"Wow! Thank you so much! This is so cool! I'm going to go show my friends. Do you need help with anything? I feel like I owe you now."
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
"Wow! Thank you so much! This is so cool! I'm going to go show my friends. Do you need help with anything? I feel like I owe you now."
“No, I love changing the colors of things. It builds my magic and endurance. So really, I should be doing you a favor.”
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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 last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Wow! Thank you so much! This is so cool! I'm going to go show my friends. Do you need help with anything? I feel like I owe you now."
“No, I love changing the colors of things. It builds my magic and endurance. So really, I should be doing you a favor.”
"Well, I'm not needing anything right now, but I'll be seeing you around. Toodles!" He waves goodbye at him, then rushes off.
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Wow! Thank you so much! This is so cool! I'm going to go show my friends. Do you need help with anything? I feel like I owe you now."
“No, I love changing the colors of things. It builds my magic and endurance. So really, I should be doing you a favor.”
"Well, I'm not needing anything right now, but I'll be seeing you around. Toodles!" He waves goodbye at him, then rushes off.
“Farewell!”
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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!
An immense explosion, like a pink, spiraling firework, rocks the city with more magical energy than most mages could channel in a year. A booming voice laughs, and a single mage stands in the center of a circle of lightly dried grass. It seems said grass is the only damage the spell has done to... anything, really.
At first, one would think that he must be some sort of madman to fire off such a massive spell, even if its destructive power wasn't enough to hurt anyone. But anyone who has read a history book on battle magic, fire magic, or the general abuse of magic will recognize this figure, clad in pink and black robes of poor taste: Lord Gateau, a wonder of the ancient world.
He was legendary for wielding destructive magic to become a tyrant over the land that Kraftstadt was built upon several hundred years back. According to legend, he was defeated by the first 6th level spell invented by mortal men. His magical energy still roars through this land as ley-lines fractured into the weave, a testament to his overwhelming strength.
And now he stands here. Laughing as though his death never happened.
"Bring out your grievances! I have returned for my people!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An immense explosion, like a pink, spiraling firework, rocks the city with more magical energy than most mages could channel in a year. A booming voice laughs, and a single mage stands in the center of a circle of lightly dried grass. It seems said grass is the only damage the spell has done to... anything, really.
At first, one would think that he must be some sort of madman to fire off such a massive spell, even if its destructive power wasn't enough to hurt anyone. But anyone who has read a history book on battle magic, fire magic, or the general abuse of magic will recognize this figure, clad in pink and black robes of poor taste: Lord Gateau, a wonder of the ancient world.
He was legendary for wielding destructive magic to become a tyrant over the land that Kraftstadt was built upon several hundred years back. According to legend, he was defeated by the first 6th level spell invented by mortal men. His magical energy still roars through this land as ley-lines fractured into the weave, a testament to his overwhelming strength.
And now he stands here. Laughing as though his death never happened.
"Bring out your grievances! I have returned for my people!"
"Hey, that's cool! How do you do it?" A small child with a glimmery, golden cloak stands in front of him, staring at him with his two discolored eyes.
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
An immense explosion, like a pink, spiraling firework, rocks the city with more magical energy than most mages could channel in a year. A booming voice laughs, and a single mage stands in the center of a circle of lightly dried grass. It seems said grass is the only damage the spell has done to... anything, really.
At first, one would think that he must be some sort of madman to fire off such a massive spell, even if its destructive power wasn't enough to hurt anyone. But anyone who has read a history book on battle magic, fire magic, or the general abuse of magic will recognize this figure, clad in pink and black robes of poor taste: Lord Gateau, a wonder of the ancient world.
He was legendary for wielding destructive magic to become a tyrant over the land that Kraftstadt was built upon several hundred years back. According to legend, he was defeated by the first 6th level spell invented by mortal men. His magical energy still roars through this land as ley-lines fractured into the weave, a testament to his overwhelming strength.
And now he stands here. Laughing as though his death never happened.
"Bring out your grievances! I have returned for my people!"
"Hey, that's cool! How do you do it?" A small child with a glimmery, golden cloak stands in front of him, staring at him with his two discolored eyes.
The dread lord turns his head, then sits down cross-legged to be eye-to-eye with the child.
"Well, to start, have you ever seen a fireball? I don't know if they still have that spell." His voice doesn't have any of that malevolent, dramatic tone he was using a moment before. He speaks with his hands, gesturing alongside nearly every word for no apparent reason. A complete departure from the evil demigod of myth.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
An immense explosion, like a pink, spiraling firework, rocks the city with more magical energy than most mages could channel in a year. A booming voice laughs, and a single mage stands in the center of a circle of lightly dried grass. It seems said grass is the only damage the spell has done to... anything, really.
