A young mage, maybe 8 years old, runs through the tight streets of the outer city. His dirty brown hooded cape flutters behind him, nearly identical to his brown hair save for a streak of yellow hair, standing out from the rest. Two other children, about his age, chase behind him, laughing. As the boy runs, he begins... Croaking. "Ribbit ribbit. Ribbit RIBBIT ribbit ribbit. RIIIIBBIIIIT!!!" As the strange noises leave his lips, his lock of yellow hair glows a dark green, and he bends his legs, jumping up onto the roof of a nearby building that is easily 30 feet tall. As he hops from rooftop to rooftop, the other children stand there, dumbfounded. The boy chuckles to himself, "Ribbit."
The colormage looks up at the child on the rooftop and smiles, waving. “That looks fun!” He calls.
"Ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit." He nods his head "ribbit rib-but when I use this magic, my voice always... Wait, it wore off already?" He looks surprised. He goes to jump off the roof, then pauses, remembering he's no longer enchanted. "Whelp, guess I'm up here now." he says. He looks around, then runs to the back of the building. He walks out of an alleyway a few seconds later. "I found a ladder going down. My name's Ivan." He sticks his hand out for a handshake.
He holds his hand out and shakes it. “I am the Colormage. My name is Flavian.”
"Colormage? I just call myself a 'child mage.' do you puke rainbows or somethin?" A curious expression spreads across his face, and Flavian notices that each of his eyes are a different color. One is a hazel color, and one is a yellow color identical to his golden shock of hair.
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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?"
A young mage, maybe 8 years old, runs through the tight streets of the outer city. His dirty brown hooded cape flutters behind him, nearly identical to his brown hair save for a streak of yellow hair, standing out from the rest. Two other children, about his age, chase behind him, laughing. As the boy runs, he begins... Croaking. "Ribbit ribbit. Ribbit RIBBIT ribbit ribbit. RIIIIBBIIIIT!!!" As the strange noises leave his lips, his lock of yellow hair glows a dark green, and he bends his legs, jumping up onto the roof of a nearby building that is easily 30 feet tall. As he hops from rooftop to rooftop, the other children stand there, dumbfounded. The boy chuckles to himself, "Ribbit."
The colormage looks up at the child on the rooftop and smiles, waving. “That looks fun!” He calls.
"Ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit." He nods his head "ribbit rib-but when I use this magic, my voice always... Wait, it wore off already?" He looks surprised. He goes to jump off the roof, then pauses, remembering he's no longer enchanted. "Whelp, guess I'm up here now." he says. He looks around, then runs to the back of the building. He walks out of an alleyway a few seconds later. "I found a ladder going down. My name's Ivan." He sticks his hand out for a handshake.
He holds his hand out and shakes it. “I am the Colormage. My name is Flavian.”
"Colormage? I just call myself a 'child mage.' do you puke rainbows or somethin?" A curious expression spreads across his face, and Flavian notices that each of his eyes are a different color. One is a hazel color, and one is a yellow color identical to his golden shock of hair.
“No, I can steal colors. Let me show you.” He lightly taps a house next to them, a bright green color, and his hair suddenly turns bright green. The house next to him turns the same yellow as his hair.”
*Feel like this is a kinda OP but also very weak ability at the same 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!
A young mage, maybe 8 years old, runs through the tight streets of the outer city. His dirty brown hooded cape flutters behind him, nearly identical to his brown hair save for a streak of yellow hair, standing out from the rest. Two other children, about his age, chase behind him, laughing. As the boy runs, he begins... Croaking. "Ribbit ribbit. Ribbit RIBBIT ribbit ribbit. RIIIIBBIIIIT!!!" As the strange noises leave his lips, his lock of yellow hair glows a dark green, and he bends his legs, jumping up onto the roof of a nearby building that is easily 30 feet tall. As he hops from rooftop to rooftop, the other children stand there, dumbfounded. The boy chuckles to himself, "Ribbit."
