Editing Cealion

Cealion is a Sea Elf Dhamphir Sorcerer.


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the format will be in the form of scrawled messages to Cealion's favored tabaxi courtesen Azuria, beginning after a night of Cealion crying endlessly on her shoulder. As such the 'chapters' are basically one-off notes about particular parts of Cealion's life in a messy un-coordinated manner.

CONTEXT! this may or may not help.


Cealion: dhampir.... sea elf... probably.

Yarrog: dwarven multiclass specializing in the creation of incredibly dangerous and unstable weaponry.... not to be confused with wierd and generally useless plushies stored in a corner that was exploded by Cealion when they 'met'

Azuria: the tabaxi courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existance if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' human

Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the player known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t    A      U S E L E S S      S N E K     T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of quelmar.



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Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, 'airships' i think that dwarf called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that vampire, wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I wish i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that airship piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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 Right, story. I'm undead, I know giant flaming curving fireball. I'm sure the pale skin REALLY didn't tip you off. Well something interesting happened when i got 'changed' by that undead thing. You know how when a wizard breaks his magic wand the magic contained within kinda, ya know, explodes everywhere causing chaotic randomness to happen. Yeah, it turns out that a similar thing happens when you shove too many elements into the same vessel, or in this case, ME. You'ed think that exploding with chaotic energy infused from the combination of many elements not playing well with eachother would be fun right? YOU WOULD BE VERY WRONG! It is painful as all crap. Luckily i didn't die from this because of a sealing spell, is that right? It might've been a scroll. Anyways, my chaotic energy got settled down by that pale thing, you wanna know what happened next? IT BIT ME! Surprisingly, in comparison to the explosive entropy i was previously experiencing, this was barely a prick. I still felt it, but in comparison to every inch of your skin shocking with a searing, burning pain, it was not noticable at the time. Anyways. that was my childhood. My teen years were spent dealing with mechanical things at a certain dwarf's place(remember when i mentioned one when talking about flyin machines as airships?). If we find eachother again i'll tell you about it on another scrawled page, lend me your shoulder when that happens please, thanks in advance.
 may chaos be with you,
 Cealion


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Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my rocky childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing dwarves right? wrong, very stupidly wrong.  He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, gods the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.


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anyways where was i, oh yeah, got a water flask, i like how inturring it in a corpse refills it with fresh wata, tho it's a bit stinky afterwards, but hey, magical water is magical water. Wait wrong story. Umm uhh. Oh right. Prototypes. you ever have 10 wands of magic missile activated in ur general direction and then have the resulting damage belayed by a cloak of shield? You ever wonder how dead you'ed be if the cloak failed? Terrifying crap boyo'. Absolutely terrifying. Yarrog was amazingly technical with some of his facinations, i wonder what that crazy dwarf is doing now. Ehh. probably delving in some ancient magic dungeon with magical traps and stuff with his 'anti magic orb'. you wanna know how i didn't destroy his house upon first meeting him? There's your reason. He gave me a different item to help deal with my magical outbursts but i think i lost it somewhere. 


branch 1 Just a drunk idiot   ( this is a branch of existance that never happened and thusly shall not be officially written until this character is dead)


branch 2 Za warudo broke, and only drunk cealion can understand it...

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WUow DuuUUde, drinking water AND from my flask was DEFINATELY wuT i NEEded. so here's what i did, i got drinking my flazk until it was EMPTY! then i CONTINUED DRINKING AN EMPTY FLASK! i'm wondering how thats possible but i'll think on that later, anyways i found some glowy stuff on the floor, ate it, felt like crap, ate more, passed out probably, woke up, broke my arm, broke time and space, killed some boxes with faces, ate one, saw my past self, bit him, raised an undead army, got promptly thrown into a demension that doesn't exist, pissed out the box-face i ate, made a deal with it, combined the powers of law and chaos to create a bubble reality, eccelerated it beyond the point of entropy, caused a supernatural explosion, decided it was fun, did it until the bubbles wouldn't explode, reversed it, figured out how to alternate it, smashed it all together, applied the box-face to it, got out of the wierd-space, came to a reality that looked familiar with a wierd yelling dwarf, got fused with a creature that looked like me, and now i'm a snake with a box for an eye.... on a tattoo... on myself.... interesting... i can exert controll over- * the note cuts off, Cealion would find this note amongst his belongings... probably.... or it'd get used by Yarrog to tell Azuria about problems with the 'idiot'


page 3 (back) ***btw i'm not submitting a forum changes thing until i properly clean up the notes mess (edit on 6:38 am aug 29 2023)***


majority of page is jumbled and fading in-out of proper existance. as such it's hard to read properly, the main excerpts that appear more often are this:


Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting mother loving H---*cuts off


resumes*---LD SURGE TO LET OFF STEAM(and entropy, we'll get to that.) AND EVEN FICKI--* cuts off


<nowiki>*</nowiki>--cond he actually drinks some legit Law abiding drink of MOTHER LOVING WATER I SWEAR ON WHATEVER YOU CONSIDER TO BE A SO--*


<nowiki>*</nowiki>--ATER FLEA ALIVE UNTIL MY LAST FECKI--*


<nowiki>**</nowiki>dev notes**  written what follows is an indescribably error-filled 7331,, but mixed with infernal notes, some contractual magic, and ALOT of binding spell traps connected to electrical storm incantations. Whoever reads this will find their mind filled with a waiver for there continued existence written in standard common in block text, along with warnings after the waiver. Man this robot/demon/aether hybrid did NOT want to unwarrantedly kill anyone, maybe they are really good at hiding. Or projecting, or they know who the tattoo really is. Those emotions seem kinda illegal for a robot to have, ngl.




N013 b-1



() message end

() () activating waiver

()()waiver signing

-> |

[y] n


()() Proccess agreed, warning activated. Initiate puzzle on lowest setting, apply additional warning before continue

-> [n]

() ()accepted, reapplying waiver, entering sleep mode *device within the paper begins to turn itself into little grass-hoppers with sticks for arms, before consuming the note and retreating in formation, breaking off in 8 cardinal directions, into the ground. Waiting for another passerby that has read the first two notes. . . .


(** this is a transmission as apposed to the format of notes that the others were written in**)

Branch END  (this is the route Cealion generally gets to eventually, or quickly, depending on your perception of fate) 

Error ---- first loop in progress

data Locked until first loop ends

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ending transmission/transpondance until futher notice