The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
*I'm sorry but I can't deal with a three way meeting about this right now. Tomorrow morning I should be able to have that interaction.*
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
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The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
"Heh, nein. Ein Albtraum." He suddenly sinks it a low crouch and he moves the skull so that he holds it in both hands, facing you. "And what then, are you? Surely not a colorful bird nor a painted frog."
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
*because of the way that it works, we didn’t audition for individual roles (that’ll come later, next year when the show will be taking place) but I’m aiming to play either like the Trunchbull, one of Matilda’s parents, or one of the older kids. My hope is the Trunchbull.*
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
"Heh, nein. Ein Albtraum." He suddenly sinks it a low crouch and he moves the skull so that he holds it in both hands, facing you. "And what then, are you? Surely not a colorful bird nor a painted frog."
It considers this for a very long time, sitting back on the ground. “I am ignorance. And happiness. And bliss. I am safety, I am arrogance, and I am hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless!” It giggles, jumping up and cartwheeling towards Cherovni. “Tell me, what troubles you?”
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
*because of the way that it works, we didn’t audition for individual roles (that’ll come later, next year when the show will be taking place) but I’m aiming to play either like the Trunchbull, one of Matilda’s parents, or one of the older kids. My hope is the Trunchbull.*
*I see! School play I presume?* "Nice to meet you, is there shortened name you would have me call you by? What are you doing here this fine day?"
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
"My home land is Iriy, is Vyriy, is Vyrai. That distant country where the birds go when winter's bells chime and where drifting souls find rest. That country where a river of blood pours from a tainted throne and the spires of its castle hold hidden bones."
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
*because of the way that it works, we didn’t audition for individual roles (that’ll come later, next year when the show will be taking place) but I’m aiming to play either like the Trunchbull, one of Matilda’s parents, or one of the older kids. My hope is the Trunchbull.*
*I see! School play I presume?* "Nice to meet you, is there shortened name you would have me call you by? What are you doing here this fine day?"
“Call me the Conferencier! What May I call you?” He asks, smiling.
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
"Heh, nein. Ein Albtraum." He suddenly sinks it a low crouch and he moves the skull so that he holds it in both hands, facing you. "And what then, are you? Surely not a colorful bird nor a painted frog."
It considers this for a very long time, sitting back on the ground. “I am ignorance. And happiness. And bliss. I am safety, I am arrogance, and I am hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless!” It giggles, jumping up and cartwheeling towards Cherovni. “Tell me, what troubles you?”
"What can trouble Trouble?" He says softly, "What does fear have to be afraid of?"
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
"My home land is Iriy, is Vyriy, is Vyrai. That distant country where the birds go when winter's bells chime and where drifting souls find rest. That country where a river of blood pours from a tainted throne and the spires of its castle hold hidden bones."
“That sounds delicious! A river of blood? I would love that.”
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You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
"Heh, nein. Ein Albtraum." He suddenly sinks it a low crouch and he moves the skull so that he holds it in both hands, facing you. "And what then, are you? Surely not a colorful bird nor a painted frog."
It considers this for a very long time, sitting back on the ground. “I am ignorance. And happiness. And bliss. I am safety, I am arrogance, and I am hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless!” It giggles, jumping up and cartwheeling towards Cherovni. “Tell me, what troubles you?”
"What can trouble Trouble?" He says softly, "What does fear have to be afraid of?"
“Only fools are afraid of nothing! And fools have much to be afraid of.”
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
*because of the way that it works, we didn’t audition for individual roles (that’ll come later, next year when the show will be taking place) but I’m aiming to play either like the Trunchbull, one of Matilda’s parents, or one of the older kids. My hope is the Trunchbull.*
*I see! School play I presume?* "Nice to meet you, is there shortened name you would have me call you by? What are you doing here this fine day?"
“Call me the Conferencier! What May I call you?” He asks, smiling.
"malrick with be fine. In what manner did you end up here, if I may ask."
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I am am your host!”
