“What in the nine hells?” Chobble says as a mechanical hawk lands in front of them, carrying a most peculiar rider. Almost as small as a halfling, an amphibious, pink frilled humanoid.
Meroving nods, before turning to the halfling. They wave to the now trio of adventurers
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Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
“What in the nine hells?” Chobble says as a mechanical hawk lands in front of them, carrying a most peculiar rider. Almost as small as a halfling, an amphibious, pink frilled humanoid.
Meroving nods, before turning to the halfling. They wave to the now trio of adventurers
Almost as small as a halfling, not necessarily one. It’s a Xotl, axolotl people.
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MissionReaction yea hi. If you have any ligit homebrew creations, send them to me. Also newly appointed priest of… THE SUPREME COURT OF SAUCE!!!also, cool color text: llllllllllllllll (: I get most of my homebrew from This (dev dm) fight monster v monsterhere!
Btw, are balanced homebrew races allowed, if so how do I get them approved?
*Most anything is allowed. Certain things are discouraged such as introducing a god who bossy everyone around*
*What Pallghost said. We have had way too many gods and demigods who just beat up everyone. But all homebrew is allowed with very specific and irrelevant exceptions, and with no approval.*
*Very true. I have some high-level entities, namely an avatar of a deity and a greatwyrm, but I usually keep them out of combat situations. My first character was a HB elf subrace, and has a couple HB magic items on him, as do several of my other characters.*
*Except for Elendon. But otherwise, yeah. Powerful characters are alright, assuming they do not flex that power and use it as leverage to make everyone miserable.*
*Hey, I try to keep Elendon from causing trouble... Only time he's used his full power was for that pm encounter. Otherwise, he is only here for RP *
“What in the nine hells?” Chobble says as a mechanical hawk lands in front of them, carrying a most peculiar rider. Almost as small as a halfling, an amphibious, pink frilled humanoid.
Meroving nods, before turning to the halfling. They wave to the now trio of adventurers
Almost as small as a halfling, not necessarily one. It’s a Xotl, axolotl people.
*Cool*
Meroving continues to eat popcorn
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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
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
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Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
*Yep.*
"I have no clue, but probably a long way off, considering I accidentally walked through a portal to end up here." He says with a chuckle.
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
*Yep.*
"I have no clue, but probably a long way off, considering I accidentally walked through a portal to end up here." He says with a chuckle.
Yacatl doesn't laugh, thinking through the situation at hand. "What would you think about 'faking your own death' just without the faking part?"
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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
MissionReaction yea hi. If you have any ligit homebrew creations, send them to me. Also newly appointed priest of… THE SUPREME COURT OF SAUCE!!!also, cool color text: llllllllllllllll (: I get most of my homebrew from This (dev dm) fight monster v monsterhere!
A few javelins and an eldritch cannon later, the wizard falls and the trio turns to face Meroving.
“where were you?! Tort shouts “Ye we would have been in serious trouble if it weren’t for our new friend here” Chobble adds.
Meroving chuckles. "I was right here, watching all of this for future times. If you want to, I could of intervened, but as you see it wouldn't of made a difference."
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Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
*Yep.*
"I have no clue, but probably a long way off, considering I accidentally walked through a portal to end up here." He says with a chuckle.
Yacatl doesn't laugh, thinking through the situation at hand. "What would you think about 'faking your own death' just without the faking part?"
He shakes his head immediately. "No, no need. I can handle anything they'd throw at me, with the possible exception of a Retriever, but this require the highest favor of Lloth to get. Even the high priestesses are scared of me now, considering I myself have killed at least a half-dozen of them, and a like number of yochlols."
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
They smile slightly, leaning into the Drow. "So... um... I guess you should tell me your story now."
He chuckles. "I was the firstborn son of Matron Har'mantil Tlin'Orrza, Matron Mother of House Tlin'Orrza, then the 18th house of Menzoberranzan. I had two older sisters, both of the high priestesses already. At the age of 20, I was sent to Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters, and regularly ranked in the top 5 in the grand melee every year. I was the pride of my house, and once I graduated, was given the position of Weapon Master of my house."
"Understood. Menzoberranzan seemed like... well a bit city with all the drawbacks and none of the upsides. Although, to be fair it is probably the best trading city in the underdark." Yacalt comments, listening
He chuckles. "Indeed it is." He sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. "By the time I was 70, about 50 years after I graduated from Melee-Magthere, we had... Eliminated a half-dozen houses above ours, climbing to the rank of twelfth in the city astonishingly fast. Some of the lower ruling houses were even beginning to worry. We had 250 soldiers the I trained myself, 20 wizards including my brother who was a master of Sorcere, the school of wizards, and a like number of priestesses along with my now 4 sisters, all of whom were high priestesses." He sighs. "But we weren't the only house climbing the ranks fast; only a few houses behind us was the equally ambitious House Barrison Del'Armgo led by Matron Mez'barris Armgo, a high priestess in the highest favor of Lloth..."
