He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, “All lights have darkness, and all truth hides a few secrets.” He says, making sure to leave things as vague as he can while still keeping his charismatic demeanor.
“I suppose you are right… what is your name, stranger?”
“It is only fair that I tell you. I’m Eithan, and what might your name be, fine madam?”
“You may call me Lady Lovelace. That’s what my former audiences called me. Of course, they’re long gone, but I like the name.”
*I have an idea for a character, but I want to hear your opinions on the main gimmick. Said gimmick is reverse having a reversed AC and DC. Instead of rolling above or at a certain number, you want to roll below or at a certain number. Nat 20s would be an automatic failure, and Nat 1s would be an automatic success*
*I love that idea! It reminds me somewhat of a monster I found, the Bake-Kujira, which had reverse health.*
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
Stigmata is dancing through the woods, singing. Lesser warriors that attack him usually end up in festering chunks after he touches them, their very souls rupturing as their Dark Energy is ripped out. Those who survive find no reason to fight, and are usually killed by the other combatants.
"Can't you see the heavens are falling, falling down! And they bleed, the angels all crawling, crawling, out! I don't care, if it hurts, I don't care! Go down with the world, when it burns, that don't scare me! And I'll hear, the prayers to God then, God then, When the sky falls down!"
Someone follows Stigmata throughout the forest, waltzing through the trees above, always staying a bit away from Stigmata. Their form is hard to make out, but it seems they are smoking a cigar, and they have very long, wild hair, as well as bright orange eyes.
”sing it for me, baby, singin’ me to sleep…”
He laughs joyously as eyes of all kinds begin to open over all the trees, looking around and quivering before disappearing back into the wood.
"I'm done with waiting For chances to make this end! No one can stop me! Society is breaking, Their peace, all along, pretend! Don't run, you can't leave..."
The last long has a whispery quality and a hint of fear to it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hello, un-friend. My name is Stigmata! What's yours?" He sits on the alter's lap like an overgrown child.
They smile brightly, grinning an unnatural amount, tilting his head slightly “Unfriend? Nice to meet you too, Stigmata. My name? Irelious.”
"Well, you're the opposite of my first friend here, so you're an un-friend! So, I was wondering..." He wraps an arm around Irelious and leans against him, then puts on a mock-serious tone. "What would you say it is you do here?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have an idea for a character, but I want to hear your opinions on the main gimmick. Said gimmick is reverse having a reversed AC and DC. Instead of rolling above or at a certain number, you want to roll below or at a certain number. Nat 20s would be an automatic failure, and Nat 1s would be an automatic success*
*I love that idea! It reminds me somewhat of a monster I found, the Bake-Kujira, which had reverse health.*
*I have the same book!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hello, un-friend. My name is Stigmata! What's yours?" He sits on the alter's lap like an overgrown child.
They smile brightly, grinning an unnatural amount, tilting his head slightly “Unfriend? Nice to meet you too, Stigmata. My name? Irelious.”
"Well, you're the opposite of my first friend here, so you're an un-friend! So, I was wondering..." He wraps an arm around Irelious and leans against him, then puts on a mock-serious tone. "What would you say it is you do here?"
“I am… I wouldn’t say everything wrong with Eithan, because that isn’t true. I am what keeps him balanced, without me, he’s broken, I’m the dark necessities he has, when morals get in the way of a job that must be done.” They say honestly, patting their head softly.
"Well, you're the opposite of my first friend here, so you're an un-friend! So, I was wondering..." He wraps an arm around Irelious and leans against him, then puts on a mock-serious tone. "What would you say it is you do here?"
“I am… I wouldn’t say everything wrong with Eithan, because that isn’t true. I am what keeps him balanced, without me, he’s broken, I’m the dark necessities he has, when morals get in the way of a job that must be done.” They say honestly, patting their head softly.
"Could I eat you when you die?" He asks, not even considering how out-of-pocket that sounds. "Cause you're really cool."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Stigmata is dancing through the woods, singing. Lesser warriors that attack him usually end up in festering chunks after he touches them, their very souls rupturing as their Dark Energy is ripped out. Those who survive find no reason to fight, and are usually killed by the other combatants.
"Can't you see the heavens are falling, falling down! And they bleed, the angels all crawling, crawling, out! I don't care, if it hurts, I don't care! Go down with the world, when it burns, that don't scare me! And I'll hear, the prayers to God then, God then, When the sky falls down!"
Someone follows Stigmata throughout the forest, waltzing through the trees above, always staying a bit away from Stigmata. Their form is hard to make out, but it seems they are smoking a cigar, and they have very long, wild hair, as well as bright orange eyes.
”sing it for me, baby, singin’ me to sleep…”
He laughs joyously as eyes of all kinds begin to open over all the trees, looking around and quivering before disappearing back into the wood.
"I'm done with waiting For chances to make this end! No one can stop me! Society is breaking, Their peace, all along, pretend! Don't run, you can't leave..."
The last long has a whispery quality and a hint of fear to it.
“One for the memory, two for the pain,”
The figure chuckles with him, breathing out a cloud of smoke from their cigar. They’re getting closer, seeming just as joyous as Stigmata himself.
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
"Well, you're the opposite of my first friend here, so you're an un-friend! So, I was wondering..." He wraps an arm around Irelious and leans against him, then puts on a mock-serious tone. "What would you say it is you do here?"
“I am… I wouldn’t say everything wrong with Eithan, because that isn’t true. I am what keeps him balanced, without me, he’s broken, I’m the dark necessities he has, when morals get in the way of a job that must be done.” They say honestly, patting their head softly.
"Could I eat you when you die?" He asks, not even considering how out-of-pocket that sounds. "Cause you're really cool."
