"Hm...the name...or title I suppose would be a better description, who would name their child that, sounds familiar..."
“He is apparently a vampire lord of the area.” Correlion says, looking at the city. “I intend to kill him.”
“I see. I assume this King has done something to offend your sensibilities or honor in some way for you to declare him an enemy to slay.” She says with a chuckles as she sips her tea, contemplating. “If you are referring to the Crimson King that I know of…you have made quite the ancient enemy my shining acquaintance. He is at least as old as me…maybe even older. We both hail from before the great banishing.”
“An ally of his then? I intend to simply challenge via a duel. It is of no personal grudge - I simply seek to claim his strength and his followers.” Correlion swirls their tea. “I am not yet able to do so, and I will train until I am capable of such a feat.”
"Well, It seems that he, like myself, have recently reformed after the last great game that seemed to wiped this wretched plane back to the basic board. So I am not up to speed on his current allies. But I'm sure he will amass many in due time, as he loves being surrounded by followers, especially those with intelligent minds and arcane talent. So keep an ear out for any sort of recruiting offers."
Malrick has returned "He already has many in his service, more than anyone else by a large margin. He is very powerful, intelligent, and has a wrath like no other. He seeks a meeting with me tomorrow, alone... In his castle... I feel like he has some trick in mind. If I had to bet on who would rule this place, I would bet on him. A wise move I think would be wary of him."
“Mm, yes… but what if that opinion would change… if you just tried it? Shrugged off your duties and honor… for just a bit? And had some fun?” On all fours now, it crawls closer to the Angel.
Correlion takes a step back, feathers fluffing up and chittering. “Do not attempt to sway me, snake. Thou vile call for hedonism will not change my unshakable vows, in this life or any other. I will not forsake everything that I am for your… entertainment.” They twitch, hands clenching and unclenching.
They roll backwards, quickly standing upright, wiping the dust off their leather gloves. “So be it! You have a strong Will, o Angel! Very admirable. Tell me, what do you plan on doing in this hell?”
“Gain power. I must ascend.” Correlion says firmly. “I will break free of this wretched place and restore my grace. I will return to where I once was, at the right hand of my creator. But first I must find my blasted memories.”
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“Mm, yes… but what if that opinion would change… if you just tried it? Shrugged off your duties and honor… for just a bit? And had some fun?” On all fours now, it crawls closer to the Angel.
Correlion takes a step back, feathers fluffing up and chittering. “Do not attempt to sway me, snake. Thou vile call for hedonism will not change my unshakable vows, in this life or any other. I will not forsake everything that I am for your… entertainment.” They twitch, hands clenching and unclenching.
They roll backwards, quickly standing upright, wiping the dust off their leather gloves. “So be it! You have a strong Will, o Angel! Very admirable. Tell me, what do you plan on doing in this hell?”
“Gain power. I must ascend.” Correlion says firmly. “I will break free of this wretched place and restore my grace. I will return to where I once was, at the right hand of my creator. But first I must find my blasted memories.”
“This will be fun to watch…” he mutters, along with scattered phrases in German and French.
”your memories are lost? Or taken? Oh, what fun!” He giggles.
Malrick has returned "He already has many in his service, more than anyone else by a large margin. He is very powerful, intelligent, and has a wrath like no other. He seeks a meeting with me tomorrow, alone... In his castle... I feel like he has some trick in mind. If I had to bet on who would rule this place, I would bet on him. A wise move I think would be wary of him."
Correlion seems agitated by this. “A false king. What a bold claim. Perhaps his downfall must come sooner than I anticipated. I will not tolerate such pride - his followers are weak willed to be swayed by such a creature. This feeble attempt at monarchy will crumble at my hand.”
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“This will be fun to watch…” he mutters, along with scattered phrases in German and French.
”your memories are lost? Or taken? Oh, what fun!” He giggles.
“I do not know.” The angel says, agitated. “They are fractured, coming to me in visions at times of bloodlust. I do not know who has taken them from me, nor do I know how to restore them.”
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"Well, It seems that he, like myself, have recently reformed after the last great game that seemed to wiped this wretched plane back to the basic board. So I am not up to speed on his current allies. But I'm sure he will amass many in due time, as he loves being surrounded by followers, especially those with intelligent minds and arcane talent. So keep an ear out for any sort of recruiting offers."