The colormage looks up at the child on the rooftop and smiles, waving. “That looks fun!” He calls.
"Ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit." He nods his head "ribbit rib-but when I use this magic, my voice always... Wait, it wore off already?" He looks surprised. He goes to jump off the roof, then pauses, remembering he's no longer enchanted. "Whelp, guess I'm up here now." he says. He looks around, then runs to the back of the building. He walks out of an alleyway a few seconds later. "I found a ladder going down. My name's Ivan." He sticks his hand out for a handshake.
He holds his hand out and shakes it. “I am the Colormage. My name is Flavian.”
"Colormage? I just call myself a 'child mage.' do you puke rainbows or somethin?" A curious expression spreads across his face, and Flavian notices that each of his eyes are a different color. One is a hazel color, and one is a yellow color identical to his golden shock of hair.
“No, I can steal colors. Let me show you.” He lightly taps a house next to them, a bright green color, and his hair suddenly turns bright green. The house next to him turns the same yellow as his hair.”
*Feel like this is a kinda OP but also very weak ability at the same time.*
"Oh, so you're a magical painter. That's cool! Do you think you can do it to my cape? My outfit's a bit boring."
*I kinda feel the same way. If it's permanent then it's pretty strong, but if it's temporary then it's just ok.*
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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?"
A young mage, maybe 8 years old, runs through the tight streets of the outer city. His dirty brown hooded cape flutters behind him, nearly identical to his brown hair save for a streak of yellow hair, standing out from the rest. Two other children, about his age, chase behind him, laughing. As the boy runs, he begins... Croaking. "Ribbit ribbit. Ribbit RIBBIT ribbit ribbit. RIIIIBBIIIIT!!!" As the strange noises leave his lips, his lock of yellow hair glows a dark green, and he bends his legs, jumping up onto the roof of a nearby building that is easily 30 feet tall. As he hops from rooftop to rooftop, the other children stand there, dumbfounded. The boy chuckles to himself, "Ribbit."
The colormage looks up at the child on the rooftop and smiles, waving. “That looks fun!” He calls.
"Ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit." He nods his head "ribbit rib-but when I use this magic, my voice always... Wait, it wore off already?" He looks surprised. He goes to jump off the roof, then pauses, remembering he's no longer enchanted. "Whelp, guess I'm up here now." he says. He looks around, then runs to the back of the building. He walks out of an alleyway a few seconds later. "I found a ladder going down. My name's Ivan." He sticks his hand out for a handshake.
He holds his hand out and shakes it. “I am the Colormage. My name is Flavian.”
"Colormage? I just call myself a 'child mage.' do you puke rainbows or somethin?" A curious expression spreads across his face, and Flavian notices that each of his eyes are a different color. One is a hazel color, and one is a yellow color identical to his golden shock of hair.
“No, I can steal colors. Let me show you.” He lightly taps a house next to them, a bright green color, and his hair suddenly turns bright green. The house next to him turns the same yellow as his hair.”
*Feel like this is a kinda OP but also very weak ability at the same time.*
"Oh, so you're a magical painter. That's cool! Do you think you can do it to my cape? My outfit's a bit boring."
*I kinda feel the same way. If it's permanent then it's pretty strong, but if it's temporary then it's just ok.*
He shrugs. “Sure! But it will only last a day. What color would you like your cape to be?”
*Yeah, I was thinking it would be permanent originally but temporary works better. I’m thinking maybe it lasts a day.*
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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!
*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
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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
Loschen straightens up. The Dark Lady is certainly imposing, and hardly looks human. He tries not to focus on the 'pet' at all; all it seems to him is another unnecessary audience member to this already tense conversation that he'd rather have disappear. Stepping forward, he bows and says 'It is an honour to come face to face with the Dark Lady of the Catacombs. I heard much of your strength, and that is why I have sought out you and your potential council. I am working on an ambitious arcane project, and I would like some guidance from you on your specialty to help accel its pace. However, it is not funding I seek; I can manage that well enough myself, instead it is information on your signature spell. This is because I am working to create a spell that completes the trifecta of magic; as a first class mage yourself, you must have recognised how magic can be broken down into creation and alteration, or a mix of those two, and I want to find pure destruction magic. I believe your ability to influence life and impose death could be a key concept to the fulfilment of my dream, and I would be indebted if you could reveal more about the inner workings of such a spell.'
