while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
She nods. “Are you having trouble with it?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Ah… I See… the spell is not doing much, is it?”
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_-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.”
A mage, of the most evil and vilest sort, has laired in an evil tower with many evil minions. He wears a concealing and conspicuous robe, along with heavy, metal wrought spiked gauntlets. He wields an overly large staff, which serves basically no purpose other than looking intimidating, and shrouds his face in shadow with a large floppy hat. Only two glowing orbs, presumably his eyes, are visible under the rim. He is short, shorter than most, but he makes up for it with his Napoleon Complex. His name... is Reigar. (Ray - gar)
He is found in the middle of the town square, terrorizing a shopkeeper.
"Please, give me my wallet back!"
"Kyahahaa! No, it's not yours! Not anymore..."
The other citizens rush to his aid, only to realize that the wallet, is not, in fact, his. Several citizens clamor for the wallet.
"Hey! That's my wallet!"
"And my pocket watch! This man has been robbing us! This valiant mage was helping us!"
Reigar, much to his surprise, finds himself being thanked by the citizens. After a few minutes, the rest of the citizens leave the square, intending to lynch report the pickpocket to officials, leaving a very confused Reigar. He slaps himself in the face, then sulks off after yet another failed pursuit of evilness.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A mage, of the most evil and vilest sort, has laired in an evil tower with many evil minions. He wears a concealing and conspicuous robe, along with heavy, metal wrought spiked gauntlets. He wields an overly large staff, which serves basically no purpose other than looking intimidating, and shrouds his face in shadow with a large floppy hat. Only two glowing orbs, presumably his eyes, are visible under the rim. He is short, shorter than most, but he makes up for it with his Napoleon Complex. His name... is Reigar. (Ray - gar)
He is found in the middle of the town square, terrorizing a shopkeeper.
"Please, give me my wallet back!"
"Kyahahaa! No, it's not yours! Not anymore..."
The other citizens rush to his aid, only to realize that the wallet, is not, in fact, his. Several citizens clamor for the wallet.
"Hey! That's my wallet!"
"And my pocket watch! This man has been robbing us! This valiant mage was helping us!"
Reigar, much to his surprise, finds himself being thanked by the citizens. After a few minutes, the rest of the citizens leave the square, intending to lynch report the pickpocket to officials, leaving a very confused Reigar. He slaps himself in the face, then sulks off after yet another failed pursuit of evilness.
Reigar finds himself wandering in an alley, quite close to the Kraftstadt graveyard. The wind dies down, and he feels a chill down his spine. He’s likely heard tales of the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs- but she doesn’t come out unless it’s night-
oh, look, the sun just set.
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_-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.”
A mage, of the most evil and vilest sort, has laired in an evil tower with many evil minions. He wears a concealing and conspicuous robe, along with heavy, metal wrought spiked gauntlets. He wields an overly large staff, which serves basically no purpose other than looking intimidating, and shrouds his face in shadow with a large floppy hat. Only two glowing orbs, presumably his eyes, are visible under the rim. He is short, shorter than most, but he makes up for it with his Napoleon Complex. His name... is Reigar. (Ray - gar)
He is found in the middle of the town square, terrorizing a shopkeeper.
"Please, give me my wallet back!"
"Kyahahaa! No, it's not yours! Not anymore..."
The other citizens rush to his aid, only to realize that the wallet, is not, in fact, his. Several citizens clamor for the wallet.
"Hey! That's my wallet!"
"And my pocket watch! This man has been robbing us! This valiant mage was helping us!"
Reigar, much to his surprise, finds himself being thanked by the citizens. After a few minutes, the rest of the citizens leave the square, intending to lynch report the pickpocket to officials, leaving a very confused Reigar. He slaps himself in the face, then sulks off after yet another failed pursuit of evilness.
Reigar finds himself wandering in an alley, quite close to the Kraftstadt graveyard. The wind dies down, and he feels a chill down his spine. He’s likely heard tales of the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs- but she doesn’t come out unless it’s night-
oh, look, the sun just set.
He feels the tingles, then pauses. Looks around.
His glowing orb eyes survey the area-- then, deciding nothing is out of the ordinary, considering he used to get mugged in alleys all the time, keeps walking. But then, from some back area of his head, he remembers something... about a mischievous presence who only came out at night. What was her name? Oh, yeah, she just went by the "Dark Lady."
