*Hello Arch, jsyk, Eithan didn't want to kill Lady Lovelace. Also how are you?*
*i’m wonderful! I’m also scheming plots related to Abaddon, Rag and Ragnaris, so that’s fun, isn’t it?*
*Fun isn't the word I would immediately use, but it does certainly sound interesting, that I will have to say. Happy you are doing wonderful.*
*it’s also going to involve the Mother of Puppets, my new character, who might start all of the conflict!*
*anyways, how art thou?*
*I am well enough, I want to rp here, but I'm decently sure no one else would want to, so I wait, thinking of characters I may want to make.*
*well, I’d absolutely lobe to roleplay!*
*Oh, you would? Do you want someone or someones specific to rp with?*
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Darling, I have made a monster with 4k HP. Now I need to give him actual attacks.*
*I'm thinking he can sacrifice a body to apply its debuffs to each target within a short range as the body explodes.*
*oooohohooo, I like that a lot. Would that attack also deal damage?*
*Quite possibly, my friend. I'm thinking of limiting it to a number of times per fight, like 2-4.*
*alright. How else would they deal damage? I’m assuming they might have another, more regular attack?*
*what if the bodies have an aura that passively can do damage? And the more of them are within your vicinity, the more damage it does? Maybe not, just an idea!*
*Darling, I have made a monster with 4k HP. Now I need to give him actual attacks.*
*I'm thinking he can sacrifice a body to apply its debuffs to each target within a short range as the body explodes.*
*oooohohooo, I like that a lot. Would that attack also deal damage?*
*Quite possibly, my friend. I'm thinking of limiting it to a number of times per fight, like 2-4.*
*alright. How else would they deal damage? I’m assuming they might have another, more regular attack?*
*what if the bodies have an aura that passively can do damage? And the more of them are within your vicinity, the more damage it does? Maybe not, just an idea!*
*Yeah, I want them to be able to do that "Soul Rupture" thing Stig was doing earlier.*
*Hmmm... that would make some sense, but given that we're doing Theater of the Mind it would basically be inescapable.*
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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.
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Darling, I have made a monster with 4k HP. Now I need to give him actual attacks.*
*I'm thinking he can sacrifice a body to apply its debuffs to each target within a short range as the body explodes.*
*oooohohooo, I like that a lot. Would that attack also deal damage?*
*Quite possibly, my friend. I'm thinking of limiting it to a number of times per fight, like 2-4.*
*alright. How else would they deal damage? I’m assuming they might have another, more regular attack?*
*what if the bodies have an aura that passively can do damage? And the more of them are within your vicinity, the more damage it does? Maybe not, just an idea!*
*Yeah, I want them to be able to do that "Soul Rupture" thing Stig was doing earlier.*
*Hmmm... that would make some sense, but given that we're doing Theater of the Mind it would basically be inescapable.*
*well, maybe it just has a ludicrously short range, so anyone could move out of melee range to escape it, which is easier to keep track of with theater of the mind, whether you’re close enough for melee or not.*
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
*Yeah, I want them to be able to do that "Soul Rupture" thing Stig was doing earlier.*
*Hmmm... that would make some sense, but given that we're doing Theater of the Mind it would basically be inescapable.*
*well, maybe it just has a ludicrously short range, so anyone could move out of melee range to escape it, which is easier to keep track of with theater of the mind, whether you’re close enough for melee or not.*
*That's a good idea. I like 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.
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
He sighs as he wakes up, looking over to them, his eyes slitting like that of a cat as smoke of his own seems to billow out of his nose, he doesn't yet reach for his axe, sighing "Please tell me you aren't here to fight, or cause trouble that would get me in trouble."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
He sighs as he wakes up, looking over to them, his eyes slitting like that of a cat as smoke of his own seems to billow out of his nose, he doesn't yet reach for his axe, sighing "Please tell me you aren't here to fight, or cause trouble that would get me in trouble."
“Well, that entirely depends if you let your boss know that I’m here, darling!” He chuckles, grinning. “Your name is Ragnerious, right?”
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
He sighs as he wakes up, looking over to them, his eyes slitting like that of a cat as smoke of his own seems to billow out of his nose, he doesn't yet reach for his axe, sighing "Please tell me you aren't here to fight, or cause trouble that would get me in trouble."
“Well, that entirely depends if you let your boss know that I’m here, darling!” He chuckles, grinning. “Your name is Ragnerious, right?”
"Just call me Rag, please, full names are for formal events. I hate Abaddon, so I imagine I wont be telling him anything. Tell me, how many rooms did you come into until you found mine? I'm just curious."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
He sighs as he wakes up, looking over to them, his eyes slitting like that of a cat as smoke of his own seems to billow out of his nose, he doesn't yet reach for his axe, sighing "Please tell me you aren't here to fight, or cause trouble that would get me in trouble."
