"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*A small child is being possessed by a demon and killed max!*
*ah, two times this week? I really should find myself some demon repelling herbs for y’all. Can’t have my grandchildren get possessed. At least ‘till I get there, don’t wanna miss a party*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Bludspiter, always on the hunt for fresh fights and fresh meals, enters the scene in a stalking stance, eyeless “head” fixed firmly in Malrick’s direction. “Why have you imprisoned this tiny being?”
"He just killed Max."
Bludspiter’s head swings side to side, as if looking for something. “Max? Certainly a very ordinary name for a being in this place, and not one I have met. Was it a good battle?” Bludspiter’s even monotone harshens for a moment. “Do you think yourself judge as well as ruler?”
*It’s my fault for choosing the Wizard Apprentice stat block for him. Although it might be cool if since he has been around Unholy beings for so long, he could be revived as one.*
*Absolutely, it would fit with the lore.*
*Make him super evil and lose his memories.*
*NO!*
*YES!*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Bludspiter, always on the hunt for fresh fights and fresh meals, enters the scene in a stalking stance, eyeless “head” fixed firmly in Malrick’s direction. “Why have you imprisoned this tiny being?”
"He just killed Max."
Bludspiter’s head swings side to side, as if looking for something. “Max? Certainly a very ordinary name for a being in this place, and not one I have met. Was it a good battle?” Bludspiter’s even monotone harshens for a moment. “Do you think yourself judge as well as ruler?”
Malrick has tears in his eyes. "Oh leave me be. My friend just died. Get Correlion."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
"We must make a prison until we can exorcise this demon. I have something that will suit us for now."
*Good! I would love a cookie! It isn't poisoned is it?*
*of course not! When it comes to treats, I only poison macaroons*
*Wait- you poisoned those macaroons... awww...*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
“Have you not listened? I do not intend to kill you.” The angel replies. “I wish to torture you until you return your host.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
"We must make a prison until we can exorcise this demon. I have something that will suit us for now."
"Oh... yes... separate me from the girl... you fool... we've bonded. The only form seperation can take is death."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Finally, someone almost as charismatic as Malrick himself.*
"No, I do not just defend myself, but my friends as well. That is why is do this, for them. You speak like a scholar, especially one I spent many hours with in my court. I have studied war for years, and won many. I understand what you are saying, I do have enemies, but I also have many allies. I do not wish to reach peace like you say, I just wish to reach it. Correlion has only the desire to kill me and others. I wish to make a home, and escape. My goals will be hard to achieve I grant you, but they are what makes me what I am."
*insane glaze of your own character on main for what dawg*
"I am a scholar. I spent nearly a half century buried in books yet to be published, then the other half living through the history that would be written about thereafter. All that just to get my degree!" She giggles quietly to herself. "I do live for the books, of course, but as much as I was a scholar, I led my fair share of battles as a greater war general. A couple against nations like your own, and one as a nation like your own. There ain't no winning, chasing your dreams, sweetie. If one like Correlion truly is so hateful, I'd suggest holding an embargo on it entirely, don't pay it any mind, and I presume it won't give you the time of day. Nobody attacks people for nothing, it's just not realistic. Don't engage with it, and don't let your people engage with it either, nor it's allies. But, that would be just be what I'd tell my leader. You're under no obligation to, just another foolishly lead nation falling isn't something I choose to endanger my own life with."
*What? His persuasion skill is literally +30 I was just stating a fact*
"Wow, that's incredible! You are very well read indeed. So, you were a general for hire? Correlion will not simply leave me alone, that is not realistic. One way or another there will be conflict. I will duel Correlion to save my people, no matter the consequences. "
*you couldnt possibly know what my characters is? but whatever dawg idgaf*
She puts her glasses back on, and conjures back her scroll, writing on it as she flies with her same silver and red glitter pen. The scroll itself seems to carry itself naturally, floating in the air as if on some moving pedestal. "If you lose, your people die. That seems foolish to me. You are presented with the prospect of potentially dying and losing everything in this duel, and you do not search for some secondary option? Have you even thought this through in the slightest? If you win, someone as desperately vitriolic as the being you describe will simply come back time and time again, and gather allies until you are isolated and assassinated. You truly have no understanding of warfare if you don't understand something like that. A kingdom held together like your own is flimsy, like paper mache. As soon as you prove you are too weak to follow through with the protection you insist you can provide, your people will likely flock to the next strongest, safest being." She goes silent for a few moments. "That being is Correlion, if the implication is lost on you. At the least establish a religion around yourself, or something, ensure your people always look to you. Make them reliant on your judgement. Unless you want to be proof of your own claim, that arrogance truly is a person's biggest weakness."
"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
"We must make a prison until we can exorcise this demon. I have something that will suit us for now."
"Oh... yes... separate me from the girl... you fool... we've bonded. The only form seperation can take is death."
"Hah. Kill Violet. Kill the innocent child... do it. Set me free, and let the bodies pile up."
