"Oh we certainly are a dangerous lot. Though to be fair, so are dragons in general."
“But not all dragons are bad.”
"Maybe not, but I hardly think most were good by mortal standards either. Dragons are a very selfish lot."
“I know…”
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It looks up to observe Correlion's actions. It doesn't really react to him throwing the bone, but doesn't seem particularly offended by the action, more confused by it.
Correlion continues to trail it, summoning their holy weapon to see if it has a reaction.
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“Your timid nature will kill you. Do you possess any combat capabilities whatsoever?”
“I can use magic. I’m a magic apprentice.”
“Show me.” The angel gestures towards him.
He waves his hand and it starts glowing. “I can do more but I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been kind to me.”
“You may demonstrate on me. I doubt it will kill me in one shot, and I recover quickly.”
He nods and the light shoots out, hitting Corellion square in the chest. 2 damage.
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Kal is drinking a mug of blood, sitting on one of the buildings in Profanus.
Giratina flies overhead. "What do you have there, weak one?"
“Be careful who you call weak.” He warns.
"Answer the question."
“I’d prefer not to.”
"Do you know who you are talking to, whelp?" It unfurls the dark tentacles behind its back.
Intimidation: 15
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
It looks up to observe Correlion's actions. It doesn't really react to him throwing the bone, but doesn't seem particularly offended by the action, more confused by it.
Correlion continues to trail it, summoning their holy weapon to see if it has a reaction.
The creature seems to focus on it, sensing the divine energy from it as one of the hand tails reaches up to inspect it.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
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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.
One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
Kal flies down from the darkened sky, smiling and waving. He lands next to the figure, and nods to him cheerfully. “‘Llo there! Sadly, I don’t have any burritos. I have some blood, though. If you like blood.”
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Kal is drinking a mug of blood, sitting on one of the buildings in Profanus.
Max is hiding inside of Profanus.
Max feels the earth fall out from beneath him the surface then seals up. He is carried down a tunnel, and into a room with a huge door that is closed when they enter. A large handsome man speaks."hello there young one, I know you are afraid but everything will be explained with time."
“A-are you the one that talked to me in my head earlier?”
"Yes I wish to help you, my name is Malrick, what is your name child?"
“Max.”
"It is my honor Max, I was cast here not because my evil but because I was a King of a losing army, why are you here?"
“I failed a portal spell.”
Malrick looks very interested by this. "I see! That is truly bad luck. I am the leader of an alliance of mutual protection, I seek to help you child."
*Gotta go Ill be back In a hour, we can finish the interaction then.*
“O-okay.”
*I'm Back*
"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
Kal is drinking a mug of blood, sitting on one of the buildings in Profanus.
Max is hiding inside of Profanus.
Max feels the earth fall out from beneath him the surface then seals up. He is carried down a tunnel, and into a room with a huge door that is closed when they enter. A large handsome man speaks."hello there young one, I know you are afraid but everything will be explained with time."
“A-are you the one that talked to me in my head earlier?”
"Yes I wish to help you, my name is Malrick, what is your name child?"
“Max.”
"It is my honor Max, I was cast here not because my evil but because I was a King of a losing army, why are you here?"
“I failed a portal spell.”
Malrick looks very interested by this. "I see! That is truly bad luck. I am the leader of an alliance of mutual protection, I seek to help you child."
*Gotta go Ill be back In a hour, we can finish the interaction then.*
“O-okay.”
*I'm Back*
"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
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One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
Kal flies down from the darkened sky, smiling and waving. He lands next to the figure, and nods to him cheerfully. “‘Llo there! Sadly, I don’t have any burritos. I have some blood, though. If you like blood.”
The little priest tries to stand up, but is unable to break the chains on his own. "Raw blood doesn't agree with me, but I know a way to cook it that makes it more substantial. Have you had Black Pudding before?" He curls his tail into his arms.
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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.
One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
Kal flies down from the darkened sky, smiling and waving. He lands next to the figure, and nods to him cheerfully. “‘Llo there! Sadly, I don’t have any burritos. I have some blood, though. If you like blood.”
The little priest tries to stand up, but is unable to break the chains on his own. "Raw blood doesn't agree with me, but I know a way to cook it that makes it more substantial. Have you had Black Pudding before?" He curls his tail into his arms.
“Whatever do you mean? Raw blood tastes amazing! Cooked makes it hot and hot blood is just… ew.”
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"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
“O-okay.”
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"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
“O-okay.”
"alright then, first you must promise not to reveal its location."
One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
A massive three-headed dracolich notices the new chained being. "Well hello there little priest. Welcome ot the realm of Profanus!"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
“O-okay.”
"alright then, first you must promise not to reveal its location."
“Sure.”
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"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
“O-okay.”
"alright then, first you must promise not to reveal its location."
“Sure.”
"Alright then follow me." he leads you to a cave in a mountain, once there his friend opens a tunnel leading deep into the earth. you come to an iron door. Once opened you see a beautifully crafted cavern with several offshoot tunnels in several direction in the center of the cavern is a huge table, made with all the stones of the surrounding area. stone plaques are above each of the tunnels entrances with titles like hospital, Umbraveths rooom, and supplies. "we are here."
