Umbraveth sits on the top of the tower. Looking out over profanus. He begins to ascend, he now rests in the tower, but in his own plane. "I have waited long for this, but I wish I could be here with you." He is now surrounded in a city, covered in darkness. *Ill write the details later.*
*Umbraveth-Malrick ship confirmed?*
*It's the second ship I have spotted in this thread. XD*
*I started both, and both contain Malrick.*
*The one I'm thinking of doesn't include Malrick at all.*
*Which one?*
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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!
*Noooooooooo. Bad Coronet. Btw I have a question for you, but it might make me seem impatient, but when do you think you’ll be done with your character for the thingy?*
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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!
The Conferencier has not left the Cabaret in multiple days. More and more creatures flock to see the shows, to live a little, to party, to forget about everything outside… for just a little while, right?
…right?
the Conferencier cackles, laughs, and dances across the stage as the entire rickety building shakes. All doors in the building beside the entrance open and close violently, flashing white and black and white and black and white and black. The lights go wild, from pink to blue to green and then back, the floating lanterns spinning around the room. Performers swing across the stage on ropes, dance crazily, and invite the unholy members of the crowd up there with them. The entrance swings open, and then shut again.
the Curseater Cabaret is reborn. Only available through the red wooden doors at the entrance, the three story building becomes something much more. Every door besides the front ones leads to a room it never lead to before. A room that didn’t exist. And the doors in that room to another, and another, and another, and another. Staircases, wooden elevators, and other strange contraptions transport you between floors. There seem to be at least 20 floors, ten above ground level and ten below, though more may be discovered. The unending new rooms consist of sleeping quarters, bars, bigger, better, and larger stages, and anything and everything else such a place could need. And a little bit more, too. Now, it is an endless rolling dreamscape of doors, stairs, lights, drinks, and party. Be careful not to get lost.
as an influx of unholy beings begins to make their way through the front door to inhabit the new layer, the Conferencier chuckles, standing on a raised platform upon the main stage, now having procured a top hat.
“Willkommen im Curseater-Kabarett! Bienvenue au Cabaret Curseater ! Welcome to the Curseater Cabaret! Bleiben Sie noch ein bisschen, wir werden Spaß haben! Restez encore un peu, on va s'amuser ! Stay a little while, we’ll have some fun! Ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! Je suis votre hôte ! I am your host! Wir haben Essen! Und wir haben Unterhaltung! On a de la nourriture ! Et on a du divertissement ! We have food! And we have entertainment! Wir haben hier keine Probleme! nous n'avons aucun problème ici ! We have no Troubles Here! Trinkt, meine Freunde! Trinkt das feinste Blut aus euren Bechern! Buvez, mes amis ! Buvez le meilleur sang dans vos coupes ! Drink, my friends! Drink the finest wine from your chalices!”
and with that, the floor opens up under him and he disappears. Layer details coming later :>
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_-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.”
*Noooooooooo. Bad Coronet. Btw I have a question for you, but it might make me seem impatient, but when do you think you’ll be done with your character for the thingy?*
*It's all good, probably by friday at the latest.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Noooooooooo. Bad Coronet. Btw I have a question for you, but it might make me seem impatient, but when do you think you’ll be done with your character for the thingy?*
*It's all good, probably by friday at the latest.*
*Thanks! That gives me plenty of time.*
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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!
The Conferencier has not left the Cabaret in multiple days. More and more creatures flock to see the shows, to live a little, to party, to forget about everything outside… for just a little while, right?
…right?
the Conferencier cackles, laughs, and dances across the stage as the entire rickety building shakes. All doors in the building beside the entrance open and close violently, flashing white and black and white and black and white and black. The lights go wild, from pink to blue to green and then back, the floating lanterns spinning around the room. Performers swing across the stage on ropes, dance crazily, and invite the unholy members of the crowd up there with them. The entrance swings open, and then shut again.
the Curseater Cabaret is reborn. Only available through the red wooden doors at the entrance, the three story building becomes something much more. Every door besides the front ones leads to a room it never lead to before. A room that didn’t exist. And the doors in that room to another, and another, and another, and another. Staircases, wooden elevators, and other strange contraptions transport you between floors. There seem to be at least 20 floors, ten above ground level and ten below, though more may be discovered. The unending new rooms consist of sleeping quarters, bars, bigger, better, and larger stages, and anything and everything else such a place could need. And a little bit more, too. Now, it is an endless rolling dreamscape of doors, stairs, lights, drinks, and party. Be careful not to get lost.
as an influx of unholy beings begins to make their way through the front door to inhabit the new layer, the Conferencier chuckles, standing on a raised platform upon the main stage, now having procured a top hat.
