”well, that’s a surprise. So, what will it be? Fighting for your freedom or eternal torture?”
"I will fight, as long as it means Ragnerious gets to go free."
”he goes free if you win.”
"Very well. Surely we are not fighting here?"
“Of course not. I’ll take you to the arena.” The doors open up at the back of the room, revealing what seems to be… another court room. But at the center of it, with the Judge’s seat overlooking it and hanging over the edge, is a giant arena, with burning black sand making up the ground, blood staining the walls. The crowd makes it’s way to the seats on the edge to overlook the battle, Abaddon and Astaroth at the end of the crowd.
Rag walks into the alternate court room and gets his weapons and armor ready, stancing up.
Abaddon takes a seat as his Judge’s table thing, and Astaroth, spinning his axe in his hands, jumps down into the arena, and hands Rag a bunch of papers as thick as a book before going to the other side of the arena and taking a fighting stance.
”you both need to sign and file that before initiating in physical combat, otherwise neither of us will have any affect on the other.” Abaddon says plainly.
He signs, his penmanship rather well for someone who only fights all the time "May the best of us win, I hope to see you again, just not with circumstances like these."
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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.
”well, that’s a surprise. So, what will it be? Fighting for your freedom or eternal torture?”
"I will fight, as long as it means Ragnerious gets to go free."
”he goes free if you win.”
"Very well. Surely we are not fighting here?"
“Of course not. I’ll take you to the arena.” The doors open up at the back of the room, revealing what seems to be… another court room. But at the center of it, with the Judge’s seat overlooking it and hanging over the edge, is a giant arena, with burning black sand making up the ground, blood staining the walls. The crowd makes it’s way to the seats on the edge to overlook the battle, Abaddon and Astaroth at the end of the crowd.
Rag walks into the alternate court room and gets his weapons and armor ready, stancing up.
Abaddon takes a seat as his Judge’s table thing, and Astaroth, spinning his axe in his hands, jumps down into the arena, and hands Rag a bunch of papers as thick as a book before going to the other side of the arena and taking a fighting stance.
”you both need to sign and file that before initiating in physical combat, otherwise neither of us will have any affect on the other.” Abaddon says plainly.
Ragnaris walks over to a puddle of blood, dips the tip of a claw in it, then walks over to Astaroth. He signs the paper with his bloodsoaked claw. He then walks to the opposite side of the arena, spreads his wings, and crouches in a fighting stance.
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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.
”well, that’s a surprise. So, what will it be? Fighting for your freedom or eternal torture?”
"I will fight, as long as it means Ragnerious gets to go free."
”he goes free if you win.”
"Very well. Surely we are not fighting here?"
“Of course not. I’ll take you to the arena.” The doors open up at the back of the room, revealing what seems to be… another court room. But at the center of it, with the Judge’s seat overlooking it and hanging over the edge, is a giant arena, with burning black sand making up the ground, blood staining the walls. The crowd makes it’s way to the seats on the edge to overlook the battle, Abaddon and Astaroth at the end of the crowd.
Rag walks into the alternate court room and gets his weapons and armor ready, stancing up.
Abaddon takes a seat as his Judge’s table thing, and Astaroth, spinning his axe in his hands, jumps down into the arena, and hands Rag a bunch of papers as thick as a book before going to the other side of the arena and taking a fighting stance.
”you both need to sign and file that before initiating in physical combat, otherwise neither of us will have any affect on the other.” Abaddon says plainly.
He signs, his penmanship rather well for someone who only fights all the time "May the best of us win, I hope to see you again, just not with circumstances like these."
“Now for Ragnaris…” Abaddon says, leaning on his hand, his book on the table and his gavel in his other hand. He looks almost bored, but in a fake way.
Astaroth is busy practicing swinging his greataxe, ready to aim for Rag’s head while Abaddon sits on his seat.
”well, that’s a surprise. So, what will it be? Fighting for your freedom or eternal torture?”
"I will fight, as long as it means Ragnerious gets to go free."
”he goes free if you win.”
"Very well. Surely we are not fighting here?"
“Of course not. I’ll take you to the arena.” The doors open up at the back of the room, revealing what seems to be… another court room. But at the center of it, with the Judge’s seat overlooking it and hanging over the edge, is a giant arena, with burning black sand making up the ground, blood staining the walls. The crowd makes it’s way to the seats on the edge to overlook the battle, Abaddon and Astaroth at the end of the crowd.
