“I’m not sure, he (what ever happens in canon when people get off)”
"Hm... Strange. What have you been doing today?"
“The usual (I don’t know), how have you been doing?”
"Pretty alright. Nothings gone wrong"
“good to hear. Anything interesting happen in here?”
"Some ferret shapeshifter tried to get a kobold to join the mafia"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
“I’m not sure, he (what ever happens in canon when people get off)”
"Hm... Strange. What have you been doing today?"
“The usual (I don’t know), how have you been doing?”
"Pretty alright. Nothings gone wrong"
“good to hear. Anything interesting happen in here?”
"Some ferret shapeshifter tried to get a kobold to join the mafia"
“….”
”I thought nothing would surprise me after living here”
"Yeah, it was strange"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
(This is Orion’s connection with impulse? Also more paragraphs so it’s not a word block would make it more readable but other then that it seems very good. Very well written)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
*Interesting. I'll probably post a cutscene soon.*
“I’m not sure, he (what ever happens in canon when people get off)”
"Hm... Strange. What have you been doing today?"
“The usual (I don’t know), how have you been doing?”
"Pretty alright. Nothings gone wrong"
“good to hear. Anything interesting happen in here?”
"Some ferret shapeshifter tried to get a kobold to join the mafia"
“….”
”I thought nothing would surprise me after living here”
"Yeah, it was strange"
“Was that the ferret that offered me powers a few days ago?”
"Wha was their name?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
(This is Orion’s connection with impulse? Also more paragraphs so it’s not a word block would make it more readable but other then that it seems very good. Very well written)
*Yep. This was what i've had planned for impact since i created him.*
"Some ferret shapeshifter tried to get a kobold to join the mafia"
“….”
”I thought nothing would surprise me after living here”
"Yeah, it was strange"
“Was that the ferret that offered me powers a few days ago?”
"Wha was their name?"
“he didn’t say but there can’t be more then one talking ferret here right?”
"Thats a fair point..."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RECAP FOR THE LAST WEEK, PLEASE???????????????????????????????????????????*
*Hi!! Chaos, band, and death.*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
“Was that the ferret that offered me powers a few days ago?”
"Wha was their name?"
“he didn’t say but there can’t be more then one talking ferret here right?”
"Thats a fair point..."
“the only Consistency about the tavern is that every one is unique”
"I doubt that... Theres probably at least 1 pair of very similar people"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
(This is Orion’s connection with impulse? Also more paragraphs so it’s not a word block would make it more readable but other then that it seems very good. Very well written)
*Yep. This was what i've had planned for impact since i created him.*
(Wait what was that time when impulse and Orion existed at the same time. am I just misremembering things?)
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
(This is Orion’s connection with impulse? Also more paragraphs so it’s not a word block would make it more readable but other then that it seems very good. Very well written)
*Yep. This was what i've had planned for impact since i created him.*
(Wait what was that time when impulse and Orion existed at the same time. am I just misremembering things?)
*Before orion died permanently. You can have a body without having a soul after all*
"Some ferret shapeshifter tried to get a kobold to join the mafia"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“….”
”I thought nothing would surprise me after living here”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Hey. I've been working on this cutscene for a few months, and i think i've finally finished it. I hope you all like it, if you have any problems or questions, you can tell/ask me.*
He was curled up in a corner. His head was clutched in his hands, a blood curdling scream constantly filling the air. He had been screaming like that for about an hour or so. When you don’t have lungs, it's pretty easy. He didn’t know why, but memories were flooding his mind. He didn’t know who they belonged to. They certainly weren’t his, were they? He couldn’t tell, but they were horrific. Flames licking at his… skin? The screams, the pain, the visions. They all attacked his mind, like a mental carpet bombing. He saw and heard it all. An angel, blood, screaming, a pair of shears, blood, disgusted looks, blood, a tiefling, blood, a demon, blood, an explosion. blood, blood, blood, his hands were stained with it. Demons surrounding him, being chained up, torture, his blood spilling onto the floor. The visions got worse and worse, nightmarish sights and sounds. He continued to scream, his non-existent vocal cords tearing. A hyena, pain, blood, yelling, fire. He saw a tiefling with swirling skin, he handed them a silver mirror and a sketch pad. He felt the cold floor of a cell, the weight of a revolver in his hand. The deafening bang as everything went dark. His screams went on for a few more minutes, before he fell silent. His labored breathing filled the air around him, the only noise for a while. He had thrown up 5 times in the span of those visions. What type of hell was he in? Who was he? Who had created him? Why would they give him this soul, these memories? “I did.” a voice in front of him said. He looked up, a human standing before him. His skin was pale, some sections covered in golden scales. His eyes were the same golden color. The same color as his. The human set a small case in front of him, “I need you to do things for me. I can’t make sure you do it, but please. Think of it as my dying wish.” They grab him by the shoulders, “Find our family, apologize. You can’t make the same mistakes I did. I want you to have the fresh start I wanted before I became… this.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Apologize to them all, ok?” He asks, as flames start to cover him. As he burned he continued to speak, “You have my soul, you have my mind, but you don’t have my mistakes. That was the best I could give you. You won’t have my body, so they won’t treat you as if they've treated me.” He smiles, “I deserve my fate, but you can have your own.” Flames rise from the ground as he disappears, enveloping the rest of him. W-was that a hallucination? He had no idea, since this place could be doing anything to him. He stood up, tapping the box with his foot. He looked down, picking up the box. Guess it wasn’t a hallucination. He opens the box, a list of names and a small ring inside. He looks at the list, some names he recognises, and some that seem familiar. He coughed, starting to walk. His entire body hurts.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Yeah, it was strange"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
(This is Orion’s connection with impulse? Also more paragraphs so it’s not a word block would make it more readable but other then that it seems very good. Very well written)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Interesting. I'll probably post a cutscene soon.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
“Was that the ferret that offered me powers a few days ago?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"Wha was their name?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“he didn’t say but there can’t be more then one talking ferret here right?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Wrong. So wrong.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Yep. This was what i've had planned for impact since i created him.*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Thats a fair point..."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RECAP FOR THE LAST WEEK, PLEASE???????????????????????????????????????????*
Hi!!!! My pronouns are She/They!
Picture a halfling riding a flumph and be happy!!!!!
:)
*Hi!! Chaos, band, and death.*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“Great another voice in my head, who might this one be”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
“the only Consistency about the tavern is that every one is unique”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"I doubt that... Theres probably at least 1 pair of very similar people"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
(Wait what was that time when impulse and Orion existed at the same time. am I just misremembering things?)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
“And that would make them unique compared to everyone else”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Before orion died permanently. You can have a body without having a soul after all*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND