*Ash appears to be absent, can I go? I'm just dashing 120 feet.*
*sure. Then it's lydia's turn*
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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
"Believe me, this is sheerly for my own selfish desire for something interesting during my imprisonment here. You look like quite the character, you should know. Your reputation precedes you, I should say. I'm not looking for allyship, nor for your undying loyalty, but I believe I may have a few bells and whistles of my own that should shine just brightly enough to tickle your fancy." She smiles, what looks like genuinely, as the scroll's flames surrounding her die out quickly.
"A seemingly shared sentiment." The angel replies. "It is unfortunate what this has come to, but such conflict was inevitable. Many here seek blood for their.. entertainment. I wish I could say I was above those desires."
Thaterin nods solemnly. "That hunger has claimed many good soldiers from me. Thankfully you seem to still retain yourself. That's good, you must have excellent will. I can't say I wish to spill blood myself, but the prospect does sound appealing from an outside perspective. You yourself seem entertaining enough for the time being, though."
Correlion frowns. "Soldiers?" The angel mutters something under their breath in Celestial, like a swear, as they wince. "You do not strike me as the type to have soldiers."
She shrugs lightly, wings fluttering more heavily for a second with some sort of expression thinly veiled by their passive smile. "Not anymore." She sighs. "My troop has been taken from me, just as I have been taken from them. I built, led, and died for corps of countless. War was.. something I was unfortunately made for myself, and as much as I'd like to leave that buried with my draconian maker," Thaterin gestures, and the scroll unravels slightly, and its visible now that it doesn't move as much that the paper is scrawled in with hundreds of draconic-reminiscent glyps, as well as the ends that bind the paper into its shape being textured by some sort of golden scale-like designs. "It just keeps coming back to haunt me. Born of flame, destined to return to it, the face of blight will siege until it is culled." She recites the last sentence as if it were something she were recalling, and her cadence is reminiscent of some sort of poetry.
Nova has begun to approach the fight, looking onwards with its eyes- both the obvious and the more hidden set- staring on as if hunting something in the conflict, unblinking. One hand is out at their side, looking as if it were ready to draw a non-existent blade from a non-existent sheath if it were to become necessary
*Oh, forgot to put, about 120 ft from the main combat*
*For whoever :))*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*If you want the technical reason, he had 7 DP so I removed 5.*
“I have no idea… Claw is… the other one? He’s in my head but not trying to control the body.”
"Yes.. I told him to relax. He's the one that reformed when you well.. died."
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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
Nova has begun to approach the fight, looking onwards with its eyes- both the obvious and the more hidden set- staring on as if hunting something in the conflict, unblinking. One hand is out at their side, looking as if it were ready to draw a non-existent blade from a non-existent sheath if it were to become necessary
*Oh, forgot to put, about 120 ft from the main combat*
*Ash appears to be absent, can I go? I'm just dashing 120 feet.*
*sure. Then it's lydia's turn*
The scroll around Thaterin ignites once more, as a large pink lance shimmers above her, then firmly flies into Umbraveth, lodging itself directly between his eyes.
Int save against Psychic lance. On a fail 32 psychic damage, as well as incapacitated.
Nova has begun to approach the fight, looking onwards with its eyes- both the obvious and the more hidden set- staring on as if hunting something in the conflict, unblinking. One hand is out at their side, looking as if it were ready to draw a non-existent blade from a non-existent sheath if it were to become necessary
*Oh, forgot to put, about 120 ft from the main combat*
*For whoever :))*
Desto raises a hand to stop Nova. “Don’t.”
*Desc please?* "Don't what?" Nova speaks softly, the echo almost inaudible. Their eyes have not left the battle "I have no plans of any further action without any extenuating developments"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Believe me, this is sheerly for my own selfish desire for something interesting during my imprisonment here. You look like quite the character, you should know. Your reputation precedes you, I should say. I'm not looking for allyship, nor for your undying loyalty, but I believe I may have a few bells and whistles of my own that should shine just brightly enough to tickle your fancy." She smiles, what looks like genuinely, as the scroll's flames surrounding her die out quickly.
"A seemingly shared sentiment." The angel replies. "It is unfortunate what this has come to, but such conflict was inevitable. Many here seek blood for their.. entertainment. I wish I could say I was above those desires."
Thaterin nods solemnly. "That hunger has claimed many good soldiers from me. Thankfully you seem to still retain yourself. That's good, you must have excellent will. I can't say I wish to spill blood myself, but the prospect does sound appealing from an outside perspective. You yourself seem entertaining enough for the time being, though."
Correlion frowns. "Soldiers?" The angel mutters something under their breath in Celestial, like a swear, as they wince. "You do not strike me as the type to have soldiers."