“Willkommen im Curseater-Kabarett! Bienvenue au Cabaret Curseater ! Welcome to the Curseater Cabaret! Bleiben Sie noch ein bisschen, wir werden Spaß haben! Restez encore un peu, on va s'amuser ! Stay a little while, we’ll have some fun! Ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! Je suis votre hôte ! I am your host! Wir haben Essen! Und wir haben Unterhaltung! On a de la nourriture ! Et on a du divertissement ! We have food! And we have entertainment! Wir haben hier keine Probleme! nous n'avons aucun problème ici ! We have no Troubles Here! Trinkt, meine Freunde! Trinkt das feinste Blut aus euren Bechern! Buvez, mes amis ! Buvez le meilleur sang dans vos coupes ! Drink, my friends! Drink the finest wine from your chalices!”
and with that, the floor opens up under him and he disappears. Layer details coming later :>
*AWESOME*
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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!
Umbraveth sits on the top of the tower. Looking out over profanus. He begins to ascend, he now rests in the tower, but in his own plane. "I have waited long for this, but I wish I could be here with you." He is now surrounded in a city, covered in darkness. *Ill write the details later.*
*Umbraveth-Malrick ship confirmed?*
*It's the second ship I have spotted in this thread. XD*
*I started both, and both contain Malrick.*
*The one I'm thinking of doesn't include Malrick at all.*
yraeon is cast into the abyss. It appears dazed, and tries to catch its breath, before looking around, confused.
*I have an idea for another, but I want to ask the mods if it can be a construct, come in with a handful of cultists, and take radiant damage from the corrupted soul trait instead of necrotic.*
Kal flies above Yraeon, smiling and waving. “Hello, new friend!”
"where is this?"
“This is Tenebris Sine Fine, the Endless Dark, also known as torture!”
"What are you?"
“Kalkin the vulture, at your service!”
"kal-kin. too sharp. still okay."
“My name is indeed sharp. You may call me Kal.”
"okay. where food?"
“What kind of food do you like? I have some blood.”
"blood okay. need meat, though."
*sorry, computer ran out of battery and had trouble starting up*
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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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)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
“They leap at the first taste of blood.” Correlion says, with a small smile. “In truth, I do love battle. I do not care for the reasons that these people attack me. Their lifeblood will spill all the same. I only grow stronger as time goes on.”
"I might still be tempted into joining the fray, but I don't see a reason to make you an enemy at this moment. Not that I think I am at a level where I could confidently assume I could take you on. I did not survive a century of warfare by ignoring the strength of others..."
The angel gives him a slight nod. “Should we ever meet on the field of battle, I shall not hold back. It is the courtesy I extend to you, and one that I hope I will receive in kind. You are interesting, and I respect your worldview. A century of warfare is further back than my memory stretches, so I do hope that I am capable of holding my own in open scale conflict.” Correlion glances at Umbraveth before turning back to Zeon. “And if you do intend to surrender yourself to the servitude to another, choose one you respect. There are very few here with the morality and skill I would consider ever confining myself in service towards. Words mean nothing in this wretched place. Watch, and observe the actions of those around you.” Correlion gently smiles again. “I suggest you meet the Confirencier, or perhaps Coronet, but both are quite mysterious. Bludspiter would also love to discuss moral theory with you.”
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Correlion is in the nearby area, knelt on the ground with a hand pressed to the floor.
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The Conferencier has not left the Cabaret in multiple days. More and more creatures flock to see the shows, to live a little, to party, to forget about everything outside… for just a little while, right?
…right?
the Conferencier cackles, laughs, and dances across the stage as the entire rickety building shakes. All doors in the building beside the entrance open and close violently, flashing white and black and white and black and white and black. The lights go wild, from pink to blue to green and then back, the floating lanterns spinning around the room. Performers swing across the stage on ropes, dance crazily, and invite the unholy members of the crowd up there with them. The entrance swings open, and then shut again.
the Curseater Cabaret is reborn. Only available through the red wooden doors at the entrance, the three story building becomes something much more. Every door besides the front ones leads to a room it never lead to before. A room that didn’t exist. And the doors in that room to another, and another, and another, and another. Staircases, wooden elevators, and other strange contraptions transport you between floors. There seem to be at least 20 floors, ten above ground level and ten below, though more may be discovered. The unending new rooms consist of sleeping quarters, bars, bigger, better, and larger stages, and anything and everything else such a place could need. And a little bit more, too. Now, it is an endless rolling dreamscape of doors, stairs, lights, drinks, and party. Be careful not to get lost.
as an influx of unholy beings begins to make their way through the front door to inhabit the new layer, the Conferencier chuckles, standing on a raised platform upon the main stage, now having procured a top hat.
