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.*
*I can’t really tell what you’re saying, sorry. Could you rephrase?*
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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.*
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.
Correlion nods to each accordingly, giving them a respectful amount of space. It glances up at the sky for a moment before entering the necropolis, in a somewhat relaxed position with weapons undrawn.
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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.*
*I can’t really tell what you’re saying, sorry. Could you rephrase?*
*sure*
“You act like you are any different, you mention Malrick constantly. Except you leap at every chance to ruin his name.”
“I have heard of those mobilizing against me.” Correlion folds their wings in. “For rather idiotic reasons. I have been labeled evil by former king Malrick. As if.. we are not all creatures trapped here for our evil. I would not be so attentive to such labels if it did not incentivize the foolish to attack me for reasons such as those.”
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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.
Giratina deeply inhales the dark air, relishing in its scent. It then begins walking towards the center and away from the blizzard.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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.*
*I can’t really tell what you’re saying, sorry. Could you rephrase?*
*sure*
“You act like you are any different, you mention Malrick constantly. Except you leap at every chance to ruin his name.”
“No I do not.” The angel replies. “You are.. incredibly misinformed. I hate speaking of Malrick. He irritates me, as a roach skitters around ones household. I spoke of him as necessary with Bludspiter and Max, of course, but I find no need to speak of him any longer. He is dead, and I am at peace with his death. I did come to an agreement to not attack his allies simply for being allied with him. I do not care for his idealology or alliance - I simply found Malrick himself in opposition to me.”
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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.*
*I can’t really tell what you’re saying, sorry. Could you rephrase?*
*sure*
“You act like you are any different, you mention Malrick constantly. Except you leap at every chance to ruin his name.”
“No I do not.” The angel replies. “You are.. incredibly misinformed. I hate speaking of Malrick. He irritates me, as a roach skitters around ones household. I spoke of him as necessary with Bludspiter and Max, of course, but I find no need to speak of him any longer. He is dead, and I am at peace with his death. I did come to an agreement to not attack his allies simply for being allied with him. I do not care for his idealology or alliance - I simply found Malrick himself in opposition to me.”
“Strange as he told you many times he was not, but never mind. His sacrifice is already made.
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.
Bludspiter seems unaffected for a brief moment, but the spell quickly spreads into its flesh, causing it to breathe quickly and shallowly, trying to bring itself under control. Its spiked shield sloughs from its arm, revealing a suitably massive six-digit hand for Bludspiter’s ten-foot stature underneath, still contained in its carapace of bone. Its tentacle retracts and splits into countless new tendrils, wrapping and plaiting over each other to form a second hand of exposed muscle. Plates of bone quickly grow over that limb too, driven faster by Bludspiter’s rapid growth and shrinking with each new breath. The shield falls to the ground and on its face with a heavy clunk, any insignia long since worn away from the solid iron.
The gaping hole in its chest shrinks and seals closed for the first time since it crawled into this wretched hell, and Bludspiter fumbles with new, clumsy fingers across its chest, checking again and again that the manifestation of hunger is truly vanished. It finally allows its arms to fall to its side, satisfied that while monstrous in aspect and history, it is at least in command of its own mind. It picks up the round shield and uses the worn and faded strap to sling it over its back, an easy and familiar motion, and sighs through invisibly slender seams in the armour of its neck and shoulders. Finally, its head inclines toward Correlion, a gesture the angel recognises as signalling Bludspiter’s blind gaze is fixed upon it. “I thank you, Correlion. In my madness, I could have even turned upon you, were I desperate enough. Now I know when the battle-thirst is on me I can call it to heel and be sure of obedience. The dog of hunger wears a stout and strong chain and collar.” Bludspiter thumbs some dirt from the ground and considers. “I no longer need to eat. What should I do now?”
“Strange as he told you many times he was not, but never mind. His sacrifice is already made.
“As it was. You have no need to seek further blood spilt.”
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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.
Correlion nods to each accordingly, giving them a respectful amount of space. It glances up at the sky for a moment before entering the necropolis, in a somewhat relaxed position with weapons undrawn.
He sees buildings off all sorts aligned in a way that oddly works to create a oddly beautiful city while still being clear these structures were not meant to be build in the same vicinity. A few even seem familiar to him somehow. Dwarven forge halls, elven music halls, halfling cottages, orc arenas, even structures of angelic origins, fortresses that would have been build to hold locations outside of the heavens against opposing forces. The building s become grandeur and more elaborate the deeper into the city one goes, Massive and decadent religious capels to various gods, tall ancient temples and mausoleums, grand colosseums, and glorious castles showcasing the grandest displays of power and prestige of these various cultures the structures were taken from.
