Okay, just wanted to check. Thanks for making him. If you are the mom, I guess I am the dad… wait, can’t you change gender?
*Actually no, may introduce her to some of his characters*
"Yeah, i can. And you're more like the person who adopted them."
I can see that… want to show me? If it is not too much to ask
She nods, her normal maid outfit turning into a pair of shorts and a hoodie. She closes her eyes and focusses, and after a bit her features start shifting. After a change (Which i am not skilled enough to describe) he is now male version of bunker
Nice. So is it just a matter of preference that you stay male?
"Well, yeah. I just feel more comfortable female." He says, shifting back, "Maybe its weird..."
No it is not… maybe you should talk to the succubus, they can change genders as well right?
"Can they? I think they can shapeshift, but there are male and females."
Same specie. Some of them like to be females so succubus while others are males so incubus
"Oh, thts true. But can they change like mine can? I guess i'll need to ask sarana some time"
"So what? What you do now is only making it worse. You using some minion of yours to watch me, or just watching me without me knowing? Its just..... wierd." Caleb says quietly
Then I won’t. If Chester comes near you, or any of my clerics, I will take away there powers. I will leave and never trouble you. It is just that… I don’t know what to do. If I try to help, who say it will work… I will just hurt you again
Caleb grabs ben's shoulder, almost screaming, "STOP TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING!" He lets go, "It only causes someone pain. Sometimes you just don't need to be the one to fix things."
Okay… I will… Ben feels like he is going to ask a question but decides against it. So…
"So?"
I am fine with doing what you want to do
"You can go do whatever ben,"
In that case, bye. If you need me, you know how to get a hold of me. Also… sorry
"its fine ben,"
He returns to his drawing
It isn’t… and thanks to me it never will be… may I… nevermind. Ben prepares to teleport away
Caleb shrugs, folding the blueprint and placing it in a envelope.
Ben teleports away, debating whether to ask what the blueprint is for
Caleb tapes the envelope, and sets it next to him.
Okay, just wanted to check. Thanks for making him. If you are the mom, I guess I am the dad… wait, can’t you change gender?
*Actually no, may introduce her to some of his characters*
"Yeah, i can. And you're more like the person who adopted them."
I can see that… want to show me? If it is not too much to ask
She nods, her normal maid outfit turning into a pair of shorts and a hoodie. She closes her eyes and focusses, and after a bit her features start shifting. After a change (Which i am not skilled enough to describe) he is now male version of bunker
Nice. So is it just a matter of preference that you stay male?
"Well, yeah. I just feel more comfortable female." He says, shifting back, "Maybe its weird..."
No it is not… maybe you should talk to the succubus, they can change genders as well right?
"Can they? I think they can shapeshift, but there are male and females."
Same specie. Some of them like to be females so succubus while others are males so incubus
"Oh, thts true. But can they change like mine can? I guess i'll need to ask sarana some time"
Sure. So…
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Okay, just wanted to check. Thanks for making him. If you are the mom, I guess I am the dad… wait, can’t you change gender?
*Actually no, may introduce her to some of his characters*
"Yeah, i can. And you're more like the person who adopted them."
I can see that… want to show me? If it is not too much to ask
She nods, her normal maid outfit turning into a pair of shorts and a hoodie. She closes her eyes and focusses, and after a bit her features start shifting. After a change (Which i am not skilled enough to describe) he is now male version of bunker
Nice. So is it just a matter of preference that you stay male?
"Well, yeah. I just feel more comfortable female." He says, shifting back, "Maybe its weird..."
No it is not… maybe you should talk to the succubus, they can change genders as well right?
"Can they? I think they can shapeshift, but there are male and females."
Same specie. Some of them like to be females so succubus while others are males so incubus
"Oh, thts true. But can they change like mine can? I guess i'll need to ask sarana some time"
Sure. So…
Bunker smiles before returning to her normal outfit
Breathing. Breathing. Keep breathing - in through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the - Obadiah hisses through his teeth as the bandage is tightened, turning to glare. “Do you mind? You’re meant to be helping, not cutting me in half.” The attendant takes no notice of him. Irritated,Obadiah glances down at the wound in his side, clearly visible even under the dressing by the large bloodstain which even now was slowly spreading. He shifts in his seat, wincing as the gash pulls his attention from his thoughts once more. Trying to focus, Obadiah manages to slip back into a state of semi-awareness to pass the time, his thoughts finally uninterrupted. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. When the attendant finishes, after more than an hour, Obadiah swings himself out of the chair and pads out into the corridor, the plush carpets allowing his bare feet to make no sound as he moves quickly toward his own room. He opens the door, silently once again, and retrieves his shirt from the bed, slipping it on even as he exits the room once more. Creeping down the stairs, careful to keep close to the dark, panelled walls to minimise creaking, he reaches the back door safely, his feet cooling rapidly on the stone flags. Pulling his jacket from the rack and his boots and socks from the floor, he steps outside, breath pluming white in in the night air. Free of the stale air that lingers in the near-empty house, he sprints down the tiled path, leaping the flowerbeds.
Unable to contain his smiling, Obadiah runs as far as he can, pausing for breath only after nearly half an hour, when the air started to burn his throat and his breaths were coming in desperate gasps. Leaning against a nearby tree, he lifts his shirt and jacket to examine his injury, poking it and prodding it despite the discomfort it causes, and watching the red blood leak out onto his redder skin.
Rubbing the top of his head, Obadiah settles down to wait.
After an hour his smile has faded. After two he’s pacing back and forth in front of the tree. After three, there’s nearly no light at all, and Obadiah is glancing restlessly around. After four, he’s collapsed, unconscious, blood staining the green grass and evening dew.
