Cherovni, in the form of a giant vampire bat, is scuttling through the ruins of Profanus.
Kal is flying around above Profanus.
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Cherovni, in the form of a giant vampire bat, is scuttling through the ruins of Profanus.
Kal is flying around above Profanus.
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
Cherovni, in the form of a giant vampire bat, is scuttling through the ruins of Profanus.
Kal is flying around above Profanus.
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
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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!
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
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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!
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
"I know one of my own kind when I smell it. You are of my breed. The race of vampires comes in many forms... and many appetites."
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
"I know one of my own kind when I smell it. You are of my breed. The race of vampires comes in many forms... and many appetites."
“Mmmmmm I don’t think so. But okay!”
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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!
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
"I know one of my own kind when I smell it. You are of my breed. The race of vampires comes in many forms... and many appetites."
“Mmmmmm I don’t think so. But okay!”
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
"I am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
"I know one of my own kind when I smell it. You are of my breed. The race of vampires comes in many forms... and many appetites."
“Mmmmmm I don’t think so. But okay!”
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
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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!
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I amyour host!”
Kal is flying around above Profanus.
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!
Extended Signature!
The vampire bat turns its head up to you before keeping into the air and spreading its forelegs into two massive, leathery wings that fill with night and pull it into the sky. "A winged one. A wicked one. Who do I share the night sky's with?"
“Kalkin is my name! And who are you, rude person?”
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 am Cherovni, the Crimson King, the Vampire of Vyrai." He flaps above you with great air thrashing wingbeats, "You are a child of the night, are you not? A vampire?"
“Why does everyone assume I’m a vampire? Sure, I suck blood sometimes, but I prefer to just eat it straight.”
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!
Extended Signature!
"I know one of my own kind when I smell it. You are of my breed. The race of vampires comes in many forms... and many appetites."
The alliance is Enjoying a afternoon of hunting, they share pleasant conservation while they work.
The Conferencier of the Curseater Cabaret is peacefully meditating right on the bank of a twisted, black pond of acidic tar, fed into by a waterfall of that same icky liquid. The sound of it falling superficially resembles human screaming.
You feel a presence nearby. You turn and see a giant, crimson vampire bat perched on the stones of the waterfall. Its neck is bent down and it laps up the acidic tar with a red tongue while it watches you with its dark eyes.
The Conferencier grins, adjusting his Green Party hat as he begins to scale the cliff beside the water fall, not afraid of the unholy vampire bat one bit.
“Mmmmmm I don’t think so. But okay!”
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!
Extended Signature!
You glance away for only a second and suddenly the bat is gone. In its place, Cherovni stands. His tattered cape billows around him and he holds a skull in his hands. His empty eyes watch you are you approach but he says nothing.
Suddenly malrick appears "Greetings Chernovi I head you wanted a meeting shall we go?"
The Conferencier scrambles to the top of the cliff, and, on all fours, scuttles closer to Cherovni, before standing up and subsequently sitting down on a rock. “Ich habe eine Mücke gefunden!” it mumbles, leaning back and doing a backwards roll, before looking back up to Cherovni.
The Conferencier whips around to face Malrick. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” It says in a thick German accent.
"Where are you from, Kalkin? From where do you hail?"
*First of all how did the audition go?* "My name Is Malrick pleased to meet you, and what is your name good sir?"
“I… I can’t remember. It all gets fuzzy. My memory hasn’t been that great since I took a fall out of the sky from a cannonball.”
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!
Extended Signature!
"Du hast viel mehr als eine Mücke gefunden, kleiner Clown." Cherovni responds in the same tongue, still standing tall and still.
*it went great! Everyone loved my monologue*
the Conferencier scuttles on all fours, despite its human form, towards Malrick, standing up straight and leaning in close, grinning madly. “ich bin Ihr Gastgeber! je suis votre hôte ! I amyour host!”