(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"
“It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.
"This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.
“Wow! So this is your soul? What happens if this place… is destroyed?”
"It can't be. In theory even a diamond rank anything couldn't even hurt me here."
(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.
the doom duck watches from afar.
Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.
”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.” He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.
Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls.
"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."
“I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”
"The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."
“I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”
She looks over the long list.
It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.
Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer.
There are surprisingly few about Necromancy, but there are a few there, mostly referring to the manipulation of either an unwilling, living person’s body with necromancy or the corruption, destruction, or consumption, or use of an unwilling soul in a spell, such as soul cage. He takes back the list and overviews it.
”Interesting… how many times did you use a soul cage spell on an unwilling mortal, that ended in their soul being exploited for the vitality it can wield, and then their soul was let go to their respective afterlife?”
"Hm...a fair few times in my "youth" before discovering willing and eager souls were much more useful." She says with her eternal eerie smile.
“Please give me a number, I’m running calculations. Thank you for complying, confessing to every crime you’ve ever committed really does help speed up my job, otherwise I’d have to have a trial for every poor soul in here.”
He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"
“It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.
"This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.
“Wow! So this is your soul? What happens if this place… is destroyed?”
"It can't be. In theory even a diamond rank anything couldn't even hurt me here."
“Wow, so you have like, infinite power here?”
"Maybe? I don't really want to test it. I am at least as strong as any other astral king in here."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
*person: that’s against the law!*
*Abaddon: (points to a specific obscure paragraph in the book of all law) I AM THE LAW*
*although Abaddon literally is so versed in law that he basically has a loophole excusing him to do anything, he’s the most skilled lawyer and judge in the universe*
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.
the doom duck watches from afar.
Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.
”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.” He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.
Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls.
"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."
“I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”
"The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."
“I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”
She looks over the long list.
It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.
Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer.
There are surprisingly few about Necromancy, but there are a few there, mostly referring to the manipulation of either an unwilling, living person’s body with necromancy or the corruption, destruction, or consumption, or use of an unwilling soul in a spell, such as soul cage. He takes back the list and overviews it.
”Interesting… how many times did you use a soul cage spell on an unwilling mortal, that ended in their soul being exploited for the vitality it can wield, and then their soul was let go to their respective afterlife?”
"Hm...a fair few times in my "youth" before discovering willing and eager souls were much more useful." She says with her eternal eerie smile.
“Please give me a number, I’m running calculations. Thank you for complying, confessing to every crime you’ve ever committed really does help speed up my job, otherwise I’d have to have a trial for every poor soul in here.”
She stands their, calculating for a bit. "26 of them according to my mental notes, and you might still need to run some trails. If some of the folks that I know are hear, they will be far less compliance. This is a battle dome after all."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"
“It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.
"This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.
“Wow! So this is your soul? What happens if this place… is destroyed?”
"It can't be. In theory even a diamond rank anything couldn't even hurt me here."
“Wow, so you have like, infinite power here?”
"Maybe? I don't really want to test it. I am at least as strong as any other astral king in here."
(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
(Oh my god, that's f*ckin' hilarious. Hey Arch, do you have a statblock for Abaddon already? Also, does he have distinct personalities for each judge that would be there if he wasn't the only one?)
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.
Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.
Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived.
Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.
the doom duck watches from afar.
Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.
”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.” He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.
Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls.
"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."
“I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”
"The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."
“I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”
She looks over the long list.
It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.
Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer.
There are surprisingly few about Necromancy, but there are a few there, mostly referring to the manipulation of either an unwilling, living person’s body with necromancy or the corruption, destruction, or consumption, or use of an unwilling soul in a spell, such as soul cage. He takes back the list and overviews it.
”Interesting… how many times did you use a soul cage spell on an unwilling mortal, that ended in their soul being exploited for the vitality it can wield, and then their soul was let go to their respective afterlife?”
"Hm...a fair few times in my "youth" before discovering willing and eager souls were much more useful." She says with her eternal eerie smile.
“Please give me a number, I’m running calculations. Thank you for complying, confessing to every crime you’ve ever committed really does help speed up my job, otherwise I’d have to have a trial for every poor soul in here.”
She stands their, calculating for a bit. "26 of them according to my mental notes, and you might still need to run some trails. If some of the folks that I know are hear, they will be far less compliance. This is a battle dome after all."
