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Our word of power is HONK We HUNGER and deserve to be fed for we are superior
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AJ_Impy posted:Our power word is Subvert, for we will bend all things to our will. Our focus is Curiosity, for knowledge is power and we shall draw in all of it. Seconding this!
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AJ_Impy posted:Our power word is Subvert, for we will bend all things to our will. Our focus is Curiosity, for knowledge is power and we shall draw in all of it. I third this.
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Breathing in air and Mana both, you charge your lungs with will and might, letting loose a roar to shake the foundations of the world. Subvert It echoes across the prime material, working it's way through stone and soil, air and flame. Your breath, though invisible, is a blight of darkness upon the light of day, a ray of shadow reaching to the stars, as if to pluck them from the heavens themselves.   'I was just going to call you Spike... " your caretaker mumbles, with the far away voice of someone truly struck by awe. But just as you are about to revel in your clear superiority, it is challenged by five calls of equal magnitude.  'Tenbux' A deep, guttural rumbling, as if ten earthquakes decided to have a rave. The word has the purity of mithril, the rarity of demon tears. The gaudiness of peafowl. It craves all you hold dear. 'Refuse' A torrent of denial, a shock to your system, a blow struck against all authority. It is accompanied by the sound of mountain chains breaking, an anger primordial. 'Meow' A piercing call that echoes across the night, where before it was day, answered ten-thousand-fold by a myriad of voices that all sing of the glory of unfettered violence and theft unabated. 'HONK' A one-note siren heralding the end of days, it is at once both a warning and an insult - to the entire world. Xy'pzt'nek A record-scratch across the cosmos, the feeling of deja-doom and a rending of reality itself. Finally, '[___]' Silence. A suffocating weakness. A wound that will never heal. It appears the other wyrmlings have awoken. Your fight for survival has only just begun. --- But you aren't one to back down. If you bore all the scars you had earned across your lifetimes, you doubt a speck of whatever form you took would be spared a blemish or woe. No, you will use all the power and resources at your disposal to prove your worth, to claim victory over your peers and win the award for Best of Show. If only you had any. Wait. Your nest is in the Academy. Surely there is power here to claim for yourself? But where to even begin? You summon your caretaker with a frightful "meep" and instruct him with sharp talons to take you to...  Where do you want to explore? A: The Dormatories B: The Common Grounds C: The Library D: The Herbarium E: The Alchemical Laboratories F: The Highest Tower G: One of the nearby floating islands, you have no real way of telling them apart, so one will be picked at random. H: The Tyrannofauna Enclosure I: The 'Practical Applications of Magical Theorems' Building J: The lowest basement
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Sep 11, 2020 19:16
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A - we shall use our awesome majesty to turn all of the students into our servitors, and they shall shower us with shiny gifts that may or may not gleam golden.
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Sep 11, 2020 19:20
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Dont we like to smoke some herb? That's what we got fire breath for!
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Sep 11, 2020 21:20
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C, we wanna read and become smart because our focus is Curiosity!
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Sep 11, 2020 21:26
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE we shrieked with glee, upon seeing all the colorful liquids to drink
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Sep 11, 2020 22:17
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I'm curious about practicality
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Sep 11, 2020 22:35
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F. If it has a purpose other than being the tallest tower I dunno, but it is a tower, it is tall, and soon it will be ours.
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Sep 11, 2020 22:39
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H UH WE HAVE SOMETHING CALLED A TYRANNOFAUNAE ENCLOSURE
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Sep 12, 2020 01:00
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C Time to get our amanuensis on.