The little priest tries to stand up, but is unable to break the chains on his own. "Raw blood doesn't agree with me, but I know a way to cook it that makes it more substantial. Have you had Black Pudding before?" He curls his tail into his arms.
“Whatever do you mean? Raw blood tastes amazing! Cooked makes it hot and hot blood is just… ew.”
"It just upsets my stomach a bit. There are a lot of recipes for blood that can be enjoyed cold, if that's what you're worried about." He tugs at his chains. The corner of his face flops over, covering his eye and leaving a black void. He sighs. "My staples rusted away..." he murmurs.
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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.
The little priest tries to stand up, but is unable to break the chains on his own. "Raw blood doesn't agree with me, but I know a way to cook it that makes it more substantial. Have you had Black Pudding before?" He curls his tail into his arms.
“Whatever do you mean? Raw blood tastes amazing! Cooked makes it hot and hot blood is just… ew.”
"It just upsets my stomach a bit. There are a lot of recipes for blood that can be enjoyed cold, if that's what you're worried about." He tugs at his chains. The corner of his face flops over, covering his eye and leaving a black void. He sighs. "My staples rusted away..." he murmurs.
“Your WHAT?”
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One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
A massive three-headed dracolich notices the new chained being. "Well hello there little priest. Welcome ot the realm of Profanus!"
He jumps back a bit, immediately slamming into the ground due to his chains. "Hello..." He replies, trying to remain polite despite being obviously frightened. His expression remains neutral, even a little bit friendly despite his body language. Blood begins to dribble from his forehead, eyes and mouth. "T-thank you for the warm welcome. My name is Saint Empty. What's yours?"
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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.
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“I know…”
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!
Correlion continues to trail it, summoning their holy weapon to see if it has a reaction.
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He nods and the light shoots out, hitting Corellion square in the chest. 2 damage.
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!
"Do you know who you are talking to, whelp?" It unfurls the dark tentacles behind its back.
Intimidation: 15
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
The creature seems to focus on it, sensing the divine energy from it as one of the hand tails reaches up to inspect it.
"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
One of the oldest sigils on the circle begins to glow, one thought to be a blank space previously. It resembles a butterknife with teeth along its edge and feathered wings wrapped around the handle.
A short, chubby, fluffy, anthropomorphic stoat creature awakens in Profanus. He's dressed in robes appropriate for a priest, but they are filthy and torn. He looks around, then notices the ancient, heavily damaged chains on his body. 0XP worth of chains, actually. Not enough to keep him from speaking, but enough to keep him from moving. He lifts up a paw, pulling it out of the ground that has developed around him.
He looks around, scraping the dried blood from his face. "Where am I?" He murmurs. He yawns. "Hey, does anyone have a breakfast burrito?" He shouts.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kal flies down from the darkened sky, smiling and waving. He lands next to the figure, and nods to him cheerfully. “‘Llo there! Sadly, I don’t have any burritos. I have some blood, though. If you like blood.”
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!
*I'm Back*
"I will ask you a few questions now, they might seem absurd though. Do you wish to live, escape this place, make a home here and enjoy life, and or conquer all?"
“Escape this place!”
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!
The little priest tries to stand up, but is unable to break the chains on his own. "Raw blood doesn't agree with me, but I know a way to cook it that makes it more substantial. Have you had Black Pudding before?" He curls his tail into his arms.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Whatever do you mean? Raw blood tastes amazing! Cooked makes it hot and hot blood is just… ew.”
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!
"I thought so, the fact that you got in here my a summoning circle gives me hope of escape, I have a home with some of my friends. It is safe and deep underground, we take the wounded and weak there. We are already carrying for a dwarf whose arm was ripped off. Do you wish do join me? I promise to protect you and I never lie.
“O-okay.”
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!
"alright then, first you must promise not to reveal its location."
A massive three-headed dracolich notices the new chained being. "Well hello there little priest. Welcome ot the realm of Profanus!"
"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
“Sure.”
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!
"Alright then follow me." he leads you to a cave in a mountain, once there his friend opens a tunnel leading deep into the earth. you come to an iron door. Once opened you see a beautifully crafted cavern with several offshoot tunnels in several direction in the center of the cavern is a huge table, made with all the stones of the surrounding area. stone plaques are above each of the tunnels entrances with titles like hospital, Umbraveths rooom, and supplies. "we are here."
"It just upsets my stomach a bit. There are a lot of recipes for blood that can be enjoyed cold, if that's what you're worried about." He tugs at his chains. The corner of his face flops over, covering his eye and leaving a black void. He sighs. "My staples rusted away..." he murmurs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Your WHAT?”
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!
He jumps back a bit, immediately slamming into the ground due to his chains. "Hello..." He replies, trying to remain polite despite being obviously frightened. His expression remains neutral, even a little bit friendly despite his body language. Blood begins to dribble from his forehead, eyes and mouth. "T-thank you for the warm welcome. My name is Saint Empty. What's yours?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.