*Sure.* Black smoke curls from holes in the roof of the run down tower where the Crimson King presides.
*Somehow I missed this message sorry* Malrick enters the tower.
Cherovni stands under the bat burdened branches of that ancient tree. Scattered around his feet are countless skulls and bones. Each skull is lit up with an otherworldly flame that smolders in their eye sockets and behind their teeth, sending streams of smoke into the rafters. Cherovni simply stares at you with his empty eye sockets. A silent sentinel of scarlet.
"Hello Cherovni I have long awaited our meeting."
“As have I. You seem to have a lot of friends.”
*Can I have a character description?*
"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
"You think I know? Heheheh... King Crimson, correct?" The face falls to the ground as the body stands up and turns around, control seemingly swapped.
Behind your crouches a massive vampire bat of blood red color. “You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I don’t know you.”
"Names are easy. I didn't even know you were a vampire until I turned around." He picks the face up off the ground shaking it to get the blood and dirt off. "The body that contains me is named Saint Empty. He was groomed for this position. Real sad."
“There are no saints in this pit and palace. Only sinners and their chains of malice.” The beast speaks audibly, but without moving its lips, “Poor soul. Does he get anything out of this bargain?”
Ravarus's attention is drawn back by the light, it's own large eye seemingly glowing a bit brighter in response to this angelic display. It reaches up once more, but not to grab,but to hold out a deformed claw on the end of one of the hand tail's fingers for Correlion to perch on.
"H...ea...ven...s..." it speaks out again, seeming to struggle with any other words at this time, yet Correlion almost seems to understand the solidarity to himself in that single broken word.
It perches on the finger like a dove, making a low almost-purring sound. The glow fades, as Correlion’s ivory feathers shed once more, reddish petals sprouting in their stead. The flesh on Correlion’s arms shrivels up further, weathering to ash as it takes a deep, shuddering breath. It rests there for a moment, weakly chittering but seemingly comfortable in the presence of its new companion.
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Correlion has taken to scavenging the city, collecting and stripping corpses of their flesh and piling them in a reserve near its roost. They’re all well preserved - not even the stench is noticeable. It also seems to be collecting masses of scrap metal, constructing a rather large stock pile.
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*Sure.* Black smoke curls from holes in the roof of the run down tower where the Crimson King presides.
*Somehow I missed this message sorry* Malrick enters the tower.
Cherovni stands under the bat burdened branches of that ancient tree. Scattered around his feet are countless skulls and bones. Each skull is lit up with an otherworldly flame that smolders in their eye sockets and behind their teeth, sending streams of smoke into the rafters. Cherovni simply stares at you with his empty eye sockets. A silent sentinel of scarlet.
"Hello Cherovni I have long awaited our meeting."
“As have I. You seem to have a lot of friends.”
*Can I have a character description?*
"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
*Sure.* Black smoke curls from holes in the roof of the run down tower where the Crimson King presides.
*Somehow I missed this message sorry* Malrick enters the tower.
Cherovni stands under the bat burdened branches of that ancient tree. Scattered around his feet are countless skulls and bones. Each skull is lit up with an otherworldly flame that smolders in their eye sockets and behind their teeth, sending streams of smoke into the rafters. Cherovni simply stares at you with his empty eye sockets. A silent sentinel of scarlet.
"Hello Cherovni I have long awaited our meeting."
“As have I. You seem to have a lot of friends.”
*Can I have a character description?*
"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
*Sure.* Black smoke curls from holes in the roof of the run down tower where the Crimson King presides.
*Somehow I missed this message sorry* Malrick enters the tower.
Cherovni stands under the bat burdened branches of that ancient tree. Scattered around his feet are countless skulls and bones. Each skull is lit up with an otherworldly flame that smolders in their eye sockets and behind their teeth, sending streams of smoke into the rafters. Cherovni simply stares at you with his empty eye sockets. A silent sentinel of scarlet.
"Hello Cherovni I have long awaited our meeting."
“As have I. You seem to have a lot of friends.”
*Can I have a character description?*
"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
"I protect those who deserve to be, Is that not a worthy cause" *You want to take this to PMs?*
"Sounds wonderful. I used to be great at making tea, but I don't know the herbs and spices of this place. I've died of poison a few times." He lays on his side.
"I culdo help with getting you some ingredients for tea if you would like." Coronet says as she sits down
"Ooh, I would like that!" He smiles up at her. "Do we have anything that tastes like cinnamon down here?"
