The Nameless Effigy is still wandering the city, looking for some form of purpose or answers about what it should do next. The tap-tap-tapping of its sharp legs against the streets below echo through alleyways and down paths as it scuttles around in its meandering search.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Nameless Effigy is still wandering the city, looking for some form of purpose or answers about what it should do next. The tap-tap-tapping of its sharp legs against the streets below echo through alleyways and down paths as it scuttles around in its meandering search.
It finds a strange building. It's not big, and it doesn't suit the current architecture at all. It's a medium-sized inn with a glowing symbol on top depicting a golden dragon happily eating a burger. A Golden Dragon Inn, as common and valuable as dirt on the surface world.
Sitting outside is a chubby, grey-skinned humanoid with black stubble and gold-tinted glasses. His white silk suit shines like a star against the ruined world around him, pristine with stylish droplets of blood on his gilded cuffs and suede shoes. He hums to himself, a comforting, warming tune. He's reading a new newspaper, unheard of in the Endless Dark.
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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 Nameless Effigy is still wandering the city, looking for some form of purpose or answers about what it should do next. The tap-tap-tapping of its sharp legs against the streets below echo through alleyways and down paths as it scuttles around in its meandering search.
It finds a strange building. It's not big, and it doesn't suit the current architecture at all. It's a medium-sized inn with a glowing symbol on top depicting a golden dragon happily eating a burger. A Golden Dragon Inn, as common and valuable as dirt on the surface world.
Sitting outside is a chubby, grey-skinned humanoid with black stubble and gold-tinted glasses. His white silk suit shines like a star against the ruined world around him, pristine with stylish droplets of blood on his gilded cuffs and suede shoes. He hums to himself, a comforting, warming tune. He's reading a new newspaper, unheard of in the Endless Dark.
The puppet looks up at the glowing sign with nonexistent eyes, seeming more curious than anything else. Its gaze is then drawn down when it hears the man humming to himself, and then it shifts again to see the newspaper. Curiouser and curiouser...
"Hello." It starts, its voice faintly muffled under its bone china exoskeleton. "If I may ask, where did you find that?" It gestures to the newspaper. "I've heard they stopped printing new entries here ages ago."
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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)
It finds a strange building. It's not big, and it doesn't suit the current architecture at all. It's a medium-sized inn with a glowing symbol on top depicting a golden dragon happily eating a burger. A Golden Dragon Inn, as common and valuable as dirt on the surface world.
Sitting outside is a chubby, grey-skinned humanoid with black stubble and gold-tinted glasses. His white silk suit shines like a star against the ruined world around him, pristine with stylish droplets of blood on his gilded cuffs and suede shoes. He hums to himself, a comforting, warming tune. He's reading a new newspaper, unheard of in the Endless Dark.
The puppet looks up at the glowing sign with nonexistent eyes, seeming more curious than anything else. Its gaze is then drawn down when it hears the man humming to himself, and then it shifts again to see the newspaper. Curiouser and curiouser...
"Hello." It starts, its voice faintly muffled under its bone china exoskeleton. "If I may ask, where did you find that?" It gestures to the newspaper. "I've heard they stopped printing new entries here ages ago."
He offers it the paper. "Oh, I got it from my friends upstairs. Wanna put in an order? It'll cost you some coin, but we can get you just about anything."
*I just realized I'm playing the same character on three threads at once*
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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.
It finds a strange building. It's not big, and it doesn't suit the current architecture at all. It's a medium-sized inn with a glowing symbol on top depicting a golden dragon happily eating a burger. A Golden Dragon Inn, as common and valuable as dirt on the surface world.
Sitting outside is a chubby, grey-skinned humanoid with black stubble and gold-tinted glasses. His white silk suit shines like a star against the ruined world around him, pristine with stylish droplets of blood on his gilded cuffs and suede shoes. He hums to himself, a comforting, warming tune. He's reading a new newspaper, unheard of in the Endless Dark.
The puppet looks up at the glowing sign with nonexistent eyes, seeming more curious than anything else. Its gaze is then drawn down when it hears the man humming to himself, and then it shifts again to see the newspaper. Curiouser and curiouser...
"Hello." It starts, its voice faintly muffled under its bone china exoskeleton. "If I may ask, where did you find that?" It gestures to the newspaper. "I've heard they stopped printing new entries here ages ago."
He offers it the paper. "Oh, I got it from my friends upstairs. Wanna put in an order? It'll cost you some coin, but we can get you just about anything."
*I just realized I'm playing the same character on three threads at once*
"Thank you." It looks at the paper for a moment, skimming the pages before it hands it back to him. "How so? I thought the surface was inaccessible from down here." It asks, a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity in its voice.