In the center of the city however are tree building, wholly unique that tower above the rest. One is a massive building made entirely of black stone, a grand library displaying purple banners with a single grinning black dragon skull facing to the left. In the eye socket is the abyssal rune for knowledge. The second building is made entirely of bones, the entrance displaying a perfectly preserved taxidermy demon lord on his back being overpowered by a skeletal recreation of Coronet in a display of victory of her foe. The purple banners here show a right facing grinning dragon scroll, the abyssal rune for power in the dragon's eye socket. The last, grandest, and tallest building is a massive castle made entirely of ice, stone, and precious metals. The purple banners here show a forward facing black dragon skull, the abyssal runes for undeath.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I have heard of those mobilizing against me.” Correlion folds their wings in. “For rather idiotic reasons. I have been labeled evil by former king Malrick. As if.. we are not all creatures trapped here for our evil. I would not be so attentive to such labels if it did not incentivize the foolish to attack me for reasons such as those.”
"Then I am to assume that this one is asking me to fight against you then. In truth, I have no stake in this conflict, but my nature compels me to fight for it is what I am made for." Zeon says simply.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Bludspiter seems unaffected for a brief moment, but the spell quickly spreads into its flesh, causing it to breathe quickly and shallowly, trying to bring itself under control. Its spiked shield sloughs from its arm, revealing a suitably massive six-digit hand for Bludspiter’s ten-foot stature underneath, still contained in its carapace of bone. Its tentacle retracts and splits into countless new tendrils, wrapping and plaiting over each other to form a second hand of exposed muscle. Plates of bone quickly grow over that limb too, driven faster by Bludspiter’s rapid growth and shrinking with each new breath. The shield falls to the ground and on its face with a heavy clunk, any insignia long since worn away from the solid iron.
The gaping hole in its chest shrinks and seals closed for the first time since it crawled into this wretched hell, and Bludspiter fumbles with new, clumsy fingers across its chest, checking again and again that the manifestation of hunger is truly vanished. It finally allows its arms to fall to its side, satisfied that while monstrous in aspect and history, it is at least in command of its own mind. It picks up the round shield and uses the worn and faded strap to sling it over its back, an easy and familiar motion, and sighs through invisibly slender seams in the armour of its neck and shoulders. Finally, its head inclines toward Correlion, a gesture the angel recognises as signalling Bludspiter’s blind gaze is fixed upon it. “I thank you, Correlion. In my madness, I could have even turned upon you, were I desperate enough. Now I know when the battle-thirst is on me I can call it to heel and be sure of obedience. The dog of hunger wears a stout and strong chain and collar.” Bludspiter thumbs some dirt from the ground and considers. “I no longer need to eat. What should I do now?”
The angel watches in complete silence, wings curling a bit as its feathers puff up slightly, like a bird posturing. Bludspiter, since it is blind, doesn’t notice the slight dazed look overcome their features, a hint of embarrassment causing their face to take on a slightly silly look. It remains silent for the duration, before it finally catches its voice again. “You.. should do as you wish.” Correlion says finally. “But, if you would like, I could.. would.. gladly show you around my newfound layer.” They waver a bit, wings curling up further.
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“Strange as he told you many times he was not, but never mind. His sacrifice is already made.
“As it was. You have no need to seek further blood spilt.”
"Then why did you kill him. Then trap his soul away forever?"
“I killed him because his entire being irritated me.” Correlion says simply. “This would typically not be a problem, yet he had attempted to lure me into a trap much earlier, as well as pull Max away from my arcane teachings. In addition, a mild irritation can become deadly when it reaches a certain level of power. As for his soul? It was so that he would not return with vengeance.”
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*I mean, the thread's premise and character creation sort of encourages this to be fair*
"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
*I can’t really tell what you’re saying, sorry. Could you rephrase?*
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Rip so who is on who's side I know I'm with correllion*
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
*that’s wasn’t meant out of character*
*ooh, I have the potential to make the new Cabaret so cursed, I’m gonna do it…*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Correlion nods to each accordingly, giving them a respectful amount of space. It glances up at the sky for a moment before entering the necropolis, in a somewhat relaxed position with weapons undrawn.
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*sure*
“You act like you are any different, you mention Malrick constantly. Except you leap at every chance to ruin his name.”
*Cant wait.*
“I have heard of those mobilizing against me.” Correlion folds their wings in. “For rather idiotic reasons. I have been labeled evil by former king Malrick. As if.. we are not all creatures trapped here for our evil. I would not be so attentive to such labels if it did not incentivize the foolish to attack me for reasons such as those.”