“Well, that entirely depends if you let your boss know that I’m here, darling!” He chuckles, grinning. “Your name is Ragnerious, right?”
"Just call me Rag, please, full names are for formal events. I hate Abaddon, so I imagine I wont be telling him anything. Tell me, how many rooms did you come into until you found mine? I'm just curious."
“Four.” He shrugs, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Well, three while i was looking for you, I went to the records room first, where they keep all the files.”
“Four.” He shrugs, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Well, three while i was looking for you, I went to the records room first, where they keep all the files.”
He laughs a bit, smiling at that "Well, you're here now. I hate to say this, but you know who I am, and you must know a lot to know that I was here, but I know nothing about you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Four.” He shrugs, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Well, three while i was looking for you, I went to the records room first, where they keep all the files.”
He laughs a bit, smiling at that "Well, you're here now. I hate to say this, but you know who I am, and you must know a lot to know that I was here, but I know nothing about you."
They laugh. “My name isn’t important, and neither am I. Now, you have a bit of a… problem, don’t you? You’re under the inescapable contract of Abaddon.”
“Four.” He shrugs, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Well, three while i was looking for you, I went to the records room first, where they keep all the files.”
He laughs a bit, smiling at that "Well, you're here now. I hate to say this, but you know who I am, and you must know a lot to know that I was here, but I know nothing about you."
They laugh. “My name isn’t important, and neither am I. Now, you have a bit of a… problem, don’t you? You’re under the inescapable contract of Abaddon.”
He sighs, shaking his head "I know where this is leading. If you want to make a deal or something of the sort to get me out of this contract, but you get something in exchange, I'd rather just not. Thank you though."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Darling, I have made a monster with 4k HP. Now I need to give him actual attacks.*
*I'm thinking he can sacrifice a body to apply its debuffs to each target within a short range as the body explodes.*
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 well enough, I want to rp here, but I'm decently sure no one else would want to, so I wait, thinking of characters I may want to make.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*oooohohooo, I like that a lot. Would that attack also deal damage?*
*well, I’d absolutely love to roleplay!*
*Oh, you would? Do you want someone or someones specific to rp with?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*perhaps Rag? I want to use the mother of puppets more so I can get used to them, and it’s reasonable they’d be able to appear in hell and talk to Rag.*
*Quite possibly, my friend. I'm thinking of limiting it to a number of times per fight, like 2-4.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*alright. How else would they deal damage? I’m assuming they might have another, more regular attack?*
*what if the bodies have an aura that passively can do damage? And the more of them are within your vicinity, the more damage it does? Maybe not, just an idea!*
*Yeah, I want them to be able to do that "Soul Rupture" thing Stig was doing earlier.*
*Hmmm... that would make some sense, but given that we're doing Theater of the Mind it would basically be inescapable.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Don't want nobody else? Just making sure, here ya go.*
Rag is sleeping in his barracks, the guards don't need training, and he doesn't care what Abaddon has to tell him, so he's going to sleep.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*well, maybe it just has a ludicrously short range, so anyone could move out of melee range to escape it, which is easier to keep track of with theater of the mind, whether you’re close enough for melee or not.*
Rag is awakened, as the room seems to be slowly filling with this unpleasant, sickeningly green smoke. A human of indeterminate age, with long, tangled hair and a brown vest sits on a nearby, unoccupied bed, smoking a cigar. It seems to be the source of the smoke.
*That's a good idea. I like it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs as he wakes up, looking over to them, his eyes slitting like that of a cat as smoke of his own seems to billow out of his nose, he doesn't yet reach for his axe, sighing "Please tell me you aren't here to fight, or cause trouble that would get me in trouble."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Well, that entirely depends if you let your boss know that I’m here, darling!” He chuckles, grinning. “Your name is Ragnerious, right?”
"Just call me Rag, please, full names are for formal events. I hate Abaddon, so I imagine I wont be telling him anything. Tell me, how many rooms did you come into until you found mine? I'm just curious."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Four.” He shrugs, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air. “Well, three while i was looking for you, I went to the records room first, where they keep all the files.”
He laughs a bit, smiling at that "Well, you're here now. I hate to say this, but you know who I am, and you must know a lot to know that I was here, but I know nothing about you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They laugh. “My name isn’t important, and neither am I. Now, you have a bit of a… problem, don’t you? You’re under the inescapable contract of Abaddon.”
He sighs, shaking his head "I know where this is leading. If you want to make a deal or something of the sort to get me out of this contract, but you get something in exchange, I'd rather just not. Thank you though."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)