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.*
*No problem, I wasn't interaction with Cherovni's character just wondering something, we can have the meeting tomorrow.
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.”
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
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.”
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
“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.”
"Oh, but that land has passed away long ago. Somewhere it slipped away into the dreams of Russia. But it shall return once more. I still dream of it and one day, those dreams will take form. Tell me, how would you like a place in that kingdom?"
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
"I don't believe you." He says with a smile that looks ghastly on his skullish face.
“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.”
"Oh, but that land has passed away long ago. Somewhere it slipped away into the dreams of Russia. But it shall return once more. I still dream of it and one day, those dreams will take form. Tell me, how would you like a place in that kingdom?"
“I would like to build my own kingdom. Where every river is blood and the land is living, breathing flesh.”
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"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
"I don't believe you." He says with a smile that looks ghastly on his skullish face.
“And why’s that?” He asks, doing a handstand, still maintaining eye contact.
“Maybe I am a vampire. Because I need that. Once I get out of here, that’ll be my first stop.”
"Oh, but that land has passed away long ago. Somewhere it slipped away into the dreams of Russia. But it shall return once more. I still dream of it and one day, those dreams will take form. Tell me, how would you like a place in that kingdom?"
“I would like to build my own kingdom. Where every river is blood and the land is living, breathing flesh.”
"What hope do you have, a flitting thing who can't remember their own past, of truly establishing a kingdom? No, that task requires the knowledge of one who lived the old days and stalked the night before that. Who truly dwelt in old Iriy. Who dreams of times gone by and times yet to come."
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
"I don't believe you." He says with a smile that looks ghastly on his skullish face.
“And why’s that?” He asks, doing a handstand, still maintaining eye contact.
"The folly of fools is to believe they are wise. No fool believes themselves to be one. But you recognize your foolishness as what it is, and thus become wise."
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
"I don't believe you." He says with a smile that looks ghastly on his skullish face.
“And why’s that?” He asks, doing a handstand, still maintaining eye contact.
"The folly of fools is to believe they are wise. No fool believes themselves to be one. But you recognize your foolishness as what it is, and thus become wise."
He giggles. “Ahaha! You have some brains in that ol’ skull of yours! But I am smart enough not to tell a nightmare my fears, haha!”
“Maybe I am a vampire. Because I need that. Once I get out of here, that’ll be my first stop.”
"Oh, but that land has passed away long ago. Somewhere it slipped away into the dreams of Russia. But it shall return once more. I still dream of it and one day, those dreams will take form. Tell me, how would you like a place in that kingdom?"
“I would like to build my own kingdom. Where every river is blood and the land is living, breathing flesh.”
"What hope do you have, a flitting thing who can't remember their own past, of truly establishing a kingdom? No, that task requires the knowledge of one who lived the old days and stalked the night before that. Who truly dwelt in old Iriy. Who dreams of times gone by and times yet to come."
“Well now, don’t go insulting possible allies.”
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“And why’s that?” He asks, doing a handstand, still maintaining eye contact.
"The folly of fools is to believe they are wise. No fool believes themselves to be one. But you recognize your foolishness as what it is, and thus become wise."
He giggles. “Ahaha! You have some brains in that ol’ skull of yours! But I am smart enough not to tell a nightmare my fears, haha!”
"It sounds like we are two wise fools. Too smart to trust, too fearful to fear." He says this and he somehow looks somber as he looks away from you and down the boiling stream.
“I would like to build my own kingdom. Where every river is blood and the land is living, breathing flesh.”
"What hope do you have, a flitting thing who can't remember their own past, of truly establishing a kingdom? No, that task requires the knowledge of one who lived the old days and stalked the night before that. Who truly dwelt in old Iriy. Who dreams of times gone by and times yet to come."
“Well now, don’t go insulting possible allies.”
"I mean no insult. I merely wish to guide you to the truth. The only way you'll ever see the fields and rivers of Iriy is if you follow the king who knows the way."
The snake sways in the air, considering what you've said. "All right then. My master has had many names over the years but now he goes by Cherovni. I've seen a few of the other Unholy Ones down here but a rare few seem to be as old as him. He's a different breed. Born from the first blood spilt by man, he is an unholy vampire god. He often wears the form of a dead, Slavic warlord but his true form is the much more bestial and savage shape of a giant vampire bat. And even then, there might be others beneath that. He is like a fathomless wellspring of blood. Soft and smooth on the surface, but the deeper you go the more bodies you find in that sanguine pool. He has fought against the heavenly hosts for ages and now desires to establish his own realm, rather than conquer theirs. Back in the olden days, there was a kingdom in the mortal plane that touched the heavens called Iriy near what is now known as Russia. Cherovni dwelt there once, but his touch corrupted the place and turned the city of heaven into a city of hell. He longs to reestablish his vision of Iriy but there is no heaven in his sight. He will strive to create a dream of a Russia long ago, but he is capable of creating only nightmares."
