Shadow Dragon

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"I follow Death itself. He is my Patron. And he isn't that dangerous, he just ensures that all beings meet their end as intended. He's equal to a god of fate or destiny." He smiles. "He knows all things about the afterlife, the dead and undead, and he sees them as his children. The disobedient are punished after their final death, a fate worse then any hell. He obliterates them. All things must be in balance, in death and in life."

Magic RP (Open to new players)

He shrugs. "I'll just have to trust you on that. But....do you think it would be possible for you to help me register my Parton? I know I'm a warlock of sorts, but it's important to me, and him. He's not a god per say, but he's as powerful as one. Would that count, if I present myself like a minor cleric or something?"

Magic RP (Open to new players)

He rubs his chin. "I highly doubt that would work, but I could give it a try. As for telling them to abandon necromancy, telling them not to while I'm a pure monster made of necromancy isn't going to work. That's just make them even more frenzied, most likely sending them into either a larger cult that sees me as some great champion, a voice of Death, or they'll be enraged, and start a war between the temples. That would count up to countless meaningless deaths. I could try to control them, send them out of the city to make a different life on their own, away from the good people of the city." He sighs. "I just don't want to start a war."

Magic RP (Open to new players)

He smiles, and stretches. "I think they can feel my patrons aura around me. It's effects are still lingering from his blessing a couple years back, when we were preparing to fight the lich." He sighs. "I think they see me as a sort of prophet, a bringer of death and destruction, even though I've made no move to threaten anyone in the few years I've been here." He shrugs. "I'd have to confront them about it to know for sure, but if I did, then I'd be seen as their leader, and the holy man would hunt me down without mercy. I don't want a bloodbath on my hands." He rests his hands on the head of his scythe. "What do you think I should do?"

The Rise of WillowClan

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Dark Dagger

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State Of Paranoia

Black spins, ducking and weaving around the attacks, and growls, fighting against the antimagic field, flicking needles all over the place, dropping guards left and right as she gets covered in cuts, and flicks a needle into the eye of one of the mages, killing him instantly. The field weakens, and she backflips out of the way, receiving more cuts and slashes all over, and attacks the mages, spinning seven inch needles like daggers, leaping over their heads, and scales a building, using the needles like climbing pitons, landing on the roof. "Now you've pissed me off." Blood drips off her body, and she lets darkness swirl around her, vanishing.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

He nods. "Drow are always seen as backwards, the corrupt version of all good elves. They worship the Spider Queen, and the disobedient ones are turned into Driders, a horrible half elf, half spider monstrosity. There might be one good one out of a million, such as myself." He chuckles. "The gods, huh? I used to worship gods...then I discovered that they all hate necromancy. So I sought out the purest form of death there is, The Reaper himself. He answers to no pantheon, just ensures that all creatures meet their end as intended." He sighs. "I think my presence here is starting to have a cult following, in all honesty. The few that know about necromancy have been trying to tail me. Should I be concerned about that?"

ARENA OF THE GODS!

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ARENA OF THE GODS!

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