She listens to him speak carefully, deathly silent and smiling ever so slightly. “You wish to find a method of absolute destruction, and so you come to the one true master of ending mortal life?“ she chuckles slightly. “I admire the bravery. The last person who sought me out tried to drive a stake through my heart… this is refreshing. I’ll help you with your endeavor then, I suppose…” she draws a sigil in the grave soil with her staff, which begins to glow with a light lavender hue. The light leaps up from the sigil and swirls around Loschen in dozens of tiny glowing motes, before quickly fading. Once it’s over, he suddenly feels… healthier. More alive. Refreshed.
”that should keep my defense systems from dissolving you.” she mentions casually, walking past him to Asphodel’s gate, beckoning him to follow. Her pet Raven-thing seemingly disappears, though its shadow can be seen, cast by the torches in the pavilion, as it snakes across the ground to follow her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of working with?” She asks, not looking up as she begins to descend the staircase into the catacombs.
Loschen is glad that the Dark Lady is willing to cooperate, and is also grateful for the protective charm she cast that should hopefully combat whatever macabre defences she has in her lair. When queried on his name, he replies 'My name is Loschen Leere. I'm a second class mage, though you won't find my name in any books or studies, since I have made sure that I am unknown to the general public. I am entirely self-funded, through my parents inheritance, as I feel investors can put too much unnecessary pressure on those behind the investment, and I don't like to have a following behind what is a effectively an academic passion project, as their opinions and desires could sway my intentions, or make it feel like I have to provide something to the people that follow along. You're the first person I've consulted on this topic so far, actually, and you'll of course be credited accordingly on the spell's eventual success and release, granted you want your contributions recognised.'
*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
[Hey, glad you're interested! I'd say just through them in a setting that leaves them open for interaction like in the streets, an inn or a shop, and describe their appearance, maybe a little about their spells, whatever you want really! I think we've got enough players for somebody to pick up them for some RP and you can just expand and introduce them and concepts behind them from there!]
*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
[Hey, glad you're interested! I'd say just through them in a setting that leaves them open for interaction like in the streets, an inn or a shop, and describe their appearance, maybe a little about their spells, whatever you want really! I think we've got enough players for somebody to pick up them for some RP and you can just expand and introduce them and concepts behind them from there!]
*great because I have a mage who specializes in appearance magic and her apprentice who’s a living bad luck charm*
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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
Loschen straightens up. The Dark Lady is certainly imposing, and hardly looks human. He tries not to focus on the 'pet' at all; all it seems to him is another unnecessary audience member to this already tense conversation that he'd rather have disappear. Stepping forward, he bows and says 'It is an honour to come face to face with the Dark Lady of the Catacombs. I heard much of your strength, and that is why I have sought out you and your potential council. I am working on an ambitious arcane project, and I would like some guidance from you on your specialty to help accel its pace. However, it is not funding I seek; I can manage that well enough myself, instead it is information on your signature spell. This is because I am working to create a spell that completes the trifecta of magic; as a first class mage yourself, you must have recognised how magic can be broken down into creation and alteration, or a mix of those two, and I want to find pure destruction magic. I believe your ability to influence life and impose death could be a key concept to the fulfilment of my dream, and I would be indebted if you could reveal more about the inner workings of such a spell.'
She listens to him speak carefully, deathly silent and smiling ever so slightly. “You wish to find a method of absolute destruction, and so you come to the one true master of ending mortal life?“ she chuckles slightly. “I admire the bravery. The last person who sought me out tried to drive a stake through my heart… this is refreshing. I’ll help you with your endeavor then, I suppose…” she draws a sigil in the grave soil with her staff, which begins to glow with a light lavender hue. The light leaps up from the sigil and swirls around Loschen in dozens of tiny glowing motes, before quickly fading. Once it’s over, he suddenly feels… healthier. More alive. Refreshed.
