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.”
“Good!” It exclaims, fixing its lopsided party hat as it stands up. “I shouldn’t scare you. Imagine the dreadful, four armed Angel was frightened of a. Little. Leaping. Clown. Haha, quite a silly sight!” It does a cartwheel, moving a bit to the side.
“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.
“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.
“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.
*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.*
*Any opinions or suggestions?*
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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.
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.”
“Good!” It exclaims, fixing its lopsided party hat as it stands up. “I shouldn’t scare you. Imagine the dreadful, four armed Angel was frightened of a. Little. Leaping. Clown. Haha, quite a silly sight!” It does a cartwheel, moving a bit to the side.
“You are incredibly strange. More akin to a monkey than anything resembling human.” It returns to roosting, staring back up at the sky.
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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
“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.
"What did he do to you?"
“He fled.” The angel seethes. “The coward. I offered him a quite generous deal and he had the gall to defy me. I shall claim his head as my compensation.”
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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
*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.*
*Any opinions or suggestions?*
*its a very interesting idea, I love it! Did being possessed by this unholy force have any affect on his physical appearance?*
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.”
“Good!” It exclaims, fixing its lopsided party hat as it stands up. “I shouldn’t scare you. Imagine the dreadful, four armed Angel was frightened of a. Little. Leaping. Clown. Haha, quite a silly sight!” It does a cartwheel, moving a bit to the side.
“You are incredibly strange. More akin to a monkey than anything resembling human.” It returns to roosting, staring back up at the sky.
It giggles again, cartwheeling just a bit closer to them.
”ah, but I am free from any idea of normalcy! I simply am, how I should be, without any others interfering in my perfect design. Are you free?”
— 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
"A fight is not what I seek, Shining One. I was drawn by the aroma of chamomile. I was looking to brew some tea myself when I happened across it. There will be time for me to indulge in the mindless carnal pleasure that is ripping my fellow Unholy ones apart in the glorious game, but I'm rather in the mood for conversation, rather then carnage." she says as she pulls out her own tea set and tea sweets.
The angel considers this for a moment, then replies in a low tone. “Sit, then. Let us discuss. I have much to contemplate on my existence here, and thou are - albeit not contractually - bound by guest rules. I am interested in what an ancient creature has to share.” It pauses, dropping to a more serious, almost threatening tone. “Do not break my teapot. I treasure it so.”
"Oh don't fret, I brought my own." she says in a sing song manner as she conjures up a large tea pot and cup, placing some hot water and a tea bag inside as she sits down comfortably.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“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.
"What did he do to you?"
“He fled.” The angel seethes. “The coward. I offered him a quite generous deal and he had the gall to defy me. I shall claim his head as my compensation.”
"I see, maybe he fled seeing that he could not win a battle against one such as you. I have an idea, soon this dwarf will gain power (level up) then It will be fair I can make him swear by his word that within 3 days he must duel you."
*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.*
*Any opinions or suggestions?*
*its a very interesting idea, I love it! Did being possessed by this unholy force have any affect on his physical appearance?*
*Absolutely. I want him to look like me something out of a creepypasta: a mix of cute, friendly features and ones that would not make sense for anything that wasn't explicitly a horror monster.*
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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.
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!
“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.
"What did he do to you?"
“He fled.” The angel seethes. “The coward. I offered him a quite generous deal and he had the gall to defy me. I shall claim his head as my compensation.”
"I see, maybe he fled seeing that he could not win a battle against one such as you. I have an idea, soon this dwarf will gain power (level up) then It will be fair I can make him swear by his word that within 3 days he must duel you."
“Good!” It exclaims, fixing its lopsided party hat as it stands up. “I shouldn’t scare you. Imagine the dreadful, four armed Angel was frightened of a. Little. Leaping. Clown. Haha, quite a silly sight!” It does a cartwheel, moving a bit to the side.
"What did he do to you?"
"So dwarf you lost this battle, what did you do?"
"noth...ing"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Any opinions or suggestions?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You are incredibly strange. More akin to a monkey than anything resembling human.” It returns to roosting, staring back up at the sky.
— 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 fled.” The angel seethes. “The coward. I offered him a quite generous deal and he had the gall to defy me. I shall claim his head as my compensation.”
— 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
*its a very interesting idea, I love it! Did being possessed by this unholy force have any affect on his physical appearance?*
It giggles again, cartwheeling just a bit closer to them.
”ah, but I am free from any idea of normalcy! I simply am, how I should be, without any others interfering in my perfect design. Are you free?”
*ill be back, i gtg for a bit :]*
— 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
"Oh don't fret, I brought my own." she says in a sing song manner as she conjures up a large tea pot and cup, placing some hot water and a tea bag inside as she sits down comfortably.
"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
"I see, maybe he fled seeing that he could not win a battle against one such as you. I have an idea, soon this dwarf will gain power (level up) then It will be fair I can make him swear by his word that within 3 days he must duel you."
*Absolutely. I want him to look like me something out of a creepypasta: a mix of cute, friendly features and ones that would not make sense for anything that wasn't explicitly a horror monster.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You know it’s scary if it likes tea.*
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!
*Hey dragon I sent you a PM about that thread Idea.*
*It's going to be fun to interact with Coronet once I actually have a character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*We will have the most frightening of tea parties!*
"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
"I--dont--fight"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*You guys like tea! Malrick is classy and so is tea. He would love to join this evil tea club."
*gtg for today*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented