Rak is hissing, standing on the ground and trying to dig.
A tall, golem like creature walks up to Rak. He observes him trying to gauge if he is a threat.
Rak does not seem hostile, only angry. He turns around. “What. Do. You. Want.”
The figure does not speak. Just staring down.
Rak hisses again. “Speak, fool.”
He speaks in a low gravely voice. "I am no fool."
“Everyone is a fool compared to me.” He says haughtily.
"Interesting." He says dryly.
“What are you?”
"I am ... A being of considerable power."
“As am I. I am Rak.”
"I have no name, never had a reason for one. You may call me Z.
“Z. What is your purpose?”
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"Honorable duel...hm...I have never really seen such a thing. War is cruel, bloody, and often rife with deceit and attempts to win by any means. It is the nature of conflict, of strife, to not care for virtue or ideals."
Correlion takes a deep breath, exhaling softly with a slight smile as if imagining the carnage. “War.. is such a mortal concept. True war is bloody, desperate, and a circumstance where both sides lose, no matter the victory. These strifless and virtueless conflicts are not true battles of war - those are disgusting wastes of time and resources. Many mortal wars are fought at the behest of the elite, who send their subjects to death to further advance their goals. Scum. It cannot match to a true siege, one where each soldier knows that they are fighting for, until it is ingrained in their very being, until they cannot turn back. True war is.. beautiful. But here? This will never be attained. Many trapped in this place would prefer to hide in their own lairs, cowards, sending those sworn to them into battle. It disgusts me.”
"I suppose when such beings are...by design...instilled with specific ideals and no real desire to think beyond such programing...such conflicts can seem elegant. Mortals are not such beings. They were not created for specific purpose such as I, but simply exist in the chaos of ebb and flow of..."greater" beings that act on behalf of cosmic forces that never cared for their existence. They must make their own purpose...and it is messy and contradictory and fleeting. But it's all they know. All they can hope for."
Correlion nods. “I do not despise mortals. Only their natural inclination towards weakness, but that is fixed with time. Do you enjoy war? Or is it simply another front that you are forced into?”
"I enjoy combat, it comes naturally to me. War is...different. It was better when fighting the enemy alone."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Claw nods and bows his head. “A-and what if Max comes back? Does this oath apply to him?”
Correlion gently rests their scimitar on Claw’s shoulder, before quickly drawing the blade back and twisting to make a shallow cut on his cheek. “If Max returns within your body, the oath does not extend to him. Your oath is yours alone.”
“Thank you. I am very glad that you understand the difference between Max and I.” He winces as he touches the cut, pressing on it to stop the bleeding. “Will you show me your lair and where I will be staying?”
The cut is shallow enough to stop bleeding once pressure is applied. Correlion nods. “You are who you say you are. Should you say that you are Max, I will accept it as so, and the opposite applies. Come with me. I will show you your home.” The angel extends a hand.
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It laughs dryly. "If only that strength had uses outside of this forsaken realm."
He would hear a loud cackling. "Oh, I have plenty of strength even outside my domain. I'm just not gunning to get myself killed for no reason. There are plently more ways to get what you want then just blindly attacking people."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Claw nods and bows his head. “A-and what if Max comes back? Does this oath apply to him?”
Correlion gently rests their scimitar on Claw’s shoulder, before quickly drawing the blade back and twisting to make a shallow cut on his cheek. “If Max returns within your body, the oath does not extend to him. Your oath is yours alone.”
“Thank you. I am very glad that you understand the difference between Max and I.” He winces as he touches the cut, pressing on it to stop the bleeding. “Will you show me your lair and where I will be staying?”
The cut is shallow enough to stop bleeding once pressure is applied. Correlion nods. “You are who you say you are. Should you say that you are Max, I will accept it as so, and the opposite applies. Come with me. I will show you your home.” The angel extends a hand.
Claw nods, smiling, and follows Correlion.
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Rak is hissing, standing on the ground and trying to dig.
A tall, golem like creature walks up to Rak. He observes him trying to gauge if he is a threat.
Rak does not seem hostile, only angry. He turns around. “What. Do. You. Want.”
