A pair of red lights are dancing around, shimmering slightly
Malrick walks up. "Greetings!"
'Ah, greetings, it is good to see you. Not that good is what you're known for. I suppose that in itself is a good thing. It gives you clarity'. The lights move upwards, slightly closer to Malrick's face
"I'm not? Strange, as that is what I hope for. Good, peace, and safety."
'If the world liked you, you wouldn't be here. You'd still be stuck in their ways. Believing in their lies. But now you're free. You like that, right? Those who would judge you can't hurt you any more. And maybe you can gain enough power to... prove them wrong'
"No... But I wish. Correlion judges me harshly but is going to try to kill me. I lost my people in coming here, I despise those who made this place."
'Who is this Correlion? A nemesis of yours? An anathema to you?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Huge sword-wielding demon with a quest he can't get out of, demure insect centaur with bone armour, and mind parasite with the mindset of a teenager*
*MIND PARASITE!*
Eborix is swinging upside-down on his tentacles from two large towers in the city.
Violet, a small ten-ish yer old human child is walking through the streets, curious.
Eborix looks down. He tilts his featureless head and shuts off his parasite aura.
She eventually sits down in the middle of the street, stacking rocks.
*You have fast fingers*
Eborix lets himself down slowly, intrigued about the child's strange activity.
*Thanks*
She looks up, surprised.
"Oh! Hello, there."
"Hello, kid." Eborix says, his voice reverberating in the child's mind rather than actually being heard.
"Are you gonna kill me...?"
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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.
Giratina growls. "Rage comes quite naturally when you are older than time itself."
“I find that to be the opposite more often than not, but to each their own.” The angel pauses. “You will not find an exit in this fashion. I suspect only high level magic will free us.”
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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
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 pair of red lights are dancing around, shimmering slightly
Malrick walks up. "Greetings!"
'Ah, greetings, it is good to see you. Not that good is what you're known for. I suppose that in itself is a good thing. It gives you clarity'. The lights move upwards, slightly closer to Malrick's face
"I'm not? Strange, as that is what I hope for. Good, peace, and safety."
'If the world liked you, you wouldn't be here. You'd still be stuck in their ways. Believing in their lies. But now you're free. You like that, right? Those who would judge you can't hurt you any more. And maybe you can gain enough power to... prove them wrong'
"No... But I wish. Correlion judges me harshly but is going to try to kill me. I lost my people in coming here, I despise those who made this place."
'Who is this Correlion? A nemesis of yours? An anathema to you?'
"I wish not, he picks a fight with me because of my power. He is an incredible fighter, he wishes to kill me. I have tried to become friends with him constantly."
*Huge sword-wielding demon with a quest he can't get out of, demure insect centaur with bone armour, and mind parasite with the mindset of a teenager*
*MIND PARASITE!*
Eborix is swinging upside-down on his tentacles from two large towers in the city.
Violet, a small ten-ish yer old human child is walking through the streets, curious.
Eborix looks down. He tilts his featureless head and shuts off his parasite aura.
She eventually sits down in the middle of the street, stacking rocks.
*You have fast fingers*
Eborix lets himself down slowly, intrigued about the child's strange activity.
*Thanks*
She looks up, surprised.
"Oh! Hello, there."
"Hello, kid." Eborix says, his voice reverberating in the child's mind rather than actually being heard.
"Are you gonna kill me...?"
"I'm pretty full right now, so I would worry about that." Eborix drops down landing about 5 metres away.
"Oh. Okay. I'm Violet."
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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.
*Huge sword-wielding demon with a quest he can't get out of, demure insect centaur with bone armour, and mind parasite with the mindset of a teenager*
*MIND PARASITE!*
Eborix is swinging upside-down on his tentacles from two large towers in the city.
Violet, a small ten-ish yer old human child is walking through the streets, curious.
Eborix looks down. He tilts his featureless head and shuts off his parasite aura.
She eventually sits down in the middle of the street, stacking rocks.
*You have fast fingers*
Eborix lets himself down slowly, intrigued about the child's strange activity.
*Thanks*
She looks up, surprised.
"Oh! Hello, there."
"Hello, kid." Eborix says, his voice reverberating in the child's mind rather than actually being heard.
"Are you gonna kill me...?"
"I'm pretty full right now, so I would worry about that." Eborix drops down landing about 5 metres away.