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
*I'm sorry dude but I can't keep up with a three way role-play at this time of night. Especially not one as important as Malrik meeting Cherovni. We can do that interaction tomorrow if you want but remember that Cherovni's invitation did say to meet him alone and at his ruined tower and popping up in the middle of a conversation with someone else is not alone.*
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
"My home land is Iriy, is Vyriy, is Vyrai. That distant country where the birds go when winter's bells chime and where drifting souls find rest. That country where a river of blood pours from a tainted throne and the spires of its castle hold hidden bones."
“That sounds delicious! A river of blood? I would love that.”
"Vampires and werewolves come from all over the world to lap up its sanguine waters. Witches and wraiths travel there just to kiss the hand of their king. The catacombs of that country hold unfathomable secrets. Secrets that the heavenly host fears will be discovered."
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
"My home land is Iriy, is Vyriy, is Vyrai. That distant country where the birds go when winter's bells chime and where drifting souls find rest. That country where a river of blood pours from a tainted throne and the spires of its castle hold hidden bones."
“That sounds delicious! A river of blood? I would love that.”
"Vampires and werewolves come from all over the world to lap up its sanguine waters. Witches and wraiths travel there just to kiss the hand of their king. The catacombs of that country hold unfathomable secrets. Secrets that the heavenly host fears will be discovered."
“Maybe I am a vampire. Because I need that. Once I get out of here, that’ll be my first stop.”
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*I'm sorry but I can't deal with a three way meeting about this right now. Tomorrow morning I should be able to have that interaction.*
*That's great! What is the audition for?* "Vielen Dank für Ihre Gastfreundschaft "Wie heißen Sie?"
“Was fliegt sonst noch mitten in der Nacht durch den Himmel und stiehlt den Bauern lebenswichtige Ressourcen? Ein Geschäftsmann?” it responds, tilting its head.
"So many lose their younger years to death. It is the tragedy of tragedies."
*Matilda!*
“Ich bin der Zeremonienmeister des Curse Eater Cabaret!”
“What about you? Where do you hail from?”
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!
*Amazing I love that play what's your role?* by the way Dark is your character in two places at once or what?*
"Heh, nein. Ein Albtraum." He suddenly sinks it a low crouch and he moves the skull so that he holds it in both hands, facing you. "And what then, are you? Surely not a colorful bird nor a painted frog."
*because of the way that it works, we didn’t audition for individual roles (that’ll come later, next year when the show will be taking place) but I’m aiming to play either like the Trunchbull, one of Matilda’s parents, or one of the older kids. My hope is the Trunchbull.*
It considers this for a very long time, sitting back on the ground. “I am ignorance. And happiness. And bliss. I am safety, I am arrogance, and I am hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless!” It giggles, jumping up and cartwheeling towards Cherovni. “Tell me, what troubles you?”
*I see! School play I presume?* "Nice to meet you, is there shortened name you would have me call you by? What are you doing here this fine day?"
"My home land is Iriy, is Vyriy, is Vyrai. That distant country where the birds go when winter's bells chime and where drifting souls find rest. That country where a river of blood pours from a tainted throne and the spires of its castle hold hidden bones."
“Call me the Conferencier! What May I call you?” He asks, smiling.
"What can trouble Trouble?" He says softly, "What does fear have to be afraid of?"
“That sounds delicious! A river of blood? I would love that.”
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!
“Only fools are afraid of nothing! And fools have much to be afraid of.”
"malrick with be fine. In what manner did you end up here, if I may ask."
*I'm sorry dude but I can't keep up with a three way role-play at this time of night. Especially not one as important as Malrik meeting Cherovni. We can do that interaction tomorrow if you want but remember that Cherovni's invitation did say to meet him alone and at his ruined tower and popping up in the middle of a conversation with someone else is not alone.*
"Vampires and werewolves come from all over the world to lap up its sanguine waters. Witches and wraiths travel there just to kiss the hand of their king. The catacombs of that country hold unfathomable secrets. Secrets that the heavenly host fears will be discovered."
“Maybe I am a vampire. Because I need that. Once I get out of here, that’ll be my first stop.”
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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