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!
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?”
It almost scoffs, but doesn’t move away. “No. I am bound by ideals, honor, and loyalty. Freedom is merely the fraudulent indulgence fools engage in to delude themselves of any morals they are bound to. It is a child’s dream, and a rousing statement used by kings of men to spur their weak into action.”
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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
"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.
“You are rather dextrous for a creature of your size.” Correlion comments, its second pair of arms continuing to brew its own tea. “Art thou gifted in the study of magic?”
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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
"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."
Correlion seems displeased by this, wings fluttering. “I have already bested him. He shall bequeath one item of my choosing to me.” Its feathers smooth over, claws twitching. “I claim one of the fleshling‘s arms. Allow me to cut it off and collect my prize, or I shall simply kill him instead. Our future duel shall then be commenced as scheduled.”
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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
*We will have the most frightening of tea parties!*
*You guys like tea! Malrick is classy and so is tea. He would love to join this evil tea club."
*Tea alliance. Their ties exist through whoever breaks their teapot faces the wrath of all three members.*
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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
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?”
It almost scoffs, but doesn’t move away. “No. I am bound by ideals, honor, and loyalty. Freedom is merely the fraudulent indulgence fools engage in to delude themselves of any morals they are bound to. It is a child’s dream, and a rousing statement used by kings of men to spur their weak into action.”
Malrick looks appalled "I dont even know where to start, freedom is something many search for, that doesn't mean it stripes them of their morals. Me for example have felt for many years that chains of have been placed on me, by all those who need me. Yet, thrust into this place I did not hesitate to fill my role as king and protector, to help my friends.
*We will have the most frightening of tea parties!*
*You guys like tea! Malrick is classy and so is tea. He would love to join this evil tea club."
*Tea alliance. Their ties exist through whoever breaks their teapot faces the wrath of all three members.*
*Kal likes tea! Blood tea!*
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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 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."
Correlion seems displeased by this, wings fluttering. “I have already bested him. He shall bequeath one item of my choosing to me.” Its feathers smooth over, claws twitching. “I claim one of the fleshling‘s arms. Allow me to cut it off and collect my prize, or I shall simply kill him instead. Our future duel shall then be commenced as scheduled.”
"So you wish to weaken your opponent before you have to fight him fair in square?"
"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.
“You are rather dextrous for a creature of your size.” Correlion comments, its second pair of arms continuing to brew its own tea. “Art thou gifted in the study of magic?”
"Oh, why thank you. I am quite knowledgeable of arcane knowledge and various arcane formulas. Though my current magical powers are far weaker after my recent reformation. They might come back as more of my power comes back to me, or I might decide to be more of a physical combatant for this match. Haven't decided. Macaron?" She offers a plate of various flavored macarons to Correlion.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick looks appalled "I dont even know where to start, freedom is something many search for, that doesn't mean it stripes them of their morals. Me for example have felt for many years that chains of have been placed on me, by all those who need me. Yet, thrust into this place I did not hesitate to fill my role as king and protector, to help my friends.
“Then you are not free. You are bound to your… friends… and their lives are now clutched in your hands. True freedom is something I find disgust in, a selfish activity to free oneself of all earthly things. Is that not what we are made for? To serve those that trust us, to fight in their name? To relinquish that is to become a paragon of sin and deceit, lesser than even the lowliest insect who even lays allegiance to the creatures that produce the food it consumes.”
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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
"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."
Correlion seems displeased by this, wings fluttering. “I have already bested him. He shall bequeath one item of my choosing to me.” Its feathers smooth over, claws twitching. “I claim one of the fleshling‘s arms. Allow me to cut it off and collect my prize, or I shall simply kill him instead. Our future duel shall then be commenced as scheduled.”
"So you wish to weaken your opponent before you have to fight him fair in square?"
“Yes.” Correlion replies simply. “He has lost to me, and I have spared his life. This will serve as a test of strength - a mere missing arm is not something to fret much over. Thousands upon thousands of fighters have strengthened from it. I will not let him off without punishment for his failure. Either he dies, or I take something precious from him.”
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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
"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.
“You are rather dextrous for a creature of your size.” Correlion comments, its second pair of arms continuing to brew its own tea. “Art thou gifted in the study of magic?”
"Oh, why thank you. I am quite knowledgeable of arcane knowledge and various arcane formulas. Though my current magical powers are far weaker after my recent reformation. They might come back as more of my power comes back to me, or I might decide to be more of a physical combatant for this match. Haven't decided. Macaron?" She offers a plate of various flavored macarons to Correlion.
The angel ponders this information, but accepts the pastry. “What has caused thee to fall to such lows? My memories are fractured, broken shards stained with blood. I do not recall who or what has reduced me to such… a pitiful form. Though I have retained a semblance of magic, it is nothing compared to the might that I could garner, given time.”
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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
*We will have the most frightening of tea parties!*
*You guys like tea! Malrick is classy and so is tea. He would love to join this evil tea club."
*Tea alliance. Their ties exist through whoever breaks their teapot faces the wrath of all three members.*
*Kal likes tea! Blood tea!*
*Why that sounds delightful (The tea alliance not the blood tea)*
*HOW COULD BLOOD TEA NOT BE DELIGHTFUL???*
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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 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."
