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@the-last-lifeline.bsky.social
RP Account for Tarogath (Lifeline-Deadline) from Sentinels of the Multiverse || DMs Open for Plotting || Unwilling Villain - Brooding Penetant || All Art by Adam Rebottaro || #MVRP #RPSKY // http://Wardens
It wasn’t much of a romantic gesture but as they locked hands, Tarogath locked eyes with his assailant as well. It WAS a pragmatic gesture, however.
“If you wanted money, you’d need only have /asked/.”
Red light spread between them, a pulsing throb that ran from one body to another.
“If you wanted money, you’d need only have /asked/.”
Red light spread between them, a pulsing throb that ran from one body to another.
August 4, 2025 at 3:16 PM
It wasn’t much of a romantic gesture but as they locked hands, Tarogath locked eyes with his assailant as well. It WAS a pragmatic gesture, however.
“If you wanted money, you’d need only have /asked/.”
Red light spread between them, a pulsing throb that ran from one body to another.
“If you wanted money, you’d need only have /asked/.”
Red light spread between them, a pulsing throb that ran from one body to another.
He didn't have much. There were some interesting-looking gadgets and his shoulder pads...a rather fetching scarf that was well-loved.
In the pockets of his tunic there were some things that might have been coins but definitely weren't gil.
All in all a wasted effort, maybe--but then--!
In the pockets of his tunic there were some things that might have been coins but definitely weren't gil.
All in all a wasted effort, maybe--but then--!
August 4, 2025 at 1:30 PM
He didn't have much. There were some interesting-looking gadgets and his shoulder pads...a rather fetching scarf that was well-loved.
In the pockets of his tunic there were some things that might have been coins but definitely weren't gil.
All in all a wasted effort, maybe--but then--!
In the pockets of his tunic there were some things that might have been coins but definitely weren't gil.
All in all a wasted effort, maybe--but then--!
"I take no action lightly. All has a cost and I am glad to pay the price myself."
- Lifeline, Tome of the Bizarre #81
- Lifeline, Tome of the Bizarre #81
August 4, 2025 at 12:31 PM
"I take no action lightly. All has a cost and I am glad to pay the price myself."
- Lifeline, Tome of the Bizarre #81
- Lifeline, Tome of the Bizarre #81
I don't understand the dreams but I seem to be--living a life that isn'y mine.
With faces I know but that aren't mistrusting me.
They call me 'friend' and 'teammate'.
With faces I know but that aren't mistrusting me.
They call me 'friend' and 'teammate'.
February 12, 2025 at 12:26 PM
I don't understand the dreams but I seem to be--living a life that isn'y mine.
With faces I know but that aren't mistrusting me.
They call me 'friend' and 'teammate'.
With faces I know but that aren't mistrusting me.
They call me 'friend' and 'teammate'.
The Frenchman would be so smug if he could see Tarogath right now; engaging with others, not brooding alone.
...Speaking more than seven words in three sentences.
...Speaking more than seven words in three sentences.
January 28, 2025 at 3:38 PM
The Frenchman would be so smug if he could see Tarogath right now; engaging with others, not brooding alone.
...Speaking more than seven words in three sentences.
...Speaking more than seven words in three sentences.
Another exhale.
"The last of our kind."
He thought back and considered the last question...now it made sense.
"I'm here to--'make good'."
"The last of our kind."
He thought back and considered the last question...now it made sense.
"I'm here to--'make good'."
January 28, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Another exhale.
"The last of our kind."
He thought back and considered the last question...now it made sense.
"I'm here to--'make good'."
"The last of our kind."
He thought back and considered the last question...now it made sense.
"I'm here to--'make good'."
The surprise didn't last long. Rolling on the ground, he caught himself, got upright and thrust a claw out.
It wasn't going to hurt much but it would at least (perhaps) keep the boar-rushing boulder from bodying him again.
It wasn't going to hurt much but it would at least (perhaps) keep the boar-rushing boulder from bodying him again.
January 17, 2025 at 8:25 PM
The surprise didn't last long. Rolling on the ground, he caught himself, got upright and thrust a claw out.
