“The most annoying thing is you don’t know one from the other until it is too late… My home I guess is a plane away and just a step outside at the same time. Not that I want to go back.”
“Both. The whole place was besieged by zombie hordes. The darklord was cursed to fight a war that she could never win, with her pride preventing her from accepting the future… it was the lack of food for me that drove me to wonder the mists, and I would say Ulgar did a good job getting me out… so other then teleporting, what can you do?”
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“Both. The whole place was besieged by zombie hordes. The darklord was cursed to fight a war that she could never win, with her pride preventing her from accepting the future… it was the lack of food for me that drove me to wonder the mists, and I would say Ulgar did a good job getting me out… so other then teleporting, what can you do?”
"A couple other tricks. I can jump twice as high as the average person, i regenerate, some small summons, a type of possession, and a bit more."
A dread wind gathers on the horizon. The end times were coming. And even the Law was powerless to prevent it. Then the vision ends.
*Everyone in the tavern sees this.
It's dead. Completely. I have PbPs that are busier than this.*
Lysander chuckles and mutters something to itself
Meroving hopes that it won't come to pass
The changeling thinks a bit about it but shifts to elf and stops thinking about ti
A second vision. Just a flash, but enough to make out a young elf painter with blue hair like the end of a paintbrush at his easel, a woman dressed all in green with brilliant emerald eyes leaving over his shoulder to inspect the work.
The clicker stands at this one. It mutters something and disappears through a doorway of darkness - different than its normal circles of sand.
A dread wind gathers on the horizon. The end times were coming. And even the Law was powerless to prevent it. Then the vision ends.
*Everyone in the tavern sees this.
It's dead. Completely. I have PbPs that are busier than this.*
Lysander chuckles and mutters something to itself
Meroving hopes that it won't come to pass
The changeling thinks a bit about it but shifts to elf and stops thinking about ti
A second vision. Just a flash, but enough to make out a young elf painter with blue hair like the end of a paintbrush at his easel, a woman dressed all in green with brilliant emerald eyes leaving over his shoulder to inspect the work.
A dread wind gathers on the horizon. The end times were coming. And even the Law was powerless to prevent it. Then the vision ends.
*Everyone in the tavern sees this.
It's dead. Completely. I have PbPs that are busier than this.*
Lysander chuckles and mutters something to itself
Meroving hopes that it won't come to pass
The changeling thinks a bit about it but shifts to elf and stops thinking about ti
A second vision. Just a flash, but enough to make out a young elf painter with blue hair like the end of a paintbrush at his easel, a woman dressed all in green with brilliant emerald eyes leaving over his shoulder to inspect the work.
A dread wind gathers on the horizon. The end times were coming. And even the Law was powerless to prevent it. Then the vision ends.
*Everyone in the tavern sees this.
It's dead. Completely. I have PbPs that are busier than this.*
Lysander chuckles and mutters something to itself
Meroving hopes that it won't come to pass
The changeling thinks a bit about it but shifts to elf and stops thinking about ti
A second vision. Just a flash, but enough to make out a young elf painter with blue hair like the end of a paintbrush at his easel, a woman dressed all in green with brilliant emerald eyes leaving over his shoulder to inspect the work.
A dread wind gathers on the horizon. The end times were coming. And even the Law was powerless to prevent it. Then the vision ends.
*Everyone in the tavern sees this.
It's dead. Completely. I have PbPs that are busier than this.*
Lysander chuckles and mutters something to itself
Meroving hopes that it won't come to pass
The changeling thinks a bit about it but shifts to elf and stops thinking about ti
A second vision. Just a flash, but enough to make out a young elf painter with blue hair like the end of a paintbrush at his easel, a woman dressed all in green with brilliant emerald eyes leaving over his shoulder to inspect the work.
Grey gets Painter PTSD.
*Rill. Anyone remember that guy?*
*Yes. He traumatised Obadiah.*
*With that painting? Or was it something else?*
*The painting.*
Talitha shrugs. She grew up on Krynn, plus kender don’t chemically feel fear except under really rare circumstances. She’s seen the end times before, or close to it. No big deal. She did not like that painting though.
Amber runs upstairs to talk to someone on her sending stone.
Lyra and Leander aren’t there.
Elayne, who is a representative of the Law, kneels down in the garden to pray to her god.
"I wouldn't want to either if that was my home."
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“There wasn’t much… food there and Falkovnia has probably fallen by now, although general Drakov has come back from worse.”
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"Do you mean food like i would eat, or the food you have to eat?"
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“Both. The whole place was besieged by zombie hordes. The darklord was cursed to fight a war that she could never win, with her pride preventing her from accepting the future… it was the lack of food for me that drove me to wonder the mists, and I would say Ulgar did a good job getting me out… so other then teleporting, what can you do?”
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"A couple other tricks. I can jump twice as high as the average person, i regenerate, some small summons, a type of possession, and a bit more."
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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“Quite the bundle of tricks… mind if I feed once more and then we retire? I don’t have to sleep but keeping a rest schedule helps to bring order.”
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"Sure, go ahead. I don't really feel it anyways."
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“Peculiar.”
Lazarus slashes Lurke again, yada yada hit point max reduced…
Lazarus’ eye turn pitch black, then green, his skin gains a more peach coloration, and his hair turns brown “I feel complete…” he whispers.
After a split second, it all comes crashing down, with Lazarus returning to his regular form
”And the hunger is back… thank you for your troubles.” Lazarus says as he pays Lurke a sliver coin and retires to the library
*decided to flesh out Lazarus feeding*
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*Night!!! Sleep well!!!!*
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*don’t let the 1d6 swarms of bed bugs bite*
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*Distance across America at widest point :)*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
The clicker stands at this one. It mutters something and disappears through a doorway of darkness - different than its normal circles of sand.
Crest is confused, but has no other reaction.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Yes. He traumatised Obadiah.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*I’m confused.. Was I meant to see something about this?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Oh, ok. That makes sense.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Recap?*
Obadiah is still [REDACTED].
The clicker is convening the Inquisition.
Crest is reading.
Forlorn is having breakfast.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*With that painting? Or was it something else?*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*The painting.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Talitha shrugs. She grew up on Krynn, plus kender don’t chemically feel fear except under really rare circumstances. She’s seen the end times before, or close to it. No big deal. She did not like that painting though.
Amber runs upstairs to talk to someone on her sending stone.
Lyra and Leander aren’t there.
Elayne, who is a representative of the Law, kneels down in the garden to pray to her god.
Steph is doing sit ups in the corner of the room. She's gone beetroot red from the exertion.
Arty is on a walk with Tear.
David is doing chicken maintenance.
Stephanie is off to go buy flour and will be back soon.
Chilling kinda vibe.