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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)
He offers it the paper. "Oh, I got it from my friends upstairs. Wanna put in an order? It'll cost you some coin, but we can get you just about anything."
*I just realized I'm playing the same character on three threads at once*
"Thank you." It looks at the paper for a moment, skimming the pages before it hands it back to him. "How so? I thought the surface was inaccessible from down here." It asks, a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity in its voice.
"You can't go up... but they can send things down. Besides, those of us with certain pacts can find loopholes." He folds it up. "Comes with the domain."
"It's about lunch time. Can you eat, friend?"
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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.
He offers it the paper. "Oh, I got it from my friends upstairs. Wanna put in an order? It'll cost you some coin, but we can get you just about anything."
*I just realized I'm playing the same character on three threads at once*
"Thank you." It looks at the paper for a moment, skimming the pages before it hands it back to him. "How so? I thought the surface was inaccessible from down here." It asks, a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity in its voice.
"You can't go up... but they can send things down. Besides, those of us with certain pacts can find loopholes." He folds it up. "Comes with the domain."
"It's about lunch time. Can you eat, friend?"
The effigy nods in understanding, before it thinks to itself for a moment. "...I'm not sure. Never was given the chance to find out- never needed to."
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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)
"You can't go up... but they can send things down. Besides, those of us with certain pacts can find loopholes." He folds it up. "Comes with the domain."
"It's about lunch time. Can you eat, friend?"
The effigy nods in understanding, before it thinks to itself for a moment. "...I'm not sure. Never was given the chance to find out- never needed to."
He grins. "Well, my job is to bring opportunity wherever I go. Come on inside, we can look at the menu together. I'll pay for your meal. No strings attached, friend." He stands up without any sense of urgency.
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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.
"You can't go up... but they can send things down. Besides, those of us with certain pacts can find loopholes." He folds it up. "Comes with the domain."
"It's about lunch time. Can you eat, friend?"
The effigy nods in understanding, before it thinks to itself for a moment. "...I'm not sure. Never was given the chance to find out- never needed to."
He grins. "Well, my job is to bring opportunity wherever I go. Come on inside, we can look at the menu together. I'll pay for your meal. No strings attached, friend." He stands up without any sense of urgency.
It seems surprised by his words, not sure how to react at first. "That sounds very nice. Thank you." Its bladed legs lower its more humanoid form to the ground, folding up as much as they can as to be able to properly fit through the doorway, which it holds open for him.
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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)
He grins. "Well, my job is to bring opportunity wherever I go. Come on inside, we can look at the menu together. I'll pay for your meal. No strings attached, friend." He stands up without any sense of urgency.
It seems surprised by his words, not sure how to react at first. "That sounds very nice. Thank you." Its bladed legs lower its more humanoid form to the ground, folding up as much as they can as to be able to properly fit through the doorway, which it holds open for him.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I own this place. I should hold the door for you." Nonetheless, he accepts the gesture. Inside, the menu looks like a fast food place, with burgers, fish sandwiches, tots, shakes, sodas, and ice cream. No breakfast items, though. "Our menu is bare-bones at the moment, but we're trying to add items that appeal to locals. After all, they're not forced to eat like most of our customers up-top."
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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.
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 grins. "Well, my job is to bring opportunity wherever I go. Come on inside, we can look at the menu together. I'll pay for your meal. No strings attached, friend." He stands up without any sense of urgency.
It seems surprised by his words, not sure how to react at first. "That sounds very nice. Thank you." Its bladed legs lower its more humanoid form to the ground, folding up as much as they can as to be able to properly fit through the doorway, which it holds open for him.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I own this place. I should hold the door for you." Nonetheless, he accepts the gesture. Inside, the menu looks like a fast food place, with burgers, fish sandwiches, tots, shakes, sodas, and ice cream. No breakfast items, though. "Our menu is bare-bones at the moment, but we're trying to add items that appeal to locals. After all, they're not forced to eat like most of our customers up-top."
The effigy walks inside after him, looking around the space- this is the first time it's been in any sort of restaurant. "You own all of this? Incredible..." It looks around for a place to sit, though it's clear that it doesn't really know what it's supposed to do. The construct instead chooses to read through the menu, carefully considering every single option.
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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)
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I own this place. I should hold the door for you." Nonetheless, he accepts the gesture. Inside, the menu looks like a fast food place, with burgers, fish sandwiches, tots, shakes, sodas, and ice cream. No breakfast items, though. "Our menu is bare-bones at the moment, but we're trying to add items that appeal to locals. After all, they're not forced to eat like most of our customers up-top."
The effigy walks inside after him, looking around the space- this is the first time it's been in any sort of restaurant. "You own all of this? Incredible..." It looks around for a place to sit, though it's clear that it doesn't really know what it's supposed to do. The construct instead chooses to read through the menu, carefully considering every single option.