“I shall do.” They frown. “I intend to kill him before he reaches insurmountable strength. Though as for subjugating his followers, I am unsure.”
"It's hard to determine if killing their master will make them fall in line. You also have to remember...few being truly die here. He will most likely rise again, and if his word is ironclad, those currently in his service could still be honor bound to him even after his death. Your best bet, is to try and find other allies that don't wish to bow down to the Vampire Lord, specifically ones that will swear fealty to you so you can accumulate power from their fealty. Build your own forces, gather more pieces for your board's side. It will give you more leverage."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick has returned "He already has many in his service, more than anyone else by a large margin. He is very powerful, intelligent, and has a wrath like no other. He seeks a meeting with me tomorrow, alone... In his castle... I feel like he has some trick in mind. If I had to bet on who would rule this place, I would bet on him. A wise move I think would be wary of him."
"It would be wiser still to remember that he has recently been reformed...so he has been defeated before....nothing is certain in this place. Being wary of everything is just common sense here."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A shadow is cast on the entire surrounding area--maybe a hundred feet or so in radius--with the click reminiscent of stage lights far overhead, followed by another click, a large light is cast over a small circular area. The ground within the area grows black, then a dark, earthy green with blades of grass sprouting from the ground as a large flower, orange-ish red and spectral petals blossoming in every which-way. In the center lies a small figure, as if frozen in time, the creature stays in place, stuck, until the flower blossoms, the petals flying out with silent gusts of wind. The lighting of the area returns to normal, as the figure sprouts large red wings from their back, around the size of their entire body (diminutive as it may be, with them standing at just around a foot and a half tall). Large, puffy red locks of hair form loose, overlapping curls that go down the length of their back, large enough for them to seemingly pull a clipboard, pen, and large pair of bulky, black glasses out of. They put the glasses on over their amber eyes, wings beating to life as they lift slowly off the ground, the click of their pen enough to break the silence. "Yes, Clarise," They say, a sweet yet exasperated southern sounding voice dripping out of them, rolling out like pouring honey, "Yes, I know you did your best, but the contract did say that the lights were supposed to last a second and a half longer. ... Uh huh. Right. Well, I don't care if you're a fourth dimensional being, sweetie, the contract specifies that it was supposed to be exactly 5 of my seconds, and that I could provide a stopwatch for you to time with. ... Whatever. I don't have time for you." With a snap of their fingers, several gold and silver rings gleaming from them, a contract appears, and is promptly burned to ashes. A large symbol appears on the floor, and there's an ear piercing wail, a screech of pure ethereal terror as chains leap from the sigil and drag some sort of invisible creature down with them into it, the sigil easily being 30 feet in radius, dwarfing the pixie entirely. They turn to the nearest onlooker, exasperated look on their face. "Interns, you know? I told her what to do to the letter, and she just couldn't listen. Bless her heart she had it coming."
"It's hard to determine if killing their master will make them fall in line. You also have to remember...few being truly die here. He will most likely rise again, and if his word is ironclad, those currently in his service could still be honor bound to him even after his death. Your best bet, is to try and find other allies that don't wish to bow down to the Vampire Lord, specifically ones that will swear fealty to you so you can accumulate power from their fealty. Build your own forces, gather more pieces for your board's side. It will give you more leverage."
“I do not have the force of will, unfortunately.” The angel says, sipping their tea. “I do not have the.. poise of leadership to do such a thing. I will attempt, if I can, to do something of the sort. As for his death, I have learned secrets about him. Secrets that may prevent him from truly rising back to full power.”
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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
“This will be fun to watch…” he mutters, along with scattered phrases in German and French.
”your memories are lost? Or taken? Oh, what fun!” He giggles.
“I do not know.” The angel says, agitated. “They are fractured, coming to me in visions at times of bloodlust. I do not know who has taken them from me, nor do I know how to restore them.”
They sit down on the edge of the building’s roof, legs dangling over the side.
"It's hard to determine if killing their master will make them fall in line. You also have to remember...few being truly die here. He will most likely rise again, and if his word is ironclad, those currently in his service could still be honor bound to him even after his death. Your best bet, is to try and find other allies that don't wish to bow down to the Vampire Lord, specifically ones that will swear fealty to you so you can accumulate power from their fealty. Build your own forces, gather more pieces for your board's side. It will give you more leverage."