”that should keep my defense systems from dissolving you.” she mentions casually, walking past him to Asphodel’s gate, beckoning him to follow. Her pet Raven-thing seemingly disappears, though its shadow can be seen, cast by the torches in the pavilion, as it snakes across the ground to follow her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of working with?” She asks, not looking up as she begins to descend the staircase into the catacombs.
Loschen is glad that the Dark Lady is willing to cooperate, and is also grateful for the protective charm she cast that should hopefully combat whatever macabre defences she has in her lair. When queried on his name, he replies 'My name is Loschen Leere. I'm a second class mage, though you won't find my name in any books or studies, since I have made sure that I am unknown to the general public. I am entirely self-funded, through my parents inheritance, as I feel investors can put too much unnecessary pressure on those behind the investment, and I don't like to have a following behind what is a effectively an academic passion project, as their opinions and desires could sway my intentions, or make it feel like I have to provide something to the people that follow along. You're the first person I've consulted on this topic so far, actually, and you'll of course be credited accordingly on the spell's eventual success and release, granted you want your contributions recognised.'
She looks back to him, not stopping her descent down the staircase. “Mm… I may or may not wish to be credited. Such a spell… it might just send more would-be witch-hunters to my doorstep. They’re annoying to deal with…” once Loschen passes the 27th step precisely, that feeling of being more alive and refreshed disappears. God knows what would’ve happened if they didn’t have that charm.
”I admire your commitment to staying unknown… too many uneducated voices can often poison a project. I, however, am, as far as I am aware, the most educated on this particular facet of your hypothesis…” after a couple of hundred steps, they reach an enormous, cavernous room lined with tunnels on all sides, and above those tunnel entrances are sarcophagi built into the Sides of the walls- walls that themselves, are embedded with bones. Thousands of bones. She starts her way down one of these tunnels, conjuring a mote of green light to illuminate her path.
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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.”
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
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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?"
Loschen straightens up. The Dark Lady is certainly imposing, and hardly looks human. He tries not to focus on the 'pet' at all; all it seems to him is another unnecessary audience member to this already tense conversation that he'd rather have disappear. Stepping forward, he bows and says 'It is an honour to come face to face with the Dark Lady of the Catacombs. I heard much of your strength, and that is why I have sought out you and your potential council. I am working on an ambitious arcane project, and I would like some guidance from you on your specialty to help accel its pace. However, it is not funding I seek; I can manage that well enough myself, instead it is information on your signature spell. This is because I am working to create a spell that completes the trifecta of magic; as a first class mage yourself, you must have recognised how magic can be broken down into creation and alteration, or a mix of those two, and I want to find pure destruction magic. I believe your ability to influence life and impose death could be a key concept to the fulfilment of my dream, and I would be indebted if you could reveal more about the inner workings of such a spell.'
She listens to him speak carefully, deathly silent and smiling ever so slightly. “You wish to find a method of absolute destruction, and so you come to the one true master of ending mortal life?“ she chuckles slightly. “I admire the bravery. The last person who sought me out tried to drive a stake through my heart… this is refreshing. I’ll help you with your endeavor then, I suppose…” she draws a sigil in the grave soil with her staff, which begins to glow with a light lavender hue. The light leaps up from the sigil and swirls around Loschen in dozens of tiny glowing motes, before quickly fading. Once it’s over, he suddenly feels… healthier. More alive. Refreshed.
”that should keep my defense systems from dissolving you.” she mentions casually, walking past him to Asphodel’s gate, beckoning him to follow. Her pet Raven-thing seemingly disappears, though its shadow can be seen, cast by the torches in the pavilion, as it snakes across the ground to follow her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of working with?” She asks, not looking up as she begins to descend the staircase into the catacombs.
