He turns and you see his skull-like face look you over. He has shifted from his bat form into the dreadful Slav of old, but his great bat wings still spring unfurled from his shoulders. You notice the limp corpse of a bloody wolf clutched in his red claw. You hear the smooth movement of a snake coiling through the darkness but see nothing. "Corellion... what brings you to my lair?"
“I shall be blunt with you.” The fallen angel replies, waving a hand. “I wish to duel. And perhaps a proposal, if you honor my request.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He turns and you see his skull-like face look you over. He has shifted from his bat form into the dreadful Slav of old, but his great bat wings still spring unfurled from his shoulders. You notice the limp corpse of a bloody wolf clutched in his red claw. You hear the smooth movement of a snake coiling through the darkness but see nothing. "Corellion... what brings you to my lair?"
“I shall be blunt with you.” The fallen angel replies, waving a hand. “I wish to duel. And perhaps a proposal, if you honor my request.”
He lets the wolf corpse fall to the dirt. The way his dry skin is pulled tight across his face looks like a terrible grin, "A duel... You truly are a child of violence. Speak to me of your proposal."
He lets the wolf corpse fall to the dirt. The way his dry skin is pulled tight across his face looks like a terrible grin, "A duel... You truly are a child of violence. Speak to me of your proposal."
*sorry, I’ll be on and off for the next hour or so*
He can hear the faint hint of a smile in the angel’s tone. “I am a weapon, created as such, and I fulfill my purpose well. I will not engage in petty devilish politics, nor rage-driven destruction- I am a creature formerly of grace. It is against my oath to deceive, just as I was able to detect those that do so.” They summon their weapon, a silvered musket inlaid with engravings of the moon. “My proposal is simple - should I lose this duel, I shall swear fealty to you. Should you lose to me, you owe your life to me, and become my blade. Do not disrespect me by intending to flee, or cowardice in the face of my offer.”
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*no :( ive been out with my friends all day. impromptu plans got me*
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The title of this thread should be "tenebrae sine fine," since "tenebris" is only plural, and therefore must be in the dative or ablative due to the -is ending. If it's dative, it'd be "to/for Tenebris (as a name?) without end," and if it's ablative, it'd be "with shadows without end." I'm assuming that it's meant to be "darkness without end," so a better phrase to use would be "umbra sine fine," since umbra can be in the singular case. If you're really sold on using a form of tenebris to mean darkness, then go with "tenebrae sine fine," as I indicated above.
*Oh dang mb. Yeah the intent is darkness without end, but I think we'll use tenebrae to make it less of a change.*
*Awesome, happy to have helped! Cheers!*
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
He lets the wolf corpse fall to the dirt. The way his dry skin is pulled tight across his face looks like a terrible grin, "A duel... You truly are a child of violence. Speak to me of your proposal."
*sorry, I’ll be on and off for the next hour or so*
He can hear the faint hint of a smile in the angel’s tone. “I am a weapon, created as such, and I fulfill my purpose well. I will not engage in petty devilish politics, nor rage-driven destruction- I am a creature formerly of grace. It is against my oath to deceive, just as I was able to detect those that do so.” They summon their weapon, a silvered musket inlaid with engravings of the moon. “My proposal is simple - should I lose this duel, I shall swear fealty to you. Should you lose to me, you owe your life to me, and become my blade. Do not disrespect me by intending to flee, or cowardice in the face of my offer.”
*No worries.*
Flames spring up from the eyes of the hanging skulls and fill the room with unearthly light. "You take pride in your heavenly heritage but all I see is folly. What you were before only magnifies your shame now." His vast wings spread, filling the room with bloody crimson, "I accept your proposal, Corellion. Let us fight and settle our differences once and for all."
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
A red shape appears at the corner of your eye. Cherovni stands at a distance along the cliff's edge, his cape thrashing in the cliff's wind. He approaches you, taking his time.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
A red shape appears at the corner of your eye. Cherovni stands at a distance along the cliff's edge, his cape thrashing in the cliff's wind. He approaches you, taking his time.
The Conferencier, crouching down near the edge of the cliff, watches him approach slowly, waving with a gloved hand.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*no :( ive been out with my friends all day. impromptu plans got me*
*ah alright. What’d you and your friends do? :>*
*video games, went to eat, and then mostly just chill :] how was your day?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
A red shape appears at the corner of your eye. Cherovni stands at a distance along the cliff's edge, his cape thrashing in the cliff's wind. He approaches you, taking his time.
The Conferencier, crouching down near the edge of the cliff, watches him approach slowly, waving with a gloved hand.
The monochrome monster is soon standing not too far away. "Do you remember the old days, Conferencier?"
Flames spring up from the eyes of the hanging skulls and fill the room with unearthly light. "You take pride in your heavenly heritage but all I see is folly. What you were before only magnifies your shame now." His vast wings spread, filling the room with bloody crimson, "I accept your proposal, Corellion. Let us fight and settle our differences once and for all."
Initiative: 12
“Your childish insults only prove to serve that you are unworthy of your name, and of your title.” Correlion speaks disapprovingly. “I had hoped this duel may be out of mutual respect. I suppose that was too much to ask of you, graceless undead. I carry no shame of my lineage - only that I have strayed far from my light and may never see it again.”
Initiative: 22
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
“I shall be blunt with you.” The fallen angel replies, waving a hand. “I wish to duel. And perhaps a proposal, if you honor my request.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*im good! playing elden ring*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He lets the wolf corpse fall to the dirt. The way his dry skin is pulled tight across his face looks like a terrible grin, "A duel... You truly are a child of violence. Speak to me of your proposal."
*fun!*
*did you watch wicked*
*sorry, I’ll be on and off for the next hour or so*
He can hear the faint hint of a smile in the angel’s tone. “I am a weapon, created as such, and I fulfill my purpose well. I will not engage in petty devilish politics, nor rage-driven destruction- I am a creature formerly of grace. It is against my oath to deceive, just as I was able to detect those that do so.” They summon their weapon, a silvered musket inlaid with engravings of the moon. “My proposal is simple - should I lose this duel, I shall swear fealty to you. Should you lose to me, you owe your life to me, and become my blade. Do not disrespect me by intending to flee, or cowardice in the face of my offer.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*no :( ive been out with my friends all day. impromptu plans got me*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Awesome, happy to have helped! Cheers!*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*ah alright. What’d you and your friends do? :>*
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
*No worries.*
Flames spring up from the eyes of the hanging skulls and fill the room with unearthly light. "You take pride in your heavenly heritage but all I see is folly. What you were before only magnifies your shame now." His vast wings spread, filling the room with bloody crimson, "I accept your proposal, Corellion. Let us fight and settle our differences once and for all."
Initiative: 13
A red shape appears at the corner of your eye. Cherovni stands at a distance along the cliff's edge, his cape thrashing in the cliff's wind. He approaches you, taking his time.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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The Conferencier, crouching down near the edge of the cliff, watches him approach slowly, waving with a gloved hand.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*video games, went to eat, and then mostly just chill :] how was your day?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The monochrome monster is soon standing not too far away. "Do you remember the old days, Conferencier?"
“Your childish insults only prove to serve that you are unworthy of your name, and of your title.” Correlion speaks disapprovingly. “I had hoped this duel may be out of mutual respect. I suppose that was too much to ask of you, graceless undead. I carry no shame of my lineage - only that I have strayed far from my light and may never see it again.”
Initiative: 22
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!