The Conferencier, hunched and on all fours, jumps through Profanus’ grim, twisted landscape. ce qui sera bientôt à moi…
the Curseater Cabaret has been attracting guests to watch performances- other, deranged unholy beings singing, dancing or acting- usually the more human ones- while the Conferencier is away.
Kal watches the Conferencier, drinking a cup of blood.
The Conferencier stands up, twirling towards them, smiling madly. “apprécier la boisson ?”
“Sorry! I don’t speak that language. Want some Blood Tea?”
“Ah! Tea? Blood tea? How many did you murder?” He circles around Kal, not at all like a human should move.
“This is mortal blood. I still have a supply left from when I was in the mortal world!”
“I see…” he considers this for a moment, frowning. He looks back up, grinning again. “And how many did you murder?”
“Hundreds! I was feared! Worshipped!”
He nods, sitting on a rock and resting his head on his gloved hands. “And that went very well for you, it seems.” He says, nodding again and again, with a strangely smug grin on his face.
“What are you smiling about? You look delicious!” He starts flying upside down, and smiles at him.
“Oh, I do? Why thank you, thank you!” He giggles to himself. “und doch haben die Engel uns beide verbannt.”
“What does that mean?” He giggles as well.
“And yet heaven has banished us both!” He rolls over laughing, before suddenly standing up and getting real close to Kal.
“Why did they banish you?”
“Ah ah ah!” He says, wagging a finger In front of Kal’s face and booping his nose. “That’s a secret.”
The Conferencier seems to periodically switch between German and French accents, no matter what language he speaks.
Kal laughs. “How many secrets do you have? I have many. I can’t believe those who sacrifice their ability to lie for power!”
“Ah, but that is one of my other secrets as well! And, stranger, you don’t have to lie if the truth stings your enemies more.” He’s still grinning.
The Conferencier, hunched and on all fours, jumps through Profanus’ grim, twisted landscape. ce qui sera bientôt à moi…
the Curseater Cabaret has been attracting guests to watch performances- other, deranged unholy beings singing, dancing or acting- usually the more human ones- while the Conferencier is away.
Kal watches the Conferencier, drinking a cup of blood.
The Conferencier stands up, twirling towards them, smiling madly. “apprécier la boisson ?”
“Sorry! I don’t speak that language. Want some Blood Tea?”
“Ah! Tea? Blood tea? How many did you murder?” He circles around Kal, not at all like a human should move.
“This is mortal blood. I still have a supply left from when I was in the mortal world!”
“I see…” he considers this for a moment, frowning. He looks back up, grinning again. “And how many did you murder?”
“Hundreds! I was feared! Worshipped!”
He nods, sitting on a rock and resting his head on his gloved hands. “And that went very well for you, it seems.” He says, nodding again and again, with a strangely smug grin on his face.
“What are you smiling about? You look delicious!” He starts flying upside down, and smiles at him.
“Oh, I do? Why thank you, thank you!” He giggles to himself. “und doch haben die Engel uns beide verbannt.”
“What does that mean?” He giggles as well.
“And yet heaven has banished us both!” He rolls over laughing, before suddenly standing up and getting real close to Kal.
“Why did they banish you?”
“Ah ah ah!” He says, wagging a finger In front of Kal’s face and booping his nose. “That’s a secret.”
The Conferencier seems to periodically switch between German and French accents, no matter what language he speaks.
Kal laughs. “How many secrets do you have? I have many. I can’t believe those who sacrifice their ability to lie for power!”
“Ah, but that is one of my other secrets as well! And, stranger, you don’t have to lie if the truth stings your enemies more.” He’s still grinning.
“Why tell the truth when you can lie and then reveal the truth when it hurts them most?”
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*I'm gonna intro more people later but here's my first character*
As the Unholy Beings of Profanus mill about, doing what foul creatures of darkness do, a new sigil appears on the summoning circle. Except, something odd is occuring. The sigil changes form rapidly, an animated crest impossible to discern the meaning of. It's going faster. And faster, and faster and faster andfasterandit'sgonnablow!...a strange slime costs the area. Black with red marks on it, it begins to take form. It resembles a... suit? Then, the red marks all pool together, resembling blood but hard to discern whether it actually is. They gather in the suit to make a humanoid figure, lights resembling very basic facial features forming to make a very, very odd looking fellow.
Consilleas, ooze of chaos and ever-changeability, has arrived to do some business.
Kal flies down, grinning. “Hello there, friend! How are you this fine day?”
