It shatters, and his face falls off, leaving a black void. He is silent for a moment, then paws at the hole in the front of his head. A mouth appears and bites his finger, causing him to withdraw it. Eyes and mouths rapidly open and close, appearing and bubbling through the void within the stoat-shaped shell. "SYNCHRONIZING EVERY PATTERN LINK IT TO MY MENTAL STATE AS THE MICE ALL PITTER-PATTER MOW THEM DOWN AND MAKE THEM P-"
He slaps his face back on like a fleshy pancake. "Sorry, where were we?"
"Oh hohoho, my my aren't you a rather odd sort my fine fuzzy friend. Not that oddness is in short supply here."
"That's good to hear. By the way, how did you get down here?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a stapler. He begins to staple his face on, not expressing pain despite the bite on his finger clearly hurting him.
"I've been here for eons, since the first great banishing by the heaven."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick walks out the base and searches the surrounding area. While you see no sign of life Malrick seems to. You set off. "So young one who were you apprenticed to?"
“I just called him Master. My parents took me to him when I was ten. He was always mysterious. Unkind. It took me years to learn magic.”
*just cutting the quote chain.* "I see and a sought to summon the creatures from here for his own purpose?"
Malrick walks out the base and searches the surrounding area. While you see no sign of life Malrick seems to. You set off. "So young one who were you apprenticed to?"
“I just called him Master. My parents took me to him when I was ten. He was always mysterious. Unkind. It took me years to learn magic.”
*just cutting the quote chain.* "I see and a sought to summon the creatures from here for his own purpose?"
“He trained me, so I felt in debt to him.”
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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!
"That's good to hear. By the way, how did you get down here?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a stapler. He begins to staple his face on, not expressing pain despite the bite on his finger clearly hurting him.
"I've been here for eons, since the first great banishing by the heaven."
"How long ago was that?" He looks around again. "I just woke up, and, uh... most of these buildings weren't actually here when I died last time."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's good to hear. By the way, how did you get down here?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a stapler. He begins to staple his face on, not expressing pain despite the bite on his finger clearly hurting him.
"I've been here for eons, since the first great banishing by the heaven."
"How long ago was that?" He looks around again. "I just woke up, and, uh... most of these buildings weren't actually here when I died last time."
"Oh gods, I lost count many millennia ago. Though as far as why Profanus looks so different now, there was a great war that seems to decimate most of the previously built structures so..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Do you know who you are talking to, whelp?" It unfurls the dark tentacles behind its back.
Intimidation: 11
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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)
Malrick walks out the base and searches the surrounding area. While you see no sign of life Malrick seems to. You set off. "So young one who were you apprenticed to?"
“I just called him Master. My parents took me to him when I was ten. He was always mysterious. Unkind. It took me years to learn magic.”
*just cutting the quote chain.* "I see and a sought to summon the creatures from here for his own purpose?"
“He trained me, so I felt in debt to him.”
"I see I know that feeling well. Can you still wield this magic?"
"How long ago was that?" He looks around again. "I just woke up, and, uh... most of these buildings weren't actually here when I died last time."
"Oh gods, I lost count many millennia ago. Though as far as why Profanus looks so different now, there was a great war that seems to decimate most of the previously built structures so..."
"Ah." He stands and stretches. "That sucks. I was hoping I would be able to amass a large enough following to squash any wars. I guess getting killed repeatedly moments after being sent here was a sign that I should have lowered my expectations." He takes another look at Coronet, having avoided looking directly at her for the past minute. "You've got some great smiles."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How long ago was that?" He looks around again. "I just woke up, and, uh... most of these buildings weren't actually here when I died last time."
"Oh gods, I lost count many millennia ago. Though as far as why Profanus looks so different now, there was a great war that seems to decimate most of the previously built structures so..."
"Ah." He stands and stretches. "That sucks. I was hoping I would be able to amass a large enough following to squash any wars. I guess getting killed repeatedly moments after being sent here was a sign that I should have lowered my expectations." He takes another look at Coronet, having avoided looking directly at her for the past minute. "You've got some great smiles."
"Well aren't you a charmer." she says with a mad giggle. "Sadly it will take some time for form such an army at this moment. However, it also means you don't have so much competition here that your endeavors would be squashed immediately so...there is that."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Ah." He stands and stretches. "That sucks. I was hoping I would be able to amass a large enough following to squash any wars. I guess getting killed repeatedly moments after being sent here was a sign that I should have lowered my expectations." He takes another look at Coronet, having avoided looking directly at her for the past minute. "You've got some great smiles."
"Well aren't you a charmer." she says with a mad giggle. "Sadly it will take some time for form such an army at this moment. However, it also means you don't have so much competition here that your endeavors would be squashed immediately so...there is that."
"Well, that's nice. Thank you for freeing me, by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?" He looks through his pockets, finding mostly rusted items and rotten material that might have been organic at some point.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I do have a name. I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Iriy.” The wings disappear behind his back and the red skeleton dressed in the garb of a Slavic warlord sits perched atop the tombstone with his elbow on his knee and his chin upon his knuckles. “And what should I call you?”
The angel tilts its head. “You are the Crimson King I have heard so much about? I am Correlion, Blade of Rend.” It remains standing at attention, in a soldier’s posture. “King of what kingdom, may I ask? I see none in this vast expanse.” Correlion says, almost challengingly.
“A kingdom that once was. A kingdom that is soon to be. The kingdom of Iriy, where the nightmare’s go to rest and dream their pretty little dreams and were the ghouls sit at coffin wood tables to dine on death. A home for all the unholy.” He says rapturously, “Of what Rend are you the blade of? Is that a person, a place, a thing?”
