Allison holds on to the back of a chair for a moment to regain braincells and to shake off the feeling traveling through planes
"You okay, Allison?" says Krathian
Q'ilbrith is less sensitive, blasting her with loud psionic chatter
"That was AWESOME!"
she chuckles for a minute and nods "Yes it was!"
she turns to Krathian "Im fine, just a little dizzy"
"Good, good, planar travel can have...worse side effects"
"like what?" she asked and stood up
He coughs, then starts counting off on his fingers, "Loss of limbs, loss of blood, transmutation of blood, loss of corporeality, loss of brain-mass, change of appearance, change of race, among a whole slew of others that I have forgotten or do not care to mention."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
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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)
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
Marked?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
Marked?
"An aspect of the darkness wants her gone. Labeled her as a nuisance"
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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)
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
Marked?
"An aspect of the darkness wants her gone. Labeled her as a nuisance"
What darkness?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
I just take a deep breath and think about what I know is real. People, places, things that are important to me. Try drinking some water, or eating food. It helps to ground you.
I don't think.. eating will help. Atemos hops down from the roof and sits by Astara.
Zetan looks at both of them. Theres a strange look in his eyes.....
Atemos stares back.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
Marked?
"An aspect of the darkness wants her gone. Labeled her as a nuisance"
What darkness?
"Some piece of the Void, obviously..."
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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)
(Chris would now be a good time for the sword reforging)
*Tefeerinn is out, but sure!*
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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)
Sulfur gathered the parts of the sword remaining and placed them on the anvil. The hidden components scanned it to the atomic level and sent the information to his system, with it he saw the unseen. The splintered parts of it’s soul, broken and incomplete but a soul nevertheless. The damage was worse than he feared, it would need to be removed while he completed the repairs. The sword was almost worse, the material was powerful but the sword was brittle and the leylines would slowly tear it apart. It would need to be reforged.
With a thought the levitation rune below him lifted a lantern and a gem as he gathered a coil of spell wire. He began humming a elvish song, one that never worked for him but in the randomness of the cosmos might help. The spell wire was attached to the right areas and connected to the gem, now he just needed to push the soul out. Golden circles on the anvil glowed, and lines of light attached to the sword. Slowly the glow pushed up the wire. He smiled briefly, the soul was weak but it was fighting, it would recover.
The gem glowed briefly before fading. He removed the spell wire. Slowly the gem floated into a lantern. Small pulses of radiant energy would give the soul what it needed to recover, not that it needed it. Most souls recover on their own the important part was getting it out of the broken sword.
Speaking of the sword he added the solid block of material Atemos had gotten him on the anvil. He took a second to inspect the wards he had for the area, he wouldn’t die but losing control would be sloppy and waste a lot of time. Content with the protection he summoned his welding helmet. Even with all the wards it would be bright. He gave the command and the overcharged Inferno rune on the ceiling released a whitish blue pillar of flame. The heat hit him like a tidal wave, but he withstood it. Parts of his bag blackened but it didn’t alight. Through the light he saw the abyssal Obsidian glow. He carefully intensified the flame and watched as the obsidian melted. When it was soft and malleable he stopped the Inferno.
He quickly grabbed his hammer and shaped the obsidian into a long rod. It cooled quickly, so he put through the Inferno once again before he started tapering the edges. He found himself enthralled by the process of heating and hammering, slowly bringing shape and purpose to the lump of metal. Time began to lose meaning, it seemed nothing existed but the sword and himself. The metal fought back, once warping and needing to be realigned, once losing an edge but despite it’s problems the work went on. The sword was imbued with purpose, runes were cut into the blade and a handle was carved.
He began to feel exhaustion dulling his senses and weakened his strikes. He pushed through it, there was just ten runes left. They were applying and enchanted. The sword was quenched, steam filled the room. He connected the spell wire before it cleared. The gem was connected and he smiled. The soul recognized the sword as it’s host and slowly moved into it. When that was finished he picked up the blade and turned around. The exhaustion hit at full force without the work to distract him, his throat felt dry and his arms were stiff. Tefeerinn took the sword from his hands, good he probably would have dropped it, muffled words were said. He didn’t care at this point, he tried shuffled over to the bed in the corner but his legs refused to move. Oh well the floor was comfortable enough.