He opens his 'eyes'. "Why, hello there, my good foul fellow! I mean that as a compliment, of course, considering where we are. I have heard of this place and knew I would be cast here, although obviously it's hard to take notes when there's no escape!" He laughs an uncanny laugh. "But I am certainly ready to enter this deadly dance."
“What’s your name? I am Kal the Vulture!”
"Consilleas! Although I could truly be whoever I wanted to be, so long as I know who they are."
“Ah, shapeshifting! Now you can become me! How fun!” He grimaces, his gaze still hungry.
His 'suit' envelopes him, and then falls to the ground to reveal someone looking exactly like Kal. To him, though, he's somewhat transparent and his insides are only that odd red ooze. "How fun indeed! It should still have many uses, even down here." The suit envelopes him again and changes him back to normal. "You seem a hungry fellow. What's going on there?" He notes. "As far as I know, only certain Beings can even feel such mortal needs as to eat and drink."
“Ah. Traits of being so like a vulture. I sacrificed that for some abilities. Besides, anything that makes me more like a vulture is something I will embrace!”
"I see. Perhaps if I were to coincidentally stumble upon a dead corpse, I could bring it to you as a mild snack?"
“Yes, thank you. That sounds delicious.”
*Gibber, for my second character, can I make a mortal who messed up a portal spell and ended up in Tenebris Sine Fine, and embraces his monstrous side? Involves cannibalism. Also a lot of murder.*
"Alright! If I need your help, then I'll let you know! Pleasure having this little chat, two demonic entities forsakened by the world!"
*Sure!*
“Hate the world. I’ll eat them all.”
"Besides me, of course?"
“I meant the mortal world.”
"Ah. Well, it would be a rather difficult task to get up there in the first place." He strains like he would offer some words of encouragement, but something is preventing him.
“What are you trying to say? Monster got your tongue?” He laughs.
"No, I was simply going to say... There is... Reason to dream of reaching the mortal realm." He nods, as if to say to himself 'yeah, that works'.
The Conferencier, hunched and on all fours, jumps through Profanus’ grim, twisted landscape. ce qui sera bientôt à moi…
the Curseater Cabaret has been attracting guests to watch performances- other, deranged unholy beings singing, dancing or acting- usually the more human ones- while the Conferencier is away.
Kal watches the Conferencier, drinking a cup of blood.
The Conferencier stands up, twirling towards them, smiling madly. “apprécier la boisson ?”
“Sorry! I don’t speak that language. Want some Blood Tea?”
“Ah! Tea? Blood tea? How many did you murder?” He circles around Kal, not at all like a human should move.
“This is mortal blood. I still have a supply left from when I was in the mortal world!”
“I see…” he considers this for a moment, frowning. He looks back up, grinning again. “And how many did you murder?”
“Hundreds! I was feared! Worshipped!”
He nods, sitting on a rock and resting his head on his gloved hands. “And that went very well for you, it seems.” He says, nodding again and again, with a strangely smug grin on his face.
“What are you smiling about? You look delicious!” He starts flying upside down, and smiles at him.
“Oh, I do? Why thank you, thank you!” He giggles to himself. “und doch haben die Engel uns beide verbannt.”
“What does that mean?” He giggles as well.
“And yet heaven has banished us both!” He rolls over laughing, before suddenly standing up and getting real close to Kal.
“Why did they banish you?”
“Ah ah ah!” He says, wagging a finger In front of Kal’s face and booping his nose. “That’s a secret.”
The Conferencier seems to periodically switch between German and French accents, no matter what language he speaks.
Kal laughs. “How many secrets do you have? I have many. I can’t believe those who sacrifice their ability to lie for power!”
“Ah, but that is one of my other secrets as well! And, stranger, you don’t have to lie if the truth stings your enemies more.” He’s still grinning.
“Why tell the truth when you can lie and then reveal the truth when it hurts them most?”
“Because I don’t need to. The truth hides itself when one does not want to see it…” he says, switching from a French accent back to German.
The Conferencier, hunched and on all fours, jumps through Profanus’ grim, twisted landscape. ce qui sera bientôt à moi…
the Curseater Cabaret has been attracting guests to watch performances- other, deranged unholy beings singing, dancing or acting- usually the more human ones- while the Conferencier is away.
Kal watches the Conferencier, drinking a cup of blood.
The Conferencier stands up, twirling towards them, smiling madly. “apprécier la boisson ?”
“Sorry! I don’t speak that language. Want some Blood Tea?”
“Ah! Tea? Blood tea? How many did you murder?” He circles around Kal, not at all like a human should move.
“This is mortal blood. I still have a supply left from when I was in the mortal world!”
“I see…” he considers this for a moment, frowning. He looks back up, grinning again. “And how many did you murder?”
