*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
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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 monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
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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 monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
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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 monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*The monster. I’m thinking it and my Soul Hunter could team up.*
the monster is moving silently through the graveyard, gliding too smoothly for something so big
The scientist is sitting on top of a grave, sniffing a jar. “Hmmmmm… souls smell odd.”
it fixes its searchlight eyes on you, bathing the area in an eerie glow
“Ah! A soul! Wait, you’re not a soul…”
it speaks(?) in a language(?), and you're not there. you're drowning, inches from the surface, breath and bone being crushed by the pressure, squeezing you like a vise. it so dark. so cold.
“It isn’t real.” He whispers to himself. “It isn’t real.” He says, louder. “Ah, hello, my friend, do you know where I can find any souls?” He smiles charmingly.
it speaks(?) in that same language(?) again, apparently trying to convey.... something
“It’s not real, Damascus… not real.” He says again. He looks up at the monster, smiling again. “What do you want?”
it speaks(?) again, in the same language(?), but its short. if it is indeed a language, it was only a few words
“You can’t understand me, can you?”
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
it stops
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
“Not that one.”
*He can speak Infernal, Common, and Sign Language.*
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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!
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
Fanny approaches him, “Hey there.”
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Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. They/he
A cats wail echos over the graveyard, as a Tabaxi falls from the sky and lands with a crunch
“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
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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!
A cats wail echos over the graveyard, as a Tabaxi falls from the sky and lands with a crunch
“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
The Tabaxi lies there, motionless
“It’s dead. Like me.” He sighs. “Wonder what Iris would have to say about all this.”
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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!
A cats wail echos over the graveyard, as a Tabaxi falls from the sky and lands with a crunch
“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
The Tabaxi lies there, motionless
“It’s dead. Like me.” He sighs. “Wonder what Iris would have to say about all this.”
“W-who’s there?” The voice comes as barely more than a whisper
“Me. I’m Chase. That’s my name.” He sighs again.
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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!
A cats wail echos over the graveyard, as a Tabaxi falls from the sky and lands with a crunch
“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
The Tabaxi lies there, motionless
“It’s dead. Like me.” He sighs. “Wonder what Iris would have to say about all this.”
“W-who’s there?” The voice comes as barely more than a whisper
“Me. I’m Chase. That’s my name.” He sighs again.
“Timber….” He wheezes, and coughs “where…. Am I?”
“You must be dead. Like me! I’m dead. We can be dead together.” He sighs a third time.
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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!
it speaks again, earnestly trying to get the point across
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Can’t understand you. Any more languages?”
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!
it tries again. you're falling. wind rushing past you, buffeting your body, stealing the air from your lungs as you try to scream. or is it just your imagination?
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“IT’S NOT REAL!” He says loudly.
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!
it stops
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Good, good. Try that again, but maybe another language? I can speak ghost and devil’s tongue. Some people say I am the devil.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
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!
it speaks again, definitely in a language, very similar to devil's tounge, but harsher, more guttural. it would make your ears bleed, if you had them
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Not that one.”
*He can speak Infernal, Common, and Sign Language.*
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 can play as Souls of any creature, or any multitude of races for Soulhunters or Mourners*
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. They/he
talk to me about the stormlight archive
I’m an artist and a nerd.
Is art
Greg is exploring the Graveyard, doing anything from kicking pebbles, to reading gravestones, to just sighing very loudly to entertain himself. He seems to have ran out of things to do here very quickly.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Fanny approaches him, “Hey there.”
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. They/he
talk to me about the stormlight archive
I’m an artist and a nerd.
Is art
As night falls on the Graveyard, a shadowy figure emerges from the cabin, carrying a glowing lantern.
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. They/he
talk to me about the stormlight archive
I’m an artist and a nerd.
Is art
A cats wail echos over the graveyard, as a Tabaxi falls from the sky and lands with a crunch
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“Cat person.” Chase says. “Perfectly normal.” He’s slumped over and hugging his legs to his chest, crying.
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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The Tabaxi lies there, motionless
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“It’s dead. Like me.” He sighs. “Wonder what Iris would have to say about all this.”
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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“W-who’s there?” The voice comes as barely more than a whisper
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pansexual pancake
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
“Me. I’m Chase. That’s my name.” He sighs again.
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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“Timber….” He wheezes, and coughs “where…. Am I?”
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pansexual pancake
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
“You must be dead. Like me! I’m dead. We can be dead together.” He sighs a third time.
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!