“Willkommen im Curseater-Kabarett! Bienvenue au Cabaret Curseater ! Welcome to the Curseater Cabaret! Bleiben Sie noch ein bisschen, wir werden Spaß haben! Restez encore un peu, on va s'amuser ! Stay a little while, we’ll have some fun! Ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! Je suis votre hôte ! I am your host! Wir haben Essen! Und wir haben Unterhaltung! On a de la nourriture ! Et on a du divertissement ! We have food! And we have entertainment! Wir haben hier keine Probleme! nous n'avons aucun problème ici ! We have no Troubles Here! Trinkt, meine Freunde! Trinkt das feinste Blut aus euren Bechern! Buvez, mes amis ! Buvez le meilleur sang dans vos coupes ! Drink, my friends! Drink the finest wine from your chalices!”
and with that, the floor opens up under him and he disappears. Layer details coming later :>
*this is really awesome btw I love the design :3*
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“Hello, strange pair of glowing eyes.” Correlion replies, not looking up.
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“I suppose you could say that. Is there something you needed?”
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*Which one?*
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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*Its a secret. >:)*
"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
*Noooooooooo. Bad Coronet. Btw I have a question for you, but it might make me seem impatient, but when do you think you’ll be done with your character for the thingy?*
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!
Extended Signature!
The Conferencier has not left the Cabaret in multiple days. More and more creatures flock to see the shows, to live a little, to party, to forget about everything outside… for just a little while, right?
…right?
the Conferencier cackles, laughs, and dances across the stage as the entire rickety building shakes. All doors in the building beside the entrance open and close violently, flashing white and black and white and black and white and black. The lights go wild, from pink to blue to green and then back, the floating lanterns spinning around the room. Performers swing across the stage on ropes, dance crazily, and invite the unholy members of the crowd up there with them. The entrance swings open, and then shut again.
the Curseater Cabaret is reborn. Only available through the red wooden doors at the entrance, the three story building becomes something much more. Every door besides the front ones leads to a room it never lead to before. A room that didn’t exist. And the doors in that room to another, and another, and another, and another. Staircases, wooden elevators, and other strange contraptions transport you between floors. There seem to be at least 20 floors, ten above ground level and ten below, though more may be discovered. The unending new rooms consist of sleeping quarters, bars, bigger, better, and larger stages, and anything and everything else such a place could need. And a little bit more, too. Now, it is an endless rolling dreamscape of doors, stairs, lights, drinks, and party. Be careful not to get lost.
as an influx of unholy beings begins to make their way through the front door to inhabit the new layer, the Conferencier chuckles, standing on a raised platform upon the main stage, now having procured a top hat.
“Willkommen im Curseater-Kabarett! Bienvenue au Cabaret Curseater ! Welcome to the Curseater Cabaret! Bleiben Sie noch ein bisschen, wir werden Spaß haben! Restez encore un peu, on va s'amuser ! Stay a little while, we’ll have some fun! Ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! Je suis votre hôte ! I am your host! Wir haben Essen! Und wir haben Unterhaltung! On a de la nourriture ! Et on a du divertissement ! We have food! And we have entertainment! Wir haben hier keine Probleme! nous n'avons aucun problème ici ! We have no Troubles Here! Trinkt, meine Freunde! Trinkt das feinste Blut aus euren Bechern! Buvez, mes amis ! Buvez le meilleur sang dans vos coupes ! Drink, my friends! Drink the finest wine from your chalices!”
and with that, the floor opens up under him and he disappears. Layer details coming later :>
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.”
*It's all good, probably by friday at the latest.*
"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
*don’t worry about translating all of the German and French nonsense, it’s just him saying the same things in German, then french, then English.*
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.”
*Thanks! That gives me plenty of time.*
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!
Extended Signature!
*AWESOME*
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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It's not a ship, they're JUST FRIENDS.
*its okay*
"thank you"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
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)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
Umbraveth slides into the blue light.
The pair of red lights are hovering around
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The angel gives him a slight nod. “Should we ever meet on the field of battle, I shall not hold back. It is the courtesy I extend to you, and one that I hope I will receive in kind. You are interesting, and I respect your worldview. A century of warfare is further back than my memory stretches, so I do hope that I am capable of holding my own in open scale conflict.” Correlion glances at Umbraveth before turning back to Zeon. “And if you do intend to surrender yourself to the servitude to another, choose one you respect. There are very few here with the morality and skill I would consider ever confining myself in service towards. Words mean nothing in this wretched place. Watch, and observe the actions of those around you.” Correlion gently smiles again. “I suggest you meet the Confirencier, or perhaps Coronet, but both are quite mysterious. Bludspiter would also love to discuss moral theory with you.”
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Correlion is in the nearby area, knelt on the ground with a hand pressed to the floor.
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*this is really awesome btw I love the design :3*
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'Ah, hello there'
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“Hello, strange pair of glowing eyes.” Correlion replies, not looking up.
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'Hello to you too. Good day, isn't it?'
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“I suppose you could say that. Is there something you needed?”
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