The icy cliffside lair that Coronet has suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a large frozen crater. At the center of the ice covered crater is a pool of freezing water that softly glows with an eerie blue light somewhere below the surface.
Giratina hops right in. It is shivering severely in the cold.
The rush of freezing water momentarily disorients the draconic entity as he dives down towards the eerie blue light, only to resurface again from a large freeze pool of crystal clear water. The sound of howling blizzard strength winds rush around them as it is met with a frozen wasteland dotted with jagged peaks, the air thick with necromantic energies as they can see brief outlines of shades and specters watching them from the haze of the storm. Far off in the distance it sees what looks like flickers of light, towards the heart of this layer would be. At first, the blinding snow and fast pace winds threaten to hinder their movements and visibility, and then suddenly the sounds and intensity of the blizzard seems to dampen around them. It hasn't stopped, it is just being shielded from its negative effects by the master of this layer, allowing them easy access to travel.
*Basically the same as with Correlion*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The rush of freezing water momentarily disorients it as he dives down towards the eerie blue light, only to resurface again from a large freeze pool of crystal clear water. The sound of howling blizzard strength winds rush around them as it is met with a frozen wasteland dotted with jagged peaks, the air thick with necromantic energies as they can see brief outlines of shades and specters watching them from the haze of the storm. Far off in the distance it sees what looks like flickers of light, towards the heart of this layer would be. At first, the blinding snow and fast pace winds threaten to hinder their movements and visibility, and then suddenly the sounds and intensity of the blizzard seems to dampen around them. It hasn't stopped, it is just being shielded from its negative effects by the master of this layer, allowing them easy access to travel.
Correlion fluffs out its wings, making an almost uncomfortable chirping sound as water drips from their armor. It continues forward to the center of the blizzard, secondary set of wings curled around itself to keep out the cold.
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The angel smiles somewhat. “More than well. The irritating insect is dead, and in chains. I have laid claim to my own layer. And.. I have garnered significant arcane power.” Correlion pauses at the last bit. “I may be capable of freeing you of your hunger.”
“Hope has been unfamiliar to me, with the dogs of hunger at my heels. I admit I had some small wisp of it after you stifled the creature Malrick, but this is still a pleasant surprise..” Bludspiter trails off, inhaling and exhaling evenly through the hole in its chest. “Have at it, Correlion. I will soon know if you were successful by the placid, uninterrupted line of my thoughts.”
*question am I banned from making golems or is that fair game when I make one of the scrolls for golem making*
*yes, you cannot make golems but you can make scrolls of golem making I think. or whatever the official item is called. spell scroll right?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Umbraveth is near Zeon. "Hello, I dont suppose you would be willing to fight again would you?"
*I was saying it more vaguely, he's not really spying, just observant.*
"Fight? In what capacity?" Zeon asks, a hint of curiosity in his normally monotone voice.
"Come, we can talk in the tower."
He considers before noticing Correlion approaching.
The angel watches for a moment. “I did not mean to interrupt. Simply to confirm my suspicions, of your acquaintance here.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Umbravath looks up at Correlion. "Must you always follow me around?"
“Must you speak of me in every conversation you have?” Correlion raises an eyebrow. “It is bordering on obsession. Leave me be.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Umbraveth is near Zeon. "Hello, I dont suppose you would be willing to fight again would you?"
*I was saying it more vaguely, he's not really spying, just observant.*
"Fight? In what capacity?" Zeon asks, a hint of curiosity in his normally monotone voice.
"Come, we can talk in the tower."
He considers before noticing Correlion approaching.
The angel watches for a moment. “I did not mean to interrupt. Simply to confirm my suspicions, of your acquaintance here.”
*Sorry, but no stealth check or anything? I think it would be pretty hard to just happen to hear anything Umbraveth says when they haven’t interacted in awhile.*
The angel smiles somewhat. “More than well. The irritating insect is dead, and in chains. I have laid claim to my own layer. And.. I have garnered significant arcane power.” Correlion pauses at the last bit. “I may be capable of freeing you of your hunger.”
“Hope has been unfamiliar to me, with the dogs of hunger at my heels. I admit I had some small wisp of it after you stifled the creature Malrick, but this is still a pleasant surprise..” Bludspiter trails off, inhaling and exhaling evenly through the hole in its chest. “Have at it, Correlion. I will soon know if you were successful by the placid, uninterrupted line of my thoughts.”
Correlion hesitates for a moment, then places an open palm on Bludspiter’s shoulder. It mutters an arcane word softly, warmth transferring through its touch. Correlion casts Greater Restoration, upcasted at ninth level, breathing a soft exhale.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Umbravath looks up at Correlion. "Must you always follow me around?"
“Must you speak of me in every conversation you have?” Correlion raises an eyebrow. “It is bordering on obsession. Leave me be.”
*Just like you left Malrick be? Every conversation is taken up by his Name in your presence as well, except you are hardly as civil when talking about him.*
The rush of freezing water momentarily disorients it as he dives down towards the eerie blue light, only to resurface again from a large freeze pool of crystal clear water. The sound of howling blizzard strength winds rush around them as it is met with a frozen wasteland dotted with jagged peaks, the air thick with necromantic energies as they can see brief outlines of shades and specters watching them from the haze of the storm. Far off in the distance it sees what looks like flickers of light, towards the heart of this layer would be. At first, the blinding snow and fast pace winds threaten to hinder their movements and visibility, and then suddenly the sounds and intensity of the blizzard seems to dampen around them. It hasn't stopped, it is just being shielded from its negative effects by the master of this layer, allowing them easy access to travel.