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Dog Kisser posted:H
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Dog Kisser posted:H Gonna have to go with this
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Sep 12, 2020 08:32
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A Lets go see if there's a Fingers on this campus
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*incomprehensible dragon noises* "Who's a little cutie-wootie? Who's my little  !! "Oh, you need to go walksies?" *incoherent rage* "Ooh, I get it. You want to see other monsters to get inspiration so you can grow big and fierce for the contest. What an excellent suggestion! Sure, let's go buddy!" --- You are carried by your caretaker and followed by your minions (some first-years whose names you have not bothered to learn) through your dormitories and out onto Academy Grounds. The Academy is enormous. Gaudy. Magnificent. Magical. There is not a brick on the entire estate that has not seen magic during some point in its illustrious career as a construction material. The grass beneath you is obviously blessed, countless every colour flowers blooming beneath the rich canopy of tall, blue-leafed trees. Legions of Enchanted brooms keep every path as tidy as can be, and spectral servants care to the whims of senior students and faculty, carrying their tomes and scrolls or braiding their hair as the case may be. Everywhere you see the frivolous, wasteful expenditure of mana, as if there is not a single problem or task too simple for the mages here, to not wiggle their wands or mutter arcane incantations at without thought of consequence or risk. And indeed, it seems to be mostly risk free. With your dragon eyes can make out symbols and runes of warding, woven into the architecture itself, but far too complex for your young mind to follow to any conclusion, beyond that this place would be unassailable to any army, even if it wasn't floating several miles above the valley below and filled to the brim with wizards and witches with seemingly endless supplies to withstand and perpetuate sieges with. Slowly your party weaves their way through the gangs frolicking students, throngs of familiars, legions of servants and solitary professors out for their morning strolls, through complex gates and winding corridors for what seems like hours, until finally, at the very far end of the campus, rested up against the side of a flying mountain which acts as both a natural barrier and fanciful backdrop, you find the most well protected gate of all, standing a good two hundred feet high, lined with white and blue marble towers capped with pure gold, surrounded by moats and patrolled by very serious looking spellswords.  Getting in is actually no problem at all. Indeed, the battlemages posted at the gates are delighted to be visited by a senior student and his pet dragon. Unusually keen or lax, or perhaps just so secure in their gate, training and position in life, one of the guards even leaves his post to follow your party along, asking a never ending series of queries of your caretaker about yourself. You.. A: Play along, acting extra cute and relish in the attention. B: Do not play along, ignoring the guard in favour of your own exploits. C: Actively dissuade the guard by acting surly and nipping at his fingers. D: Attack the guard. E: Use the opportunity to escape.
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Sep 13, 2020 16:47
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B. Observe and wait. These are future thralls at best, endearing ourselves more than necessary is demeaning.
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Sep 13, 2020 17:46
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A. We Subvert. We take what is good and kind, and turn it evil. And to subvert, you need to be trusted.
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Sep 13, 2020 20:47
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A We subvert. We take the assets of those who oppose us and make them our own. Morality is an irrelevance for lesser beings.
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Sep 13, 2020 21:01
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A. Use the tools at our disposal.
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Sep 13, 2020 23:21
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Sure let's go A.
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Abloobloobloo Whatever your ulterior motive, you do your very best to be utterly adorable - garnering the attention of not only your caretaker, the first-years and the battlemage, but a few other park-goers as well. They ooh and they aww at your antics, and a dreadfully warm fuzzy feeling grows inside of you as you give of yourself to make others happy, even as you preen and and shimmer with the attention so rightfully brought down upon your perfection. + 🕊 However, your vanity is not in vain, for even as your soul and body loses itself in adoration, your devious, magically-maliciously-inclined mind notices with some satisfaction that your caretaker begins embellishing your short life with a casual ease of one practised in the arts of deceiving, corrupting Vanity taking root in his heart. + 🦂 But all is not fun and games, and you came here for a reason. With the aid of the Battlemage acting as a guide, you quickly learn that the Tyrannofauna Enclosure is the worlds premiere in-situ study of all things more than mundanely ferocious. More than just a zoo or a prison, the grounds behind those marbled warded walls pacify and quell the more murderous tendencies of the creatures therein, enabling the curious student to get incredibly in-depth documentation on the physical characteristics of things that would normally eviscerate them for even existing in their general vicinity.  