Somewhere around that, yeah. I’m really starting to wonder....
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Yeah, if badbovine doesn’t post soon imma hafta come up with some stupid plot as to why Remeyl can’t participate in the next ark. Actually, that’s entirely doable...... so yeah, new post limit is 3 days between posts, please try and be active because this is a really fun campaign and we want more of it :)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
If there’s no post tomo we’re moving on, is this cool
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(If things get better for them, they can do a time skip post. Maybe they can be in a coma for a bit. We just can't hold up everything for a single post.)
ok, so here’s the plan. Y’all are returning to base soon in the thing, and Remeyl is gonna take some time off to have personal exploration or some bs that the gang is too tired to question, and we continue until he posts here. Aight?
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(That is being resolved in my next post, it’ll be cool)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shira, your vision disappears, and the shadows around you vanish. As you look around, the sorceress is also gone. Poppy lays on ground in a pool of his own blood, his own dagger lodged in his chest. Thris lays next you, unconscious, and her eyes are surrounded by black veins on her face. As the shadows recede farther, you see Ro, backed up against the valley wall, fur standing on end, a horrified look in her eyes. She looks around, clearly still panicked, and begins running towards you. As she meets you, she throws you into a hug, which is strange because you still only met yesterday. As she hastily pulls away, she says: “Oh, I’m so glad that you guys are still alive. I thought... I thought...” she then stops talking, obviously being to emotional. She almost begins crying, before stopping as though realizing something. “Where’s Remy?” She asks. As you look around you realize that Remeyl is nowhere to be seen....
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shira, your vision disappears, and the shadows around you vanish. As you look around, the sorceress is also gone. Poppy lays on ground in a pool of his own blood, his own dagger lodged in his chest. Thris lays next you, unconscious, and her eyes are surrounded by black veins on her face. As the shadows recede farther, you see Ro, backed up against the valley wall, fur standing on end, a horrified look in her eyes. She looks around, clearly still panicked, and begins running towards you. As she meets you, she throws you into a hug, which is strange because you still only met yesterday. As she hastily pulls away, she says: “Oh, I’m so glad that you guys are still alive. I thought... I thought...” she then stops talking, obviously being to emotional. She almost begins crying, before stopping as though realizing something. “Where’s Remy?” She asks. As you look around you realize that Remeyl is nowhere to be seen....
I think you got Shira and Thris mixed up, but hey the mighty gods of D&D have come to my side
IC: what the hell was that about, you guys told me this was going to be a quick shot at a Coalition camp, not a sacrificial mission to take out a crazy shadow lady. (calms down) wait what the hell is going on with Poppy?
OOC: Shira then runs over to Poppy and casts cure wounds, giving 10 HP, and calls for the others to help.
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”How was I Supposed to know that the most powerful sorceress in the coalition was going to be there!” Ro says, obviously still frazzled as she runs over to you.
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Thris dreams of the terrible visions he had, dreams of being turned into a female. And dreams of a unit with at least a basic understanding of military doctrine.
(One of those dreams is more realistic than the other)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Poppy laying still as a corpse, his dagger in his chest as blood slowly leak from his wound and down his expensive shirt. His chest fails to rise, his face still a look of peace as he lays on the ground. As the healing magic surges through him, the dagger slowly pushes out. The wound healing some but still a hole in him, weakly his eyes open and looks up at Shira. "Well shit, I guess I am still here. If this was Hell, it would be Thirsty Thris here. Heaven would be ravishing Ro with silk ropes." Struggling to sit up, and looking around. "We need to retreat now, I don't know about you but I can't keep going much longer." Using his bow as a walking stick to push himself to his knees, "Poppy's Paramount Pariah Posse, Retreat!"
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(How long has it been since we paused? A week?)
Somewhere around that, yeah. I’m really starting to wonder....
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(This is a fun campaign but, honestly, it drags. I'm sorry but would it be possible to put in a time limit...something like 3 days)
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Yeah, if badbovine doesn’t post soon imma hafta come up with some stupid plot as to why Remeyl can’t participate in the next ark. Actually, that’s entirely doable...... so yeah, new post limit is 3 days between posts, please try and be active because this is a really fun campaign and we want more of it :)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(I try to check the rp multiple times a day, and ponder the reply so I can post as soon as possible. I get excited for it, just long pauses hurts.)
Agreed
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I’m in
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
If there’s no post tomo we’re moving on, is this cool
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(If things get better for them, they can do a time skip post. Maybe they can be in a coma for a bit. We just can't hold up everything for a single post.)
I agree, BadBovine has been active elsewhere
Head Sorcerer and creator of the worshippers of Levi Rocks
(You are right! What a jerk!)
ok, so here’s the plan. Y’all are returning to base soon in the thing, and Remeyl is gonna take some time off to have personal exploration or some bs that the gang is too tired to question, and we continue until he posts here. Aight?
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(Sure, but what about the darkness thing and the lady of the mind-*******?)
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(That is being resolved in my next post, it’ll be cool)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(Word picture time!)
Shira, your vision disappears, and the shadows around you vanish. As you look around, the sorceress is also gone. Poppy lays on ground in a pool of his own blood, his own dagger lodged in his chest. Thris lays next you, unconscious, and her eyes are surrounded by black veins on her face. As the shadows recede farther, you see Ro, backed up against the valley wall, fur standing on end, a horrified look in her eyes. She looks around, clearly still panicked, and begins running towards you. As she meets you, she throws you into a hug, which is strange because you still only met yesterday. As she hastily pulls away, she says: “Oh, I’m so glad that you guys are still alive. I thought... I thought...” she then stops talking, obviously being to emotional. She almost begins crying, before stopping as though realizing something. “Where’s Remy?” She asks. As you look around you realize that Remeyl is nowhere to be seen....
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I think you got Shira and Thris mixed up, but hey the mighty gods of D&D have come to my side
IC: what the hell was that about, you guys told me this was going to be a quick shot at a Coalition camp, not a sacrificial mission to take out a crazy shadow lady. (calms down) wait what the hell is going on with Poppy?
OOC: Shira then runs over to Poppy and casts cure wounds, giving 10 HP, and calls for the others to help.
Head Sorcerer and creator of the worshippers of Levi Rocks
(I checked I did not!)
”How was I Supposed to know that the most powerful sorceress in the coalition was going to be there!” Ro says, obviously still frazzled as she runs over to you.
poppy is now awake again.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Thris dreams of the terrible visions he had, dreams of being turned into a female. And dreams of a unit with at least a basic understanding of military doctrine.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(One of those dreams is more realistic than the other)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Poppy laying still as a corpse, his dagger in his chest as blood slowly leak from his wound and down his expensive shirt. His chest fails to rise, his face still a look of peace as he lays on the ground. As the healing magic surges through him, the dagger slowly pushes out. The wound healing some but still a hole in him, weakly his eyes open and looks up at Shira. "Well shit, I guess I am still here. If this was Hell, it would be Thirsty Thris here. Heaven would be ravishing Ro with silk ropes." Struggling to sit up, and looking around. "We need to retreat now, I don't know about you but I can't keep going much longer." Using his bow as a walking stick to push himself to his knees, "Poppy's Paramount Pariah Posse, Retreat!"