The serpent bows his head slightly pausing for a moment. "There is an old ruin here in Profanus that he has chosen as his roost. He has covered the stones in an ancient language no one but him and his closest followers knows. He says it's a history of his forgotten paradise, Iriy, but I know the true reason behind those blood written words. He is ancient, and he is old. He has spent a lot of power over the millennia, and if he is killed again he is not sure he will recall his past when he recovers. He has recorded his past in blood upon the walls of his keep in the hopes that if he is vanquished, he will come upon those words and remember his life once more, if you can call it that."
The angel listens carefully, appearing thoughtful as it folds its wings underneath itself. “The first step then would be to slay him. Then, destroy the writing on the walls. If, of course, it is that simple. He should reform upon death, though death may break thy bond with him. I have gathered allies, enough to possibly lay siege into this establishment. I will spare you the details, but I would first like to inquire if this is truly thy wish, and thou would like me to slay him. I am neutral in the matter - his death is of little importance to me other than a simple siphon of strength.”
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The fallen angel has taken to constructing a roost, a massive nest in an old tree near the outskirts of Profanus. It’s hidden amongst the decaying leaves, the old oak graying and veined with black ash. The nest itself seems to be comprised of expertly woven sticks, creating a spherical den nestled into the branches. The entryway is warded with blood, a trail of crimson petals leading into the nest itself.
The tree seems to be returning to life from the angel’s influence. Its decaying branches have sprouted crimson red leaves, which rain softly along the ground.
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A trio come running up. The one who seems to be the leader speaks "why are you two fighting?"
Giratina turns to look at them for a second. "This fool shall be destroyed for his insolence. I advise you not to interfere, or you shall be next."
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*No problem, I wasn't interaction with Cherovni's character just wondering something, we can have the meeting tomorrow.
"I've wrapped myself tight in terror for so long, it feels more like a warm garment than anything else. What are you afraid of, little leaper, clownish creeper?"
“Oh, were you not listening to what I was saying? Fools are afraid of nothing. I am a fool! A clever one at that, but still a fool. I wouldn’t be down here with all of you if I wasn’t, would I?”
"Oh, but that land has passed away long ago. Somewhere it slipped away into the dreams of Russia. But it shall return once more. I still dream of it and one day, those dreams will take form. Tell me, how would you like a place in that kingdom?"
"I don't believe you." He says with a smile that looks ghastly on his skullish face.
“I would like to build my own kingdom. Where every river is blood and the land is living, breathing flesh.”
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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“And why’s that?” He asks, doing a handstand, still maintaining eye contact.
"What hope do you have, a flitting thing who can't remember their own past, of truly establishing a kingdom? No, that task requires the knowledge of one who lived the old days and stalked the night before that. Who truly dwelt in old Iriy. Who dreams of times gone by and times yet to come."
"The folly of fools is to believe they are wise. No fool believes themselves to be one. But you recognize your foolishness as what it is, and thus become wise."
He giggles. “Ahaha! You have some brains in that ol’ skull of yours! But I am smart enough not to tell a nightmare my fears, haha!”
“Well now, don’t go insulting possible allies.”
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 sounds like we are two wise fools. Too smart to trust, too fearful to fear." He says this and he somehow looks somber as he looks away from you and down the boiling stream.
"I mean no insult. I merely wish to guide you to the truth. The only way you'll ever see the fields and rivers of Iriy is if you follow the king who knows the way."
The angel listens carefully, appearing thoughtful as it folds its wings underneath itself. “The first step then would be to slay him. Then, destroy the writing on the walls. If, of course, it is that simple. He should reform upon death, though death may break thy bond with him. I have gathered allies, enough to possibly lay siege into this establishment. I will spare you the details, but I would first like to inquire if this is truly thy wish, and thou would like me to slay him. I am neutral in the matter - his death is of little importance to me other than a simple siphon of strength.”
— 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
The fallen angel has taken to constructing a roost, a massive nest in an old tree near the outskirts of Profanus. It’s hidden amongst the decaying leaves, the old oak graying and veined with black ash. The nest itself seems to be comprised of expertly woven sticks, creating a spherical den nestled into the branches. The entryway is warded with blood, a trail of crimson petals leading into the nest itself.
The tree seems to be returning to life from the angel’s influence. Its decaying branches have sprouted crimson red leaves, which rain softly along the ground.
— 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 live*
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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Giratina turns to look at them for a second. "This fool shall be destroyed for his insolence. I advise you not to interfere, or you shall be next."
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!
*I don’t*
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"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
*rip, coronet died May 8th 2025, a good friend, ally, and comrade*
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
*what a stomach bug does to a guy 😔*
— 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