It wasn't going to hurt much but it would at least (perhaps) keep the boar-rushing boulder from bodying him again.
It wasn't going to hurt much but it would at least (perhaps) keep the boar-rushing boulder from bodying him again.
Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇɴsᴇ ɪᴛ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ's ғʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴡᴀs ʟᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ. Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜɪᴛ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.
November 20, 2024 at 3:31 PM
Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇɴsᴇ ɪᴛ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ's ғʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴡᴀs ʟᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ. Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜɪᴛ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.
Tᴀʀᴏɢᴀᴛʜ’s sᴇɴsᴇs ᴘʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɴɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ Cᴇʟʟ’s ғᴀᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏ /ʀᴇᴀᴅ/. Nᴏ ʟɪᴘs, ᴄᴀʀᴀᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs— ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀ ғᴀʟsᴇʜᴏᴏᴅ.
November 20, 2024 at 8:43 AM
Tᴀʀᴏɢᴀᴛʜ’s sᴇɴsᴇs ᴘʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɴɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ Cᴇʟʟ’s ғᴀᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏ /ʀᴇᴀᴅ/. Nᴏ ʟɪᴘs, ᴄᴀʀᴀᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs— ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀ ғᴀʟsᴇʜᴏᴏᴅ.
“This Superman reminds me of…”
Tarogath didn’t know what to do with a man like Legacy. Good men who believed someone could redeem themselves, no matter the crime.
He—Tarogath—didn’t deserve that kind of grace, he knew. Still…it was good to know others could benefit from it.
Tarogath didn’t know what to do with a man like Legacy. Good men who believed someone could redeem themselves, no matter the crime.
He—Tarogath—didn’t deserve that kind of grace, he knew. Still…it was good to know others could benefit from it.
November 9, 2024 at 5:48 AM
“This Superman reminds me of…”
Tarogath didn’t know what to do with a man like Legacy. Good men who believed someone could redeem themselves, no matter the crime.
He—Tarogath—didn’t deserve that kind of grace, he knew. Still…it was good to know others could benefit from it.
Tarogath didn’t know what to do with a man like Legacy. Good men who believed someone could redeem themselves, no matter the crime.
He—Tarogath—didn’t deserve that kind of grace, he knew. Still…it was good to know others could benefit from it.
@raida-ninja.bsky.social
Tarogath's closest associate and friend in the Enclave was Slamara. She was also his conscience after he returned the first time, keeping him from sinking too deep into his own morass of melancholy.
Tarogath's closest associate and friend in the Enclave was Slamara. She was also his conscience after he returned the first time, keeping him from sinking too deep into his own morass of melancholy.
November 7, 2024 at 8:21 AM
@raida-ninja.bsky.social
Tarogath's closest associate and friend in the Enclave was Slamara. She was also his conscience after he returned the first time, keeping him from sinking too deep into his own morass of melancholy.
Tarogath's closest associate and friend in the Enclave was Slamara. She was also his conscience after he returned the first time, keeping him from sinking too deep into his own morass of melancholy.
Discomfort was a word for it.
A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.
A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.
November 7, 2024 at 3:34 AM
Discomfort was a word for it.
A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.
A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.
"I will breath in your essence, and it will fuel the downfall of your allies." - Lifeline, Scion Strike #4
November 5, 2024 at 8:08 PM
"I will breath in your essence, and it will fuel the downfall of your allies." - Lifeline, Scion Strike #4
"The amassed arcane energy must go somewhere--thankfully, you present an easy target."
November 5, 2024 at 9:38 AM
"The amassed arcane energy must go somewhere--thankfully, you present an easy target."
"The amassed arcane energy must go somewhere--thankfully, you present an easy target."
November 5, 2024 at 9:37 AM
"The amassed arcane energy must go somewhere--thankfully, you present an easy target."
“Sing to me of your essence, false being. My power can read the truth.” - Lifeline, Scion Strike #1
November 5, 2024 at 6:06 AM
“Sing to me of your essence, false being. My power can read the truth.” - Lifeline, Scion Strike #1