Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
naima observes as the markings fill back in over her grafitti
A Cat wanders down the road, in a wizards robe and hat.
she watches the cat
The cat walks up to her.
"... You're the idiot who insisted on blowing me around, aren't you?!"
she smiles "of course. you were in my sky"
"You're sky?! Nobody owns the sky! No God or higher power can claim to own the sky! The sky is independent, ever changing, chaotic! You may as well try and claim to own Time itself! No, the sky is too vast, and changes too often for you to be able to claim ownership."
"should the sky not belong to the greatest creatures in creation?"
"One, you and your kind are far from the greatest creatures I, let alone the world, have seen. I have found wonders beyond yr comprehension, and there are many more I have not yet found. And nay, not even the greatest being this world has to offer should own the sky. For the sky is free, endless, ever-changing."
"I highly doubt there is anything in the world more wondrous than I"
"Ah. And, why are you better than anything else of this land?"
"because I am a Marid, and they are not. its as simple as that"
"And why are Marids superior to all?"
"In all respects. we are more learned, powerful, humble than any other society. our cities more beautiful, and our art more breathtaking"
"Hah! Do you understand the words you just stated yourself to be? I doubt you are as powerful as you claim to be, and by the way you call yourself humble, I suppose you'd have a deficiency in not only humility, but knowledge as well!"
"i understand perfectly. i could have listed every way im superior, but restrained myself. am i not the picture of humility?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
naima observes as the markings fill back in over her grafitti
A Cat wanders down the road, in a wizards robe and hat.
she watches the cat
The cat walks up to her.
"... You're the idiot who insisted on blowing me around, aren't you?!"
she smiles "of course. you were in my sky"
"You're sky?! Nobody owns the sky! No God or higher power can claim to own the sky! The sky is independent, ever changing, chaotic! You may as well try and claim to own Time itself! No, the sky is too vast, and changes too often for you to be able to claim ownership."
"should the sky not belong to the greatest creatures in creation?"
"One, you and your kind are far from the greatest creatures I, let alone the world, have seen. I have found wonders beyond yr comprehension, and there are many more I have not yet found. And nay, not even the greatest being this world has to offer should own the sky. For the sky is free, endless, ever-changing."
"I highly doubt there is anything in the world more wondrous than I"
"Ah. And, why are you better than anything else of this land?"
"because I am a Marid, and they are not. its as simple as that"
"And why are Marids superior to all?"
"In all respects. we are more learned, powerful, humble than any other society. our cities more beautiful, and our art more breathtaking"
"Hah! Do you understand the words you just stated yourself to be? I doubt you are as powerful as you claim to be, and by the way you call yourself humble, I suppose you'd have a deficiency in not only humility, but knowledge as well!"
"i understand perfectly. i could have listed every way im superior, but restrained myself. am i not the picture of humility?"
"Humility would be stating that we are all equals, as is the truth. Humility would be understanding that none are better or worse, none are superior. And, you cannot be the most powerful creatures to walk this earth, nor the most nearned, as someone of that knowledge and power would understand the error in your proclamations."
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
"Alrighty then!"
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
"Alrighty then!"
She walks to the tavern, humming as she goes.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
"Alrighty then!"
She walks to the tavern, humming as she goes.
Evalryn follows, sitting down at the bar.
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
naima observes as the markings fill back in over her grafitti
A Cat wanders down the road, in a wizards robe and hat.
she watches the cat
The cat walks up to her.
"... You're the idiot who insisted on blowing me around, aren't you?!"
she smiles "of course. you were in my sky"
"You're sky?! Nobody owns the sky! No God or higher power can claim to own the sky! The sky is independent, ever changing, chaotic! You may as well try and claim to own Time itself! No, the sky is too vast, and changes too often for you to be able to claim ownership."
"should the sky not belong to the greatest creatures in creation?"
"One, you and your kind are far from the greatest creatures I, let alone the world, have seen. I have found wonders beyond yr comprehension, and there are many more I have not yet found. And nay, not even the greatest being this world has to offer should own the sky. For the sky is free, endless, ever-changing."
"I highly doubt there is anything in the world more wondrous than I"
"Ah. And, why are you better than anything else of this land?"
"because I am a Marid, and they are not. its as simple as that"
"And why are Marids superior to all?"
"In all respects. we are more learned, powerful, humble than any other society. our cities more beautiful, and our art more breathtaking"
"Hah! Do you understand the words you just stated yourself to be? I doubt you are as powerful as you claim to be, and by the way you call yourself humble, I suppose you'd have a deficiency in not only humility, but knowledge as well!"
"i understand perfectly. i could have listed every way im superior, but restrained myself. am i not the picture of humility?"
"Humility would be stating that we are all equals, as is the truth. Humility would be understanding that none are better or worse, none are superior. And, you cannot be the most powerful creatures to walk this earth, nor the most nearned, as someone of that knowledge and power would understand the error in your proclamations."
she laughs derisivley "equals? there's no sutch thing"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
"Alrighty then!"
She walks to the tavern, humming as she goes.
Evalryn follows, sitting down at the bar.
"What do you want? I'm getting the pumpkin pie. It's seasonal."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*And they might survive it long enough for you to have fun with it!*
*...assuming you don't roll super well...*
*I mean, with 40d6, theres not much that could survive. But, here's to the demons health! And the protection of the town!*
*New rule: Do not nuke the town.*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
naima observes as the markings fill back in over her grafitti
A Cat wanders down the road, in a wizards robe and hat.
she watches the cat
The cat walks up to her.