“If my corpse isn’t destroyed beyond the option of consumption, and if I am going to remain dead, you can do what you would like. Thank you, Stigmata. Do you know where I could find some bottles?”
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
He laughs joyously as eyes of all kinds begin to open over all the trees, looking around and quivering before disappearing back into the wood.
"I'm done with waiting For chances to make this end! No one can stop me! Society is breaking, Their peace, all along, pretend! Don't run, you can't leave..."
The last long has a whispery quality and a hint of fear to it.
“One for the memory, two for the pain,”
The figure chuckles with him, breathing out a cloud of smoke from their cigar. They’re getting closer, seeming just as joyous as Stigmata himself.
"Why do I drive you mad? I promise I’m not so bad Just look at the fun we’ve had! Our bond is ironclad! Don’t be sad!"
He stops running, dancing in a small clearing instead, letting them get close.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Could I eat you when you die?" He asks, not even considering how out-of-pocket that sounds. "Cause you're really cool."
“If my corpse isn’t destroyed beyond the option of consumption, and if I am going to remain dead, you can do what you would like. Thank you, Stigmata. Do you know where I could find some bottles?”
"I'm sorry, no. I just got here like 30 minutes ago. Oh, and I didn't mean eating your body. You've got a lot of Dark Energy, and I'd like to memorize your signature. You know, a lot of warriors here bring flasks if you don't care about where the bottles come from."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs joyously as eyes of all kinds begin to open over all the trees, looking around and quivering before disappearing back into the wood.
"I'm done with waiting For chances to make this end! No one can stop me! Society is breaking, Their peace, all along, pretend! Don't run, you can't leave..."
The last long has a whispery quality and a hint of fear to it.
“One for the memory, two for the pain,”
The figure chuckles with him, breathing out a cloud of smoke from their cigar. They’re getting closer, seeming just as joyous as Stigmata himself.
"Why do I drive you mad? I promise I’m not so bad Just look at the fun we’ve had! Our bond is ironclad! Don’t be sad!"
He stops running, dancing in a small clearing instead, letting them get close.
They leap down from the trees at the edge of the clearing. It’s a pale human of indeterminate age with a long, tangled mess of black hair and tired, sleepy eyes. A satchel is at their side, and they wear a brown vest over a white, buttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves. The cigar they smoke burns a strangely vibrant sort of orange, and the smoke is a smoggy green.
"Could I eat you when you die?" He asks, not even considering how out-of-pocket that sounds. "Cause you're really cool."
“If my corpse isn’t destroyed beyond the option of consumption, and if I am going to remain dead, you can do what you would like. Thank you, Stigmata. Do you know where I could find some bottles?”
"I'm sorry, no. I just got here like 30 minutes ago. Oh, and I didn't mean eating your body. You've got a lot of Dark Energy, and I'd like to memorize your signature. You know, a lot of warriors here bring flasks if you don't care about where the bottles come from."
“I don’t, and Eithan wouldn’t either. You can entirely consume all of the dark energy you can get, as you said, we have a lot of it. I hope you find all that you take filling enough to you.”
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
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 beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
*Escanor? Is that you my goat?*
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“You may call me Lady Lovelace. That’s what my former audiences called me. Of course, they’re long gone, but I like the name.”
*I love that idea! It reminds me somewhat of a monster I found, the Bake-Kujira, which had reverse health.*
*Cut for Arch.*
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
He laughs joyously as eyes of all kinds begin to open over all the trees, looking around and quivering before disappearing back into the wood.
"I'm done with waiting
For chances to make this end!
No one can stop me!
Society is breaking,
Their peace, all along, pretend!
Don't run, you can't leave..."
The last long has a whispery quality and a hint of fear to it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, you're the opposite of my first friend here, so you're an un-friend! So, I was wondering..." He wraps an arm around Irelious and leans against him, then puts on a mock-serious tone. "What would you say it is you do here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have the same book!*
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… I wouldn’t say everything wrong with Eithan, because that isn’t true. I am what keeps him balanced, without me, he’s broken, I’m the dark necessities he has, when morals get in the way of a job that must be done.” They say honestly, patting their head softly.
"Could I eat you when you die?" He asks, not even considering how out-of-pocket that sounds. "Cause you're really cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“One for the memory, two for the pain,”
The figure chuckles with him, breathing out a cloud of smoke from their cigar. They’re getting closer, seeming just as joyous as Stigmata himself.
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“If my corpse isn’t destroyed beyond the option of consumption, and if I am going to remain dead, you can do what you would like. Thank you, Stigmata. Do you know where I could find some bottles?”
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
"Why do I drive you mad?
I promise I’m not so bad
Just look at the fun we’ve had!
Our bond is ironclad!
Don’t be sad!"
He stops running, dancing in a small clearing instead, letting them get close.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sorry, no. I just got here like 30 minutes ago. Oh, and I didn't mean eating your body. You've got a lot of Dark Energy, and I'd like to memorize your signature. You know, a lot of warriors here bring flasks if you don't care about where the bottles come from."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They leap down from the trees at the edge of the clearing. It’s a pale human of indeterminate age with a long, tangled mess of black hair and tired, sleepy eyes. A satchel is at their side, and they wear a brown vest over a white, buttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves. The cigar they smoke burns a strangely vibrant sort of orange, and the smoke is a smoggy green.
”what a show!” They say, clapping.
“I don’t, and Eithan wouldn’t either. You can entirely consume all of the dark energy you can get, as you said, we have a lot of it. I hope you find all that you take filling enough to you.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES!
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
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 looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
*Escanor? Is that you my goat?*