The figure does not speak. Just staring down.
Rak hisses again. “Speak, fool.”
He speaks in a low gravely voice. "I am no fool."
“Everyone is a fool compared to me.” He says haughtily.
"Interesting." He says dryly.
“What are you?”
"I am ... A being of considerable power."
“As am I. I am Rak.”
"I have no name, never had a reason for one. You may call me Z.
“Z. What is your purpose?”
"To gain power, it pleases me to gain strength."
“That is my purpose as well.”
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"I enjoy combat, it comes naturally to me. War is...different. It was better when fighting the enemy alone."
“It is much different than single combat.” Correlion agrees. “I formed my layer in thought of such war, and how possibly I may quickly end it should it be brought to my layer. Are you interested in military strategy, or simply single combat?”
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Rak is hissing, standing on the ground and trying to dig.
A tall, golem like creature walks up to Rak. He observes him trying to gauge if he is a threat.
Rak does not seem hostile, only angry. He turns around. “What. Do. You. Want.”
The figure does not speak. Just staring down.
Rak hisses again. “Speak, fool.”
He speaks in a low gravely voice. "I am no fool."
“Everyone is a fool compared to me.” He says haughtily.
"Interesting." He says dryly.
“What are you?”
"I am ... A being of considerable power."
“As am I. I am Rak.”
"I have no name, never had a reason for one. You may call me Z.
“Z. What is your purpose?”
"To gain power, it pleases me to gain strength."
“That is my purpose as well.”
"Interesting, It might suit us if we join forces and split the power of our fallen enemies."
“Hmmmmmmmm. That it would. And I promise not to call you a fool again. You are not a fool.”
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After a short couple of minutes meditation, both de-materialize, reforming with a slight tingling feeling on the walls of a massive city. The sky is an organish-gold color, like an evening dusk, the floor under their feet made of blackstone and cobbled ground. The wall they’re currently stood on is overlooking a vast city, the area behind them built into the ashen tree, some form of towering fortress. This entire area seems to be built to resist siege, with arrow slits and artillery weapons mounted in even segments along the walls. In addition, there are several strange tube-like structures built into the ground, holding a silver crystal in each.
The air here is temperate, slightly warm with a degree of comfortable humidity, red vines stretching up and down the walls. Correlion’s flag hangs from the fortress, and several fully armed soldiers are seen patrolling. Most carry melee weapons and rudimentary firearms, dressed in armor that gives them full coverage.
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Rak is hissing, standing on the ground and trying to dig.
A tall, golem like creature walks up to Rak. He observes him trying to gauge if he is a threat.
Rak does not seem hostile, only angry. He turns around. “What. Do. You. Want.”
The figure does not speak. Just staring down.
Rak hisses again. “Speak, fool.”
He speaks in a low gravely voice. "I am no fool."
“Everyone is a fool compared to me.” He says haughtily.
"Interesting." He says dryly.
“What are you?”
"I am ... A being of considerable power."
“As am I. I am Rak.”
"I have no name, never had a reason for one. You may call me Z.
“Z. What is your purpose?”
"To gain power, it pleases me to gain strength."
“That is my purpose as well.”
"Interesting, It might suit us if we join forces and split the power of our fallen enemies."
“Hmmmmmmmm. That it would. And I promise not to call you a fool again. You are not a fool.”
"That is appreciated, those who insult me twice do not tend to do it a third time."
He gives a buglike smile. “Understood.”
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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!
After a short couple of minutes meditation, both de-materialize, reforming with a slight tingling feeling on the walls of a massive city. The sky is an organish-gold color, like an evening dusk, the floor under their feet made of blackstone and cobbled ground. The wall they’re currently stood on is overlooking a vast city, the area behind them built into the ashen tree, some form of towering fortress. This entire area seems to be built to resist siege, with arrow slits and artillery weapons mounted in even segments along the walls. In addition, there are several strange tube-like structures built into the ground, holding a silver crystal in each.
