After a long trek through the desert, accompanied by the haunting tunes of past Ed Sheeran hits, you come to the outskirts of the city at Hell's Gate. Ramshackle tents and buildings made of loosely stacked bricks are crammed together. Running on the corrugated iron roofs, children without anybody to care for them play in the land of the forsaken dead. As you were coming closer to the city, a long queue of the dead forms but by the time you've arrived, that line has disintegrated into the sprawling shantytown you see before you. As you approach the Gate, you notice certain a few scenes
A collection of cowled men, sketching an exquisite pattern into the dust by the roadside
An old store building, long since looted and now filled with babies, stuck at the Gates of Hell.
Passing through a collection of tents, they see a pair of angels grab a fleeing man, smashing his legs beyond repair and dragging him away
Finally, they come to the small crowd outside the Gate itself clamouring for the attention of three figures on a platform about a hundred metres away. The Gate is firmly closed, but a smaller gate set into its base is open, guarded by a half dozen glossy-feathered angels.
Aris takes in everything around them, frowning in slight disgust at the things they see. They wait to see what their siblings do.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Zaza steps up "I am... a professional at talking to people. What are we trying to achieve? And Alloy? Stay. Back." Zaza shoots them a withering glare
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Puzzle:
3 times, I have played level 20 characters. These experiences normally lead my sanity to divide as my other 4 players square up out of annoyance. In addition, 172 people polled by Eris, resident eldritch evil, say their sanity was a fifth of what is was after tracking max level combat with Solanar and Atemos. A while ago, I was rooted in fear after my character was stabbed. But the time was around 8.91 seconds before the end, and I rounded the fight out with a bang.
After a long trek through the desert, accompanied by the haunting tunes of past Ed Sheeran hits, you come to the outskirts of the city at Hell's Gate. Ramshackle tents and buildings made of loosely stacked bricks are crammed together. Running on the corrugated iron roofs, children without anybody to care for them play in the land of the forsaken dead. As you were coming closer to the city, a long queue of the dead forms but by the time you've arrived, that line has disintegrated into the sprawling shantytown you see before you. As you approach the Gate, you notice certain a few scenes
A collection of cowled men, sketching an exquisite pattern into the dust by the roadside
An old store building, long since looted and now filled with babies, stuck at the Gates of Hell.
Passing through a collection of tents, they see a pair of angels grab a fleeing man, smashing his legs beyond repair and dragging him away
Finally, they come to the small crowd outside the Gate itself clamouring for the attention of three figures on a platform about a hundred metres away. The Gate is firmly closed, but a smaller gate set into its base is open, guarded by a half dozen glossy-feathered angels.
Aovin checks if the babies are alive or dead, and thenturns invisible, nervously looking at the gate for a few moments, before returning to the group
"Never claimed otherwise. I don't think I could stop killing if I wanted to. But that isn't the sum of who I am."
“Who are you then, Hector?”
"I'm your brother. I'm also obviously the better twin."
Caiman snorts, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”
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— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
A collection of cowled men, sketching an exquisite pattern into the dust by the roadside
An old store building, long since looted and now filled with babies, stuck at the Gates of Hell.
Passing through a collection of tents, they see a pair of angels grab a fleeing man, smashing his legs beyond repair and dragging him away
Finally, they come to the small crowd outside the Gate itself clamouring for the attention of three figures on a platform about a hundred metres away. The Gate is firmly closed, but a smaller gate set into its base is open, guarded by a half dozen glossy-feathered angels.
Caiman takes in his surroundings carefully and objectively. He raises an eyebrow at Aris’s disgusted facial expression. “We have a few options here. I suggest we approach the angels and those three… things. They seem to be in charge. Or, we could grab those ‘angels’ over there.” Caiman points to the angels dragging the man. “And interrogate them. Then take their things and impersonate them.” He turns back to the group, checking over each person. “Alloy and Aovin, try to get closer to the platform and see what those people are trying to get the attention of. Report back to me. Do not speak to anyone unless necessary- we know nothing of the locals here.”
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— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
A collection of cowled men, sketching an exquisite pattern into the dust by the roadside
An old store building, long since looted and now filled with babies, stuck at the Gates of Hell.
Passing through a collection of tents, they see a pair of angels grab a fleeing man, smashing his legs beyond repair and dragging him away
Finally, they come to the small crowd outside the Gate itself clamouring for the attention of three figures on a platform about a hundred metres away. The Gate is firmly closed, but a smaller gate set into its base is open, guarded by a half dozen glossy-feathered angels.
Caiman takes in his surroundings carefully and objectively. He raises an eyebrow at Aris’s disgusted facial expression. “We have a few options here. I suggest we approach the angels and those three… things. They seem to be in charge. Or, we could grab those ‘angels’ over there.” Caiman points to the angels dragging the man. “And interrogate them. Then take their things and impersonate them.” He turns back to the group, checking over each person. “Alloy and Aovin, try to get closer to the platform and see what those people are trying to get the attention of. Report back to me. Do not speak to anyone unless necessary- we know nothing of the locals here.”
Aris scoffs. "Year, right, a bunch of devilspawn could totally successfully disguise as angels. That would work out great." They give him two thumbs up and a phony grin. "Maybe we should see if there's another way around instead; a weak spot we can sneak through if needed."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Aris scoffs. "Year, right, a bunch of devilspawn could totally successfully disguise as angels. That would work out great." They give him two thumbs up and a phony grin. "Maybe we should see if there's another way around instead; a weak spot we can sneak through if needed."