"Pfft. She doesn't exist. Probably just some urban legend." He still hesitates, however, then, feeling very stupid, says "Dark Lady? Are you there?"
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
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_-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.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
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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.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
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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.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
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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.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power™ allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power™ allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
She stares at him blankly. “What is… coffee?” She produces a dusty grimoire from within her robes and starts flipping through it. Upon closer inspection, It seems to be a modern dictionary.
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_-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.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power™ allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
She stares at him blankly. “What is… coffee?” She produces a dusty grimoire from within her robes and starts flipping through it. Upon closer inspection, It seems to be a modern dictionary.
"Oh, it's this caffeinated beverage that really wakes you up in the morning. It's really nice sometimes, even if it's a bit bitter. I'm not sure that you, ah, will need it, because I don't think you sleep..."
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power™ allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
She stares at him blankly. “What is… coffee?” She produces a dusty grimoire from within her robes and starts flipping through it. Upon closer inspection, It seems to be a modern dictionary.
"Oh, it's this caffeinated beverage that really wakes you up in the morning. It's really nice sometimes, even if it's a bit bitter. I'm not sure that you, ah, will need it, because I don't think you sleep..."
“Sleep means less time for research… I removed my ability and need to sleep long ago. It’s quite the simple procedure, if you would like it, so that you would not have to waste time on resting and then brewing this potion of caffeine…” she takes a step closer, reaching out towards him with a red-gloved hand.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power™ allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
She stares at him blankly. “What is… coffee?” She produces a dusty grimoire from within her robes and starts flipping through it. Upon closer inspection, It seems to be a modern dictionary.
"Oh, it's this caffeinated beverage that really wakes you up in the morning. It's really nice sometimes, even if it's a bit bitter. I'm not sure that you, ah, will need it, because I don't think you sleep..."
“Sleep means less time for research… I removed my ability and need to sleep long ago. It’s quite the simple procedure, if you would like it, so that you would not have to waste time on resting and then brewing this potion of caffeine…” she takes a step closer, reaching out towards him with a red-gloved hand.
"Err... no thank, I'm fine with sleeping, thank you very much!" He steps back, away from her. "Wait, you're a researcher? I thought you were a primordial being that happened to resurface recently, just in time for a bunch of new people to arrive in Kraftstadt so that you could terrorize/befriend them, almost as though we're in a video game or something of the sort where people make original characters... but I guess you're just a researcher/mage that likes adorning herself with bones of children..."
“No. I’m not.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Ah… I See… the spell is not doing much, is it?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A mage, of the most evil and vilest sort, has laired in an evil tower with many evil minions. He wears a concealing and conspicuous robe, along with heavy, metal wrought spiked gauntlets. He wields an overly large staff, which serves basically no purpose other than looking intimidating, and shrouds his face in shadow with a large floppy hat. Only two glowing orbs, presumably his eyes, are visible under the rim. He is short, shorter than most, but he makes up for it with his Napoleon Complex. His name... is Reigar. (Ray - gar)
He is found in the middle of the town square, terrorizing a shopkeeper.
"Please, give me my wallet back!"
"Kyahahaa! No, it's not yours! Not anymore..."
The other citizens rush to his aid, only to realize that the wallet, is not, in fact, his. Several citizens clamor for the wallet.
"Hey! That's my wallet!"
"And my pocket watch! This man has been robbing us! This valiant mage was helping us!"
Reigar, much to his surprise, finds himself being thanked by the citizens. After a few minutes, the rest of the citizens leave the square, intending to
lynchreport the pickpocket to officials, leaving a very confused Reigar. He slaps himself in the face, then sulks off after yet another failed pursuit of evilness.Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“Yeah.”
*gtg*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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Reigar finds himself wandering in an alley, quite close to the Kraftstadt graveyard. The wind dies down, and he feels a chill down his spine. He’s likely heard tales of the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs- but she doesn’t come out unless it’s night-
oh, look, the sun just set.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He feels the tingles, then pauses. Looks around.