"Oh. Okay. I'm Violet."
"Eborix." He pauses. "You don't seem very bothered with my presence."
"Why should I."
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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.
"Well... I'm not exactly... pleasant looking or anything, am I?" He gestures at his body, which seems to move like a viscous liquid. "I'd have thought I'd be nightmare fuel for most kids."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Well... I'm not exactly... pleasant looking or anything, am I?" He gestures at his body, which seems to move like a viscous liquid. "I'd have thought I'd be nightmare fuel for most kids."
"I guess..."
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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 pair of red lights are dancing around, shimmering slightly
Malrick walks up. "Greetings!"
'Ah, greetings, it is good to see you. Not that good is what you're known for. I suppose that in itself is a good thing. It gives you clarity'. The lights move upwards, slightly closer to Malrick's face
"I'm not? Strange, as that is what I hope for. Good, peace, and safety."
'If the world liked you, you wouldn't be here. You'd still be stuck in their ways. Believing in their lies. But now you're free. You like that, right? Those who would judge you can't hurt you any more. And maybe you can gain enough power to... prove them wrong'
"No... But I wish. Correlion judges me harshly but is going to try to kill me. I lost my people in coming here, I despise those who made this place."
'Who is this Correlion? A nemesis of yours? An anathema to you?'
"I wish not, he picks a fight with me because of my power. He is an incredible fighter, he wishes to kill me. I have tried to become friends with him constantly."
'He would make a good ally. As would you. And perhaps we may one day escape this place. If not corporeally, then, we can still spread in other ways.'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*The lawn sparkles like diamonds. It is too wet to mow.*
*I want to make a regular 10th level Warlock PC with True to Your Word, Think No Evil, Signs Clear as Glass, and an inability to regain HP on a long rest. No spent Dread Points.*
"Well... I'm not exactly... pleasant looking or anything, am I?" He gestures at his body, which seems to move like a viscous liquid. "I'd have thought I'd be nightmare fuel for most kids."
"I guess..."
"I mean, you'd have to have things like me in your everyday life to not be afraid..." He thinks. "Then again, you DO live in Profanus."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Well... I'm not exactly... pleasant looking or anything, am I?" He gestures at his body, which seems to move like a viscous liquid. "I'd have thought I'd be nightmare fuel for most kids."
"I guess..."
"I mean, you'd have to have things like me in your everyday life to not be afraid..." He thinks. "Then again, you DO live in Profanus."
"Yeah..."
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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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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"Hello, kid." Eborix says, his voice reverberating in the child's mind rather than actually being heard.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
'Who is this Correlion? A nemesis of yours? An anathema to you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Are you gonna kill me...?"
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
“I find that to be the opposite more often than not, but to each their own.” The angel pauses. “You will not find an exit in this fashion. I suspect only high level magic will free us.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cyno, RP?*
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
"I wish not, he picks a fight with me because of my power. He is an incredible fighter, he wishes to kill me. I have tried to become friends with him constantly."
"I'm pretty full right now, so I would worry about that." Eborix drops down landing about 5 metres away.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Oh. Okay. I'm Violet."
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
"Okay, I am not a Demon Lord wishing you to sell your soul." He smiles.
"Eborix." He pauses. "You don't seem very bothered with my presence."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Why should I."
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 wouldn't get much value from it, even if you did." Drakan replies, scattering some more bones around the entrance to a cave.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Oh dont be like that, you are still an incredible person. Make sure to not go to far away from the tower, so I can defend you if anything happens."
*cut with Gonzo*
"Well... I'm not exactly... pleasant looking or anything, am I?" He gestures at his body, which seems to move like a viscous liquid. "I'd have thought I'd be nightmare fuel for most kids."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"I guess..."
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
'He would make a good ally. As would you. And perhaps we may one day escape this place. If not corporeally, then, we can still spread in other ways.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*The lawn sparkles like diamonds. It is too wet to mow.*
*I want to make a regular 10th level Warlock PC with True to Your Word, Think No Evil, Signs Clear as Glass, and an inability to regain HP on a long rest. No spent Dread Points.*
*What do you guys think?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Drakan grunts, finishing off his macabre landscaping. He then grabs some old, heavy runestones, and starts planting them around the lair area.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"I mean, you'd have to have things like me in your everyday life to not be afraid..." He thinks. "Then again, you DO live in Profanus."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Yeah..."
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