“I do not have the force of will, unfortunately.” The angel says, sipping their tea. “I do not have the.. poise of leadership to do such a thing. I will attempt, if I can, to do something of the sort. As for his death, I have learned secrets about him. Secrets that may prevent him from truly rising back to full power.”
"Have you now? Well that's a curious development. I'd be very impressed if a newborn could actually end his existence permanently. Interesting..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They turn to the nearest onlooker, exasperated look on their face. "Interns, you know? I told her what to do to the letter, and she just couldn't listen. Bless her heart she had it coming."
Correlion watches, rosepetals falling to the floor around them. They’re crouched on a building’s ledge, wings curled and body hunched as if ready to pounce. They remain silent, motionless, observing like a bird.
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*I am making a truly, monstrously janky beast. He will have a 1 charisma, 1 intelligence, and so far 9 flaws. This will be fun*
*they have to have at least 5 in their stats, cant go below that*
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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
“This will be fun to watch…” he mutters, along with scattered phrases in German and French.
”your memories are lost? Or taken? Oh, what fun!” He giggles.
“I do not know.” The angel says, agitated. “They are fractured, coming to me in visions at times of bloodlust. I do not know who has taken them from me, nor do I know how to restore them.”
They sit down on the edge of the building’s roof, legs dangling over the side.
”so what are you gonna do about it?”
“Seek blood. I crave it, in my very soul and being.” A few more petals drift to the floor. “It sharpens my vision, grants me strength, and rejuvenates me. A curious nature. I am unsure how I became this way.”
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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
"Have you now? Well that's a curious development. I'd be very impressed if a newborn could actually end his existence permanently. Interesting..."
Their wings fluff up slightly as if proud, though their veil gives off no hint of expression. “I believe I surely could, within time. I have enjoyed tea with you. Perhaps we should do this more often.”
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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
*I am making a truly, monstrously janky beast. He will have a 1 charisma, 1 intelligence, and so far 9 flaws. This will be fun*
*im sorry to hate but theres a minimum of 5 in each stat 😔 i have 2 5s tho its optimal*
*A, I missed that at the very bottom of the stat block spoiler. Thanks for the heads up, no need to apologize.
That's not too bad though, I'll just adjust them back to 5. I haven't spent any dread points yet so it isn't messing with things too much. I'm still going to play them as a truly mindless brute though.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They turn to the nearest onlooker, exasperated look on their face. "Interns, you know? I told her what to do to the letter, and she just couldn't listen. Bless her heart she had it coming."
Correlion watches, rosepetals falling to the floor around them. They’re crouched on a building’s ledge, wings curled and body hunched as if ready to pounce. They remain silent, motionless, observing like a bird.
"Oh hiya there, sweetie pie." They smile sweetly, with a slight look of concern. "You look like you're wilting, all alone up there. Are your wings doing okay?"
Malrick has returned "He already has many in his service, more than anyone else by a large margin. He is very powerful, intelligent, and has a wrath like no other. He seeks a meeting with me tomorrow, alone... In his castle... I feel like he has some trick in mind. If I had to bet on who would rule this place, I would bet on him. A wise move I think would be wary of him."
“Gain power. I must ascend.” Correlion says firmly. “I will break free of this wretched place and restore my grace. I will return to where I once was, at the right hand of my creator. But first I must find my blasted memories.”
— 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
“This will be fun to watch…” he mutters, along with scattered phrases in German and French.
”your memories are lost? Or taken? Oh, what fun!” He giggles.
Correlion seems agitated by this. “A false king. What a bold claim. Perhaps his downfall must come sooner than I anticipated. I will not tolerate such pride - his followers are weak willed to be swayed by such a creature. This feeble attempt at monarchy will crumble at my hand.”
— 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 do not know.” The angel says, agitated. “They are fractured, coming to me in visions at times of bloodlust. I do not know who has taken them from me, nor do I know how to restore them.”
