Einherjar 906

Random Roleplay

The lowly imp hath threaded on the same road for several days, seemingly stranded in the rural depths of a random desert in North America.
As he reached yet another roadside village with a few houses made of cheap aluminium roofing and plywood, a visibly exhausted man draped in black leather appeareth out of practically nowhere, followed by yet another redneck the imp hath seen, except he didn't remember them having the ability to teleport like that.

The imp quickly turneth off the flames in his ladle and bolted straight towards the cover of one of the houses. "Kheeek! A trap!" He whispered, yelling into hisself.
He feareth to be exorcised by the strange men with powers.

So far away to his destination--the gateway to Hell that humans prefer to call 'Yellowstone' as if a strange euphemism to sulphur--the imp wondered if his journey hath came to its conclusion. He skittles away around the house, hopefully out of sight.

Myriad Reality

I do not really know if I am doing this right, also hello 43 guests.

Myriad Reality

Ukobach



_{Loyal servant to the Lord Beelzebub; monitors and regulates the fires of Hell.}

Ukobach's Fire
_{Uses a spoon of any size to create a floating gout of fire in mid-air. Indefinite duration, can be doused like any other flame.}

Hover
_{Take flight at an incredible speed of one entire meter per second.}

Hell's Disposable Minions
_{Respawns back into Hell when killed.}

^{Has an unusually high innate mana pool, unbefitting of his lack of any real magic spells.
He is lost, and he's trying to get back to his Lord.}

What's the deal with airline food?

It's actually the air pressure, it does strange things to food.

Greetings. I crave socializing and writing err scrawling fiction. I merely dabble in fiction, I wasn't molded in it.