Loschen is glad that the Dark Lady is willing to cooperate, and is also grateful for the protective charm she cast that should hopefully combat whatever macabre defences she has in her lair. When queried on his name, he replies 'My name is Loschen Leere. I'm a second class mage, though you won't find my name in any books or studies, since I have made sure that I am unknown to the general public. I am entirely self-funded, through my parents inheritance, as I feel investors can put too much unnecessary pressure on those behind the investment, and I don't like to have a following behind what is a effectively an academic passion project, as their opinions and desires could sway my intentions, or make it feel like I have to provide something to the people that follow along. You're the first person I've consulted on this topic so far, actually, and you'll of course be credited accordingly on the spell's eventual success and release, granted you want your contributions recognised.'
She looks back to him, not stopping her descent down the staircase. “Mm… I may or may not wish to be credited. Such a spell… it might just send more would-be witch-hunters to my doorstep. They’re annoying to deal with…” once Loschen passes the 27th step precisely, that feeling of being more alive and refreshed disappears. God knows what would’ve happened if they didn’t have that charm.
”I admire your commitment to staying unknown… too many uneducated voices can often poison a project. I, however, am, as far as I am aware, the most educated on this particular facet of your hypothesis…” after a couple of hundred steps, they reach an enormous, cavernous room lined with tunnels on all sides, and above those tunnel entrances are sarcophagi built into the Sides of the walls- walls that themselves, are embedded with bones. Thousands of bones. She starts her way down one of these tunnels, conjuring a mote of green light to illuminate her path.
‘Excellent, I’m glad to hear it.’ Loschen shivers; this place is far dingier than a quaint college study, though he can hardly imagine the Dark Lady conducting business on anyone’s turf aside her own. He then follows her down the path, eager to see where it leads.
*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
[Hey, glad you're interested! I'd say just through them in a setting that leaves them open for interaction like in the streets, an inn or a shop, and describe their appearance, maybe a little about their spells, whatever you want really! I think we've got enough players for somebody to pick up them for some RP and you can just expand and introduce them and concepts behind them from there!]
*great because I have a mage who specializes in appearance magic and her apprentice who’s a living bad luck charm*
[Nice those both sound like awesome concepts, excited for your intros!]
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. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
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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
*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
[Hey, glad you're interested! I'd say just through them in a setting that leaves them open for interaction like in the streets, an inn or a shop, and describe their appearance, maybe a little about their spells, whatever you want really! I think we've got enough players for somebody to pick up them for some RP and you can just expand and introduce them and concepts behind them from there!]
*great because I have a mage who specializes in appearance magic and her apprentice who’s a living bad luck charm*
[Nice those both sound like awesome concepts, excited for your intros!]
*thanks. I’ve been working on crafting more vibrant intros.*
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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
Loschen straightens up. The Dark Lady is certainly imposing, and hardly looks human. He tries not to focus on the 'pet' at all; all it seems to him is another unnecessary audience member to this already tense conversation that he'd rather have disappear. Stepping forward, he bows and says 'It is an honour to come face to face with the Dark Lady of the Catacombs. I heard much of your strength, and that is why I have sought out you and your potential council. I am working on an ambitious arcane project, and I would like some guidance from you on your specialty to help accel its pace. However, it is not funding I seek; I can manage that well enough myself, instead it is information on your signature spell. This is because I am working to create a spell that completes the trifecta of magic; as a first class mage yourself, you must have recognised how magic can be broken down into creation and alteration, or a mix of those two, and I want to find pure destruction magic. I believe your ability to influence life and impose death could be a key concept to the fulfilment of my dream, and I would be indebted if you could reveal more about the inner workings of such a spell.'