After nine, he is placed in his bed.
When Obadiah wakes, sunlight is streaming in through the open windows. His wound has been cleaned and freshly dressed, as has he. Cautiously, he creeps out of bed and tries the door. Locked. The windows? Barred, as usual. No chimney. The plank floor sealed, and leading to the locked study. The rafters allowed to dry rot. His bed nailed to the floor. No furniture. Obadiah sits back down, frustrated and furious with himself. Eventually, when he is lightheaded of thirst and hunger, the door opens, and the attendant comes in with a bowl of broth and leaves. Obadiah drinks it immediately, caring nothing for the heat that burns his throat. After, he sits back down and sinks back to semi-awareness. The next day, the first doctor arrived.
Shes just depressed and crying... She caught on...
Get... get my what?
Make it seem like you let her go, and then grab her neck from behind.
... Nothing... Nevermind... Go to sleep.. Youll be out when you awaken
Alright... Ill try....
I... I don't want to.
It will work. Trust me.
(I wont do anything... You cant get out of the pit without help... I need you asleep for me to help you, unless you want to do it his way)
(Thank you...)
I... I can't.
(Why?)
I can't fall asleep.
(... Why cant you? Can I help?)
I... I don't want to.
(Why? I cant get you out if you dont sleep... Itll only be 5 minutes...)
I can't... I can't just fall asleep. My body doesn't work like that.
(Do you need something specific? Music? Perhaps that Kane guy?)
No... I... He's not really here.
(... What do you need to sleep?)
I... I don't know. I need to be tired.
(Alright!! I have tge perfect thing!!) The area at the pit bottom morphs, becoming a giant treadmill, pushing towards spikes
Astara lets it move her towards the spikes. Thank... thank you.
(No!! The spikes arent meant for that!!) They shrink to look like theyll just hurt a little, not kill (Use the treadmill!! Get tired!! Run!!!)
I... I don't want to.
Why?? I cant let you go if you dont get tired ad sleep
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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)
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)
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"Oh, thts true. But can they change like mine can? I guess i'll need to ask sarana some time"
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
Caleb tapes the envelope, and sets it next to 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
Sure. So…
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*gtg*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Bunker smiles before returning to her normal outfit
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
*Night!!!!*
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
*Summary?*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Recap of the last 150 pages?*
*Also:*
Cutscene:
Breathing. Breathing. Keep breathing - in through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the - Obadiah hisses through his teeth as the bandage is tightened, turning to glare. “Do you mind? You’re meant to be helping, not cutting me in half.” The attendant takes no notice of him. Irritated, Obadiah glances down at the wound in his side, clearly visible even under the dressing by the large bloodstain which even now was slowly spreading. He shifts in his seat, wincing as the gash pulls his attention from his thoughts once more. Trying to focus, Obadiah manages to slip back into a state of semi-awareness to pass the time, his thoughts finally uninterrupted. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. When the attendant finishes, after more than an hour, Obadiah swings himself out of the chair and pads out into the corridor, the plush carpets allowing his bare feet to make no sound as he moves quickly toward his own room. He opens the door, silently once again, and retrieves his shirt from the bed, slipping it on even as he exits the room once more. Creeping down the stairs, careful to keep close to the dark, panelled walls to minimise creaking, he reaches the back door safely, his feet cooling rapidly on the stone flags. Pulling his jacket from the rack and his boots and socks from the floor, he steps outside, breath pluming white in in the night air. Free of the stale air that lingers in the near-empty house, he sprints down the tiled path, leaping the flowerbeds.
Unable to contain his smiling, Obadiah runs as far as he can, pausing for breath only after nearly half an hour, when the air started to burn his throat and his breaths were coming in desperate gasps. Leaning against a nearby tree, he lifts his shirt and jacket to examine his injury, poking it and prodding it despite the discomfort it causes, and watching the red blood leak out onto his redder skin.
Rubbing the top of his head, Obadiah settles down to wait.
After an hour his smile has faded. After two he’s pacing back and forth in front of the tree. After three, there’s nearly no light at all, and Obadiah is glancing restlessly around. After four, he’s collapsed, unconscious, blood staining the green grass and evening dew.
After nine, he is placed in his bed.
When Obadiah wakes, sunlight is streaming in through the open windows. His wound has been cleaned and freshly dressed, as has he. Cautiously, he creeps out of bed and tries the door. Locked. The windows? Barred, as usual. No chimney. The plank floor sealed, and leading to the locked study. The rafters allowed to dry rot. His bed nailed to the floor. No furniture. Obadiah sits back down, frustrated and furious with himself. Eventually, when he is lightheaded of thirst and hunger, the door opens, and the attendant comes in with a bowl of broth and leaves. Obadiah drinks it immediately, caring nothing for the heat that burns his throat. After, he sits back down and sinks back to semi-awareness. The next day, the first doctor arrived.
Cutscene End.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Recap? I wish I had one for you.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Nice cutscene!*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Thank you!*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Did you see anything important?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Obadiah really doesn't trust the NHS.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
Sneak is hanging upside down from the rafters. She has 'found' an iPod and is listening to music.
Stephany is sitting on her own in a corner of the room.
Arty is out on a walk.
Chilling kinda vibe.
*OK I guess.. Anything else?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Since he's an adventurer, he could probably afford private healthcare.
I've missed a bunch of cutscenes, so I don't really know how far along we are.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Fair. There’s some stuff you could probably see though that doesn’t tally with present Obadiah.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Why?? I cant let you go if you dont get tired ad sleep
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)
*Probably. But I'm too tired so my passive insight is taking a -5 penalty because of disadvantage.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Mornin*
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)