"Oh, I have a stash of cinnamon I could share!"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Names are easy. I didn't even know you were a vampire until I turned around." He picks the face up off the ground shaking it to get the blood and dirt off. "The body that contains me is named Saint Empty. He was groomed for this position. Real sad."
“There are no saints in this pit and palace. Only sinners and their chains of malice.” The beast speaks audibly, but without moving its lips, “Poor soul. Does he get anything out of this bargain?”
He holds up the sloughed-off face. "No, not really. Sweet kid, doesn't deserve any of this. He was just something easier to bind than I was, and he had been selectively bred to contain me, so... well, I guess he has a little bit of my power, but not enough to make him a Warlock. He's barely even an Artificer."
“So you have had your fill.” He leaps from one crumbling tower to another ruinous archway, “But perhaps not fully. You are newborn again and you want more than food. You want strength. Don’t you?”
Ravarus turns to look at the Crimson King, a bit more wary after that bizarre ordeal then before as his large eye focuses on him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ravarus's attention is drawn back by the light, it's own large eye seemingly glowing a bit brighter in response to this angelic display. It reaches up once more, but not to grab,but to hold out a deformed claw on the end of one of the hand tail's fingers for Correlion to perch on.
"H...ea...ven...s..." it speaks out again, seeming to struggle with any other words at this time, yet Correlion almost seems to understand the solidarity to himself in that single broken word.
It perches on the finger like a dove, making a low almost-purring sound. The glow fades, as Correlion’s ivory feathers shed once more, reddish petals sprouting in their stead. The flesh on Correlion’s arms shrivels up further, weathering to ash as it takes a deep, shuddering breath. It rests there for a moment, weakly chittering but seemingly comfortable in the presence of its new companion.
Ravarus allows the fallen angel to rest on the hand as he continues his lumbering.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Sure.* Black smoke curls from holes in the roof of the run down tower where the Crimson King presides.
*Somehow I missed this message sorry* Malrick enters the tower.
Cherovni stands under the bat burdened branches of that ancient tree. Scattered around his feet are countless skulls and bones. Each skull is lit up with an otherworldly flame that smolders in their eye sockets and behind their teeth, sending streams of smoke into the rafters. Cherovni simply stares at you with his empty eye sockets. A silent sentinel of scarlet.
"Hello Cherovni I have long awaited our meeting."
“As have I. You seem to have a lot of friends.”
*Can I have a character description?*
"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
"I protect those who deserve to be, Is that not a worthy cause"
*Sorry everyone. I’m on mobile so I can’t cut chains.* ”Not a single soul down here deserves that or they wouldn’t be in this pit. You don’t look like many of the others here. Where are you from?”
"Names are easy. I didn't even know you were a vampire until I turned around." He picks the face up off the ground shaking it to get the blood and dirt off. "The body that contains me is named Saint Empty. He was groomed for this position. Real sad."
“There are no saints in this pit and palace. Only sinners and their chains of malice.” The beast speaks audibly, but without moving its lips, “Poor soul. Does he get anything out of this bargain?”
He holds up the sloughed-off face. "No, not really. Sweet kid, doesn't deserve any of this. He was just something easier to bind than I was, and he had been selectively bred to contain me, so... well, I guess he has a little bit of my power, but not enough to make him a Warlock. He's barely even an Artificer."
*DnD soon! Huzzar!*
“Sounds like the perfect tool. A very useful servant.” He tilts his head sideways as if he was thinking, “Who do you serve? Everyone serves something.”
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
"I protect those who deserve to be, Is that not a worthy cause"
*Sorry everyone. I’m on mobile so I can’t cut chains.* ”Not a single soul down here deserves that or they wouldn’t be in this pit. You don’t look like many of the others here. Where are you from?”
"I am from Elindareth, a city that my family has rules for millennia. I dont look like many others here because I am not like them. I wasn't cast here because of my heinous acts, I'm simply here because of a deal I made to save my people."
“So you have had your fill.” He leaps from one crumbling tower to another ruinous archway, “But perhaps not fully. You are newborn again and you want more than food. You want strength. Don’t you?”
Ravarus turns to look at the Crimson King, a bit more wary after that bizarre ordeal then before as his large eye focuses on him.