She listens to him speak carefully, deathly silent and smiling ever so slightly. “You wish to find a method of absolute destruction, and so you come to the one true master of ending mortal life?“ she chuckles slightly. “I admire the bravery. The last person who sought me out tried to drive a stake through my heart… this is refreshing. I’ll help you with your endeavor then, I suppose…” she draws a sigil in the grave soil with her staff, which begins to glow with a light lavender hue. The light leaps up from the sigil and swirls around Loschen in dozens of tiny glowing motes, before quickly fading. Once it’s over, he suddenly feels… healthier. More alive. Refreshed.
”that should keep my defense systems from dissolving you.” she mentions casually, walking past him to Asphodel’s gate, beckoning him to follow. Her pet Raven-thing seemingly disappears, though its shadow can be seen, cast by the torches in the pavilion, as it snakes across the ground to follow her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of working with?” She asks, not looking up as she begins to descend the staircase into the catacombs.
Loschen is glad that the Dark Lady is willing to cooperate, and is also grateful for the protective charm she cast that should hopefully combat whatever macabre defences she has in her lair. When queried on his name, he replies 'My name is Loschen Leere. I'm a second class mage, though you won't find my name in any books or studies, since I have made sure that I am unknown to the general public. I am entirely self-funded, through my parents inheritance, as I feel investors can put too much unnecessary pressure on those behind the investment, and I don't like to have a following behind what is a effectively an academic passion project, as their opinions and desires could sway my intentions, or make it feel like I have to provide something to the people that follow along. You're the first person I've consulted on this topic so far, actually, and you'll of course be credited accordingly on the spell's eventual success and release, granted you want your contributions recognised.'
She looks back to him, not stopping her descent down the staircase. “Mm… I may or may not wish to be credited. Such a spell… it might just send more would-be witch-hunters to my doorstep. They’re annoying to deal with…” once Loschen passes the 27th step precisely, that feeling of being more alive and refreshed disappears. God knows what would’ve happened if they didn’t have that charm.
”I admire your commitment to staying unknown… too many uneducated voices can often poison a project. I, however, am, as far as I am aware, the most educated on this particular facet of your hypothesis…” after a couple of hundred steps, they reach an enormous, cavernous room lined with tunnels on all sides, and above those tunnel entrances are sarcophagi built into the Sides of the walls- walls that themselves, are embedded with bones. Thousands of bones. She starts her way down one of these tunnels, conjuring a mote of green light to illuminate her path.
‘Excellent, I’m glad to hear it.’ Loschen shivers; this place is far dingier than a quaint college study, though he can hardly imagine the Dark Lady conducting business on anyone’s turf aside her own. He then follows her down the path, eager to see where it leads.
Soon, they reach another chamber, the walls of this one similarly lined with bones, and containing multiple coffins, though one of them is opened at the center, revealing the corpse of someone who… couldn’t have been dead for more than six days, could he?… his flesh was only beginning to putrefy. His eyes seem to have been removed. Two walls of the room are instead lined with bookshelves, containing hundreds of tomes, as well as jars of… human body parts. Including, look at that, a pair of eyes. On a third wall, is a desk with neatly stacked pieces of parchment, several books depicting grisly scenes of murder, as well as a human skull. Just sitting there.
she raises her staff, and out of the ground rise two chairs on either side of the open coffin- which magically closes itself. She invites him to sit as she steps towards one of the bookshelves, scanning through the tomes.
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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.”
*due to the quiet, I suppose later is now* A woman with long pink hair pushes her way through the crowded street. Only her witch’s hat is visible above the clamoring townsfolk. Finally, she finds a break in the swarm and dusts off the front of her jacket.
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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
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. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
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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!”
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. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
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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
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. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
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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!”
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. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
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
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"Colormage? I just call myself a 'child mage.' do you puke rainbows or somethin?" A curious expression spreads across his face, and Flavian notices that each of his eyes are a different color. One is a hazel color, and one is a yellow color identical to his golden shock of hair.
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 can steal colors. Let me show you.” He lightly taps a house next to them, a bright green color, and his hair suddenly turns bright green. The house next to him turns the same yellow as his hair.”
*Feel like this is a kinda OP but also very weak ability at the same 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!
