One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Giratina flies overhead, stopping to look at the morbid scene below.
The Conferencier, who was calmly cleaning his leather gloves of blood, looks up to Giratina, waving, while grinning that terrifying grin.
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
*Hello, Arch! How art thou today?*
The still-nameless Effigy sees this macabre scene only a few moments after the cabaret has left. It walks a bit closer to the corpse, looking down at the inky blood painted upon the tree, silent.
*I’m great! As the Conferencier is now officially level 2, I’m upgrading his stats*
The Conferencier twirls around to See the effigy, smiling. “He didn’t listen to me.”
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Giratina flies overhead, stopping to look at the morbid scene below.
The Conferencier, who was calmly cleaning his leather gloves of blood, looks up to Giratina, waving, while grinning that terrifying grin.
Its eyes widen at the Conferencier's expression. "I don't believe we've met. Who, or what, are you?"
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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)
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
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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!
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!
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
the dwarf sits up, screaming his head off. "Whatza! back! ill get all of ya! back i say, back!"
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
*Hello, Arch! How art thou today?*
The still-nameless Effigy sees this macabre scene only a few moments after the cabaret has left. It walks a bit closer to the corpse, looking down at the inky blood painted upon the tree, silent.
*I’m great! As the Conferencier is now officially level 2, I’m upgrading his stats*
The Conferencier twirls around to See the effigy, smiling. “He didn’t listen to me.”
*That's wonderful! Good to hear you're doing great!*
"...I see..." They respond, more curious than anything else. They place their finger on a bit of the still-fresh ichor that drips from the written warning. "...Do you have to do this often?"
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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)
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
the dwarf sits up, screaming his head off. "Whatza! back! ill get all of ya! back i say, back!"
“Don’t fear me, I’m friendly!”
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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!
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Kal flies down to the body and starts licking the blood.
The Conferencier, perched on a nearby rock in the shadows, cleaning his arms and hands of blood and fixing his over the top makeup, watches Kal.
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Kal flies down to the body and starts licking the blood.
The Conferencier, perched on a nearby rock in the shadows, cleaning his arms and hands of blood and fixing his over the top makeup, watches Kal.
Kal looks up, noticing him. “Oh. Hello there!”
“Hello… care for a drink at the cabaret?”
“Yes please. Blood?”
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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!
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Giratina flies overhead, stopping to look at the morbid scene below.
The Conferencier, who was calmly cleaning his leather gloves of blood, looks up to Giratina, waving, while grinning that terrifying grin.
Its eyes widen at the Conferencier's expression. "I don't believe we've met. Who, or what, are you?"
“je suis votre hôte ! I am your host!” It falls backwards, laughing.
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
the dwarf sits up, screaming his head off. "Whatza! back! ill get all of ya! back i say, back!"
“Don’t fear me, I’m friendly!”
"Demons! all of ya! Demons! Heritics! goblin lovers!"
A paladin falls from the sky. he is short and stocky, with a beard stretching down to his knees. he survives the landing just fine, but the same cant be said when his warhammer falls down afterhim, hitting him on the head
Kal laughs as he watches the paladin, doing a loop in the air.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
the dwarf sits up, screaming his head off. "Whatza! back! ill get all of ya! back i say, back!"
“Don’t fear me, I’m friendly!”
"Demons! all of ya! Demons! Heritics! goblin lovers!"
“I do love goblins! Their blood is delicious.”
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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!
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
*Hello, Arch! How art thou today?*
The still-nameless Effigy sees this macabre scene only a few moments after the cabaret has left. It walks a bit closer to the corpse, looking down at the inky blood painted upon the tree, silent.
*I’m great! As the Conferencier is now officially level 2, I’m upgrading his stats*
The Conferencier twirls around to See the effigy, smiling. “He didn’t listen to me.”
*That's wonderful! Good to hear you're doing great!*
"...I see..." They respond, more curious than anything else. They place their finger on a bit of the still-fresh ichor that drips from the written warning. "...Do you have to do this often?"
*how are you, my dear Yvonne?*
it shakes its head. “NEIN. Only if someone breaks the rules… no troubles in the cabaret…” it takes the dagger, sheathing it beneath his clothing.
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Kal flies down to the body and starts licking the blood.
The Conferencier, perched on a nearby rock in the shadows, cleaning his arms and hands of blood and fixing his over the top makeup, watches Kal.