"youll be the first to know"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles, "Thank you."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
she smiles and nods, going upstairs.
*got to go*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He coughs, then starts counting off on his fingers, "Loss of limbs, loss of blood, transmutation of blood, loss of corporeality, loss of brain-mass, change of appearance, change of race, among a whole slew of others that I have forgotten or do not care to mention."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*see you!*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Atemos stares back.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Seriously? Nearly an hour without posts?
You hear some dramatic music as Raven walks outside with his flute.
*Yeah, not much going on*
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
*And I have something called life.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
"Who is that woman? She is.... Marked."
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)
*and this thread typically gets more than 50 pages of posting per day*
Krathian is drinking at the bar, a dumbstruck, happy look on his face and a glass of wine in his hand
Q'ilbrith is looking for Caleb
Jim the Pick is eating beer-battered quippers and chips, topped with bacon and goat cheese with a baked potato and armadillo eggs on the side.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Marked?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Maybe I shouldn't rp when I'm hungry...*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"An aspect of the darkness wants her gone. Labeled her as a nuisance"
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)
What darkness?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Some piece of the Void, obviously..."
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)
(Chris would now be a good time for the sword reforging)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Tefeerinn is out, but sure!*
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)
(Cutscene)
Sulfur gathered the parts of the sword remaining and placed them on the anvil. The hidden components scanned it to the atomic level and sent the information to his system, with it he saw the unseen.
The splintered parts of it’s soul, broken and incomplete but a soul nevertheless. The damage was worse than he feared, it would need to be removed while he completed the repairs.
The sword was almost worse, the material was powerful but the sword was brittle and the leylines would slowly tear it apart. It would need to be reforged.
With a thought the levitation rune below him lifted a lantern and a gem as he gathered a coil of spell wire. He began humming a elvish song, one that never worked for him but in the randomness of the cosmos might help. The spell wire was attached to the right areas and connected to the gem, now he just needed to push the soul out.
Golden circles on the anvil glowed, and lines of light attached to the sword. Slowly the glow pushed up the wire.
He smiled briefly, the soul was weak but it was fighting, it would recover.
The gem glowed briefly before fading. He removed the spell wire. Slowly the gem floated into a lantern. Small pulses of radiant energy would give the soul what it needed to recover, not that it needed it. Most souls recover on their own the important part was getting it out of the broken sword.
Speaking of the sword he added the solid block of material Atemos had gotten him on the anvil. He took a second to inspect the wards he had for the area, he wouldn’t die but losing control would be sloppy and waste a lot of time.
Content with the protection he summoned his welding helmet. Even with all the wards it would be bright. He gave the command and the overcharged Inferno rune on the ceiling released a whitish blue pillar of flame. The heat hit him like a tidal wave, but he withstood it. Parts of his bag blackened but it didn’t alight. Through the light he saw the abyssal Obsidian glow. He carefully intensified the flame and watched as the obsidian melted.
When it was soft and malleable he stopped the Inferno.
He quickly grabbed his hammer and shaped the obsidian into a long rod. It cooled quickly, so he put through the Inferno once again before he started tapering the edges. He found himself enthralled by the process of heating and hammering, slowly bringing shape and purpose to the lump of metal. Time began to lose meaning, it seemed nothing existed but the sword and himself. The metal fought back, once warping and needing to be realigned, once losing an edge but despite it’s problems the work went on. The sword was imbued with purpose, runes were cut into the blade and a handle was carved.
He began to feel exhaustion dulling his senses and weakened his strikes. He pushed through it, there was just ten runes left. They were applying and enchanted. The sword was quenched, steam filled the room. He connected the spell wire before it cleared. The gem was connected and he smiled. The soul recognized the sword as it’s host and slowly moved into it. When that was finished he picked up the blade and turned around. The exhaustion hit at full force without the work to distract him, his throat felt dry and his arms were stiff. Tefeerinn took the sword from his hands, good he probably would have dropped it, muffled words were said. He didn’t care at this point, he tried shuffled over to the bed in the corner but his legs refused to move. Oh well the floor was comfortable enough.
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here