There are hook horrors, cyclopi, behemoths,  Owlbears, minotaurs, oliphants  Elementals, golems and more. Every which way you look, you see another type of creature bound to this place in some manner far beneath it's worth as a wild, callous entity of dread. It is as if the mages of the Academy have taken that which was one frightful, and put it under such security and scrutiny as if to crush the very spirit of Fear out of them like a juice, without even the care to bottle said juice up and put it on sale. It is oppression without purpose other than perhaps furthering some vague concept of knowledge or some ideal to 'care for nature' even at its worst and some part of you worries that this is ultimately what they have in mind for you as well; to clip your wings and put you on display, rather than let you fly free to wreck your havoc upon the world. But for now you have some semblance of freedom. Whatever these beasts are going through, you are ostensibly on the better part of the fence; with those observing rather than those being observed. The battlemage babbles on about one exhibit after another, and your mind wanders as he does for indeed you have been or used most of the creatures present before, as part of yourself or your armies, even if your memories of such days are blurry and remote. Babbles, until all of a sudden your party stops, in front of a building that looks more like a theatre than an exhibit. "Shall we?" He asks, and your caretaker nods. "Can we? Oh, that would be swell. You are quickly lead into the domed structure, to find the inside cheerfully lit by floating candles and large, rectangular windows. There is a commotion from a pit in the middle of the room, which only barely drowns out the noise from the hundred or so individuals seated all throughout the rooms on row upon row of benches, some even flying or levitating to get a better view of the action.  In the middle, two senior students (judging by their accoutrements) bellow and gesture at what appear to be velociraptors, having the time of their lives. The creatures have bloodlust in their eyes and shriek and scream in what you can only assume is the lizard version of the Top Ten Playground Insults, and, goaded by their caretakers, jump at each-other with clear unnatural haste. The students whisk their wands in the air, enhancing their chosen battle-pets abilities and warding against undodgeable blows even as the crowds cheers reverberate within the arena, stray magic bolts the colour of certain dormitories exploding both here and there in celebration of the spectacle. The battlemage ushers your party into a bench at the front of the action and discusses something with an older gentleman with the smell of wealth upon him. Something of a monetary nature is clearly being discussed, but the words are muddled by the din of the place and your senses are not yet so keen as to pierce through the chatter for that one morsel of information that could perhaps be of use to use in the coming moments that is almost assuredly the topic at hand. Blood is in the air, and lots of it. You turn from the mages to look upon the fight but alas, it is already over. You must have just missed the juiciest bit, for the raptors are no longer present and already an animated broom and mop are in place to clear the viscera from the ring. The scales on your neck stand on end as a pair of unfamiliar gauntlets seize you and throw you in, momentary panic informing you just how extremely trapped you are in this instant, as a forcefield announces its presence to your head and claws as you attempt to remove yourself from the premises post-haste. You are alone on the sandy floor, with a sea of people watching your every move from behind a shimmering dome of force. The walls regale of bouts won and lost, with tabs for score and trophies littering every available surface that has not been used for seating. With a ripple throughout the field and even more obnoxious noise from those present, your caretaker enters the ring with you, raising his arms as if to take in the adoration that should rightfully be yours, before any of you have truly earned an iota of it. Another ripple, and another student, abs bulging beneath skin-tight robes, dreadlocks flowing behind in from a source-less wind, enters, conjuring some sort of elemental snake from the aether.  Your senses go on full alert, your dragon-lungs tingle. Your claws 'ting' as only such sharp tools of destruction can. You give your mightiest roar and... A: Attempt to physically wound your opponent B: Attempt to magically wound your opponent C: Attempt to magically suppress your opponent D: Attempt to magically dominate your opponent E: Attempt to physically intimidate your opponent F: Attempt to physically outmanoeuvre your opponent G: Ignore your opponent, go for his trainer! H: Ignore your opponent, and his trainer, go for yours! I: Attempt to escape J: Something else? Write-in.
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Sep 14, 2020 22:17
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D We are Subvert, after all.
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Sep 14, 2020 23:34
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Lux Animus posted:D We are Subvert, after all. I dunno, Subversion sounds like C to me.
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Sep 14, 2020 23:34
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C - we need to show these pitiful students that they can't send creatures to attack us. Other creatures cower before our might.
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Sep 14, 2020 23:51
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J. Place Us in a competition without Our permission, will they? Defensively, use Our student as cover; there are likely protections in place to keep the students safe, so no worry of harming Our first minion just yet. "Offensively" We have yet to test Our magic or Our might, and while We could do so here, why not let the magical protection on Our "owner" do so for Us? Bait the snake into attacking Our owner, and let the arcane 'discouragement' go to work on the elemental as it keeps setting off Our students protections. No doubt this goes against the spirit of the rules, but one way or another Our student will have learned a lesson from the experience.
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Sep 15, 2020 02:28
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D. That thing is ours now.
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Sep 15, 2020 07:01
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a this is violence now
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Sep 15, 2020 07:27
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Arcanuse posted:J. Voting for this
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Sep 15, 2020 09:32
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C Oh ho, perhaps not so flawlessly Good after all? Let's see what we can do.
