Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
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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!
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
As she scans the horizon, she sees a beam launching directly into the sky, as though trying to reach the surface. It travels on, on, on, but never hits the ceiling.
*Alrighty, character is ready! I didn't go with my original idea, but I think this one will be just as fun!*
A new Unholy Being has been born in the city of Profanus. In the middle of the summoning circle, a cocoon of bleeding red flesh appears, twitching occasionally as the horror within gains consciousness for the first time. A few seconds later, multiple blades- made from a shimmering brass-like metal and etched with occult symbols in elegant patterns- pierce the cocoon from within and slowly cut it open. The nascent nightmare emerges soon after... wait, that... that shouldn't be possible...
The being is a construct fashioned from metal and alabaster, covered in similar symbols to those on the blades at the ends of many of its appendages. The main body is humanoid in size and design (it's still a Large creature, though, because of all the long spindly arms sticking out of it). Dark red blood is caked around its clicking joints, and occasional drops of crimson fall from its hinges. It's an Effigy- a horrific fusion of living and nonliving material. A foolish attempt by mortal cultists to become one of the unholy beings they worship, made with only a vague understanding of how true Unholy Beings are made. None have ever achieved this goal- it should be impossible...
...and yet, here it is. One must have succeeded. It looks around at its surroundings with a blank, featureless face. It seems confused.
The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
"Isn't it though? You'd think more would wish to allocate some of their power to gain the advantages of flight, but alas...it seems most only seek raw power to the detriment of versatility." the gargantuan dracolich says in a lighthearted and jolly, yet sultry tone, one of her three heads stretching down to get a better look at the gentleman addressing her.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
As she scans the horizon, she sees a beam launching directly into the sky, as though trying to reach the surface. It travels on, on, on, but never hits the ceiling.
"Well well, what do we have here? Now that's not a very effective combat strategy." she says with a laugh as she flies down towards where the beam originates.
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
"Isn't it though? You'd think more would wish to allocate some of their power to gain the advantages of flight, but alas...it seems most only seek raw power to the detriment of versatility." the gargantuan dracolich says in a lighthearted and jolly, yet sultry tone, one of her three heads stretching down to get a better look at the gentleman addressing her.
“True. Power hungry (GP)’s.” He says the curse very merrily. “I am Kal the Vulture. Short for Kalkin, which means hawk. But I liked the name. Who may you be?”
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The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
As she scans the horizon, she sees a beam launching directly into the sky, as though trying to reach the surface. It travels on, on, on, but never hits the ceiling.
"Well well, what do we have here? Now that's not a very effective combat strategy." she says with a laugh as she flies down towards where the beam originates.
The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
The Conferencier- a human-… it seems, with a face powdered with makeup, a Green Party hat, a white sleeveless shirt, and a red skirt, watches the new unholy being appear, head resting on his gloved hands, smiling and giggling to himself as he watches the creature break out of it’s cocoon.
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
"Isn't it though? You'd think more would wish to allocate some of their power to gain the advantages of flight, but alas...it seems most only seek raw power to the detriment of versatility." the gargantuan dracolich says in a lighthearted and jolly, yet sultry tone, one of her three heads stretching down to get a better look at the gentleman addressing her.
“True. Power hungry (GP)’s.” He says the curse very merrily. “I am Kal the Vulture. Short for Kalkin, which means hawk. But I liked the name. Who may you be?”
"I am Coronet, once the Chaotic Queen of Unholy Knowledge, though my recent reformation has taken quite a bit of my old power. Not that I mind, the last game was growing a bit stale before its explosive end" she says with a cackle. "Now it is time to begin the game anew, but that can wait a bit. It's positively delightful to meet you my dear Kal."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Coronet has taken flight, her form unnaturally graceful despite her size and lack of muscles. She surveys the area, noticing the lack of any portals to other layers of this unholy plane.
"My my, it seems that the war was rather effective at wiping the slate clean. Oh..I warned that old codger this would happen but alas...he chose not to heed my words. Yet I am the one that reemerged. Talk about irony, Hahahahahaha." She cackles with glee at the fate of her former master. "No matter, time to start the grand game anew"
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
"Isn't it though? You'd think more would wish to allocate some of their power to gain the advantages of flight, but alas...it seems most only seek raw power to the detriment of versatility." the gargantuan dracolich says in a lighthearted and jolly, yet sultry tone, one of her three heads stretching down to get a better look at the gentleman addressing her.
“True. Power hungry (GP)’s.” He says the curse very merrily. “I am Kal the Vulture. Short for Kalkin, which means hawk. But I liked the name. Who may you be?”
"I am Coronet, once the Chaotic Queen of Unholy Knowledge, though my recent reformation has taken quite a bit of my old power. Not that I mind, the last game was growing a bit stale before its explosive end" she says with a cackle. "Now it is time to begin the game anew, but that can wait a bit. It's positively delightful to meet you my dear Kal."
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
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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!
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The nascent nightmare- a puppet only recently cut from its strings- looks back at him with its blank face, watching him with curiosity. It slowly approaches just a few feet closer, its bladed legs tap-tap-tapping on the ground below, trailing droplets of crimson behind it.
"...What... is this place?.." It somewhat struggles to speak, trying to form words from the gurgling sounds it makes.