“I know of a land where you would find strength. In my pastures you would grow in might. If you drank from my waters you would grow in power. Then your appetite would truly be sated.” He says this out loud but almost as if he was thinking to himself.
“So you have had your fill.” He leaps from one crumbling tower to another ruinous archway, “But perhaps not fully. You are newborn again and you want more than food. You want strength. Don’t you?”
Ravarus turns to look at the Crimson King, a bit more wary after that bizarre ordeal then before as his large eye focuses on him.
“I know of a land where you would find strength. In my pastures you would grow in might. If you drank from my waters you would grow in power. Then your appetite would truly be sated.” He says this out loud but almost as if he was thinking to himself.
“A deal with the devil? What did this bargain entail?”
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
"I protect those who deserve to be, Is that not a worthy cause"
*Sorry everyone. I’m on mobile so I can’t cut chains.* ”Not a single soul down here deserves that or they wouldn’t be in this pit. You don’t look like many of the others here. Where are you from?”
"I am from Elindareth, a city that my family has rules for millennia. I dont look like many others here because I am not like them. I wasn't cast here because of my heinous acts, I'm simply here because of a deal I made to save my people."
The Conferencier is scurrying through Profanus, collecting discarded, bloody weapons, teeth, and claws of fallen unholy beings, bringing them back to the Cabaret to serve as decoration.
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"I try they make me happy and I wish to protect them."
Malrick is very tall, deviously handsome, and is almost never seen without a smile on his face (If you do someone is in trouble, and you better hope it isn’t you.) Malrick is usually very calm, and you can easily see this by his open body language. Malrick is tan, has deep blue eyes, and light brown hair that is almost a uniform cut but is obviously kept a little longer (To the exasperation of his mother). *alright here it is*
“There are no saints in this pit and palace. Only sinners and their chains of malice.” The beast speaks audibly, but without moving its lips, “Poor soul. Does he get anything out of this bargain?”
It perches on the finger like a dove, making a low almost-purring sound. The glow fades, as Correlion’s ivory feathers shed once more, reddish petals sprouting in their stead. The flesh on Correlion’s arms shrivels up further, weathering to ash as it takes a deep, shuddering breath. It rests there for a moment, weakly chittering but seemingly comfortable in the presence of its new companion.
— 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 has taken to scavenging the city, collecting and stripping corpses of their flesh and piling them in a reserve near its roost. They’re all well preserved - not even the stench is noticeable. It also seems to be collecting masses of scrap metal, constructing a rather large stock pile.
— 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
“Is that why you protect them? Because they make you happy?”
"I protect those who deserve to be, Is that not a worthy cause" *You want to take this to PMs?*
"Oh, I have a stash of cinnamon I could share!"
"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
He holds up the sloughed-off face. "No, not really. Sweet kid, doesn't deserve any of this. He was just something easier to bind than I was, and he had been selectively bred to contain me, so... well, I guess he has a little bit of my power, but not enough to make him a Warlock. He's barely even an Artificer."
*DnD soon! Huzzar!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ravarus turns to look at the Crimson King, a bit more wary after that bizarre ordeal then before as his large eye focuses on him.
"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
He gasps. "You would be willing to share it with me?" He does a little happy dance.
*DnD soon! I'm excited, even if it means I have to leave!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ravarus allows the fallen angel to rest on the hand as he continues his lumbering.
"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
"Why of course, then we can make tea together!"
*No worries, hope D&D goes well!*
"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
*Sorry everyone. I’m on mobile so I can’t cut chains.*
”Not a single soul down here deserves that or they wouldn’t be in this pit. You don’t look like many of the others here. Where are you from?”
“Sounds like the perfect tool. A very useful servant.” He tilts his head sideways as if he was thinking, “Who do you serve? Everyone serves something.”
*Awesome! Huzzar!*
"I am from Elindareth, a city that my family has rules for millennia. I dont look like many others here because I am not like them. I wasn't cast here because of my heinous acts, I'm simply here because of a deal I made to save my people."
“I know of a land where you would find strength. In my pastures you would grow in might. If you drank from my waters you would grow in power. Then your appetite would truly be sated.” He says this out loud but almost as if he was thinking to himself.
“A deal with the devil? What did this bargain entail?”
The Conferencier is scurrying through Profanus, collecting discarded, bloody weapons, teeth, and claws of fallen unholy beings, bringing them back to the Cabaret to serve as decoration.