Rag walks into the alternate court room and gets his weapons and armor ready, stancing up.
Abaddon takes a seat as his Judge’s table thing, and Astaroth, spinning his axe in his hands, jumps down into the arena, and hands Rag a bunch of papers as thick as a book before going to the other side of the arena and taking a fighting stance.
”you both need to sign and file that before initiating in physical combat, otherwise neither of us will have any affect on the other.” Abaddon says plainly.
Ragnaris walks over to a puddle of blood, dips the tip of a claw in it, then walks over to Astaroth. He signs the paper with his bloodsoaked claw. He then walks to the opposite side of the arena, spreads his wings, and crouches in a fighting stance.
Rag stands next to his grandfather standing ready, "Grandfather, let me handle the executioner on my own.". Init:23
”well, that’s a surprise. So, what will it be? Fighting for your freedom or eternal torture?”
"I will fight, as long as it means Ragnerious gets to go free."
”he goes free if you win.”
"Very well. Surely we are not fighting here?"
“Of course not. I’ll take you to the arena.” The doors open up at the back of the room, revealing what seems to be… another court room. But at the center of it, with the Judge’s seat overlooking it and hanging over the edge, is a giant arena, with burning black sand making up the ground, blood staining the walls. The crowd makes it’s way to the seats on the edge to overlook the battle, Abaddon and Astaroth at the end of the crowd.
Rag walks into the alternate court room and gets his weapons and armor ready, stancing up.
Abaddon takes a seat as his Judge’s table thing, and Astaroth, spinning his axe in his hands, jumps down into the arena, and hands Rag a bunch of papers as thick as a book before going to the other side of the arena and taking a fighting stance.
”you both need to sign and file that before initiating in physical combat, otherwise neither of us will have any affect on the other.” Abaddon says plainly.
Ragnaris walks over to a puddle of blood, dips the tip of a claw in it, then walks over to Astaroth. He signs the paper with his bloodsoaked claw. He then walks to the opposite side of the arena, spreads his wings, and crouches in a fighting stance.
The papers manifest into Abaddon’s hand and he places it on his desk, suddenly giddy for the ensuing fight.
“She sounds fun, where is she?”
He signs, his penmanship rather well for someone who only fights all the time "May the best of us win, I hope to see you again, just not with circumstances like these."
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
"At home, probably eating pancakes or playing with Zeus."
“With Zeus? Like the God?”
"No, my rabbit, who I gave the powers of the God to."
Ragnaris walks over to a puddle of blood, dips the tip of a claw in it, then walks over to Astaroth. He signs the paper with his bloodsoaked claw. He then walks to the opposite side of the arena, spreads his wings, and crouches in a fighting stance.
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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“Now for Ragnaris…” Abaddon says, leaning on his hand, his book on the table and his gavel in his other hand. He looks almost bored, but in a fake way.
Astaroth is busy practicing swinging his greataxe, ready to aim for Rag’s head while Abaddon sits on his seat.
Rag stands next to his grandfather standing ready, "Grandfather, let me handle the executioner on my own.". Init:23
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
The papers manifest into Abaddon’s hand and he places it on his desk, suddenly giddy for the ensuing fight.
Astaroth’s initiative: 7
8 for when Abaddon gets to some stuff, although he’s likely not gonna do much, just watch his
boyfriendexecutioner fight.there are also gonna be lair actions.
Will Grandfather rag be fighting?
“Wow, how on earth did you do that?!?”
"Well, I mean, after I killed him, Zeus's domain was open, so I just, gave it to him."
“I’m suuuuper sorry, you killed Zeus, the king of an entire Pantheon?”
"Yes."
“…how!?!?”
"If there's one thing I learned on my journeys, it's that no being is truly immortal, any being can be killed."
“What about Koschei the deathless? Wait no they died-… how about the Archangels? Or my pet dog?”
*Well Rag told him to handle it. So Rag got it.*
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
Alrighty then, Astaroth goes first.
Astaroth charges Rag and swings his blade twice, aiming for the neck. On a crit, decapitation.
to hit: 23 damage: 26
to hit: 26 damage: 49
as a lair action, Abaddon commands Astaroth to immediately take another turn.
to hit: 36 damage: 46
to hit: 29 damage: 32
all slashing, of course.