Kal looks up, noticing him. “Oh. Hello there!”
“Hello… care for a drink at the cabaret?”
“Yes please. Blood?”
It nods. “Follow me, good sir!” It gestures to the Curseater cabaret, a nearby, lopsided three-story building built haphazardly out of twisted, demonic wood and stone.
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Kal flies down to the body and starts licking the blood.
The Conferencier, perched on a nearby rock in the shadows, cleaning his arms and hands of blood and fixing his over the top makeup, watches Kal.
Kal looks up, noticing him. “Oh. Hello there!”
“Hello… care for a drink at the cabaret?”
“Yes please. Blood?”
It nods. “Follow me, good sir!” It gestures to the Curseater cabaret, a nearby, lopsided three-story building built haphazardly out of twisted, demonic wood and stone.
“Nice place.” He comments.
*How are you, Arch?*
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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!
One of the many hundreds- possibly even thousands at this point- Unholy beings within the Tenebris Sine Fine has recently attempted to destroy the Curseater cabaret.
their corpse, that of a dark knight with a flaming sword, is being stabbed into mercilessly over, and over, and over, and over, and over again by the Conferencier, wielding a silver dagger. The corpse is then tied to the post of a twisted tree by the cabaret, a message written in black blood painted over the bark.
NO TROUBLES HERE
Kal flies down to the body and starts licking the blood.
The Conferencier, perched on a nearby rock in the shadows, cleaning his arms and hands of blood and fixing his over the top makeup, watches Kal.
Kal looks up, noticing him. “Oh. Hello there!”
“Hello… care for a drink at the cabaret?”
“Yes please. Blood?”
It nods. “Follow me, good sir!” It gestures to the Curseater cabaret, a nearby, lopsided three-story building built haphazardly out of twisted, demonic wood and stone.
“Nice place.” He comments.
*How are you, Arch?*
*I’m good, but I have a sore throat and I’m sneezing a lot :<*
the Conferencier leads him inside the cabaret, a tavern and inn lit up by green, blue and pink lanterns, with a giant stage in the center where some more humanoid unholy beings are performing. The Conferencier slides behind the bar, fixing Kal a drink made of blood.
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The Conferencier, who was calmly cleaning his leather gloves of blood, looks up to Giratina, waving, while grinning that terrifying grin.
said palidain has fallen to the ground, unconscious.
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I’m great! As the Conferencier is now officially level 2, I’m upgrading his stats*
The Conferencier twirls around to See the effigy, smiling. “He didn’t listen to me.”
Its eyes widen at the Conferencier's expression. "I don't believe we've met. Who, or what, are you?"
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!
Kal flies over and taps him lightly on the back, still laughing.
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 thought the Conferencier was a pacifist?*
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 dwarf sits up, screaming his head off. "Whatza! back! ill get all of ya! back i say, back!"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
<CRAP! The Messenger only has 910 Feet of Movement! There wasn't enough fitting flaws to reach 1000 feet!>
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)
*That's wonderful! Good to hear you're doing great!*
"...I see..." They respond, more curious than anything else. They place their finger on a bit of the still-fresh ichor that drips from the written warning. "...Do you have to do this often?"
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, it is. It doesn’t start fights.*
*It just finishes them.*
“Don’t fear me, I’m friendly!”
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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“Hello… care for a drink at the cabaret?”
“Yes please. Blood?”
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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“je suis votre hôte ! I am your host!” It falls backwards, laughing.
"Demons! all of ya! Demons! Heritics! goblin lovers!"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
“I do love goblins! Their blood is delicious.”
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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*how are you, my dear Yvonne?*
it shakes its head. “NEIN. Only if someone breaks the rules… no troubles in the cabaret…” it takes the dagger, sheathing it beneath his clothing.
It nods. “Follow me, good sir!” It gestures to the Curseater cabaret, a nearby, lopsided three-story building built haphazardly out of twisted, demonic wood and stone.
“Nice place.” He comments.
*How are you, Arch?*
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’m good, but I have a sore throat and I’m sneezing a lot :<*
the Conferencier leads him inside the cabaret, a tavern and inn lit up by green, blue and pink lanterns, with a giant stage in the center where some more humanoid unholy beings are performing. The Conferencier slides behind the bar, fixing Kal a drink made of blood.