— 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
Giratina deeply inhales the dark air, relishing in its scent. It then begins walking towards the center and away from the blizzard.
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!
“No I do not.” The angel replies. “You are.. incredibly misinformed. I hate speaking of Malrick. He irritates me, as a roach skitters around ones household. I spoke of him as necessary with Bludspiter and Max, of course, but I find no need to speak of him any longer. He is dead, and I am at peace with his death. I did come to an agreement to not attack his allies simply for being allied with him. I do not care for his idealology or alliance - I simply found Malrick himself in opposition to me.”
— 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
“Strange as he told you many times he was not, but never mind. His sacrifice is already made.
Bludspiter seems unaffected for a brief moment, but the spell quickly spreads into its flesh, causing it to breathe quickly and shallowly, trying to bring itself under control. Its spiked shield sloughs from its arm, revealing a suitably massive six-digit hand for Bludspiter’s ten-foot stature underneath, still contained in its carapace of bone. Its tentacle retracts and splits into countless new tendrils, wrapping and plaiting over each other to form a second hand of exposed muscle. Plates of bone quickly grow over that limb too, driven faster by Bludspiter’s rapid growth and shrinking with each new breath. The shield falls to the ground and on its face with a heavy clunk, any insignia long since worn away from the solid iron.
The gaping hole in its chest shrinks and seals closed for the first time since it crawled into this wretched hell, and Bludspiter fumbles with new, clumsy fingers across its chest, checking again and again that the manifestation of hunger is truly vanished. It finally allows its arms to fall to its side, satisfied that while monstrous in aspect and history, it is at least in command of its own mind. It picks up the round shield and uses the worn and faded strap to sling it over its back, an easy and familiar motion, and sighs through invisibly slender seams in the armour of its neck and shoulders. Finally, its head inclines toward Correlion, a gesture the angel recognises as signalling Bludspiter’s blind gaze is fixed upon it. “I thank you, Correlion. In my madness, I could have even turned upon you, were I desperate enough. Now I know when the battle-thirst is on me I can call it to heel and be sure of obedience. The dog of hunger wears a stout and strong chain and collar.” Bludspiter thumbs some dirt from the ground and considers. “I no longer need to eat. What should I do now?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“As it was. You have no need to seek further blood spilt.”
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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
"Then why did you kill him. Then trap his soul away forever?"
He sees buildings off all sorts aligned in a way that oddly works to create a oddly beautiful city while still being clear these structures were not meant to be build in the same vicinity. A few even seem familiar to him somehow. Dwarven forge halls, elven music halls, halfling cottages, orc arenas, even structures of angelic origins, fortresses that would have been build to hold locations outside of the heavens against opposing forces. The building s become grandeur and more elaborate the deeper into the city one goes, Massive and decadent religious capels to various gods, tall ancient temples and mausoleums, grand colosseums, and glorious castles showcasing the grandest displays of power and prestige of these various cultures the structures were taken from.
In the center of the city however are tree building, wholly unique that tower above the rest. One is a massive building made entirely of black stone, a grand library displaying purple banners with a single grinning black dragon skull facing to the left. In the eye socket is the abyssal rune for knowledge. The second building is made entirely of bones, the entrance displaying a perfectly preserved taxidermy demon lord on his back being overpowered by a skeletal recreation of Coronet in a display of victory of her foe. The purple banners here show a right facing grinning dragon scroll, the abyssal rune for power in the dragon's eye socket. The last, grandest, and tallest building is a massive castle made entirely of ice, stone, and precious metals. The purple banners here show a forward facing black dragon skull, the abyssal runes for undeath.
"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
"Then I am to assume that this one is asking me to fight against you then. In truth, I have no stake in this conflict, but my nature compels me to fight for it is what I am made for." Zeon says simply.
"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
The angel watches in complete silence, wings curling a bit as its feathers puff up slightly, like a bird posturing. Bludspiter, since it is blind, doesn’t notice the slight dazed look overcome their features, a hint of embarrassment causing their face to take on a slightly silly look. It remains silent for the duration, before it finally catches its voice again. “You.. should do as you wish.” Correlion says finally. “But, if you would like, I could.. would.. gladly show you around my newfound layer.” They waver a bit, wings curling up further.
— 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
“I killed him because his entire being irritated me.” Correlion says simply. “This would typically not be a problem, yet he had attempted to lure me into a trap much earlier, as well as pull Max away from my arcane teachings. In addition, a mild irritation can become deadly when it reaches a certain level of power. As for his soul? It was so that he would not return with vengeance.”
— 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
*cyno how many dread points do you need to maximize correllion?*
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