The click of a crossbow sounds from behind her, as Correlion lands nearly silently, around 60 ft away. “Foolish demon. The boy was one of the few ways out of this plane. Your hunger has cost all of us. I will not kill you, but I advise you return your host’s control, lest I make your experience a very painful one.”
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
“Have you not listened? I do not intend to kill you.” The angel replies. “I wish to torture you until you return your host.”
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Bludspiter, always on the hunt for fresh fights and fresh meals, enters the scene in a stalking stance, eyeless “head” fixed firmly in Malrick’s direction. “Why have you imprisoned this tiny being?”
"He just killed Max."
Bludspiter’s head swings side to side, as if looking for something. “Max? Certainly a very ordinary name for a being in this place, and not one I have met. Was it a good battle?” Bludspiter’s even monotone harshens for a moment. “Do you think yourself judge as well as ruler?”
Malrick has tears in his eyes. "Oh leave me be. My friend just died. Get Correlion."
“Save your crocodile tears, false king.” Correlion mutters irritantly. “Must you sob tears over every death such as this?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Malrick has tears in his eyes. "Oh leave me be. My friend just died. Get Correlion."
“You must have been a singularly pathetic ruler if a single death could stir you to tears. No wonder you lost your foolish war. With the time you must have spent sobbing, your people could have boiled the salt from your tears and drank that instead of plundering your neighbours.” Bludspiter takes a step closer. “Do not think to command me, wretch.”
Bludspiter, always on the hunt for fresh fights and fresh meals, enters the scene in a stalking stance, eyeless “head” fixed firmly in Malrick’s direction. “Why have you imprisoned this tiny being?”
"He just killed Max."
Bludspiter’s head swings side to side, as if looking for something. “Max? Certainly a very ordinary name for a being in this place, and not one I have met. Was it a good battle?” Bludspiter’s even monotone harshens for a moment. “Do you think yourself judge as well as ruler?”
Malrick has tears in his eyes. "Oh leave me be. My friend just died. Get Correlion."
“Save your crocodile tears, false king.” Correlion mutters irritantly. “Must you sob tears over every death such as this?”
"Correlion, It's too late."
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*Good! I would love a cookie! It isn't poisoned is it?*
"Hah. Kill me... Kill me, and all you do is set me free, and make the girl suffer even more."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*ah, two times this week? I really should find myself some demon repelling herbs for y’all. Can’t have my grandchildren get possessed. At least ‘till I get there, don’t wanna miss a party*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Bludspiter’s head swings side to side, as if looking for something. “Max? Certainly a very ordinary name for a being in this place, and not one I have met. Was it a good battle?” Bludspiter’s even monotone harshens for a moment. “Do you think yourself judge as well as ruler?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*YES!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Malrick has tears in his eyes. "Oh leave me be. My friend just died. Get Correlion."
*a little, but ill be fine. how are you?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*of course not! When it comes to treats, I only poison macaroons*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"We must make a prison until we can exorcise this demon. I have something that will suit us for now."
*Wait- you poisoned those macaroons... awww...*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Have you not listened? I do not intend to kill you.” The angel replies. “I wish to torture you until you return your host.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh... yes... separate me from the girl... you fool... we've bonded. The only form seperation can take is death."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*you couldnt possibly know what my characters is? but whatever dawg idgaf*
She puts her glasses back on, and conjures back her scroll, writing on it as she flies with her same silver and red glitter pen. The scroll itself seems to carry itself naturally, floating in the air as if on some moving pedestal. "If you lose, your people die. That seems foolish to me. You are presented with the prospect of potentially dying and losing everything in this duel, and you do not search for some secondary option? Have you even thought this through in the slightest? If you win, someone as desperately vitriolic as the being you describe will simply come back time and time again, and gather allies until you are isolated and assassinated. You truly have no understanding of warfare if you don't understand something like that. A kingdom held together like your own is flimsy, like paper mache. As soon as you prove you are too weak to follow through with the protection you insist you can provide, your people will likely flock to the next strongest, safest being." She goes silent for a few moments. "That being is Correlion, if the implication is lost on you. At the least establish a religion around yourself, or something, ensure your people always look to you. Make them reliant on your judgement. Unless you want to be proof of your own claim, that arrogance truly is a person's biggest weakness."
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
"We will see about that."
"HAHAHAH! Oh... Oh that's good. Torture the child... Oh, that' amazing..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Save your crocodile tears, false king.” Correlion mutters irritantly. “Must you sob tears over every death such as this?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Correlion casts Revivify on Max, on their turn.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Good! I have many cookies, I mean I do play cookie clicker. I'm sure these ones will be the tastiest ones yet though!*
“You must have been a singularly pathetic ruler if a single death could stir you to tears. No wonder you lost your foolish war. With the time you must have spent sobbing, your people could have boiled the salt from your tears and drank that instead of plundering your neighbours.” Bludspiter takes a step closer. “Do not think to command me, wretch.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Correlion, It's too late."