The Conferencier leaps down from the balcony to the ground, and, on all fours, begins to scurry towards Correlion, climbing up the ruined building freakishly fast for a creature possessing a mortal body.
As soon as he enters viewing distance, the angel’s helmet slams shut over its face and it whirls around to face him, wings puffed up. A few more petals drop from its wings, hands freshly stained with blood.
“Hello, kleiner Kanarienvogel!” It says, waving with a gloved hand. “Nice view, is it not?”
The angel glares - or at least seems to, under the veil. “That is not my name, insect. Do you have a purpose in being here other than to further torment me with thy presence?”
“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
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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 no quarrell with you!" the paladain tries to hide behind a rock
The angel’s gun clicks again, its wings quivering from bloodlust. “You dare flee from me, and disobey me? Thou are presumptuous, mortal, to believe thy strength could stand up to a fraction of mine! I repeat-“ It levels its weapon. “Submit, or die!”
the paladin considers his options, and drops his weapon, raising his hands
The angel lands with a fwumph, petals drifting to the ground. It doesn’t lower its weapon. “Kneel. From henceforth, I own thee. Fail to comply, and thou shall feel the taste of a silver bullet through thine wretched skull.” The angel is still trembling slightly, an unearthly twitching of a creature craving the taste of fresh blood. Its managing to control itself for now - though one act of aggression may be all that’s needed to drive it into a violent frenzy.
"and if i refuse?"
“You die, fleshling. I shall skin you and drink thy blood, and feed on thine strength. You will live through the beginning ordeal, and thou shall watch thy skin pulled from the fetid dermis of thine flesh.” Its wings flare up. “Either way you choose shall be pleasurable to me.”
"i will never service you, I would rather die"
"Malrick comes running up "WAIT"Intimidation check 28
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
"Malrick comes running up "WAIT"Intimidation check 28
The angel halts its next shot, taking a few steps back as its wings fluff up. It remains perfectly still, like a statue.
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“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
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“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
Correlion looks as if it wants to move closer, but refrains from doing so because of Malrick. Its wings are fully outstretched, a few eyes visible on its undersides. The angel seethes. “You have chosen your fate. Do not intervene, Malrick.”
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“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
It goes from a handstand into a backwards roll, rolling a few feet away from Correllion.
”I have no reason to hurt you, good sir! If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have seen me approach.” It giggles again, sitting down.
"I have no quarrell with you!" the paladain tries to hide behind a rock
The angel’s gun clicks again, its wings quivering from bloodlust. “You dare flee from me, and disobey me? Thou are presumptuous, mortal, to believe thy strength could stand up to a fraction of mine! I repeat-“ It levels its weapon. “Submit, or die!”
the paladin considers his options, and drops his weapon, raising his hands
The angel lands with a fwumph, petals drifting to the ground. It doesn’t lower its weapon. “Kneel. From henceforth, I own thee. Fail to comply, and thou shall feel the taste of a silver bullet through thine wretched skull.” The angel is still trembling slightly, an unearthly twitching of a creature craving the taste of fresh blood. Its managing to control itself for now - though one act of aggression may be all that’s needed to drive it into a violent frenzy.
"and if i refuse?"
“You die, fleshling. I shall skin you and drink thy blood, and feed on thine strength. You will live through the beginning ordeal, and thou shall watch thy skin pulled from the fetid dermis of thine flesh.” Its wings flare up. “Either way you choose shall be pleasurable to me.”
"i will never service you, I would rather die"
"Malrick comes running up "WAIT"Intimidation check 28
“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
"Easy there, do not worry I will not"
The angel twitches, as if barely in control of itself. “I will drink his blood and strip his flesh bare until only bone remains.” It says, a distinct tone of frenzy in its voice.
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"I have no quarrell with you!" the paladain tries to hide behind a rock
The angel’s gun clicks again, its wings quivering from bloodlust. “You dare flee from me, and disobey me? Thou are presumptuous, mortal, to believe thy strength could stand up to a fraction of mine! I repeat-“ It levels its weapon. “Submit, or die!”
the paladin considers his options, and drops his weapon, raising his hands
The angel lands with a fwumph, petals drifting to the ground. It doesn’t lower its weapon. “Kneel. From henceforth, I own thee. Fail to comply, and thou shall feel the taste of a silver bullet through thine wretched skull.” The angel is still trembling slightly, an unearthly twitching of a creature craving the taste of fresh blood. Its managing to control itself for now - though one act of aggression may be all that’s needed to drive it into a violent frenzy.
"and if i refuse?"
“You die, fleshling. I shall skin you and drink thy blood, and feed on thine strength. You will live through the beginning ordeal, and thou shall watch thy skin pulled from the fetid dermis of thine flesh.” Its wings flare up. “Either way you choose shall be pleasurable to me.”
"i will never service you, I would rather die"
"Malrick comes running up "WAIT"Intimidation check 28
*woo! still not dead yet!*
the dwarf falls to the ground, barely conscious"
How is the dwarf already incapacitated?
*it got shot? a lot? hes still alive, just flavor*
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It goes from a handstand into a backwards roll, rolling a few feet away from Correllion.
”I have no reason to hurt you, good sir! If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have seen me approach.” It giggles again, sitting down.
Its feathers smooth over slightly, the eyes on its wings blinking slowly. “You do not scare me, fiend.”
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“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
"Easy there, do not worry I will not"
The angel twitches, as if barely in control of itself. “I will drink his blood and strip his flesh bare until only bone remains.” It says, a distinct tone of frenzy in its voice.
"would.. rather... you .... didnt"
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*Dang, that was a good roll. *
“My presence torments you? Why, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” It giggles, grinning as it does a handstand, walking closer to the Angel.
*Awesome*
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*woo! still not dead yet!*
the dwarf falls to the ground, barely conscious"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*So right now its me, the dwarf, Conferncier, and correlion, all In one spot correct?*
*Hi Baalze!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The angel halts its next shot, taking a few steps back as its wings fluff up. It remains perfectly still, like a statue.
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It takes a few more steps back, summoning its weapon and resting a finger on the gun’s hammer. “Do not approach me.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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*Hey, Dragon! What's up?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*correct*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Easy there, do not worry I will not"
Correlion looks as if it wants to move closer, but refrains from doing so because of Malrick. Its wings are fully outstretched, a few eyes visible on its undersides. The angel seethes. “You have chosen your fate. Do not intervene, Malrick.”
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
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It goes from a handstand into a backwards roll, rolling a few feet away from Correllion.
”I have no reason to hurt you, good sir! If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have seen me approach.” It giggles again, sitting down.
How is the dwarf already incapacitated?
*a lot actually. I dont really want to go in depth, but ive enjoyed my return to the forums, even though it will be breif*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The angel twitches, as if barely in control of itself. “I will drink his blood and strip his flesh bare until only bone remains.” It says, a distinct tone of frenzy in its voice.
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making a smoothie for meta
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*it got shot? a lot? hes still alive, just flavor*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT*
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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Its feathers smooth over slightly, the eyes on its wings blinking slowly. “You do not scare me, fiend.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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"would.. rather... you .... didnt"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented