He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
Brand was in a tree, he wore a neon blue and black hoodie, his face was covered by a black mask a neon blue X on the front.
Kelipso was in the forest, hunting for berries and such.
*if brand was in a tree, where is he now?*
*is in the the tree, sorry Grammer *
He is in the tree
Lazarus plans to go to him, once he is done talking with gravedigger
The Brand was humming while flipping a butterfly knife
No flask can keep it Bubble up and cut right through But you're someone I believe in You heat me like a filament Anytime you're in the room But you burned me and I'm smoking
I just wanted you to watch me dissolve, slowly In a pool full of your love But I don't even know how the chemistry works When you're poolside Kicking in the dirt, kicking in the sand And stirring up trouble
Lazarus walks over, humming a song.
She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet 'Let them eat cake,' she says Just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy At anytime an invitation You can't decline
Caviar and cigarettes Well versed in etiquette Extraordinarily nice
She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime
Recommended at the price Insatiable an appetite Wanna try?
To avoid complications She never kept the same address In conversation She spoke just like a baroness Met a man from China Went down to Geisha Minah Then again incidentally If you're that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally) For cars she couldn't care less Fastidious and precise
She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime
Drop of a hat she's as willing as Playful as a ***** cat Then momentarily out of action Temporarily out of gas To absolutely drive you wild, wild She's out to get you
She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime
Recommended at the price Insatiable an appetite Wanna try? You wanna try
"How is it going?"
he looks down and smiles "good so far" he takes off his mask and sets it down.
"Got a new mask?"
"yep!" He said, he smiled "no idea where, just found it "
"Cool." Lazarus casts detect magic on it
"Any special properties?"
he shrugs,
the masks Neon blue x seems to glimmer, like water ripples
"That's a lot better. So, why have stuck around, other than your friends?"
*why have what stick around?*
???
*Sorry, I meant, "why have you."*
*Typos, the bane of writers existences*
"This place is strangely welcoming, which helps with my curse. Also, it definitely beets being chased by mobs lead by zealous Priests."
"I would agree with that. I know the experience."
"Well can't you just shapeshift? The lack of warmth, pale skin, and blood eyes are a give away for me."
"They usually chase me after I'm done with my job."
"I see.. also those clerics always have spells to get around illusion and shapeshifting... I can't feed on the unwilling, so I don't have that many, although they always surprise you. Ulgar usually riles them up."
"You can't feed on people who aren't willing?"
"Yes, only willing subjects."
"How have you not run out?"
"You find people who will do it for coin. I only NEED to feed every century, although I would love to do it all the time."
"I might be able to help you."
"With lifting the curse or me wanting feed right now?"
*I responded to this already.*
"Probably more of the second."
"And what do you want in return?"
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
After about thirty seconds or so, he hears a whistling noise.
He attempts to look for the source. If he cant see it, he leans to move towards it a bit
It seems to be coming from below him.
He waits to be a bit closer, he starts considering flying a bit to slow the fall
The whistling grows louder.
WHts the source of the whistling sound?
Fly!
Alright He does so
Are you okay?
Yes, Im fine. Is the whistling dangerous? Or does it just mean I was a bit close to hitting the ground?
The second one. Float down very slowly.
He does so, at about 10 ft speed
It takes him three seconds to reach the ground, which is made of a deep black earth.
He looks around slowly, feeling around a bit
All he can really see is strands of grass. Tell me when you've reached the ground.
(I have I was only around 5 feet up)
It's good you flew when you did, then.
(Agreed... Normally a fall wouldn't kill me, but after a teleport...)
I'm going to yell loudly. Don't panic, just move in that direction.
(Alright) he closes his eyes and listens carefully
He hears a faint scream coming from his left.
He begins walking quickly in that direction, keeping his senses open
He bumps into Sarana. (There you are.)
Yeah.. Sorry about that. I should have gone a bit slower... Are you hurt?
(I'm fine. Follow me.) She begins walking.
He follows,listening to the footsteps, and staying close
After a few minutes, she stops. In front of them is a clearing in the grass, an inky black portal covering the ground.
He stops, and observes the portal, looking to see if it appears moving, swirling, or anything like that
It seems to be rippling calmly.
"This is an interesting portal... A calm darkness..."
"The place is on the other side."
He nods, focuses to heal a bit "Im ready to go through when you are"
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
“This will hurt significantly. And there is a way to vanquish everything. Put my staff down.”
"That's a lot better. So, why have stuck around, other than your friends?"
*why have what stick around?*
???
*Sorry, I meant, "why have you."*
*Typos, the bane of writers existences*
"This place is strangely welcoming, which helps with my curse. Also, it definitely beets being chased by mobs lead by zealous Priests."
"I would agree with that. I know the experience."
"Well can't you just shapeshift? The lack of warmth, pale skin, and blood eyes are a give away for me."
"They usually chase me after I'm done with my job."
"I see.. also those clerics always have spells to get around illusion and shapeshifting... I can't feed on the unwilling, so I don't have that many, although they always surprise you. Ulgar usually riles them up."
"You can't feed on people who aren't willing?"
"Yes, only willing subjects."
"How have you not run out?"
"You find people who will do it for coin. I only NEED to feed every century, although I would love to do it all the time."
"I might be able to help you."
"With lifting the curse or me wanting feed right now?"
Gravedigger looks over "I can cure you"
“Or vampirism? Could you make it temporary? I… I have lives hundreds of years like this, it would nice to have a change of pace but I don’t know if I would want to go back to being alive all the time.”
"Sure"
“Okay… so um… do you cast wish or something?”
*No, POWERCREEP and RP ruining. Could you respond to my post?*
*Which is why I only want him to be cured for a day, I want to keep Lazarus a vampire*
*Okay, yeah, I just didn't want the RP between him and Sarana to be totally ruined. Could you please respond to my post? Thanks.*
*Ghost thinks for a second. 'Why would Lazarus not being a vampire ruin RP with Sarana?' He say inquisitively*
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
*21.*
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
*21.*
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
*21.*
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
*Poor him.*
BA: Steady Aim
Three attacks:
Attack: 17 Damage: 32
Attack: 30 Damage: 29
Attack: 25 Damage: 31
He lets the attacks hit him, and his body collapses to the ground, a bloody mess from the bullets. His hand is still tightly gripping the staff.
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
*21.*
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
*Poor him.*
BA: Steady Aim
Three attacks:
Attack: 17 Damage: 32
Attack: 30 Damage: 29
Attack: 25 Damage: 31
He lets the attacks hit him, and his body collapses to the ground, a bloody mess from the bullets. His hand is still tightly gripping the staff.
They reload the shotgun and retrieve the staff, before getting a sack out of their tent and putting Ettor’s body in it.
He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
“It’ll hurt.” The person behind him is around 5’10 tall, hooded, with pale grey skin and eyes, and no eyebrows. Their clothes are tattered and travelstained, and they carry a brace of rabbits over one shoulder.
He shrugs. "Can't be any worse than having an elder god come outta you."
“No. Not that bad. But comparable.”
"So, what would it do if I touched it?"
“Put a lightning bolt through you.”
"Sounds fun. If I die, just wait for about a day." He reaches for the staff and grabs it tightly.
Make a constitution saving throw.
16
Fail. He takes 39 lightning damage and is stunned for one minute as immense pain ricochets around his body, feeling like thousands of tiny needles stabbing into his body.
After the minute is up, he takes the staff out of the ground. *He has 39 hp left.*
*Meroving grants lightning immunity*
*I didn't know that Ettor still had Meroving.*
*Eh, I have more then three characters, how about meroving is in active, and ettor has it... Is that okay, redpelt?*
*Yes. That’s fine.* The grey-skinned person frowns. “Put my staff down, thank you very much.”
"Nah, I like it." He waves it around a bit.
They put the rabbits down. “Put my staff down. Now.”
"Or what? Gonna kill me?" He chuckles and levitates a few feet into the air above the man.
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
"Too bad, I'm can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
*21.*
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
*Poor him.*
BA: Steady Aim
Three attacks:
Attack: 17 Damage: 32
Attack: 30 Damage: 29
Attack: 25 Damage: 31
He lets the attacks hit him, and his body collapses to the ground, a bloody mess from the bullets. His hand is still tightly gripping the staff.
They reload the shotgun and retrieve the staff, before getting a sack out of their tent and putting Ettor’s body in it.
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
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*"kelipso smiles" = kelipso is wondering why jason is drunk and feels bad from yesterday*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They pull out a shotgun from beneath their tattered cloak and point it at him. “Yes.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, transmutation*
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*gtg*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And what do you want in return?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Kel, you're fine. It was an accident."
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
"Too bad, I can't die." He points a finger at the man. *Make a con save*
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*8.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He nods, focuses to heal a bit "Im ready to go through when you are"
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!
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“This will hurt significantly. And there is a way to vanquish everything. Put my staff down.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*bye!!!! Hope you come back later!*
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
*Ghost thinks for a second. 'Why would Lazarus not being a vampire ruin RP with Sarana?' He say inquisitively*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Dang it*
After seeing the man is not blind, he sighs. "Well, go ahead, shoot me, I'll just come back, more annoying than before." *This guy is the pure definition of chaotic.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Alaric, check pms*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Poor him.*
BA: Steady Aim
Three attacks:
Attack: 19 Damage: 35
Attack: 24 Damage: 25
Attack: 30 Damage: 33
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He lets the attacks hit him, and his body collapses to the ground, a bloody mess from the bullets. His hand is still tightly gripping the staff.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
They reload the shotgun and retrieve the staff, before getting a sack out of their tent and putting Ettor’s body in it.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Ok,*
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
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*thanks*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now