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?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
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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.
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
Meroving to the man
Hello, what is your name
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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.
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
After a few hours, a new body materializes. Surprise, it's Ettor, dressed in his usual clothes, without any visible wounds on him. He gets up and yawns, stretches a little bit, and walks over to the mans' tent. He doesn't bother being stealthy, and he actually tries to be loud enough to wake the man.
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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.
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
After a few hours, a new body materializes. Surprise, it's Ettor, dressed in his usual clothes, without any visible wounds on him. He gets up and yawns, stretches a little bit, and walks over to the mans' tent. He doesn't bother being stealthy, and he actually tries to be loud enough to wake the man.
They look out and sigh. “You weren’t lying. Unfortunately. Don’t try and steal my staff again.”
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?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
After a few hours, a new body materializes. Surprise, it's Ettor, dressed in his usual clothes, without any visible wounds on him. He gets up and yawns, stretches a little bit, and walks over to the mans' tent. He doesn't bother being stealthy, and he actually tries to be loud enough to wake the man.
They look out and sigh. “You weren’t lying. Unfortunately. Don’t try and steal my staff again.”
"It was a good joke, been a while since my body was burned." He stretches a bit more. "Actually, it was kinda refreshing. Like a big nap."
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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.
*You okay with time-skipping a few hours?*
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
After a few hours, a new body materializes. Surprise, it's Ettor, dressed in his usual clothes, without any visible wounds on him. He gets up and yawns, stretches a little bit, and walks over to the mans' tent. He doesn't bother being stealthy, and he actually tries to be loud enough to wake the man.
They look out and sigh. “You weren’t lying. Unfortunately. Don’t try and steal my staff again.”
"It was a good joke, been a while since my body was burned." He stretches a bit more. "Actually, it was kinda refreshing. Like a big nap."
*Its not showing anything for me, what PM do you mean?*
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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
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*Help with impact one*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sure. They cook and eat the rabbits and clean the ground around the tent, before going to sleep. They burned the body and the sack and used burning leaves to remove any blood left over.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Whoevers downstairs, I could use passives*
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)
Meroving to the man
Hello, what is your name
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lazarus: 17
Lysander: 18
Clovis: 10
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Guessing perception.*
Azrail:17
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
After a few hours, a new body materializes. Surprise, it's Ettor, dressed in his usual clothes, without any visible wounds on him. He gets up and yawns, stretches a little bit, and walks over to the mans' tent. He doesn't bother being stealthy, and he actually tries to be loud enough to wake the man.
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.
*Crest’s is 17.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
They look out and sigh. “You weren’t lying. Unfortunately. Don’t try and steal my staff again.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Nerima (who has gone back after getting her staff): 19
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*Wow, I haven't posted on here in days. That's a personal record. MUST RP!*
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*Done. Thanks,*
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
*LEGOLAS!!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!*
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
*WB!*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"It was a good joke, been a while since my body was burned." He stretches a bit more. "Actually, it was kinda refreshing. Like a big nap."
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.
*Obadiah is still missing by the way.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Hai, welcome back!*
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“Uh-huh.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Solanar walks in "Anyone seen Obadiah?"
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Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
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