They nod slowly, waiting for Yazrin to continue, not wanting to interrupt their friend
"We knew it only a matter of time before she sweet her sights on us. After all, of she eliminated our house, one that rivals some of the ruling houses in power, then she would surely be allowed a shot of the ruling council." He sighs. "We were right, but we weren't prepared for it in the least when it came." He pauses. "Matron Mez'barris Armgo used some of her wealth, most of which she gained from those houses she conquered, to hire the help of Jarlaxle and the rest of Bregan D'earthe. With the addition of those forces, House Barrison Del'Armgo swept through our defenses like we weren't there."
Yacatl nods in understanding, gently motioning Yazrin to lean on them. "I guess it is my turn to comfort."
He chuckles. "Thank you, my friend, but I've had over 300 years to move past those events." He says with a slight smile. "I was the sole survivor of the nobles, and that only because Jarlaxle had heard of me, and recruited me into Bregan D'earthe. After all, it was live as a member of that shadowy organization or die. Wasn't a hard decision." He take another breath. "Again, I quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in Bregan D'earthe within about 20 years. I continued serving as the head scout for another 50 years before I realized that this lifestyle felt... Empty. I tried to break away and leave cleanly, but there's always loose strings. My former friends turned and started hunting me, as I still had a bounty on my head. I was a heretic, after all, having turned and forsaken Lloth. Killing me, by the thoughts of my evil kin, should bring the favor of Lloth."
Yacatl thinks for a moment. "So, if you died, then the bounty on your head would be lifted?"
He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
*Yep.*
"I have no clue, but probably a long way off, considering I accidentally walked through a portal to end up here." He says with a chuckle.
Yacatl doesn't laugh, thinking through the situation at hand. "What would you think about 'faking your own death' just without the faking part?"
He shakes his head immediately. "No, no need. I can handle anything they'd throw at me, with the possible exception of a Retriever, but this require the highest favor of Lloth to get. Even the high priestesses are scared of me now, considering I myself have killed at least a half-dozen of them, and a like number of yochlols."
"Oh... nevermind then. I was going to use a clone spell to get them off your trail but now... well that all seems silly."
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The Xotl cuts in “look, I think Morininig or whatever makes a point, I don’t think it would have made a difference. My name’s Fracture by the way”
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*Hi, back online for now, hows it going?*
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
*Good. And you?*
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Meroving nods, before turning to the halfling. They wave to the now trio of adventurers
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He chuckles. "Only if my kin knew I was dead." He sighs. "I spent the next 20 years on the run before I was captured. I was imprisoned in Velkynvelve, along with many other prisoners of various races, but eventually we escaped, partly thanks to the distraction a group of chasmes and vrocks provided." He chuckles. "The next year was me and these new friends running from the high priestess who was in charge of Velkynvelve while trying to get to the surface and survive the sudden explosion of demons wandering around the Underdark."
Almost as small as a halfling, not necessarily one. It’s a Xotl, axolotl people.
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*Hey, I try to keep Elendon from causing trouble... Only time he's used his full power was for that pm encounter. Otherwise, he is only here for RP *
*Cool*
Meroving continues to eat popcorn
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*Let me guess, out of the abyss?*
"Mmm... Okay. And how close are your kin to finding you?"
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*Pretty decent*
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
*Yep.*
"I have no clue, but probably a long way off, considering I accidentally walked through a portal to end up here." He says with a chuckle.
*Cool. Want to continue RP?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yacatl doesn't laugh, thinking through the situation at hand. "What would you think about 'faking your own death' just without the faking part?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A few javelins and an eldritch cannon later, the wizard falls and the trio turns to face Meroving.
“where were you?!” Tort shouts “Ye, we would have been in serious trouble if it weren’t for our new friend here” Chobble adds.
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Meroving chuckles. "I was right here, watching all of this for future times. If you want to, I could of intervened, but as you see it wouldn't of made a difference."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shakes his head immediately. "No, no need. I can handle anything they'd throw at me, with the possible exception of a Retriever, but this require the highest favor of Lloth to get. Even the high priestesses are scared of me now, considering I myself have killed at least a half-dozen of them, and a like number of yochlols."
*Yep, where did we leave off?*
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
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh... nevermind then. I was going to use a clone spell to get them off your trail but now... well that all seems silly."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The Xotl cuts in “look, I think Morininig or whatever makes a point, I don’t think it would have made a difference. My name’s Fracture by the way”
MissionReaction yea hi. If you have any ligit homebrew creations, send them to me. Also newly appointed priest of… THE SUPREME COURT OF SAUCE!!! also, cool color text: llllllllllllllll (: I get most of my homebrew from This (dev dm) fight monster v monsterhere!
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MissionReaction yea hi. If you have any ligit homebrew creations, send them to me. Also newly appointed priest of… THE SUPREME COURT OF SAUCE!!! also, cool color text: llllllllllllllll (: I get most of my homebrew from This (dev dm) fight monster v monsterhere!