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"Oh, so you're a magical painter. That's cool! Do you think you can do it to my cape? My outfit's a bit boring."
*I kinda feel the same way. If it's permanent then it's pretty strong, but if it's temporary then it's just ok.*
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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He shrugs. “Sure! But it will only last a day. What color would you like your cape to be?”
*Yeah, I was thinking it would be permanent originally but temporary works better. I’m thinking maybe it lasts a day.*
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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*hello, I have an interest in this thread but I’m not sure how exactly to introduce my characters…*
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
Loschen is glad that the Dark Lady is willing to cooperate, and is also grateful for the protective charm she cast that should hopefully combat whatever macabre defences she has in her lair. When queried on his name, he replies 'My name is Loschen Leere. I'm a second class mage, though you won't find my name in any books or studies, since I have made sure that I am unknown to the general public. I am entirely self-funded, through my parents inheritance, as I feel investors can put too much unnecessary pressure on those behind the investment, and I don't like to have a following behind what is a effectively an academic passion project, as their opinions and desires could sway my intentions, or make it feel like I have to provide something to the people that follow along. You're the first person I've consulted on this topic so far, actually, and you'll of course be credited accordingly on the spell's eventual success and release, granted you want your contributions recognised.'
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!
[Hey, glad you're interested! I'd say just through them in a setting that leaves them open for interaction like in the streets, an inn or a shop, and describe their appearance, maybe a little about their spells, whatever you want really! I think we've got enough players for somebody to pick up them for some RP and you can just expand and introduce them and concepts behind them from there!]
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!
*great because I have a mage who specializes in appearance magic and her apprentice who’s a living bad luck charm*
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
She looks back to him, not stopping her descent down the staircase. “Mm… I may or may not wish to be credited. Such a spell… it might just send more would-be witch-hunters to my doorstep. They’re annoying to deal with…” once Loschen passes the 27th step precisely, that feeling of being more alive and refreshed disappears. God knows what would’ve happened if they didn’t have that charm.
”I admire your commitment to staying unknown… too many uneducated voices can often poison a project. I, however, am, as far as I am aware, the most educated on this particular facet of your hypothesis…” after a couple of hundred steps, they reach an enormous, cavernous room lined with tunnels on all sides, and above those tunnel entrances are sarcophagi built into the Sides of the walls- walls that themselves, are embedded with bones. Thousands of bones. She starts her way down one of these tunnels, conjuring a mote of green light to illuminate her path.
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.”
[cut with Bananer28046]
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
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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‘Excellent, I’m glad to hear it.’ Loschen shivers; this place is far dingier than a quaint college study, though he can hardly imagine the Dark Lady conducting business on anyone’s turf aside her own. He then follows her down the path, eager to see where it leads.
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!
[Nice those both sound like awesome concepts, excited for your intros!]
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!
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.
*I’ll intro her mistress later*
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
*thanks. I’ve been working on crafting more vibrant intros.*
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
Soon, they reach another chamber, the walls of this one similarly lined with bones, and containing multiple coffins, though one of them is opened at the center, revealing the corpse of someone who… couldn’t have been dead for more than six days, could he?… his flesh was only beginning to putrefy. His eyes seem to have been removed. Two walls of the room are instead lined with bookshelves, containing hundreds of tomes, as well as jars of… human body parts. Including, look at that, a pair of eyes. On a third wall, is a desk with neatly stacked pieces of parchment, several books depicting grisly scenes of murder, as well as a human skull. Just sitting there.
she raises her staff, and out of the ground rise two chairs on either side of the open coffin- which magically closes itself. She invites him to sit as she steps towards one of the bookshelves, scanning through the tomes.
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.”
*due to the quiet, I suppose later is now*
A woman with long pink hair pushes her way through the crowded street. Only her witch’s hat is visible above the clamoring townsfolk. Finally, she finds a break in the swarm and dusts off the front of her jacket.
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
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
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!”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
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
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
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!”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
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