She shrugs lightly, wings fluttering more heavily for a second with some sort of expression thinly veiled by their passive smile. "Not anymore." She sighs. "My troop has been taken from me, just as I have been taken from them. I built, led, and died for corps of countless. War was.. something I was unfortunately made for myself, and as much as I'd like to leave that buried with my draconian maker," Thaterin gestures, and the scroll unravels slightly, and its visible now that it doesn't move as much that the paper is scrawled in with hundreds of draconic-reminiscent glyps, as well as the ends that bind the paper into its shape being textured by some sort of golden scale-like designs. "It just keeps coming back to haunt me. Born of flame, destined to return to it, the face of blight will siege until it is culled." She recites the last sentence as if it were something she were recalling, and her cadence is reminiscent of some sort of poetry.
"You were a servant then. Something I had almost become, in my previous life." The angel scowls. "It has become my mission to kill the oppressor, the ones who use me to their whims. To slaughter those fattened on their own greed over the servitude of their subjects. Kings shall fall to my blade as easily as death claims the weak. Though you speak of your maker as if she were dead. Is there no more vengeance to enact for you?"
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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
Nova has begun to approach the fight, looking onwards with its eyes- both the obvious and the more hidden set- staring on as if hunting something in the conflict, unblinking. One hand is out at their side, looking as if it were ready to draw a non-existent blade from a non-existent sheath if it were to become necessary
*Oh, forgot to put, about 120 ft from the main combat*
*For whoever :))*
Desto raises a hand to stop Nova. “Don’t.”
*Desc please?* "Don't what?" Nova speaks softly, the echo almost inaudible. Their eyes have not left the battle "I have no plans of any further action without any extenuating developments"
*Blonde hair, scruffy beard, one eye is amber, one is a deep blue, wearing a tattered suit, covered in scars.*
*If you want the technical reason, he had 7 DP so I removed 5.*
“I have no idea… Claw is… the other one? He’s in my head but not trying to control the body.”
"Yes.. I told him to relax. He's the one that reformed when you well.. died."
“And would we both be gone if I died again?”
"I'm unsure. I'd caution against anything that may risk your life. You were not a creature of this plane.. though Claw is. It may have more permanent effects on you if you were to die."
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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
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*Ash appears to be absent, can I go? I'm just dashing 120 feet.*
N/A
*If you want the technical reason, he had 7 DP so I removed 5.*
“I have no idea… Claw is… the other one? He’s in my head but not trying to control the body.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*sure. Then it's lydia's turn*
— 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
She shrugs lightly, wings fluttering more heavily for a second with some sort of expression thinly veiled by their passive smile. "Not anymore." She sighs. "My troop has been taken from me, just as I have been taken from them. I built, led, and died for corps of countless. War was.. something I was unfortunately made for myself, and as much as I'd like to leave that buried with my draconian maker," Thaterin gestures, and the scroll unravels slightly, and its visible now that it doesn't move as much that the paper is scrawled in with hundreds of draconic-reminiscent glyps, as well as the ends that bind the paper into its shape being textured by some sort of golden scale-like designs. "It just keeps coming back to haunt me. Born of flame, destined to return to it, the face of blight will siege until it is culled." She recites the last sentence as if it were something she were recalling, and her cadence is reminiscent of some sort of poetry.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
*For whoever :))*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*120 feet towards the fight, making Rudy 220 feet away and 60 feet up. End turn.*
N/A
"Yes.. I told him to relax. He's the one that reformed when you well.. died."
— 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
“And would we both be gone if I died again?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Desto raises a hand to stop Nova. “Don’t.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Depends what level Farge is?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The scroll around Thaterin ignites once more, as a large pink lance shimmers above her, then firmly flies into Umbraveth, lodging itself directly between his eyes.
Int save against Psychic lance. On a fail 32 psychic damage, as well as incapacitated.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
*Oh sorry, didn't see that I was up.*
*Desc please?* "Don't what?" Nova speaks softly, the echo almost inaudible. Their eyes have not left the battle "I have no plans of any further action without any extenuating developments"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Welp U get Bounty*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"You were a servant then. Something I had almost become, in my previous life." The angel scowls. "It has become my mission to kill the oppressor, the ones who use me to their whims. To slaughter those fattened on their own greed over the servitude of their subjects. Kings shall fall to my blade as easily as death claims the weak. Though you speak of your maker as if she were dead. Is there no more vengeance to enact for 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
Umbraveth has truesight. It makes an attack from you leaving it's reach.
Attack: 31 Damage: 54
*Blonde hair, scruffy beard, one eye is amber, one is a deep blue, wearing a tattered suit, covered in scars.*
“Ah. Your appearance deceived me.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"I'm unsure. I'd caution against anything that may risk your life. You were not a creature of this plane.. though Claw is. It may have more permanent effects on you if you were to die."
— 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