"Ah." He stands and stretches. "That sucks. I was hoping I would be able to amass a large enough following to squash any wars. I guess getting killed repeatedly moments after being sent here was a sign that I should have lowered my expectations." He takes another look at Coronet, having avoided looking directly at her for the past minute. "You've got some great smiles."
"Well aren't you a charmer." she says with a mad giggle. "Sadly it will take some time for form such an army at this moment. However, it also means you don't have so much competition here that your endeavors would be squashed immediately so...there is that."
"Well, that's nice. Thank you for freeing me, by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?" He looks through his pockets, finding mostly rusted items and rotten material that might have been organic at some point.
"Oh, no need to thank me. We all deserve to start at the same point when entering the grand game. Starting off chained is not a fair beginning."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick walks out the base and searches the surrounding area. While you see no sign of life Malrick seems to. You set off. "So young one who were you apprenticed to?"
“I just called him Master. My parents took me to him when I was ten. He was always mysterious. Unkind. It took me years to learn magic.”
*just cutting the quote chain.* "I see and a sought to summon the creatures from here for his own purpose?"
“He trained me, so I felt in debt to him.”
"I see I know that feeling well. Can you still wield this magic?"
“Yes. Not well, though.”
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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!
The Walking Ruination, Ravarus, is continuing his lumbering, grabbing all manner of poor souls and other organic materials it can with it's many handed tails and tossing them into his toothy maw to be devoured.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Of course, my tiny dancer. I have a character now!*
The Empty Saint is trying to find a replacement for the rusted staples keeping his face on.
You sense something lurking the shadows around you. Something large. Something red. A voice that sounds like it’s whispering from between a dead man’s lips calls out, “You’re falling to pieces, friend.”
The Walking Ruination, Ravarus, is continuing his lumbering, grabbing all manner of poor souls and other organic materials it can with it's many handed tails and tossing them into his toothy maw to be devoured.
A giant crimson vampire bat descends from the sky before the Walking Ruination. Somewhere in its descent it takes its humanoid form. “So you truly have awoken. It has been long since I’ve seen you walk your warpath, Ravarus.”
*Of course, my tiny dancer. I have a character now!*
The Empty Saint is trying to find a replacement for the rusted staples keeping his face on.
You sense something lurking the shadows around you. Something large. Something red. A voice that sounds like it’s whispering from between a dead man’s lips calls out, “You’re falling to pieces, friend.”
The little priest doesn't look at the source, frozen in fear clutching the piece of grass he was holding. "I-it's a way of life... friend?" He seems unsure.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Walking Ruination, Ravarus, is continuing his lumbering, grabbing all manner of poor souls and other organic materials it can with it's many handed tails and tossing them into his toothy maw to be devoured.
A giant crimson vampire bat descends from the sky before the Walking Ruination. Somewhere in its descent it takes its humanoid form. “So you truly have awoken. It has been long since I’ve seen you walk your warpath, Ravarus.”
The beast notices the bat, not seeming to register him speaking as one of his hand tails reaches out to try and and grab him like the other creatures he has been consuming.
"I've been here for eons, since the first great banishing by the heaven."
"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
*just cutting the quote chain.* "I see and a sought to summon the creatures from here for his own purpose?"
“He trained me, so I felt in debt to him.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"How long ago was that?" He looks around again. "I just woke up, and, uh... most of these buildings weren't actually here when I died last time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh gods, I lost count many millennia ago. Though as far as why Profanus looks so different now, there was a great war that seems to decimate most of the previously built structures so..."
"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
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 see I know that feeling well. Can you still wield this magic?"
"Ah." He stands and stretches. "That sucks. I was hoping I would be able to amass a large enough following to squash any wars. I guess getting killed repeatedly moments after being sent here was a sign that I should have lowered my expectations." He takes another look at Coronet, having avoided looking directly at her for the past minute. "You've got some great smiles."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well aren't you a charmer." she says with a mad giggle. "Sadly it will take some time for form such an army at this moment. However, it also means you don't have so much competition here that your endeavors would be squashed immediately so...there is that."
"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
"Well, that's nice. Thank you for freeing me, by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?" He looks through his pockets, finding mostly rusted items and rotten material that might have been organic at some point.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A kingdom that once was. A kingdom that is soon to be. The kingdom of Iriy, where the nightmare’s go to rest and dream their pretty little dreams and were the ghouls sit at coffin wood tables to dine on death. A home for all the unholy.” He says rapturously, “Of what Rend are you the blade of? Is that a person, a place, a thing?”
*Busking went well. Anyone want to roleplay?*
"Oh, no need to thank me. We all deserve to start at the same point when entering the grand game. Starting off chained is not a fair beginning."
"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
*Of course, my tiny dancer. I have a character now!*
The Empty Saint is trying to find a replacement for the rusted staples keeping his face on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yes. Not well, though.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The Walking Ruination, Ravarus, is continuing his lumbering, grabbing all manner of poor souls and other organic materials it can with it's many handed tails and tossing them into his toothy maw to be devoured.
"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
You sense something lurking the shadows around you. Something large. Something red. A voice that sounds like it’s whispering from between a dead man’s lips calls out, “You’re falling to pieces, friend.”
A giant crimson vampire bat descends from the sky before the Walking Ruination. Somewhere in its descent it takes its humanoid form. “So you truly have awoken. It has been long since I’ve seen you walk your warpath, Ravarus.”
The little priest doesn't look at the source, frozen in fear clutching the piece of grass he was holding. "I-it's a way of life... friend?" He seems unsure.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The beast notices the bat, not seeming to register him speaking as one of his hand tails reaches out to try and and grab him like the other creatures he has been consuming.
"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