“Good point. I’m looking forward to putting Anarchy and Jylek on trial, they are responsible both for many, many crimes. Now, for your punishment… 123,957 years in Malbolge, the worst prison in Hell. If you would just follow me please,” he begins walking towards his infernal rift, expecting her to follow.
(Hey Coronet, you should go back a few pages and see how many years Ragnaris would've gotten if he didn't serve the Archcrone.)
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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.
(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
(Oh my god, that's f*ckin' hilarious. Hey Arch, do you have a statblock for Abaddon already? Also, does he have distinct personalities for each judge that would be there if he wasn't the only one?)
*I do have Abaddon’s statblock, he’s almost as scary as Corvin but only when he’s fighting with his executioner, Astaroth. And he does not, I was just using the Supreme Court as an example of the power he has in the High Court. There are other judges in his court but they only handle the less important cases and they are nowhere near his understanding of law, considering he’s spent eternities studying them.*
(Hey Coronet, you should go back a few pages and see how many years Ragnaris would've gotten if he didn't serve the Archcrone.)
(Found the punishment:
"At minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”)
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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.
(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
(Oh my god, that's f*ckin' hilarious. Hey Arch, do you have a statblock for Abaddon already? Also, does he have distinct personalities for each judge that would be there if he wasn't the only one?)
*I do have Abaddon’s statblock, he’s almost as scary as Corvin but only when he’s fighting with his executioner, Astaroth. And he does not, I was just using the Supreme Court as an example of the power he has in the High Court. There are other judges in his court but they only handle the less important cases and they are nowhere near his understanding of law, considering he’s spent eternities studying them.*
(I was gonna offer to homebrew him for you if you didn't, so that's why I asked. And OK, I just thought he was the only judge.)
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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.
(Lol)
(although Abaddon isn’t even just part of the court, he’s it’s high judge. It’s like the Supreme Court but he’s all nine of them and has the final decision in the punishment, fun!)
“Wow, so you have like, infinite power here?”
*Person: Are you part of the court?*
*Abaddon: I AM THE COURT!!!*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Please give me a number, I’m running calculations. Thank you for complying, confessing to every crime you’ve ever committed really does help speed up my job, otherwise I’d have to have a trial for every poor soul in here.”
"Maybe? I don't really want to test it. I am at least as strong as any other astral king in here."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*person: that’s against the law!*
*Abaddon: (points to a specific obscure paragraph in the book of all law) I AM THE LAW*
*although Abaddon literally is so versed in law that he basically has a loophole excusing him to do anything, he’s the most skilled lawyer and judge in the universe*
She stands their, calculating for a bit. "26 of them according to my mental notes, and you might still need to run some trails. If some of the folks that I know are hear, they will be far less compliance. This is a battle dome after all."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Whats an astral king?”
"The peak a diamond ranker can be in most cases."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Alright. What stuff are they capable of doing?”
(Oh my god, that's f*ckin' hilarious. Hey Arch, do you have a statblock for Abaddon already? Also, does he have distinct personalities for each judge that would be there if he wasn't the only one?)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"I have absolutely no idea. I'm still silver rank."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Good point. I’m looking forward to putting Anarchy and Jylek on trial, they are responsible both for many, many crimes. Now, for your punishment… 123,957 years in Malbolge, the worst prison in Hell. If you would just follow me please,” he begins walking towards his infernal rift, expecting her to follow.
(Hey Coronet, you should go back a few pages and see how many years Ragnaris would've gotten if he didn't serve the Archcrone.)
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.
Extended sig
*I do have Abaddon’s statblock, he’s almost as scary as Corvin but only when he’s fighting with his executioner, Astaroth. And he does not, I was just using the Supreme Court as an example of the power he has in the High Court. There are other judges in his court but they only handle the less important cases and they are nowhere near his understanding of law, considering he’s spent eternities studying them.*
“Well, if you have that power here, why not try?”
"Because If I leave then my body wouldn't handle the power. I would be crazy dead."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh… so you don’t actually have any of that power in practice?”
(Found the punishment:
"At minimum, this will earn you 104,465,597,463,772,666,666,888,843,914,633,733,000 years in Malbolge, and at maximum, your soul will be torn asunder as you will be decapitated and left to rot before being fed to the vultures. Unless you wish to lessen your punishment, then we could definitely have a trial. I do love trials.”)
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.
Extended sig
(I was gonna offer to homebrew him for you if you didn't, so that's why I asked. And OK, I just thought he was the only judge.)
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.
Extended sig