Caiman frowns. “Some of us have the magic to do disguises. And finding a weak spot could lead us to getting lost. Heading off the path increases the chances of environmental hazards and rogue creatures.”
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— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
Aris scoffs. "Year, right, a bunch of devilspawn could totally successfully disguise as angels. That would work out great." They give him two thumbs up and a phony grin. "Maybe we should see if there's another way around instead; a weak spot we can sneak through if needed."
Caiman frowns. “Some of us have the magic to do disguises. And finding a weak spot could lead us to getting lost. Heading off the path increases the chances of environmental hazards and rogue creatures.”
"Oh. Right. Spells." They stare off into the distance, contemplating something. "Well if only some of us can disguise as angels, how will the rest of us get in? At least if we encounter any rogue creatures, we can do it together. And I can quickly program a cartography software and upload it onto Mata, for us to make maps so we don't get lost."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
A collection of cowled men, sketching an exquisite pattern into the dust by the roadside
An old store building, long since looted and now filled with babies, stuck at the Gates of Hell.
Passing through a collection of tents, they see a pair of angels grab a fleeing man, smashing his legs beyond repair and dragging him away
Finally, they come to the small crowd outside the Gate itself clamouring for the attention of three figures on a platform about a hundred metres away. The Gate is firmly closed, but a smaller gate set into its base is open, guarded by a half dozen glossy-feathered angels.
Caiman takes in his surroundings carefully and objectively. He raises an eyebrow at Aris’s disgusted facial expression. “We have a few options here. I suggest we approach the angels and those three… things. They seem to be in charge. Or, we could grab those ‘angels’ over there.” Caiman points to the angels dragging the man. “And interrogate them. Then take their things and impersonate them.” He turns back to the group, checking over each person. “Alloy and Aovin, try to get closer to the platform and see what those people are trying to get the attention of. Report back to me. Do not speak to anyone unless necessary- we know nothing of the locals here.”
Alloy nods. "I'll do my best." Alloy Wild Shapes into a rather hellish looking spider, black with a massive abdomen covered in an hourglass marking coloured like blood, and starts scuttling towards the platform.
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
Aris takes in everything around them, frowning in slight disgust at the things they see. They wait to see what their siblings do.
Zaza steps up "I am... a professional at talking to people. What are we trying to achieve? And Alloy? Stay. Back." Zaza shoots them a withering glare
Puzzle:
3 times, I have played level 20 characters. These experiences normally lead my sanity to divide as my other 4 players square up out of annoyance. In addition, 172 people polled by Eris, resident eldritch evil, say their sanity was a fifth of what is was after tracking max level combat with Solanar and Atemos. A while ago, I was rooted in fear after my character was stabbed. But the time was around 8.91 seconds before the end, and I rounded the fight out with a bang.
14 -^-
Aovin checks if the babies are alive or dead, and thenturns invisible, nervously looking at the gate for a few moments, before returning to the group
Caiman snorts, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”
— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
Caiman takes in his surroundings carefully and objectively. He raises an eyebrow at Aris’s disgusted facial expression. “We have a few options here. I suggest we approach the angels and those three… things. They seem to be in charge. Or, we could grab those ‘angels’ over there.” Caiman points to the angels dragging the man. “And interrogate them. Then take their things and impersonate them.” He turns back to the group, checking over each person. “Alloy and Aovin, try to get closer to the platform and see what those people are trying to get the attention of. Report back to me. Do not speak to anyone unless necessary- we know nothing of the locals here.”
— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
Aris scoffs. "Year, right, a bunch of devilspawn could totally successfully disguise as angels. That would work out great." They give him two thumbs up and a phony grin. "Maybe we should see if there's another way around instead; a weak spot we can sneak through if needed."
Caiman frowns. “Some of us have the magic to do disguises. And finding a weak spot could lead us to getting lost. Heading off the path increases the chances of environmental hazards and rogue creatures.”
— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
"Oh. Right. Spells." They stare off into the distance, contemplating something. "Well if only some of us can disguise as angels, how will the rest of us get in? At least if we encounter any rogue creatures, we can do it together. And I can quickly program a cartography software and upload it onto Mata, for us to make maps so we don't get lost."
Alloy nods. "I'll do my best." Alloy Wild Shapes into a rather hellish looking spider, black with a massive abdomen covered in an hourglass marking coloured like blood, and starts scuttling towards the platform.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*like, normal spider size or huge?*
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*OH SHOOT.
I FORGOT SOMETHING SUPER IMPORTANT*
Can Aris (nobody else) make a wisdom save?
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*Cool nobody notices you*
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*oh no*
Wis save 💀 12
*People only notice Alloy when they want to bully them anyway.*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Watch I guess," He says back, invisible
Insane nat 20, you get the ed Sheeran out of your head and with the 20 can also pass it onto somebody else if you wanted to
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
Aris passes it onto Caiman, regretting that Sofi wasn't there with them.
*Aedwin has never heard Ed Sheeran. Lemme roll enjoyment, where 20 is hate hate hate and 1 is inexplicably love love love 13*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!