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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
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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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
"Oh, no need to welcome me to this place, I have been around even before the first banishing. But it is appreciated nonetheless."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
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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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
"Oh, no need to welcome me to this place, I have been around even before the first banishing. But it is appreciated nonetheless."
“Here be dragons! And why do you live in Profanus if not for the banishing?”
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
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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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
“Ooh, ooh, I know what I might be rather than a penguin!” He says, elated. “The rare harpy Eagle, known for its magnificent plumage, giant talons, and its diet of small and medium sized mammals.” He does a cartwheel of joy.
”so, out of those two, which one would I be… would I be the sick, demented meat eating, flesh rending, poisonously beautiful bird feared by all- or a harpy Eagle?”
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
“Ooh, ooh, I know what I might be rather than a penguin!” He says, elated. “The rare harpy Eagle, known for its magnificent plumage, giant talons, and its diet of small and medium sized mammals.” He does a cartwheel of joy.
”so, out of those two, which one would I be… would I be the sick, demented meat eating, flesh rending, poisonously beautiful bird feared by all- or a harpy Eagle?”
“Feared by all animalkind, you mean. Not humans. Humans find them rather funny.”
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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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
"Oh, no need to welcome me to this place, I have been around even before the first banishing. But it is appreciated nonetheless."
“Here be dragons! And why do you live in Profanus if not for the banishing?”
"Oh, I meant that I have been around for eons. I'm not really that new to this place. Though it does look quite different since my last life, a lot of the other layers are gone. Looks like everything has been wiped, a clean slate if you will."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
“Ooh, ooh, I know what I might be rather than a penguin!” He says, elated. “The rare harpy Eagle, known for its magnificent plumage, giant talons, and its diet of small and medium sized mammals.” He does a cartwheel of joy.
”so, out of those two, which one would I be… would I be the sick, demented meat eating, flesh rending, poisonously beautiful bird feared by all- or a harpy Eagle?”
“Feared by all animalkind, you mean. Not humans. Humans find them rather funny.”
He does a headstand, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
”a wonderful example of Humankind’s biggest flaw!”
”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.”
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
He laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
“Ooh, ooh, I know what I might be rather than a penguin!” He says, elated. “The rare harpy Eagle, known for its magnificent plumage, giant talons, and its diet of small and medium sized mammals.” He does a cartwheel of joy.
”so, out of those two, which one would I be… would I be the sick, demented meat eating, flesh rending, poisonously beautiful bird feared by all- or a harpy Eagle?”
“Feared by all animalkind, you mean. Not humans. Humans find them rather funny.”
He does a headstand, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
”a wonderful example of Humankind’s biggest flaw!”
Kal flips over as well. “How come? They seem funny to me as well. Their tall little bodies…”
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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.
"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
"Oh, no need to welcome me to this place, I have been around even before the first banishing. But it is appreciated nonetheless."
“Here be dragons! And why do you live in Profanus if not for the banishing?”
"Oh, I meant that I have been around for eons. I'm not really that new to this place. Though it does look quite different since my last life, a lot of the other layers are gone. Looks like everything has been wiped, a clean slate if you will."
‘Oh, joy! Comme c’est intéressant ! Tell me, what was it like before ignorant, arrogant (1GP)ing excuses for tyrants and kings tore this place asunder?” He asks, reaching the top of the cliff.
Giratina is searching for an ally. (Or a convenient source of energy)
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The nameless Effigy is wandering the city of Profanus, keeping a nonexistent eye out for any other unholy beings.
They notice Kal flying above them.
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Giratina is searching for an ally. (Or a convenient source of energy)
Giratina comes across a strange building- a three story tavern rising out of the charred, barren soil, with many windows. It’s leaning to one side and seems very, very unstable. A sign next to the front doors read, ‘Curseater’s Cabaret!’
on a misplaced balcony on the second story- about Giratina’s height, is the Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, leaning against the railings and smoking a cigarette. (His description is in the darchives)
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"Well hello down there my fellow malignant miscreant. How fairs your climb this fine day?" she says as one of her necks cranes down to look at him.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“I’m an evil vulture.” He nods. “They’re beautiful birds. What bird do you think you would be?”
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“hier ist ein Drache! well, fleshless creature of tooth and claw! Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine!” He calls back, switching accents from German to French four times in that sentence.
“Hmm…” he leans back, looking up and thinking, before jumping up and exclaiming, “a penguin! des monstres malades...“
"Oh, no need to welcome me to this place, I have been around even before the first banishing. But it is appreciated nonetheless."
"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 laughs. “A penguin? Really? Not some kind of murderous and evil bird?”
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He frowns. “You have clearly never had a conversation with a penguin.”
“Here be dragons! And why do you live in Profanus if not for the banishing?”
“I can’t speak to birds, despite me looking like one. People always call me bird brain when they want to taunt me.”
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“Ooh, ooh, I know what I might be rather than a penguin!” He says, elated. “The rare harpy Eagle, known for its magnificent plumage, giant talons, and its diet of small and medium sized mammals.” He does a cartwheel of joy.
”so, out of those two, which one would I be… would I be the sick, demented meat eating, flesh rending, poisonously beautiful bird feared by all- or a harpy Eagle?”
“Feared by all animalkind, you mean. Not humans. Humans find them rather funny.”
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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*This is so cool! 👏 Props to you guys! Also that story has quite a, HOOK, 'cough' 'cough'*
I'm just a gay lil' Hedgehog
"Oh, I meant that I have been around for eons. I'm not really that new to this place. Though it does look quite different since my last life, a lot of the other layers are gone. Looks like everything has been wiped, a clean slate if you will."
"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 does a headstand, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
”a wonderful example of Humankind’s biggest flaw!”
Kal flips over as well. “How come? They seem funny to me as well. Their tall little bodies…”
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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‘Oh, joy! Comme c’est intéressant ! Tell me, what was it like before ignorant, arrogant (1GP)ing excuses for tyrants and kings tore this place asunder?” He asks, reaching the top of the cliff.
Giratina is searching for an ally. (Or a convenient source of energy)
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 nameless Effigy is wandering the city of Profanus, keeping a nonexistent eye out for any other unholy beings.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They notice Kal flying above them.
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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Giratina comes across a strange building- a three story tavern rising out of the charred, barren soil, with many windows. It’s leaning to one side and seems very, very unstable. A sign next to the front doors read, ‘Curseater’s Cabaret!’
on a misplaced balcony on the second story- about Giratina’s height, is the Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret, leaning against the railings and smoking a cigarette. (His description is in the darchives)