“Hundreds! I was feared! Worshipped!”
He nods, sitting on a rock and resting his head on his gloved hands. “And that went very well for you, it seems.” He says, nodding again and again, with a strangely smug grin on his face.
“What are you smiling about? You look delicious!” He starts flying upside down, and smiles at him.
“Oh, I do? Why thank you, thank you!” He giggles to himself. “und doch haben die Engel uns beide verbannt.”
“What does that mean?” He giggles as well.
“And yet heaven has banished us both!” He rolls over laughing, before suddenly standing up and getting real close to Kal.
“Why did they banish you?”
“Ah ah ah!” He says, wagging a finger In front of Kal’s face and booping his nose. “That’s a secret.”
The Conferencier seems to periodically switch between German and French accents, no matter what language he speaks.
Kal laughs. “How many secrets do you have? I have many. I can’t believe those who sacrifice their ability to lie for power!”
“Ah, but that is one of my other secrets as well! And, stranger, you don’t have to lie if the truth stings your enemies more.” He’s still grinning.
“Why tell the truth when you can lie and then reveal the truth when it hurts them most?”
“Because I don’t need to. The truth hides itself when one does not want to see it…” he says, switching from a French accent back to German.
“Why do you switch like that?” He mimics him.
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
He shrugs. “Names are an odd thing, are they not? And yes, that is why. They believe vultures are ugly, but I believe they are necessary for the cycle of life.”
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Coronet is surveying the land from a large cliffside.
The Conferencier is slowly scaling that cliff, with his inhuman movements, it’s like he moves as if he is supposed to have many, many more limbs but is restricted to a human form.
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
He shrugs. “Names are an odd thing, are they not? And yes, that is why. They believe vultures are ugly, but I believe they are necessary for the cycle of life.”
“So do you think you’d be more of a vulture, or a hawk, then?”
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
He shrugs. “Names are an odd thing, are they not? And yes, that is why. They believe vultures are ugly, but I believe they are necessary for the cycle of life.”
“So do you think you’d be more of a vulture, or a hawk, then?”
“Perhaps a mix of both. I do prefer corpses after they have been killed, but people always beat me to eating them.”
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”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
He shrugs. “Names are an odd thing, are they not? And yes, that is why. They believe vultures are ugly, but I believe they are necessary for the cycle of life.”
“So do you think you’d be more of a vulture, or a hawk, then?”
“Perhaps a mix of both. I do prefer corpses after they have been killed, but people always beat me to eating them.”
“So you are a vulture, then! Just not a very good one.”
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“Ah, but that is one of my other secrets as well! And, stranger, you don’t have to lie if the truth stings your enemies more.” He’s still grinning.
“Why tell the truth when you can lie and then reveal the truth when it hurts them most?”
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"No, I was simply going to say... There is... Reason to dream of reaching the mortal realm." He nods, as if to say to himself 'yeah, that works'.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
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Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Because I don’t need to. The truth hides itself when one does not want to see it…” he says, switching from a French accent back to German.
“Why do you switch like that?” He mimics him.
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*cut with Banan*
”why do you kill mortals and drink their blood?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Why not eat the thing that tastes best to me? It gives me people who worship me. And a good snack.”
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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“Fair… tell me, do you have any troubles?” He’s back to a French accent again. He’s switching more rapidly now.
“Troubles? Give me an example.” He does a flip in the air.
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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He circles around him. “Something gnawing within you… a want, a desire, a need… a struggle… that you cannot attain, no matter how hard you try… something in your past that haunts you?…” back to German.
“I just… get the urge to feast on rotting bodies, and what better way to create bodies than to kill them myself? That’s why I’m called the Vulture. That, and my wings.”
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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“Ah, but a vulture does not often kill itself… you are more a hawk, friend.”
“Then maybe I should change my name to the Hawk! Kalkin, my full name, does mean Hawk.”
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“Then why does anyone call you the vulture? Ah, they simply think the vulture is an ugly, disgusting bird. But then, would your name not be Hawk, The Hawk?”
He shrugs. “Names are an odd thing, are they not? And yes, that is why. They believe vultures are ugly, but I believe they are necessary for the cycle of life.”
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Coronet is surveying the land from a large cliffside.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The Conferencier is slowly scaling that cliff, with his inhuman movements, it’s like he moves as if he is supposed to have many, many more limbs but is restricted to a human form.
“So do you think you’d be more of a vulture, or a hawk, then?”
“Perhaps a mix of both. I do prefer corpses after they have been killed, but people always beat me to eating them.”
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“So you are a vulture, then! Just not a very good one.”