He helps it through the basics. "I own hundreds of places like this, but better," he replies between gentle instructions. "I gave them up for you. They still exist, but not down here. I wanted to be here for you, even when everyone else has abandoned the monsters they created. I've always felt more comfortable with hurt people who hurt people."
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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.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I own this place. I should hold the door for you." Nonetheless, he accepts the gesture. Inside, the menu looks like a fast food place, with burgers, fish sandwiches, tots, shakes, sodas, and ice cream. No breakfast items, though. "Our menu is bare-bones at the moment, but we're trying to add items that appeal to locals. After all, they're not forced to eat like most of our customers up-top."
The effigy walks inside after him, looking around the space- this is the first time it's been in any sort of restaurant. "You own all of this? Incredible..." It looks around for a place to sit, though it's clear that it doesn't really know what it's supposed to do. The construct instead chooses to read through the menu, carefully considering every single option.
He helps it through the basics. "I own hundreds of places like this, but better," he replies between gentle instructions. "I gave them up for you. They still exist, but not down here. I wanted to be here for you, even when everyone else has abandoned the monsters they created. I've always felt more comfortable with hurt people who hurt people."
It takes in everything he says, seeming to now have a better sense of how to proceed. It's unfamiliar with something so tranquil, so... human, for lack of a better word. "I understand, I think... though I have one question. Doesn't this mean you're trapped down here now, too?" It asks, before deciding on its order- the standard burger, with a drink on the side. Might as well start with the basics, it thinks.
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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)
*Oh, I only just read that characters of level 7 and higher can choose or make an artifact. That's really neat. I wonder what sort of artifact would be good for Ravarus....*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Malrick is near dead. He drops down and lands on his feet. He looks into the distance. "He is too strong, it is time to go." He takes off his bindings, leaving them on the ground. His soul... Was not meant for this place. He begins to walk, his body slowly disappearing. Nothing is left of Malrick, except the memories you have of him, The bindings, his armor, and a letter. He turns back to Correlion. Barely a human shape. "You... You truly are evil." He raises his hand. A blast of radiant power is released. 90 Radiant damage. "Goodbye."
Correlion lands nearby, its armored wings instinctively moving to shield itself from the blast. The radiant light ebbs away as they move their feathers back into a folded position, their breath heaving quietly. Silvery blood drips slowly down the two rather large gashes in their skin, one from the waist up to the lower pectoral horizontally, and the other running from the shoulder across the chest. Both are healing slowly, the skin mending back together as Correlion breaths a sigh of relief. Where its feet touch down, small, red roses bloom, curling up as if reaching for a nonexistent sun. Their crossbow disappears in a dim flash, Correlion cautiously approaching where the armor and letter lay. It gently reaches down and picks up the paper, as if to read it.
“Evil..” It repeats quietly. “Yes.. perhaps so. The defined act of evil, ever-changing in definition from the ‘good’ that shepherd it. Perhaps it is in my nature to be this.. evil you have defined.” Correlion speaks softly, as if talking to itself. “I have slain kings of man.. the kings of the heaven shall lie next in my pursuit. Peace.. has never been an option. The heavens will fall by my blade, and the balance of the world shall be restored without the oppressor.” The fallen angel stares disdainfully at where Malrick once lied. “I am evil, yes? So it shall be. May my blade find the hearts of the self-proclaimed righteous good, may it find and strike down the deceivers and tyrants of man, and may those souls dead by my hand never see peace in the life beyond.”
They lift a hand to their face, their fingertip glowing as they softly mutter an arcane word. “My first act.. to free the companion of mine of its twisted curse, its endless hunger.” The angel’s voice softens. “My first true companion. May you continue free of your burdens, Bludspiter. I have trained my magic enough - I will remove the curse that torments you.”
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*im gonna finish up writing correlion’s entry and layer :]*
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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'm good with anything you wanna play!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wonderful! Then, here ya go!*
The Nameless Effigy is still wandering the city, looking for some form of purpose or answers about what it should do next. The tap-tap-tapping of its sharp legs against the streets below echo through alleyways and down paths as it scuttles around in its meandering search.
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)
It finds a strange building. It's not big, and it doesn't suit the current architecture at all. It's a medium-sized inn with a glowing symbol on top depicting a golden dragon happily eating a burger. A Golden Dragon Inn, as common and valuable as dirt on the surface world.