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As the mystical eel-thing snakes it's way through the aether from the sleeve of its master, you steel your will, hiding behind the left shoe of your caretaker and focus on the elemental and realize that you are only a few days old at most and don't actually know any spells. Panicking, you search your essence for any knowledge that might be useful, imploring the mystical guidance of your adopted ancestors... --  You are innately magical, young wyrmling, as are all Dragons great and small, but you have yet to sup the great leylines of the world, and your hoard is pitiful, miniscule, worthless. You have barely awoken and already you face a Wizard in mortal combat, it's eternal servant fighting in his stead. Your one advantage, perhaps, is that mortals can be reasoned with. If you know their tongue, or are powerful enough that tongues no longer matter. For you, neither is an option. Your example will be one for other, less foolish dragons to ponder for the ages. -- Well that was no help, and all that time spent meditating has left you open to attack. You shudder and curl up as the magical creature strikes...   and it doesn't hurt as much as you thought. Magic shimmers across your body and your caretaker gives you a thumbs up - the encouragement you can recognize at least - but the words are buried beneath the still encroaching jaws of your opponent. Another strike, and this time you dodge out of the way, dancing between the legs of your caretaker and out the other side, getting a brief glimpse of the tail-end of your rival. Desperate for any edge, you tune in to the astral and are nearly blinded by the omnipresent, overwhelming lightshow. Only due to your draconic nature and vast prior-life experience can you even make out the bond between master and servant amongst the noise of the Academy, and that only faintly, but it is enough of a hook to do something with, and so you clamp down on it and pull and drag and struggle and flop about. And yeah, alright, you feel something happening and there are bright flashes all over and more pain and you try to refocus on the world at large. The elemental is running amok in the enclosed pit, the Battlemage clearly struggling with his incantations to keep it from goring him or the other student, your caretaker, whom himself is busy dodging and running around, throwing up shields to block it's frantic attacks. You are bleeding rather severely from two deep cuts. It is not a mortal injury, but you can't really take any more punishment either. You have a moment to consider your next move. A: Attack the battlemage whilst he is distracted. B: Attack the elemental whilst it is distracted. C: Attack your caretaker whilst he is distracted. D: Attempt to flee. E: Focus on defending yourself. F: Elders allowing, Attempt to Siphon Vitae when everyone is distracted on the crazed familiar. G: Something else? Write-in.
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Sep 20, 2020 14:31
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F subvert their power against them
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Sep 20, 2020 14:56
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Junpei posted:I dunno, Subversion sounds like C to me. /səbˈvərt/ verb: undermine the power and authority of (an established system or institution). "an attempt to subvert democratic government" Similar: destabilize, unsettle, overthrow, overturn, bring down I don't think we properly committed an act of subversion by taking option C in the last vote. Vote: F
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Sep 21, 2020 01:54
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Sep 21, 2020 02:14
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Sure let's go F then.
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Taking advantage of the chaos, you blow past the elders wards and seek to retake control of the situation. You scramble to the side, away from the main scuffle and flare your breath sacs in defiance at the world. With eyes glowing with eldritch energies, you dive into the astral sea, once more seeking the spectre of the elemental in order to quench it. And sure enough, sparkling dangerously ahead you see it's astral form, connected to its master with a frayed, tangled thread. You sink your metaphorical teeth into its flank and attempt to begin the process of draining it, but quickly realize that a summon such as you are fighting is but a wisp of will made manifest, and would not do to satiate your desire. Frustrated, panicked now as the creature turns to counter you, you cast your gaze elsewhere for any anchor for your spell. Your caretaker is out of the question as his spellcraft is all that is keeping the monster at bay, and the dome protects the audience from any arcane seepthrough. That leaves the battlemage, and why not? He is sufficiently distracted and you already have node it your grasp. Following the thread back from the familiar and onto its master, you swiftly find his second chakra and latch on, casting the one spell you know, Siphon Vitae.  