At first, one would think that he must be some sort of madman to fire off such a massive spell, even if its destructive power wasn't enough to hurt anyone. But anyone who has read a history book on battle magic, fire magic, or the general abuse of magic will recognize this figure, clad in pink and black robes of poor taste: Lord Gateau, a wonder of the ancient world.
He was legendary for wielding destructive magic to become a tyrant over the land that Kraftstadt was built upon several hundred years back. According to legend, he was defeated by the first 6th level spell invented by mortal men. His magical energy still roars through this land as ley-lines fractured into the weave, a testament to his overwhelming strength.
And now he stands here. Laughing as though his death never happened.
"Bring out your grievances! I have returned for my people!"
"Hey, that's cool! How do you do it?" A small child with a glimmery, golden cloak stands in front of him, staring at him with his two discolored eyes.
The dread lord turns his head, then sits down cross-legged to be eye-to-eye with the child.
"Well, to start, have you ever seen a fireball? I don't know if they still have that spell." His voice doesn't have any of that malevolent, dramatic tone he was using a moment before. He speaks with his hands, gesturing alongside nearly every word for no apparent reason. A complete departure from the evil demigod of myth.
"No, I haven't. Well, not really. I guess that any magical explosion doesn't count. I mostly focus on transportation magic, but I can blow stuff up if I really need to." He looks down at the crunchy grass. "Hmm. That's a lot of dead grass. So you focus on low damage, large area combat magic? That's cool, I guess."
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
The dread lord turns his head, then sits down cross-legged to be eye-to-eye with the child.
"Well, to start, have you ever seen a fireball? I don't know if they still have that spell." His voice doesn't have any of that malevolent, dramatic tone he was using a moment before. He speaks with his hands, gesturing alongside nearly every word for no apparent reason. A complete departure from the evil demigod of myth.
"No, I haven't. Well, not really. I guess that any magical explosion doesn't count. I mostly focus on transportation magic, but I can blow stuff up if I really need to." He looks down at the crunchy grass. "Hmm. That's a lot of dead grass. So you focus on low damage, large area combat magic? That's cool, I guess."
"That's what people assume, but really I'm what my team called a 'Smokescreen Mage.' I worked for a big, scary, clandestine group that probably doesn't exist anymore, and they wanted someone to take off any heat that might be directed their way. I mix illusions into battle magic to make my spells scarier, but I usually don't worry about whether they're strong enough to cause significant damage. I have a lot of raw magical power, so I can afford these big blasts." He tilts his head. "But transportation magic... that was in its infancy when I was king of this... place. Kraft-dat? Kaftsland? Anyway, magical transportation is so much more important than flashy lights and loud noises. Time is money, and money is just an abstraction of value, and everything has value, so time is everything. Wars could have ended quickly, or never started in the first place, if we could get people and communications around quicker."
"So, what does transportation magic look like? How many people can you teleport at once?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Loschen moves forward, careful not to touch anything at all, and averting his gaze from the foul sights arranged around the sanctum. This really was testing how far he'd go for research, but it would all be worth it in time. He instead focuses on the grimoires scattered across the shelves that the Dark Lady is analysing, wondering how much arcane knowledge must be sequestered away between their covers. But, he's only here for the simple dynamics behind a spell that can annihilate a soul; once he has the mechanics behind that spell down, he can adapt the target, variate the levels of magical energy needed in an object for it to be applied, and he should be well on his way to completing his thesis.
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far.
A young woman stands beneath a tree in a park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Loschen moves forward, careful not to touch anything at all, and averting his gaze from the foul sights arranged around the sanctum. This really was testing how far he'd go for research, but it would all be worth it in time. He instead focuses on the grimoires scattered across the shelves that the Dark Lady is analysing, wondering how much arcane knowledge must be sequestered away between their covers. But, he's only here for the simple dynamics behind a spell that can annihilate a soul; once he has the mechanics behind that spell down, he can adapt the target, variate the levels of magical energy needed in an object for it to be applied, and he should be well on his way to completing his thesis.
She selects a book from her shelf, turning back to face him. She returns to sit across from him, laying it out on the now closed coffin. Titled, ‘Ars Moriendi,’ the book is bound in lavender dyed leather, with the grisly image of a sort of circular cycle on the front. At the start, a human head, skin, flesh, and all. The second part of the cycle is a human skull with scraps of flesh hanging on to it. Third is a human skull, picked clean of all flesh. The fourth and final part of the cover image is a human skull, eroding into dust.
”So, you seek to create a spell that will be able to utterly and completely annihilate the mortal Body, soul and all?” she opens the book, flipping through the ancient pages. “Remind me precisely of your theorem, if you would.“
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[cut with bananer]
"Wow! Thank you so much! This is so cool! I'm going to go show my friends. Do you need help with anything? I feel like I owe you now."
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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“No, I love changing the colors of things. It builds my magic and endurance. So really, I should be doing you a favor.”
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!