Correlion seems displeased by this, wings fluttering. “I have already bested him. He shall bequeath one item of my choosing to me.” Its feathers smooth over, claws twitching. “I claim one of the fleshling‘s arms. Allow me to cut it off and collect my prize, or I shall simply kill him instead. Our future duel shall then be commenced as scheduled.”
"So you wish to weaken your opponent before you have to fight him fair in square?"
“Yes.” Correlion replies simply. “He has lost to me, and I have spared his life. This will serve as a test of strength - a mere missing arm is not something to fret much over. Thousands upon thousands of fighters have strengthened from it. I will not let him off without punishment for his failure. Either he dies, or I take something precious from him.”
"Hmm well so be it if that is the only way." Malrick looks disgusted with himself, he is obviously torn. After you finished with your gruesome deed, he bandages him, and begins waiting for something.
"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.
“You are rather dextrous for a creature of your size.” Correlion comments, its second pair of arms continuing to brew its own tea. “Art thou gifted in the study of magic?”
"Oh, why thank you. I am quite knowledgeable of arcane knowledge and various arcane formulas. Though my current magical powers are far weaker after my recent reformation. They might come back as more of my power comes back to me, or I might decide to be more of a physical combatant for this match. Haven't decided. Macaron?" She offers a plate of various flavored macarons to Correlion.
The angel ponders this information, but accepts the pastry. “What has caused thee to fall to such lows? My memories are fractured, broken shards stained with blood. I do not recall who or what has reduced me to such… a pitiful form. Though I have retained a semblance of magic, it is nothing compared to the might that I could garner, given time.”
"Well, I have existed since before the first Great Banishing, and have spent many eons and several lives here in this grand battleground of the depraved and wicked beings the Heavens cast out from the world of mortals. A justified banishing, I was admit truthfully and respectfully, my living existence and rise to lichdom was quite the horrific ordeal. In the end I fought a great fight against the heavens and their grand champions, even took down a few in glorious battle, but I was ultimately bested several times before finally they were able to banish me to this place."she says as she pours her tea, the smell of earl gray lingering in the air as she begins to pour some creamer and sugar into her cup to sweeten the herbal nectar.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Hmm well so be it if that is the only way." Malrick looks disgusted with himself, he is obviously torn. After you finished with your gruesome deed, he bandages him, and begins waiting for something.
Correlion strides over, its musket disappearing in a shower of petals as it waves a hand. Its upper right arm begins to pull itself apart, bone stretching out of the muscle and hardening into metal as it forms a sharpened blade. It stops next to the dwarf, regarding him with a stance of almost pity for a moment, before lifting their own blade and slicing clean through the shoulder. The joint severs cleanly - Correlion is deadly accurate, the entire arm coming off with a spurt of blood that stains its armor and its veil. With one of its lower arms, the angel picks up the severed limb and turns to walk away. As it does so, two of its other arms go to work, peeling off the flesh layer to strip it down to muscle, holding the limb up to its mouth to drink. Their pale hair is now stained red with blood, as the angel works to siphon as much as possible from the arteries. “You believe yourself to be pure, much too pure for this place.” Correlion speaks, addressing Malrick. “And you may be correct. Kindness is weakness, in the absence of a mutual exchange. Do not waste your time with the weak - they shall surely perish.”
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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
"Well, I have existed since before the first Great Banishing, and have spent many eons and several lives here in this grand battleground of the depraved and wicked beings the Heavens cast out from the world of mortals. A justified banishing, I was admit truthfully and respectfully, my living existence and rise to lichdom was quite the horrific ordeal. In the end I fought a great fight against the heavens and their grand champions, even took down a few in glorious battle, but I was ultimately bested several times before finally they were able to banish me to this place."she says as she pours her tea, the smell of earl gray lingering in the air as she begins to pour some creamer and sugar into her cup to sweeten the herbal nectar.
“You intent to escape, then?” The angel inquires. “I have unfortunately come to the conclusion that such things are impossible without assistance. But I shall continue my search. Oh, and I don’t believe I had caught your name. I am Correlion, Blade of Rend.”
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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
"Hmm well so be it if that is the only way." Malrick looks disgusted with himself, he is obviously torn. After you finished with your gruesome deed, he bandages him, and begins waiting for something.
Correlion strides over, its musket disappearing in a shower of petals as it waves a hand. Its upper right arm begins to pull itself apart, bone stretching out of the muscle and hardening into metal as it forms a sharpened blade. It stops next to the dwarf, regarding him with a stance of almost pity for a moment, before lifting their own blade and slicing clean through the shoulder. The joint severs cleanly - Correlion is deadly accurate, the entire arm coming off with a spurt of blood that stains its armor and its veil. With one of its lower arms, the angel picks up the severed limb and turns to walk away. As it does so, two of its other arms go to work, peeling off the flesh layer to strip it down to muscle, holding the limb up to its mouth to drink. Their pale hair is now stained red with blood, as the angel works to siphon as much as possible from the arteries. “You believe yourself to be pure, much too pure for this place.” Correlion speaks, addressing Malrick. “And you may be correct. Kindness is weakness, in the absence of a mutual exchange. Do not waste your time with the weak - they shall surely perish.”