A spell crafted long ago, at the height of your former power, Siphon Vitae is one of your Soul Possessions, an innate ability that transcends such trifles as mere mortality. It is at once both simple and complex, being the ultimate expression of the the line of magics that deal with the transferring of energies from one source to another. In your prime, you have used it to blight the lands and drain all colour from the sky, but for now it is all you can muster to have it serve you a meal before exhaustion and bloodloss causes you to expire. With darkness swirling around your astral form, you open your chakras fully to the void, becoming a conduit through which Vitae can flow, from the battlemage, through you, before skilfully trapping it deep within, just before it is lost forever to the nothingness beyond immortal ken. Needless to say, the effect this has on the battlemage is rather drastic, and not very subtle. As if a balloon stretched around a skeleton suddenly bereft of air, the skin begins stretching worryingly against the battlemages lanky frame – all control of the familiar is lost in an instant, turning it from mild annoyance to unfettered spirit as it begins feasting on the sudden wellspring of power before being itself snuffed out via psychic backlash – the wizard screams silently as breath leave him and he claws at his throat, liquid visibly draining and flowing from every open pore down into his robes – which cover the egress of the flow onto the floor – there are several bright flashes as unknown spells begin to go off in the vicinity, most from the outside bouncing harmlessly of off the dome – some from within, as the drained wizards wards and contingencies begin to pop off and your caretaker attempts to create for himself a sanctuary. You feel your body swell with essence both physical, spiritual and magical and your wounds slowly begin to regenerate even as stray memories begin flooding (back?) into your psyche – random lessons picked up long ago about – your first wand – your last kiss – your first hat – what you had for breakfast – wait, none of these are true – it's all jumbled and from different heights and with... other sets of limbs than what you are used too. Faces you have never seen, thought you have never thought, hopes you have never held. No, these are not your memories, no life of yours, it must be the wizard, or what is left of him – in his final moments. You clamp shut, expel him from your mind to feast on the remains and SEIZE The word is inescapable. For a moment it is all that you are. You are a tiny, newborn dragon all alone in an empty room filled with people. They are miles away but have gone no further than they were before, their faces filled with horror and concern pressed against the forcefield, apathetic in their seats, unmoving as even motes of dust hover motionless in the air. And then you are motionless in the air, paralysed but oh so keenly aware of your surroundings. All eyes of the room focused on the one figure who - just so effortlessly as if taking a stroll through a summer garden - just ripped a tear in space-time to appear larger-than-life, flying some five feet above the floor with robes and capes flowing in arcane wind, deflecting and dispelling all magics within with but a word of power before pointing one gnarled finger directly at you.  FOUL WYRM! YOU DARE ABUSE OUR GENEROSITY WITH SUCH PERVERSION? THOU ARTH ABOMINATION TRUE – YOUR KIND IS NOT FIT FOR A WORLD SUCH AS OURS. SUBMIT NOW TO MY JUDGEMENT;  "Headmäster, nö! The little öne didn't meän it, these äre just the drägöns way! They fight with everything they häve, änd they äre önly tiny bäbies, they meän nö härm!" SILENCE NECROMANCER, FAR TOO LONG HAVE WE TOLERATED YOUR EXPERIMENTS. OUR JUDGEMENT IS CAST, NOW PERISH! "Whät? Åh nej!" There is a brightghgjudurdfjunhjnhj ft dr6hjwd csdtr46t6r53w4535 --- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9D2mvoMKLE ---  "ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ. ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴʏ ᴛɪɴʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴏx ᴘᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪꜱɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ, ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ-ʙᴇ." The skeleton looks at you with a grin that can only be described as mischievous. "ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɢɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ. ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴠᴏʟᴄᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴊᴜʀᴇʀꜱ. ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ, ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇᴅ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ." "ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ?"  = 000.000.001 | 000.000.005 ʜᴍ? ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ, ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇᴅ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ. ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢꜰᴜʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ. ᴀʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ... ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ, ᴀᴍ ɪ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. A bony arm stretches outwards and to your right, where upon the shore a girl stands, dredging through the colourless waters for scraps of shell and bone.  "'Sup, I'm Sandy. Searching for something?" 1 Virtue Shoppe - Shell of Sanctuary - Soap of Cleanliness - Sign of Troubles - Sock of Snacks - Share of Time "Sounds good?" --- "ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɴ.. ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴏʜ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ..."  Achiement Unlocked: Wyrmslayer Render dragons extinct (for now). "ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ."
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Sign of Troubles sounds really cool. Anyway, let's try our hand at being an imp at the Hospital Junpei fucked around with this message at 02:55 on Sep 27, 2020 |
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I'll back Imp
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Bat Faithhaven Sanctuary Soap of Cleanliness
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