"What part of what I just said made you think murder is legal? And fine, I tried to enact the most reasonable punishment I could, but you do not agree. To proud to take the simple way out. Whether you like it or not, I made a deal, and you got in the way of it, and instead of owning up like an archangel should, you thought you could just disagree. Even down here a creature should know that they should just let things go peaceful. A day of prison is nothing in our lifetimes, and you did break the deal. The deal was to be in my servitude, and you told them to not follow orders. Is this foolish pride what got you sent down here?"
“Murder is legal in several cases.” Correlion holds up a finger. “One, in self defense. Standing your ground laws. Murder is also legal in war. Murder is legal in terms of executions, as per the death penalty. Murder is also legal in pleading cases of insanity. Nevertheless, do you intend to persecute every case of murder here? Or simply me?” The angel retains their expression, an impassive stare. “I did not get in the way of your deal, and if I did, I have plausible deniability. I do not know you, I was not aware of Max’s oath, and I can recite all of this under a zone of truth. Are childish insults with no bearing part of this supposed punishment, or simply an additive from your limited vocabulary and knowledge of me? I did not ‘get them to not follow orders’. Claw swore an oath of his own free will. I had nothing to do with it and cannot be held liable for his choice. At least legally.” Correlion lays a hand on the hilt of their sabers lazily. “Do you intend to really punish me on behalf of.. well, yourself?”
"Murder is illegal killing. That is the definition. In no case is murder legal. I am not charging you for murder. And by what I was told that oath had to do with you. And stop getting so defensive, threatening every time you feel your pride is hurt. Those sabers mean nothing, and if you wanted to you couldn't kill me. I am made of smoke, I can go into any crevice. And not knowing the deal? You could've lead with that. Instead I would give you a lesser punishment. And you really think that lack of knowledge is a perfect defense? That not knowing you committed a crime means charges are off?" They sigh and shake their head "Just take a minor punishment and this will never be brought up again. Now that I know it was accidental, one hour jailed would be fine for me. You call something childish, and say I am insulting. Telling you you need to own up is in no way an insult. Stop being prideful, and please, just take the easy way out. The only was I would say you are fully free is if you did not even offer the oath, though I was told otherwise..."
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
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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.”
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
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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.”
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
They silently stare back, a legion of undead lifeforms following them. They slowly wave, their hand fidgeting strangely.
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
They silently stare back, a legion of undead lifeforms following them. They slowly wave, their hand fidgeting strangely.
(Their abilities are reflavored as undead)
She is silent for a long while, before clearing her throat with a cough. “Why-… do you make the mortal puppets of my children toil away at your command? They are already dead-cough- let them rest.”
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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.”
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
They silently stare back, a legion of undead lifeforms following them. They slowly wave, their hand fidgeting strangely.
(Their abilities are reflavored as undead)
She is silent for a long while, before clearing her throat with a cough. “Why-… do you make the mortal puppets of my children toil away at your command? They are already dead-cough- let them rest.”
They blink before responding calmly. "They aren't your children. They are from far away, some on other planes. They are those who were not done yet, yet they are those who have ended. They lie there and rot, yet they shouldn't."
Correlion has yet to sheathe their swords, not turning but the eyes on their wings flick over to watch Zeon. “I hope you are not here to continue the bloodbath. Not when you are this close to power.”
“It is not my intention, though I will defend myself if you were to strike at me. I simply came to see the handiwork of conflict. Battle and war are some of the few things I can claim to be more then a simple novice at.”
“Is that so?” Correlion makes a sweeping gesture. “I’d like to hear your analysis of the situation. And of me.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Your blood? Ive seen the odd others who have continued to make threats against you, and those who have chosen to attack," Nova shakes her head, their gaze shifting back to their main eyes as she faces him directly "but I can guarantee I seek nothing of the sort. What point would there be seeking the head of a being whos been rather accommodating? You invited me to your own layer. I dont plan on making enemies with you. And after this display? It would clearly be unwise to draw your ire"
“So what is your purpose here?” The angel lowers their sword slightly. “Come to enjoy the scenery?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
They silently stare back, a legion of undead lifeforms following them. They slowly wave, their hand fidgeting strangely.
(Their abilities are reflavored as undead)
She is silent for a long while, before clearing her throat with a cough. “Why-… do you make the mortal puppets of my children toil away at your command? They are already dead-cough- let them rest.”
They blink before responding calmly. "They aren't your children. They are from far away, some on other planes. They are those who were not done yet, yet they are those who have ended. They lie there and rot, yet they shouldn't."
*GTG Byeeeee!*
She smiles slightly. “My eyes have grown old and foggy, I must have been deceived. Carry on, then.”
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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.”
"Your blood? Ive seen the odd others who have continued to make threats against you, and those who have chosen to attack," Nova shakes her head, their gaze shifting back to their main eyes as she faces him directly "but I can guarantee I seek nothing of the sort. What point would there be seeking the head of a being whos been rather accommodating? You invited me to your own layer. I dont plan on making enemies with you. And after this display? It would clearly be unwise to draw your ire"
“So what is your purpose here?” The angel lowers their sword slightly. “Come to enjoy the scenery?”
The eyes seem to immediately switch, going back to the hidden ones opening, his head snapping to look at the unconscious body again "I suppose it is this one that attracted my attention... Left feeble yet alive. Something just.. Sits oddly in my mind about it"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Murder is illegal killing. That is the definition. In no case is murder legal. I am not charging you for murder. And by what I was told that oath had to do with you. And stop getting so defensive, threatening every time you feel your pride is hurt. Those sabers mean nothing, and if you wanted to you couldn't kill me. I am made of smoke, I can go into any crevice. And not knowing the deal? You could've lead with that. Instead I would give you a lesser punishment. And you really think that lack of knowledge is a perfect defense? That not knowing you committed a crime means charges are off?" They sigh and shake their head "Just take a minor punishment and this will never be brought up again. Now that I know it was accidental, one hour jailed would be fine for me. You call something childish, and say I am insulting. Telling you you need to own up is in no way an insult. Stop being prideful, and please, just take the easy way out. The only was I would say you are fully free is if you did not even offer the oath, though I was told otherwise..."