“Well, i sorta…” she ruffles the back of her short black hair bashfully. “Can’t do any magic?”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Well, I'm not needing anything right now, but I'll be seeing you around. Toodles!" He waves goodbye at him, then rushes off.
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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Symer stops in his tracks “You can’t do magic? I’m a city called the ‘City of Mages’ you can’t do magic?!? Is that even legal?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Farewell!”
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!
*Now... how should we do this?*
An immense explosion, like a pink, spiraling firework, rocks the city with more magical energy than most mages could channel in a year. A booming voice laughs, and a single mage stands in the center of a circle of lightly dried grass. It seems said grass is the only damage the spell has done to... anything, really.
At first, one would think that he must be some sort of madman to fire off such a massive spell, even if its destructive power wasn't enough to hurt anyone. But anyone who has read a history book on battle magic, fire magic, or the general abuse of magic will recognize this figure, clad in pink and black robes of poor taste: Lord Gateau, a wonder of the ancient world.
He was legendary for wielding destructive magic to become a tyrant over the land that Kraftstadt was built upon several hundred years back. According to legend, he was defeated by the first 6th level spell invented by mortal men. His magical energy still roars through this land as ley-lines fractured into the weave, a testament to his overwhelming strength.
And now he stands here. Laughing as though his death never happened.
"Bring out your grievances! I have returned for my people!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hey, that's cool! How do you do it?" A small child with a glimmery, golden cloak stands in front of him, staring at him with his two discolored eyes.
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
The dread lord turns his head, then sits down cross-legged to be eye-to-eye with the child.
"Well, to start, have you ever seen a fireball? I don't know if they still have that spell." His voice doesn't have any of that malevolent, dramatic tone he was using a moment before. He speaks with his hands, gesturing alongside nearly every word for no apparent reason. A complete departure from the evil demigod of myth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I-I don’t know!” She stammers. “Cassandra said it was okay because even if I can’t do magic, I am magic? It didn’t make any sense but she assured me it would be fine”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"No, I haven't. Well, not really. I guess that any magical explosion doesn't count. I mostly focus on transportation magic, but I can blow stuff up if I really need to." He looks down at the crunchy grass. "Hmm. That's a lot of dead grass. So you focus on low damage, large area combat magic? That's cool, I guess."
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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*hello*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"That's what people assume, but really I'm what my team called a 'Smokescreen Mage.' I worked for a big, scary, clandestine group that probably doesn't exist anymore, and they wanted someone to take off any heat that might be directed their way. I mix illusions into battle magic to make my spells scarier, but I usually don't worry about whether they're strong enough to cause significant damage. I have a lot of raw magical power, so I can afford these big blasts." He tilts his head. "But transportation magic... that was in its infancy when I was king of this... place. Kraft-dat? Kaftsland? Anyway, magical transportation is so much more important than flashy lights and loud noises. Time is money, and money is just an abstraction of value, and everything has value, so time is everything. Wars could have ended quickly, or never started in the first place, if we could get people and communications around quicker."
"So, what does transportation magic look like? How many people can you teleport at once?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
[Cut with Archfey]
Loschen moves forward, careful not to touch anything at all, and averting his gaze from the foul sights arranged around the sanctum. This really was testing how far he'd go for research, but it would all be worth it in time. He instead focuses on the grimoires scattered across the shelves that the Dark Lady is analysing, wondering how much arcane knowledge must be sequestered away between their covers. But, he's only here for the simple dynamics behind a spell that can annihilate a soul; once he has the mechanics behind that spell down, he can adapt the target, variate the levels of magical energy needed in an object for it to be applied, and he should be well on his way to completing his thesis.
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!
*rp?*
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far.
A young woman stands beneath a tree in a park, the sun rippling through the leaves around her giving her an almost mystical aura. She taps her foot impatiently against the packed soil and glances at her watch every few minutes. With her pink hair and coat and fuschia witch’s hat, she stands out from the greenery behind her.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He looks at her, narrowing his eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine I guess. Let’s hope your mentor can clear things up.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“I’m not sure.” She looks down on the nonsense map again. “I think this is a park”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He looks back at the map “Oh yeah! I know where this is! Follow me!” He starts walking faster towards the park
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Hey guys! I finally have a character here now! Yay!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She selects a book from her shelf, turning back to face him. She returns to sit across from him, laying it out on the now closed coffin. Titled, ‘Ars Moriendi,’ the book is bound in lavender dyed leather, with the grisly image of a sort of circular cycle on the front. At the start, a human head, skin, flesh, and all. The second part of the cycle is a human skull with scraps of flesh hanging on to it. Third is a human skull, picked clean of all flesh. The fourth and final part of the cover image is a human skull, eroding into dust.
”So, you seek to create a spell that will be able to utterly and completely annihilate the mortal Body, soul and all?” she opens the book, flipping through the ancient pages. “Remind me precisely of your theorem, if you would.“
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”