The air here is temperate, slightly warm with a degree of comfortable humidity, red vines stretching up and down the walls. Correlion’s flag hangs from the fortress, and several fully armed soldiers are seen patrolling. Most carry melee weapons and rudimentary firearms, dressed in armor that gives them full coverage.
“You have many Hellriders.” Claw says, impressed.
*gtg for an hour and 30, but I’ll be back.*
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"I enjoy combat, it comes naturally to me. War is...different. It was better when fighting the enemy alone."
“It is much different than single combat.” Correlion agrees. “I formed my layer in thought of such war, and how possibly I may quickly end it should it be brought to my layer. Are you interested in military strategy, or simply single combat?”
"I have participated in all facets of warfare, but prefer fighting on my own or leading a small squad of other that were created like me."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
From the darkness of the abyss a creature is born. Slimy and small, it takes its first steps.
The creature is a newborn dragon, though it doesn’t seem to be a normal dragon. It’s a dark, purplish black colour, blending in with the surroundings, and has a longer, more snake like body. Its wings haven’t formed yet, so it walks on its four legs. It’s about the size of a young kitten. For a creature of the abyss, it’s oddly friendly looking.
It was not sent here. It is the abyss's first native…
*Hello, this is my character’s introduction. I haven’t a name for it yet, but I hope ye like it.*
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
“Z. What is your purpose?”
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 enjoy combat, it comes naturally to me. War is...different. It was better when fighting the enemy alone."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
The cut is shallow enough to stop bleeding once pressure is applied. Correlion nods. “You are who you say you are. Should you say that you are Max, I will accept it as so, and the opposite applies. Come with me. I will show you your home.” The angel extends a hand.
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"To gain power, it pleases me to gain strength."
He would hear a loud cackling. "Oh, I have plenty of strength even outside my domain. I'm just not gunning to get myself killed for no reason. There are plently more ways to get what you want then just blindly attacking people."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Claw nods, smiling, and follows Correlion.
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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“That is my purpose as well.”
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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*Sure, Correlion would probably be the only being he'd allow to do so at this time honestly.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Interesting, It might suit us if we join forces and split the power of our fallen enemies."
“It is much different than single combat.” Correlion agrees. “I formed my layer in thought of such war, and how possibly I may quickly end it should it be brought to my layer. Are you interested in military strategy, or simply single combat?”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Hmmmmmmmm. That it would. And I promise not to call you a fool again. You are not a fool.”
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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"That is appreciated, those who insult me twice do not tend to do it a third time."
After a short couple of minutes meditation, both de-materialize, reforming with a slight tingling feeling on the walls of a massive city. The sky is an organish-gold color, like an evening dusk, the floor under their feet made of blackstone and cobbled ground. The wall they’re currently stood on is overlooking a vast city, the area behind them built into the ashen tree, some form of towering fortress. This entire area seems to be built to resist siege, with arrow slits and artillery weapons mounted in even segments along the walls. In addition, there are several strange tube-like structures built into the ground, holding a silver crystal in each.
The air here is temperate, slightly warm with a degree of comfortable humidity, red vines stretching up and down the walls. Correlion’s flag hangs from the fortress, and several fully armed soldiers are seen patrolling. Most carry melee weapons and rudimentary firearms, dressed in armor that gives them full coverage.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He gives a buglike smile. “Understood.”
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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“You have many Hellriders.” Claw says, impressed.
*gtg for an hour and 30, but I’ll be back.*
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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"So, shall we find someone to kill?"
"I have participated in all facets of warfare, but prefer fighting on my own or leading a small squad of other that were created like me."
"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, darlings!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hey there!*
From the darkness of the abyss a creature is born. Slimy and small, it takes its first steps.
The creature is a newborn dragon, though it doesn’t seem to be a normal dragon. It’s a dark, purplish black colour, blending in with the surroundings, and has a longer, more snake like body. Its wings haven’t formed yet, so it walks on its four legs. It’s about the size of a young kitten. For a creature of the abyss, it’s oddly friendly looking.
It was not sent here.
It is the abyss's first native…
*Hello, this is my character’s introduction. I haven’t a name for it yet, but I hope ye like it.*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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