— 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
"It's hard to determine if killing their master will make them fall in line. You also have to remember...few being truly die here. He will most likely rise again, and if his word is ironclad, those currently in his service could still be honor bound to him even after his death. Your best bet, is to try and find other allies that don't wish to bow down to the Vampire Lord, specifically ones that will swear fealty to you so you can accumulate power from their fealty. Build your own forces, gather more pieces for your board's side. It will give you more leverage."
"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
"It would be wiser still to remember that he has recently been reformed...so he has been defeated before....nothing is certain in this place. Being wary of everything is just common sense here."
"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
*hello chat*
A shadow is cast on the entire surrounding area--maybe a hundred feet or so in radius--with the click reminiscent of stage lights far overhead, followed by another click, a large light is cast over a small circular area. The ground within the area grows black, then a dark, earthy green with blades of grass sprouting from the ground as a large flower, orange-ish red and spectral petals blossoming in every which-way. In the center lies a small figure, as if frozen in time, the creature stays in place, stuck, until the flower blossoms, the petals flying out with silent gusts of wind. The lighting of the area returns to normal, as the figure sprouts large red wings from their back, around the size of their entire body (diminutive as it may be, with them standing at just around a foot and a half tall). Large, puffy red locks of hair form loose, overlapping curls that go down the length of their back, large enough for them to seemingly pull a clipboard, pen, and large pair of bulky, black glasses out of. They put the glasses on over their amber eyes, wings beating to life as they lift slowly off the ground, the click of their pen enough to break the silence. "Yes, Clarise," They say, a sweet yet exasperated southern sounding voice dripping out of them, rolling out like pouring honey, "Yes, I know you did your best, but the contract did say that the lights were supposed to last a second and a half longer. ... Uh huh. Right. Well, I don't care if you're a fourth dimensional being, sweetie, the contract specifies that it was supposed to be exactly 5 of my seconds, and that I could provide a stopwatch for you to time with. ... Whatever. I don't have time for you." With a snap of their fingers, several gold and silver rings gleaming from them, a contract appears, and is promptly burned to ashes. A large symbol appears on the floor, and there's an ear piercing wail, a screech of pure ethereal terror as chains leap from the sigil and drag some sort of invisible creature down with them into it, the sigil easily being 30 feet in radius, dwarfing the pixie entirely.
They turn to the nearest onlooker, exasperated look on their face. "Interns, you know? I told her what to do to the letter, and she just couldn't listen. Bless her heart she had it coming."
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
“I do not have the force of will, unfortunately.” The angel says, sipping their tea. “I do not have the.. poise of leadership to do such a thing. I will attempt, if I can, to do something of the sort. As for his death, I have learned secrets about him. Secrets that may prevent him from truly rising back to full power.”
— 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 am making a truly, monstrously janky beast. He will have a 1 charisma, 1 intelligence, and so far 9 flaws. This will be fun*
"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
They sit down on the edge of the building’s roof, legs dangling over the side.
”so what are you gonna do about it?”
"Have you now? Well that's a curious development. I'd be very impressed if a newborn could actually end his existence permanently. Interesting..."
"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
Correlion watches, rosepetals falling to the floor around them. They’re crouched on a building’s ledge, wings curled and body hunched as if ready to pounce. They remain silent, motionless, observing like a bird.
— 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
*im sorry to hate but theres a minimum of 5 in each stat 😔 i have 2 5s tho its optimal*
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
*they have to have at least 5 in their stats, cant go below that*
— 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
“Seek blood. I crave it, in my very soul and being.” A few more petals drift to the floor. “It sharpens my vision, grants me strength, and rejuvenates me. A curious nature. I am unsure how I became this way.”
— 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
Their wings fluff up slightly as if proud, though their veil gives off no hint of expression. “I believe I surely could, within time. I have enjoyed tea with you. Perhaps we should do this more often.”
— 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
*A, I missed that at the very bottom of the stat block spoiler. Thanks for the heads up, no need to apologize.
That's not too bad though, I'll just adjust them back to 5. I haven't spent any dread points yet so it isn't messing with things too much. I'm still going to play them as a truly mindless brute 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
"Oh hiya there, sweetie pie." They smile sweetly, with a slight look of concern. "You look like you're wilting, all alone up there. Are your wings doing okay?"
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
*Yeah, I missed that before, might need to be moved to the top part of the stat block spoiler so it's not lost amidst everything else.*
"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