His glowing orb eyes survey the area-- then, deciding nothing is out of the ordinary, considering he used to get mugged in alleys all the time, keeps walking. But then, from some back area of his head, he remembers something... about a mischievous presence who only came out at night. What was her name? Oh, yeah, she just went by the "Dark Lady."
"Pfft. She doesn't exist. Probably just some urban legend." He still hesitates, however, then, feeling very stupid, says "Dark Lady? Are you there?"
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*cut with Platypus*
As he calls out, he realizes that his voice isn’t echoing. It just… fades into the dark.
suddenly, from behind him, there is the hideous sound of bones breaking dozens of times over and immediately snapping back into place, as rising from a sudden pool of grave soil in the alley is the tall, menacing form of the dark lady. Rising out of the soil after her is her scythe, which takes a hold of, ripping it from the earth.
”Ȳ̸̬ó̷͜͝ų̴̭͑̈́ ̵̥̄̏c̸͙͋̑a̸̱̙̾l̵̜̣͒̚l̷͎͕̈́e̷̡͍̋͐d̸̛̮̒?̵͎̲̆” she whispers, her voice sending alarm bells ringing in his head. He notices that her staff/scythe is adorned with bones. Bones of children.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Um, I did, actually. So you're the Dark Lady of the Kraft... something or other Catacombs? Huh. Are those actual bones?"
He seems remarkably unimpressed, inspecting his own outfit and hers as though comparing the two. He looks at his staff, probably imagining it covered with bones.
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She nods. “They are, indeed actual bones. Ones that were not useful enough to be used for experimentation…” her form folds in on itself again as she reappears closer to him, her skeletal structure reconstructing itself with a grim cacophony of crunches and cracks. “You reek of villainy…” she mutters, observing him closely. The shadows seem to get darker and darker the longer she is around.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He looks surprised. "Oh, I do? I mean, I would tell you what you reek of, but... *sniff* I'm not sure what it is, actually." He sort of looks at the creeping shadows, then backs up a bit. "So, real bones, huh? Where'd you get them? I'm assuming the catacombs?"
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She smells of death. Just, straight up death. Whatever that smells like, it’s her. She also has a vaguely floral scent.
”the catacombs, children who wander too far… not much difference. I need materials for Necralchemy. Tell me, stranger, why do you carry the stain of evil upon you?”
*he’s not a very good villain, but the Dark Lady doesn’t know that, her evil sense works in mysterious ways*
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_-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.”
"Ah! That is just my Phenomenal Evil Power™ at play there. The more villainous I am, the more powerful I become! Mwahahahaaa!"
<Yeah, even though he tries his hardest, he usually ends up helping people. It's the thought that counts though. :P>
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She nods. “I see. And… what does this phenomenal evil power allow you to do? As a scholar of the arcane myself, I am… quite curious.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"My Phenomenal Evil Power™ let's me cast stronger spells, and increases my mana storage. It also can power this little machine that makes coffee for me in the morning. The more Phenomenal Evil Power™ I have, the better the coffee. It's really nice, actually, it's got all these little buttons and settings and..." he trails off when he sees here serious expression.
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She stares at him blankly. “What is… coffee?” She produces a dusty grimoire from within her robes and starts flipping through it. Upon closer inspection, It seems to be a modern dictionary.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Oh, it's this caffeinated beverage that really wakes you up in the morning. It's really nice sometimes, even if it's a bit bitter. I'm not sure that you, ah, will need it, because I don't think you sleep..."
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“Sleep means less time for research… I removed my ability and need to sleep long ago. It’s quite the simple procedure, if you would like it, so that you would not have to waste time on resting and then brewing this potion of caffeine…” she takes a step closer, reaching out towards him with a red-gloved hand.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*she’s too much of a workaholic to require sleep*
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Err... no thank, I'm fine with sleeping, thank you very much!" He steps back, away from her. "Wait, you're a researcher? I thought you were a primordial being that happened to resurface recently, just in time for a bunch of new people to arrive in Kraftstadt so that you could terrorize/befriend them, almost as though we're in a video game or something of the sort where people make original characters... but I guess you're just a researcher/mage that likes adorning herself with bones of children..."
<Casual 4th wall break.>
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she laughs. “You think the two are mutually exclusive. There is always more to be learned, more advancements that can be made…”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”