Malrick speaks quietly "You dont know me. I have caused much pain, but to cause pain for fun, as a trophy? That is something I dont like."
*Bye Dragon!*
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!
It almost scoffs, but doesn’t move away. “No. I am bound by ideals, honor, and loyalty. Freedom is merely the fraudulent indulgence fools engage in to delude themselves of any morals they are bound to. It is a child’s dream, and a rousing statement used by kings of men to spur their weak into action.”
— 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
“You are rather dextrous for a creature of your size.” Correlion comments, its second pair of arms continuing to brew its own tea. “Art thou gifted in the study of magic?”
— 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
Correlion seems displeased by this, wings fluttering. “I have already bested him. He shall bequeath one item of my choosing to me.” Its feathers smooth over, claws twitching. “I claim one of the fleshling‘s arms. Allow me to cut it off and collect my prize, or I shall simply kill him instead. Our future duel shall then be commenced as scheduled.”
— 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
*Tea alliance. Their ties exist through whoever breaks their teapot faces the wrath of all three members.*
— 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
Malrick looks appalled "I dont even know where to start, freedom is something many search for, that doesn't mean it stripes them of their morals. Me for example have felt for many years that chains of have been placed on me, by all those who need me. Yet, thrust into this place I did not hesitate to fill my role as king and protector, to help my friends.
*Kal likes tea! Blood 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!
"So you wish to weaken your opponent before you have to fight him fair in square?"
"Oh, why thank you. I am quite knowledgeable of arcane knowledge and various arcane formulas. Though my current magical powers are far weaker after my recent reformation. They might come back as more of my power comes back to me, or I might decide to be more of a physical combatant for this match. Haven't decided. Macaron?" She offers a plate of various flavored macarons to Correlion.
"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
“Then you are not free. You are bound to your… friends… and their lives are now clutched in your hands. True freedom is something I find disgust in, a selfish activity to free oneself of all earthly things. Is that not what we are made for? To serve those that trust us, to fight in their name? To relinquish that is to become a paragon of sin and deceit, lesser than even the lowliest insect who even lays allegiance to the creatures that produce the food it consumes.”
— 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
“Yes.” Correlion replies simply. “He has lost to me, and I have spared his life. This will serve as a test of strength - a mere missing arm is not something to fret much over. Thousands upon thousands of fighters have strengthened from it. I will not let him off without punishment for his failure. Either he dies, or I take something precious from him.”
— 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
*Why that sounds delightful (The tea alliance not the blood tea)*
The angel ponders this information, but accepts the pastry. “What has caused thee to fall to such lows? My memories are fractured, broken shards stained with blood. I do not recall who or what has reduced me to such… a pitiful form. Though I have retained a semblance of magic, it is nothing compared to the might that I could garner, given time.”
— 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
*HOW COULD BLOOD TEA NOT BE DELIGHTFUL???*
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!
"Hmm well so be it if that is the only way." Malrick looks disgusted with himself, he is obviously torn. After you finished with your gruesome deed, he bandages him, and begins waiting for something.
"Well, I have existed since before the first Great Banishing, and have spent many eons and several lives here in this grand battleground of the depraved and wicked beings the Heavens cast out from the world of mortals. A justified banishing, I was admit truthfully and respectfully, my living existence and rise to lichdom was quite the horrific ordeal. In the end I fought a great fight against the heavens and their grand champions, even took down a few in glorious battle, but I was ultimately bested several times before finally they were able to banish me to this place." she says as she pours her tea, the smell of earl gray lingering in the air as she begins to pour some creamer and sugar into her cup to sweeten the herbal nectar.
"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
Correlion strides over, its musket disappearing in a shower of petals as it waves a hand. Its upper right arm begins to pull itself apart, bone stretching out of the muscle and hardening into metal as it forms a sharpened blade. It stops next to the dwarf, regarding him with a stance of almost pity for a moment, before lifting their own blade and slicing clean through the shoulder. The joint severs cleanly - Correlion is deadly accurate, the entire arm coming off with a spurt of blood that stains its armor and its veil. With one of its lower arms, the angel picks up the severed limb and turns to walk away. As it does so, two of its other arms go to work, peeling off the flesh layer to strip it down to muscle, holding the limb up to its mouth to drink. Their pale hair is now stained red with blood, as the angel works to siphon as much as possible from the arteries. “You believe yourself to be pure, much too pure for this place.” Correlion speaks, addressing Malrick. “And you may be correct. Kindness is weakness, in the absence of a mutual exchange. Do not waste your time with the weak - they shall surely perish.”
— 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
“You intent to escape, then?” The angel inquires. “I have unfortunately come to the conclusion that such things are impossible without assistance. But I shall continue my search. Oh, and I don’t believe I had caught your name. I am Correlion, Blade of Rend.”
— 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
Malrick speaks quietly "You dont know me. I have caused much pain, but to cause pain for fun, as a trophy? That is something I dont like."
*GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS*
*THEY RELEASED THE CAST LIST*