Correlion fluffs out its wings, making an almost uncomfortable chirping sound as water drips from their armor. It continues forward to the center of the blizzard, secondary set of wings curled around itself to keep out the cold.
Correlion seems many undead creatures inhabiting the space; specters, shades, will o wisps, skeletons, zombies, and various others of all manner thriving in this necrotically rich land. A few creatures watch or trail him curiously, but none dare to approach too closely. Soon the blizzard subsides to a gentle snowfall as he reaches the center of the lair, a massive and ancient, mis-mashed necropolis that seems to hold all manner of ancient structures and marvels ripped from their time periods and history like a perfectly preserved museum display. Various undead creatures roam is ancient city, many undead variants of creatures long since extinct.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Umbraveth is near Zeon. "Hello, I dont suppose you would be willing to fight again would you?"
*I was saying it more vaguely, he's not really spying, just observant.*
"Fight? In what capacity?" Zeon asks, a hint of curiosity in his normally monotone voice.
"Come, we can talk in the tower."
He considers before noticing Correlion approaching.
The angel watches for a moment. “I did not mean to interrupt. Simply to confirm my suspicions, of your acquaintance here.”
*Sorry, but no stealth check or anything? I think it would be pretty hard to just happen to hear anything Umbraveth says when they haven’t interacted in awhile.*
*I mean, every single Malrick and Umbraveth conversation within the past several weeks has mentioned Correlion at least once. Correlion has also spoken to people Umbraveth has spoken to in the same area if I’m remembering correctly? I can roll a stealth check though if you really need it.*
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Umbravath looks up at Correlion. "Must you always follow me around?"
The rush of freezing water momentarily disorients the draconic entity as he dives down towards the eerie blue light, only to resurface again from a large freeze pool of crystal clear water. The sound of howling blizzard strength winds rush around them as it is met with a frozen wasteland dotted with jagged peaks, the air thick with necromantic energies as they can see brief outlines of shades and specters watching them from the haze of the storm. Far off in the distance it sees what looks like flickers of light, towards the heart of this layer would be. At first, the blinding snow and fast pace winds threaten to hinder their movements and visibility, and then suddenly the sounds and intensity of the blizzard seems to dampen around them. It hasn't stopped, it is just being shielded from its negative effects by the master of this layer, allowing them easy access to travel.
*Basically the same as with Correlion*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Correlion fluffs out its wings, making an almost uncomfortable chirping sound as water drips from their armor. It continues forward to the center of the blizzard, secondary set of wings curled around itself to keep out the cold.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Hope has been unfamiliar to me, with the dogs of hunger at my heels. I admit I had some small wisp of it after you stifled the creature Malrick, but this is still a pleasant surprise..” Bludspiter trails off, inhaling and exhaling evenly through the hole in its chest. “Have at it, Correlion. I will soon know if you were successful by the placid, uninterrupted line of my thoughts.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
The golem like creature finishes his armor, then sets out. Looking for food.
*yes, you cannot make golems but you can make scrolls of golem making I think. or whatever the official item is called. spell scroll right?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Huzzah loopholes are fun*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
The angel watches for a moment. “I did not mean to interrupt. Simply to confirm my suspicions, of your acquaintance here.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Must you speak of me in every conversation you have?” Correlion raises an eyebrow. “It is bordering on obsession. Leave me be.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Sorry, but no stealth check or anything? I think it would be pretty hard to just happen to hear anything Umbraveth says when they haven’t interacted in awhile.*
Correlion hesitates for a moment, then places an open palm on Bludspiter’s shoulder. It mutters an arcane word softly, warmth transferring through its touch. Correlion casts Greater Restoration, upcasted at ninth level, breathing a soft exhale.
— 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
*Just like you left Malrick be? Every conversation is taken up by his Name in your presence as well, except you are hardly as civil when talking about him.*
Correlion seems many undead creatures inhabiting the space; specters, shades, will o wisps, skeletons, zombies, and various others of all manner thriving in this necrotically rich land. A few creatures watch or trail him curiously, but none dare to approach too closely. Soon the blizzard subsides to a gentle snowfall as he reaches the center of the lair, a massive and ancient, mis-mashed necropolis that seems to hold all manner of ancient structures and marvels ripped from their time periods and history like a perfectly preserved museum display. Various undead creatures roam is ancient city, many undead variants of creatures long since extinct.
"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
*At this point it's becoming a faction war*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*oh, boy, I better get to making the Conferencier’s Layer!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Maybe it always has been*
"Hm, suspicions of what exactly?"
"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
*Nice!*
*I mean, every single Malrick and Umbraveth conversation within the past several weeks has mentioned Correlion at least once. Correlion has also spoken to people Umbraveth has spoken to in the same area if I’m remembering correctly? I can roll a stealth check though if you really need it.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Yes. Why don’t you leave us alone.”