckles at Lonely’s statement, then says out loud, "Hello, Alacreus. I would to race you. It will give me a chance to stretch my wings some more." He then turns to Lonely and says "Would you like to hop on my back so you can stay close to Alacreus?"
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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.
“My gods, I need to get better security… what do you want?”
*Anybody want to rp, I can fight, but not with many characters, still need my computer for that.*
“Well you’re going to need new ones soon, considering their current status. Anyways, you’re in charge of the souls of sinners or something along those lines, correct?”
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Yes, I judge the souls of those who commit the most heinous crimes and determine if they are innocent or guilty, and their punishment.”
“Perfect! I want my wife’s soul back.”
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Gods- (all of the swears here) damn it! I have like, three assistants you could have had this conversation with… what is the name of your wife, I’ll grab her file.”
“I rather take it straight to the big man himself. Her name is Lillian Riccobono.”
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
He turns around and, assuming she is in fact dead, produces her file from a cabinet. He lays it on his desk and starts reading through it. It includes every important detail about her life.
Ragnaris raises a scaled eyebrow at the sight of tiny dog picking up such a rare weapon and simply walking away with it, and begins to chuckle thunderously. He bends his massive neck down to put his house-sized eyes level with the dog, and asks "What do you have there, my furry friend?"
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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It sets down the weapon and barks happily at Ragnaris, tail wagging. Lonely, hiding behind a rock, is chuckling at the interaction.
Ragnaris attempts to pet the dog with one of his talons, but quickly realizes he is too big. Instead, he uses his mind to project the action of being pet onto the dog. He then reaches out with a small tendril of thought to the dog's mind and asks "What is your name, little one?" At the same time, he senses Lonely’s presence due to their weight shifting across the ground (OOC: tremorsense) and sends out another tendril of thought that says "Hello, Lonely. It is good to see you again. Well, feel your presence, to be more accurate."
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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Ignoring mundane details about her life, she was the daughter of a prominent mob boss, met the man in his office at 14, helped him rise through the ranks of the crime family, eventually marrying him, she worked as his consigliere when he became the boss of the family. she accrued quite the reputation and criminal record. 374 counts of extortion, 632 counts of racketeering, 214 counts of larceny 418 counts of conspiracy to murder and more, most of which were committed though the use of magic and other supernatural abilities. 3 years, 139 days, 15 hours and 27 minutes from today, she became incredibly sick. 3 months later, she died
The man smiles “Quite impressive, isn’t it? She was terrifying.”
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
It barks, and in its mind, that roughly translates to, Alacreus! Wanna race?!
Lonely seems a bit surprised to be contacted by Ragnaris. Oh, hi! He-heh… me and my dog were playing fetch and I think he mistook that sword for the stick..
“Very impressive, indeed! Unfortunately, you won’t be having her back.” Abaddon smiles, taking off his tiny pair of reading glasses.
The handle of his teacup snaps off, the cup falling to the ground, shattering “Excuse me?” He somehow maintains a polite smile, but it doesn’t seem sincere
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“You heard me. She’s staying here. Did you- ha-ha-… did you think we’d seriously let her just… leave?”
“No, not fully. But a small part of me was hoping that you would.” He leans forward “What do I have to do to get her back? If the answer is killing you, then so be it.”
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Mmm… well, you could pay, but that much money would probably take selling your soul to Mammon. Or you could offer to take her sentence. Killing me… won’t be an option.”
Ragnaris chuckles at Lonely’s statement, then says out loud, "Hello, Alacreus. I would to race you. It will give me a chance to stretch my wings some more." He then turns to Lonely and says "Would you like to hop on my back so you can stay close to Alacreus?"
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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