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A RANSOM 2!!! (UPDATE) Old man rescued!
Sr_Dimentio replied to Sr_Dimentio's topic in Human Realms & Culture
Seeing no one was coming, he decided to play board games with his hostage "Ugh. . . Maybe I shouldn't kidnap when there's like a war and all that. . ." he whined as he moved his checker pieces -
[The drawing depicted the SERGEANT SEBASTIAN infront of his HOSTAGE, Uncle Hick!] Hey FOOLS! It's me again! Sergeant Sebastian! As they say... New month new hostage! This time... I kidnapped this old man I found on the road! I think he's from Norland or something...? Well! If you want him back in one piece you better give me 200 minas!!! If you take too long... I will shave his ridiculous mustache!!! Gyah ha ha ha ha!!! But don't be a cheater like last time with the jester... COME ALONE!!! -Sergeant Sebastian, expert in deception and handsomeness
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A RANSOM!!!!! -(UPDATE) The jester is now free
Sr_Dimentio replied to confusedjester's topic in Human Realms & Culture
"Gyeh he he he. . ." Sebastian chuckled, probably thinking he's cool and this plan was perfect "They must be terrified! Good job Sebastian! You're so perfect and handsome and smart..." the idiot declared, looking at himself on a pocket mirror while he waited for anyone to come... -
The Grand Count Dementio! A mostly harmless and silly cartoonish 'bat-themed' villain. He plans to CONQUER THE WORLD! Even if his ambition are much bigger than his actions... His favourite pastimes include making people trip over banana peels and knocking on doors before ditching. He also loves a good EVIL ol' monologuing before engaging in quarrels... He gave himself the title of ''Overlord of Chaos'' and ''The Tyrant of the Stars'', he thinks he's star-related thanks to some ''starchild'' being the one who encouraged his villainy.
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Allen was now living with his adoptive father, trying to heal himself, heal himself from wounds far worse than physical, the loss of what he considered his siblings, feeling like he had no purpose in this life, that he was guilty of things that were far beyond his grip. But now, he was starting to feel happyness, Calmness, he felt he found family and care yet again. Until he got that missive... His eyes glared at it with fury "No..." he thought of what he once considered his home... He thought about how other people must feel like he felt, and about how much it hurts... "The world is rotten... But... I think it still has hope... I think it can be better..." he muttered to himself "Victor, my rapier shall aid you if it's needed..." he declared, pinning the missive with a dagger on the table he was sitting on. --- Dementio also read the missive, the most important person to the self-proclaimed ''tyrant of the stars'' showed it to him, and he saw how much it hurt her, how much it dissapointed her... And he also felt dissapointed on what he thought was heroes... If not heroes... People trying to what considered best, he felt dissapointed at himself; for he thought he, as a 'villain', had a good eye on what was a hero "Disgusting..." he growled "Not even villains... For that's what I am... And I don't... Do this..." he sighed, as he really had to think about this... "At this point... It will not be the mountain what causes the end of the world..." --- In another hidden part of Aevos, the elf fomerly known as 'Enric Von Illwill Lamort', now known as Phanto, was laughing "Pffff-" he covered his mouth, chuckling softly at first, until he bursted into maniacal laughter "HAHAHAHAHAHA! No way! No way! For a shield!?" more laughter filled the empty corridors where he was hiding, until he managed to calm himself, he shrugged and shook his head, grinning like this was the funniest news he heard in some time "Oh... They even had to call 'Daddy Empire' for help!" he grinned more, then narrowed his eyes at the missive "There's nothing I'm more excited for than to see those idiots and that rotten 'Empire of Fools' fall... And maybe they cause it themselves..." he snorted, storing the missive on his coat
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Huh!? Oh... I see I'm pretty famous alredy... Mwe he he..." he said, on the most arrogant and annoying voice the hag heard in some time. The man, dressed in extravagant robes, approached the tent before stepping in some of his large robes and falling into the mud "Nooooo! My pretty attire! It's all your fault you foolish old hag!!!" he stood up all mudied and sat on the tent, groaning and crossing his gloved arms on his chest "Wathever... You wanted to hear my GRAND story right...? Then braze yourself FOOL!" he cleared his throat "It all started when I wanted to become like my father... A necromancer! Mwa ha ha ha! D-Don't tell anyone..." he continued "Yes, my father was a necromancer, he always said it was my fault, it seems I was borned evil and killed my own mother when I was born... W-Well wathever! You know what!? He never taught me anything! He just hit me and forced me to partake on his weird rituals! That bastard didn't even gave me name..." he groaned "I'm grumpy now! I'll show all of you FOOLS how GRAND of a necromancer I am when I conquer all Aevos with my undead army! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha...! First I have to learn necromancy tho... But when I learn everyone will kneel before their new EVIL master... Dementio!!!" he continued cackling evily like a maniac "Well... See you in some years when you're my loyal servant like the rest of FOOLS..." he started walking away, cackling to himself, the hag could swear watching him fall again on his way to who knows where...
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Allen looks at her weirded out for some seconds, then adopts an evil pose. - "Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! Fool! Don't you know who am I!? The grrrreat Allen Manners...! Feared villain! I'm so evil I won't sit in your foolish cushion! Mwa ha ha ha ha! Tremble before my grrreatness and evilness!". He runs away, cackling evily...
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Allen looks at the hag weirded out for some seconds, then adopts an evil pose. - "Fool! Don't you know who am I!? The grrrreat Lord Manners...! Feared villain! I'm so evil I won't sit in your foolish cushion! Mwa ha ha ha ha!". The hag just stares at him, unimpressed, so he starts getting scared... He sits on the cushion, hating the smell there. -"W-Well... I guess I can give you the honor of sharing some of my grrrrreat and evil story... J-Just don't put a curse on me or something..." he adjust his bow tie, regaining his smug before starting, "I am Allen Manners, also known as he grrrreat Lord Manners, destined to become the grrrreatest villain of all Aevos! I go from site to site, showing every foolish race, every foolish inferior individual how great and evil I am! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!" the hag just laughs, knowing he's just a pathetic wannabe, then points at the cloth bag on his head "Oh, this? You fool! It's to cover my real identity of course!" the hag lift the bag, showing that he's a quite young man, he quickly lows his makeshift mask, "H-Hey! M-My real identity! Ugh... Hags... That's it! I'm leaving!" he stands up all offended and walks away, all grumpy and mumbling to himself.