”I do not know your definition of ‘murder’ between the legal and personal definition. Only one has been ever used against me.” Correlion smiles. “Would you like to test to see if you are so safe from me? My threats are not from.. injured pride as you say? I am hungry for blood. Or, whatever you are in this case. I am stating I did not commit a crime, I have quite frankly no clue what you are speaking of or whose law you are enacting. You are not the governing head of this plane.” The angel turns to walk away. “This conversation is over. You are irrelevant to me.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Correlion has yet to sheathe their swords, not turning but the eyes on their wings flick over to watch Zeon. “I hope you are not here to continue the bloodbath. Not when you are this close to power.”
“It is not my intention, though I will defend myself if you were to strike at me. I simply came to see the handiwork of conflict. Battle and war are some of the few things I can claim to be more then a simple novice at.”
“Is that so?” Correlion makes a sweeping gesture. “I’d like to hear your analysis of the situation. And of me.”
“You are a rather efficient fighter, both brutal and graceful in your movements with a blade. Definitely something beyond a normal mortal combatant without decades of dedication and training. You also have an almost obsessive need to finish a fight. A retreat of any kind seems to be a grand offense to you, and I can’t help but wonder if that same level of distain for such tactics would remain if you were the one who might need to consider such in order to survive to fight another day. That’s just scratching the surface though.”
*Yay!*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*.....I think carrion is actually supposed to be level 9 let me check though thanks for reminding me about the levels*
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
*hi Chris*
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
"Murder is illegal killing. That is the definition. In no case is murder legal. I am not charging you for murder. And by what I was told that oath had to do with you. And stop getting so defensive, threatening every time you feel your pride is hurt. Those sabers mean nothing, and if you wanted to you couldn't kill me. I am made of smoke, I can go into any crevice. And not knowing the deal? You could've lead with that. Instead I would give you a lesser punishment. And you really think that lack of knowledge is a perfect defense? That not knowing you committed a crime means charges are off?" They sigh and shake their head "Just take a minor punishment and this will never be brought up again. Now that I know it was accidental, one hour jailed would be fine for me. You call something childish, and say I am insulting. Telling you you need to own up is in no way an insult. Stop being prideful, and please, just take the easy way out. The only was I would say you are fully free is if you did not even offer the oath, though I was told otherwise..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Mother exhausted has taken up residence in an isolated ruin in Profanus, seemingly the ruin of some ancient church. She sits on the steps up to the entrance, spinning magical silk, measuring it, and cutting it with her iron shears. Over and over again. Ad infinitum. She almost seems to be in a trance.
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.”
*Hihi*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*kinda want to delete apex since I don't really care for em tbh*
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
A newcomer, one with a head of blue fire, three pentagrams for eyes, their skin sagging and revealing a ribcage, whilst wearing fancy clothing fitting a necromancer has wandered over, scouting the ground of the ruin.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The ruin is a large, mostly intact church with a bell tower reaching into the dark sky. Surrounding it is a sprawling necropolis stretching hundreds of feet, full of empty graves.
Mother Exhausted looks up to the newcomer, pausing her spinning, cutting and measuring, her veiled face staring into the eyes of the newcomer. She’s silent.
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.”
*I deleted two or three characters I didn't use*
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
They silently stare back, a legion of undead lifeforms following them. They slowly wave, their hand fidgeting strangely.
(Their abilities are reflavored as undead)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She is silent for a long while, before clearing her throat with a cough. “Why-… do you make the mortal puppets of my children toil away at your command? They are already dead-cough- let them rest.”
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.”
They blink before responding calmly. "They aren't your children. They are from far away, some on other planes. They are those who were not done yet, yet they are those who have ended. They lie there and rot, yet they shouldn't."
*GTG Byeeeee!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Is that so?” Correlion makes a sweeping gesture. “I’d like to hear your analysis of the situation. And of me.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“So what is your purpose here?” The angel lowers their sword slightly. “Come to enjoy the scenery?”
— 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
She smiles slightly. “My eyes have grown old and foggy, I must have been deceived. Carry on, then.”
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.”
*I think I, at the very least, succeeded in making Mother exhausted pretty cool*
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.”
The eyes seem to immediately switch, going back to the hidden ones opening, his head snapping to look at the unconscious body again "I suppose it is this one that attracted my attention... Left feeble yet alive. Something just.. Sits oddly in my mind about it"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
”I do not know your definition of ‘murder’ between the legal and personal definition. Only one has been ever used against me.” Correlion smiles. “Would you like to test to see if you are so safe from me? My threats are not from.. injured pride as you say? I am hungry for blood. Or, whatever you are in this case. I am stating I did not commit a crime, I have quite frankly no clue what you are speaking of or whose law you are enacting. You are not the governing head of this plane.” The angel turns to walk away. “This conversation is over. You are irrelevant to me.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“You are a rather efficient fighter, both brutal and graceful in your movements with a blade. Definitely something beyond a normal mortal combatant without decades of dedication and training. You also have an almost obsessive need to finish a fight. A retreat of any kind seems to be a grand offense to you, and I can’t help but wonder if that same level of distain for such tactics would remain if you were the one who might need to consider such in order to survive to fight another day. That’s just scratching the surface though.”
"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