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
"Oh you would be quite surprised how many wretched souls exist in the place, though I'm sure many are hiding away until their power is enough to challenge others for dominion of this space. Not sure why they act so fearful though, true death is quite a hard thing to accomplish in this horrid place." she says with a cackle as she lands heavily yet gracefully on the ground near the being, her gargantuan form looking down at him. "What pray tell, do you hope to accomplish with this strange display of power, other then attract attention that is?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Kal the Vulture is sitting on the ground in an awkward position, rubbing something on his legs. He winces in pain as he rubs it all over, until the pain is eventually too much, and out of their own accord, his wings send him flying into the sky.
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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!
Beside her, another being warps into being. However, it is less a warp and more of a... drag. Radiant tentacles extend from the summoning circle, dragging an Unholy being down, down, down. He hits the bottom, where he is pulled to his knees. Horns sprout from his head, making him resemble a dragon like humanoid. He carries a massive, frightening club, and he stands shakily to his feet.
"Those (gp)ing (gp)s. I'm going to kill them. Where..? You there!" he points to the Effigy. "Tell me where I am!"
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
A young man with pure black eyes, brown hair, and a pair of brown wings flies up to her, smiling and waving. His black cloak flutters in the wind, and his blood red suit stands out in the black landscape. His gaze seems… hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for power, hungry for flesh. He does a flip in the air. “Nice to see another flying creature!”
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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As she scans the horizon, she sees a beam launching directly into the sky, as though trying to reach the surface. It travels on, on, on, but never hits the ceiling.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“es ist die Kälte, es ist die Dunkelheit. c'est une prison, c'est une évasion! Welcome to Tenebris Sine Fine. Enjoy your stay!” He giggles, rolling onto his back in a fit of laughter before suddenly standing up straight and looking at the nascent nightmare, with his striking blue eyes, cold and dead, yet full of warmth and joy. “It’s very cold out here… it’s very dark out here… but we have none of that inside…”
It looks back at him with curiosity. "...I do not know..." It responds truthfully. "...Are we... supposed to be here?..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Isn't it though? You'd think more would wish to allocate some of their power to gain the advantages of flight, but alas...it seems most only seek raw power to the detriment of versatility." the gargantuan dracolich says in a lighthearted and jolly, yet sultry tone, one of her three heads stretching down to get a better look at the gentleman addressing her.
"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
"No. Those winged radiant (gp)s have banished us here, it seems! GraHHHHHH!" He slams his club angrily into the ground. "You must have done something evil, vile, wicked. What was it that made them put you here?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"Well well, what do we have here? Now that's not a very effective combat strategy." she says with a laugh as she flies down towards where the beam originates.
"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
“True. Power hungry (GP)’s.” He says the curse very merrily. “I am Kal the Vulture. Short for Kalkin, which means hawk. But I liked the name. Who may you be?”
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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The confused Effigy looks around at their surroundings with that same curiosity, though it seems a touch less tense than it did before- it's hard to tell, though, given it has no face. "Interesting... I think... I think I was trying to be here?..." It muses, not entirely sure about what it's saying. It turns back to face him, its joints clicking and creaking like those of a marionette. "...Who are you?..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"...Wicked?... Perhaps..." It thinks for a while- it doesn't seem to remember why it's here. "...Maybe I... wanted to be here?... I don't know... what did you do to be sent here?..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The source, it seems, comes from a stationary Being. He has planted himself in the ground and is blasting the beam into the sky, staring at the prism of color. He seems to notice you, but remains still, and the beam slowly peters out.
"Hello." He stands up straight, unrooting his feet from the ground and patting his cannon, which seems to have overheated. "I didn't know anyone else was down here."
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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"I doubt anyone 'wanted' to be here. As for I, that is a long story. I was a major combatant in the war. One of the commanders. But I suppose you don't remember the war, either?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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“The master of ceremonies!” It says, falling backwards into a roll, before springing up back onto his feet. “Of the Curseater Cabaret. Komm rein, wo es keine Probleme gibt! Mach mit! Do you have any troubles?”
"I am Coronet, once the Chaotic Queen of Unholy Knowledge, though my recent reformation has taken quite a bit of my old power. Not that I mind, the last game was growing a bit stale before its explosive end" she says with a cackle. "Now it is time to begin the game anew, but that can wait a bit. It's positively delightful to meet you my dear Kal."
"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
“What game? I greatly enjoy games. Would you like to be friends?” He does a flip in the air and starts flying upside down.
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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"...I remember that there was a war... but no, not much else besides that... Who are you?..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Troubles?... I can't remember if I had any... though, maybe that's one of my troubles in and of itself... I can't remember much..." It looks back down at the summoning circle, and at the cocoon from whence it came, which is already beginning to rot into nothingness.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh you would be quite surprised how many wretched souls exist in the place, though I'm sure many are hiding away until their power is enough to challenge others for dominion of this space. Not sure why they act so fearful though, true death is quite a hard thing to accomplish in this horrid place." she says with a cackle as she lands heavily yet gracefully on the ground near the being, her gargantuan form looking down at him. "What pray tell, do you hope to accomplish with this strange display of power, other then attract attention that is?"
"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
Kal the Vulture is sitting on the ground in an awkward position, rubbing something on his legs. He winces in pain as he rubs it all over, until the pain is eventually too much, and out of their own accord, his wings send him flying into the sky.
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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"I am the Commander, Li-Jin. Who are you?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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