Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
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"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
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Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
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Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
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Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
*Mwahaha >:]*
*Damien sees Thirteen much like an unruly child.*
*Thirteen has traveled across the Inner Planes. He has stolen a spelljammer and traveled to every main world on the Material Plane. He is 219, and Damien can go jump in the Sirocco Straits!!!!!!!*
Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
'i didnt see you check" he said
"I only need to look at it to know."
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"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
"Yeah, the story's interesting."
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*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
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*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
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Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"A dragon basically trying to earn the trust of a small village."
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After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
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"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
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"your destroying wildlife"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren flinches at the word dragon.
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*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
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*Mwahaha >:]*
*Damien sees Thirteen much like an unruly child.*
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"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Jackson watches but can't see the words
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
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*Thirteen has traveled across the Inner Planes. He has stolen a spelljammer and traveled to every main world on the Material Plane. He is 219, and Damien can go jump in the Sirocco Straits!!!!!!!*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
'i didnt see you check" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I only need to look at it to know."
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*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
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