Sitting outside is a chubby, grey-skinned humanoid with black stubble and gold-tinted glasses. His white silk suit shines like a star against the ruined world around him, pristine with stylish droplets of blood on his gilded cuffs and suede shoes. He hums to himself, a comforting, warming tune. He's reading a new newspaper, unheard of in the Endless Dark.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The puppet looks up at the glowing sign with nonexistent eyes, seeming more curious than anything else. Its gaze is then drawn down when it hears the man humming to himself, and then it shifts again to see the newspaper. Curiouser and curiouser...
"Hello." It starts, its voice faintly muffled under its bone china exoskeleton. "If I may ask, where did you find that?" It gestures to the newspaper. "I've heard they stopped printing new entries here ages ago."
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)
He offers it the paper. "Oh, I got it from my friends upstairs. Wanna put in an order? It'll cost you some coin, but we can get you just about anything."
*I just realized I'm playing the same character on three threads at once*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you." It looks at the paper for a moment, skimming the pages before it hands it back to him. "How so? I thought the surface was inaccessible from down here." It asks, a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity in its voice.
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)
"You can't go up... but they can send things down. Besides, those of us with certain pacts can find loopholes." He folds it up. "Comes with the domain."
"It's about lunch time. Can you eat, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The effigy nods in understanding, before it thinks to itself for a moment. "...I'm not sure. Never was given the chance to find out- never needed to."
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)
He grins. "Well, my job is to bring opportunity wherever I go. Come on inside, we can look at the menu together. I'll pay for your meal. No strings attached, friend." He stands up without any sense of urgency.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It seems surprised by his words, not sure how to react at first. "That sounds very nice. Thank you." Its bladed legs lower its more humanoid form to the ground, folding up as much as they can as to be able to properly fit through the doorway, which it holds open for him.
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)
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I own this place. I should hold the door for you." Nonetheless, he accepts the gesture. Inside, the menu looks like a fast food place, with burgers, fish sandwiches, tots, shakes, sodas, and ice cream. No breakfast items, though. "Our menu is bare-bones at the moment, but we're trying to add items that appeal to locals. After all, they're not forced to eat like most of our customers up-top."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Giratina is wandering the plane.
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!
The effigy walks inside after him, looking around the space- this is the first time it's been in any sort of restaurant. "You own all of this? Incredible..." It looks around for a place to sit, though it's clear that it doesn't really know what it's supposed to do. The construct instead chooses to read through the menu, carefully considering every single option.
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)
He helps it through the basics. "I own hundreds of places like this, but better," he replies between gentle instructions. "I gave them up for you. They still exist, but not down here. I wanted to be here for you, even when everyone else has abandoned the monsters they created. I've always felt more comfortable with hurt people who hurt people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It takes in everything he says, seeming to now have a better sense of how to proceed. It's unfamiliar with something so tranquil, so... human, for lack of a better word. "I understand, I think... though I have one question. Doesn't this mean you're trapped down here now, too?" It asks, before deciding on its order- the standard burger, with a drink on the side. Might as well start with the basics, it thinks.
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, I only just read that characters of level 7 and higher can choose or make an artifact. That's really neat. I wonder what sort of artifact would be good for Ravarus....*
"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 lands nearby, its armored wings instinctively moving to shield itself from the blast. The radiant light ebbs away as they move their feathers back into a folded position, their breath heaving quietly. Silvery blood drips slowly down the two rather large gashes in their skin, one from the waist up to the lower pectoral horizontally, and the other running from the shoulder across the chest. Both are healing slowly, the skin mending back together as Correlion breaths a sigh of relief. Where its feet touch down, small, red roses bloom, curling up as if reaching for a nonexistent sun. Their crossbow disappears in a dim flash, Correlion cautiously approaching where the armor and letter lay. It gently reaches down and picks up the paper, as if to read it.
“Evil..” It repeats quietly. “Yes.. perhaps so. The defined act of evil, ever-changing in definition from the ‘good’ that shepherd it. Perhaps it is in my nature to be this.. evil you have defined.” Correlion speaks softly, as if talking to itself. “I have slain kings of man.. the kings of the heaven shall lie next in my pursuit. Peace.. has never been an option. The heavens will fall by my blade, and the balance of the world shall be restored without the oppressor.” The fallen angel stares disdainfully at where Malrick once lied. “I am evil, yes? So it shall be. May my blade find the hearts of the self-proclaimed righteous good, may it find and strike down the deceivers and tyrants of man, and may those souls dead by my hand never see peace in the life beyond.”
They lift a hand to their face, their fingertip glowing as they softly mutter an arcane word. “My first act.. to free the companion of mine of its twisted curse, its endless hunger.” The angel’s voice softens. “My first true companion. May you continue free of your burdens, Bludspiter. I have trained my magic enough - I will remove the curse that torments you.”
— 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
*Woot!*
"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
*im gonna finish up writing correlion’s entry and layer :]*
— 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
*Sweet. Can't wait to see it*
"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