Up on the buiding’s ledge in the center of Profanus overlooking the summoning circle is the archangel Correlion, sitting crosslegged with a leatherbound spellbook in their lap. The angel’s long, pale hair is tied back in a loose but practical braid, a silver ribbon braided into it, matching their eye tone. They’re dressed in flexible plated armor, shimmering slightly along the silvery edges with twisted briar-thorns engraved into the illusionary metal. Their wings are massive, much larger than the angel itself and taking up most of its form, as well as using the broad red feathers to shield the contents of its book from prying eyes. Along the central feathers of the wings are multitudes of blinking eyes in a row, each keeping careful watch. Most notably, the angel’s scimitars lie in their sheath, only the soft leatherbound silver hilt visible. The angel is carefully watching the circle, inscribing notes onto paper with a feathered pen. The entire ten foot area around Correlion is covered in a bed of reddish flower petals, still drifting down from its wings.
Suddenly they hear a voice from behind them, it’s a creepy, slithering and childlike voice. It simply giggles “What’re ya reading?” When Correlion looks around he sees the wyrmling Abygon, with his dark purplish black scales and creepy mutated look, giggling to itself as children do.
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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.
Up on the buiding’s ledge in the center of Profanus overlooking the summoning circle is the archangel Correlion, sitting crosslegged with a leatherbound spellbook in their lap. The angel’s long, pale hair is tied back in a loose but practical braid, a silver ribbon braided into it, matching their eye tone. They’re dressed in flexible plated armor, shimmering slightly along the silvery edges with twisted briar-thorns engraved into the illusionary metal. Their wings are massive, much larger than the angel itself and taking up most of its form, as well as using the broad red feathers to shield the contents of its book from prying eyes. Along the central feathers of the wings are multitudes of blinking eyes in a row, each keeping careful watch for danger. Most notably, the angel’s scimitars lie in their sheath, only the soft leatherbound silver hilt visible. The angel is carefully watching the circle, inscribing notes onto paper with a feathered pen, while the entire ten foot area around Correlion is covered in a bed of reddish flower petals, still drifting down from its wings.
Suddenly they hear a voice from behind them, it’s a creepy, slithering and childlike voice. It simply giggles “What’re ya reading?” When Correlion looks around he sees the wyrmling Abygon, with his dark purplish black scales and creepy mutated look, giggling to itself as children do.
The angel lifts a wing slightly, all eyes trained on the wyrmling. They frown a bit. “I am inscribing notes on formation of arcane runes, on sigils versus glyphs, and the activation triggers of each. Something you would likely find quite boring.”
— 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
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)
Up on the buiding’s ledge in the center of Profanus overlooking the summoning circle is the archangel Correlion, sitting crosslegged with a leatherbound spellbook in their lap. The angel’s long, pale hair is tied back in a loose but practical braid, a silver ribbon braided into it, matching their eye tone. They’re dressed in flexible plated armor, shimmering slightly along the silvery edges with twisted briar-thorns engraved into the illusionary metal. Their wings are massive, much larger than the angel itself and taking up most of its form, as well as using the broad red feathers to shield the contents of its book from prying eyes. Along the central feathers of the wings are multitudes of blinking eyes in a row, each keeping careful watch. Most notably, the angel’s scimitars lie in their sheath, only the soft leatherbound silver hilt visible. The angel is carefully watching the circle, inscribing notes onto paper with a feathered pen. The entire ten foot area around Correlion is covered in a bed of reddish flower petals, still drifting down from its wings.
Grimm flits up and plops himself right on top of their papers.
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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)
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Umbraveth shadows takes form. A large man welding colossal weapons stands above. "WHO."
“Claw, apparently. I didn’t see it myself, but Hettie was there.”
"What?! What does that mean? Are you hurt? I will pay him back. Why did he do this?"
“Hettie saved me. I’m not sure. Claimed he didn’t do it when I confronted him, but I could tell he was lying.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Suddenly they hear a voice from behind them, it’s a creepy, slithering and childlike voice. It simply giggles “What’re ya reading?” When Correlion looks around he sees the wyrmling Abygon, with his dark purplish black scales and creepy mutated look, giggling to itself as children do.
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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The angel lifts a wing slightly, all eyes trained on the wyrmling. They frown a bit. “I am inscribing notes on formation of arcane runes, on sigils versus glyphs, and the activation triggers of each. Something you would likely find quite boring.”
— 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
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
Grimm flits up and plops himself right on top of their papers.
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
“You’re cute. I forgive you for biting me.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Hettie saved me. I’m not sure. Claimed he didn’t do it when I confronted him, but I could tell he was lying.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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*Anyone wanna rp?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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*Alright! Who do you want?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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Rak is scurrying around.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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He looks up. “Human.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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“Hungry…”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!