"... You're the idiot who insisted on blowing me around, aren't you?!"
she smiles "of course. you were in my sky"
"You're sky?! Nobody owns the sky! No God or higher power can claim to own the sky! The sky is independent, ever changing, chaotic! You may as well try and claim to own Time itself! No, the sky is too vast, and changes too often for you to be able to claim ownership."
"should the sky not belong to the greatest creatures in creation?"
"One, you and your kind are far from the greatest creatures I, let alone the world, have seen. I have found wonders beyond yr comprehension, and there are many more I have not yet found. And nay, not even the greatest being this world has to offer should own the sky. For the sky is free, endless, ever-changing."
"I highly doubt there is anything in the world more wondrous than I"
"Ah. And, why are you better than anything else of this land?"
"because I am a Marid, and they are not. its as simple as that"
"And why are Marids superior to all?"
"In all respects. we are more learned, powerful, humble than any other society. our cities more beautiful, and our art more breathtaking"
"Hah! Do you understand the words you just stated yourself to be? I doubt you are as powerful as you claim to be, and by the way you call yourself humble, I suppose you'd have a deficiency in not only humility, but knowledge as well!"
"i understand perfectly. i could have listed every way im superior, but restrained myself. am i not the picture of humility?"
"Humility would be stating that we are all equals, as is the truth. Humility would be understanding that none are better or worse, none are superior. And, you cannot be the most powerful creatures to walk this earth, nor the most nearned, as someone of that knowledge and power would understand the error in your proclamations."
she laughs derisivley "equals? there's no sutch thing"
"Ah, but one with true knowledge and powwer would understand that they are not the most powerful, nor the most knowledgeable. They would understand that there is always more to learn. They would understand that everyone, is equal, that wealth, knowledge, physical prowess, political strength, all of those don't matter in determining ones worth. We are all equals. There may be some that are more powerful than others, but that doens;t make them better than those who are less powerful."
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Sage seems to have finally pickled her eye of newt, and is preparing to drink her potion.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
Around town, mysterious carvings are etched into the buildings, including many on the Tavern. All these carvings speak of some 'Teacher', and that those with the pursuit of knowledge should meet by the Library and ask to be taught. Surrounding the words are strange carvings of eyes and tentacles. Any attempt to paint over the carvings, or fill them in, are met with failure, the etchings burning red hot and ingrave themselves back onto the wall.
Around town, more vampires have started to appear in large groups.
*Oh dear. It seems the plot is thickenenening...*
Evalryn is walking over to one of said groups, her cloaks hood covering her face in shadow.
They're talking in hushed tones. One of them, a young girl with fanged teeth, amber eyes, and a pair of moth wings turns to stare. They begin to murmur.
"... What? IS there something in my teeth? Wait- you guys can't see my teeth, nevermind. What's going on?"
She smiles. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"... That seems very ominous. Should I be worried...? ... Nah, It's fine."
She nods cheerfully. "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"
"Why yes I would."
"Come." She says. "To the tavern."
"Alrighty, then, mysterious stranger who wants to offer me a drink! This is definitely not an ambush or anything like that, and I am definitely not suspicious!"
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
"Come on."
"Alrighty then!"
She walks to the tavern, humming as she goes.
Evalryn follows, sitting down at the bar.
"What do you want? I'm getting the pumpkin pie. It's seasonal."
"I'll have... whatever the strongest drink this place has. It's been a rough night."
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I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek. I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
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She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I just have a ton of money to spend."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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"And I'm saying that I am accepting your drink and that I trust you and that I don't think this is a plot to kill me! What confusion is there?"
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
"i understand perfectly. i could have listed every way im superior, but restrained myself. am i not the picture of humility?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*So Slopnik made a demon and let it loose.*
*I'm not sure if I should intro them here or not*
*They're meant to be OP, but they do have player character stats. Monster Hunter class from Grim Hollow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Come on."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Humility would be stating that we are all equals, as is the truth. Humility would be understanding that none are better or worse, none are superior. And, you cannot be the most powerful creatures to walk this earth, nor the most nearned, as someone of that knowledge and power would understand the error in your proclamations."
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
"Alrighty then!"
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
*Finally! Murder Kitty Raolyn gets something to cast Meteor Swarm on!*
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
"What do you make of the new influx of vampires?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
She walks to the tavern, humming as she goes.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Evalryn follows, sitting down at the bar.
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
*And they might survive it long enough for you to have fun with it!*
*...assuming you don't roll super well...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
she laughs derisivley "equals? there's no sutch thing"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"What do you want? I'm getting the pumpkin pie. It's seasonal."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*I mean, with 40d6, theres not much that could survive. But, here's to the demons health! And the protection of the town!*
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
*New rule: Do not nuke the town.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Ah, but one with true knowledge and powwer would understand that they are not the most powerful, nor the most knowledgeable. They would understand that there is always more to learn. They would understand that everyone, is equal, that wealth, knowledge, physical prowess, political strength, all of those don't matter in determining ones worth. We are all equals. There may be some that are more powerful than others, but that doens;t make them better than those who are less powerful."
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
*Awwww... Okay....*
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?
Sage seems to have finally pickled her eye of newt, and is preparing to drink her potion.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
"I'll have... whatever the strongest drink this place has. It's been a rough night."
I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek.
I'll give you riddles, recite them for free.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me?
The clocks run out too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
What have I become?