Feakor suddenly shifts back into his drow form. "Congratulations. You've beaten my minions into the dust. But now you'll have to fight m-AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH" Thirteen jumps onto Feakor and stabs him in the chest with his sword. Feakor screams super loud and glitches between his forms, oozing black, inky liquid from the wound. "W-well played... Thirteen..." Feakor dissolves into the earth itself. The skies clear instantly.
galax is skeptical.
"that seemed a little too easy"
"Feakor isn't dead," Thirteen pants, "But he's gone back to the Shadowfell. He might be back, but he'll probably not mess with the Tavern at the End of the World."
*YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*wow, ngl that was a little underwhelming to all the buildup lmao, wheres the night walkers?
Feakor suddenly shifts back into his drow form. "Congratulations. You've beaten my minions into the dust. But now you'll have to fight m-AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH" Thirteen jumps onto Feakor and stabs him in the chest with his sword. Feakor screams super loud and glitches between his forms, oozing black, inky liquid from the wound. "W-well played... Thirteen..." Feakor dissolves into the earth itself. The skies clear instantly.
galax is skeptical.
"that seemed a little too easy"
"Feakor isn't dead," Thirteen pants, "But he's gone back to the Shadowfell. He might be back, but he'll probably not mess with the Tavern at the End of the World."
*YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*ROLL CREDITS!*
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Feakor suddenly shifts back into his drow form. "Congratulations. You've beaten my minions into the dust. But now you'll have to fight m-AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH" Thirteen jumps onto Feakor and stabs him in the chest with his sword. Feakor screams super loud and glitches between his forms, oozing black, inky liquid from the wound. "W-well played... Thirteen..." Feakor dissolves into the earth itself. The skies clear instantly.
galax is skeptical.
"that seemed a little too easy"
"Feakor isn't dead," Thirteen pants, "But he's gone back to the Shadowfell. He might be back, but he'll probably not mess with the Tavern at the End of the World."
*YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*wow, ngl that was a little underwhelming to all the buildup lmao, wheres the night walkers?
*Sorry sorry I thought cause theres a lot of weaker characters. Also I can't use them cause I can't buy the dnd books on DDB. Sorry... :(*
Feakor suddenly shifts back into his drow form. "Congratulations. You've beaten my minions into the dust. But now you'll have to fight m-AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH" Thirteen jumps onto Feakor and stabs him in the chest with his sword. Feakor screams super loud and glitches between his forms, oozing black, inky liquid from the wound. "W-well played... Thirteen..." Feakor dissolves into the earth itself. The skies clear instantly.
galax is skeptical.
"that seemed a little too easy"
"Feakor isn't dead," Thirteen pants, "But he's gone back to the Shadowfell. He might be back, but he'll probably not mess with the Tavern at the End of the World."
*YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*wow, ngl that was a little underwhelming to all the buildup lmao, wheres the night walkers?
*Sorry sorry I thought cause theres a lot of weaker characters. Also I can't use them cause I can't buy the dnd books on DDB. Sorry... :(*
*yeah its ok, you can just search them and it will give you the stat block*
"I... I lost it. I didn't get a choice." Astara looks down.
"Now, now..." Savathun gently places a single finger on Astara's chin and lifts her head up so they can make eye contact. It's subtle and gentle, and her motherly tone only adds to her comforting presence- which is ironic considering Savathun's frightful appearance. "Do not hope for something better, Astara. Hope will not get you anywhere. Hope has never gotten me anywhere. I put my faith in my power and my power can always be increased. You are weaker now. Mortal, evy sen. But you have potential to move worlds as I do. It is what you do with that potential. Power must be earned. Not given."
"I don't need power. That isn't what I cared about. If I could get it back, I would, but... that's not what I want."
"Hm, everything needs some sort of means to survive. Existence is the constant struggle to exist. But, you're ideals intrigue me. What do you want?"
"To belong. To have a purpose. And don't say surviving is a purpose. It's not."
Savathun pauses for a moment or two to think, deeply, about those simple statements. It made her heart wench and stir as she pondered about her own worm, the Sword Logic, and how much of a curse it was a blessing. However, Savathun could not argue with the Logic. She was given her worm when her religion is to earn everything. So, she is bound to continually prove she deserves to exist by taking the lives of others and growing in power as the worm feeds upon her tribute. There had to be a way to avoid being consumed by the source of her own power while still maintaining it...but how? And most importantly, how was she going to keep these means secreted away from her own gods.
"I'd beg to differ. You survive for what? To be comfortable? To be loved? You dare to live every day so you can survive to experience the next. Do not be clouded by the false hope of comfort." She didn't mean to sound snappy, but her mind was whirling faster than a black hole spins on it's infinite axis. "I'm...sorry, Astara. But there's something I need to figure out." Savathun looks down, ashamed and disappointed.
"And what do you need to figure out? How to feel emotions?"
"Ouch." Savathun chuckles again, her mood lifting a bit. "If I tell you, will you listen? And I mean really listen?"
Astara thinks for a moment. "I'll try."
Savathun bows her head gratefully and then outstretches her hand. As soon as her palm faces upward, a writhing pale worm the size of a small dog appears in her clutches.
"This was a gift for my people. It made us immortal. It gave us power if we fed it. But it came at a cost...We had to continue to indulge into our desires. I had to continue to be cunning and use my cunning like a literal serrated knife to obliterate my enemies. If I stopped, then my worm would eat my soul and I would cease to exist. I have to kill to feed the worm, which feeds my power, which increases my worm's hunger for more death. Even if I wanted to stop killing, I couldn't. Or I would be doomed to be destroyed forever. I have to live on. For my siblings. For my people. Without me...I'm afraid we would never find a true and final shape."
Her gaze on the worm was mixed with immense sorrow and yet a deep wonder. "I love my siblings so dearly. And the feeling is mutual. We war with each other to sharpen ourselves so we may feed our worms without the risk of death. We must prove, constantly, that we deserve to continue on by proving that others deserve to die. My brother created a tithe so that everyone gets enough tribute to feed their worms...but...I noticed that if we did end up killing everything, then how would we feed our worms? Well, we would just continue to sharpen ourselves by killing each other, for when either of us die, we simply assimilate inside our Ascendant Realm until we are strong enough to return to continue fighting and killing."
"That is our goal, Astara. To kill everything until there is nothing left to kill, or die trying. Either way, it proves the Sword Logic. Tragic, isn't it?" Savathun's gaze shifts back over to Astara. Read in between the lines. I cannot risk telling you my true intentions without specific entities intervening. I know how clever you are. You remind me of a younger version of myself.
"That's terrible. How... how could you do that?"
"We were young and naïve." Savathun states simply. "We were tired of falling prey to everything on Fundament, so relished at the opportunity to become the apex predators of the universe. You see, our gods told us that we do not need to dominate every creature we come across, though it is preferable that we do, but we are able to outmatch everything else by sheer will power. If we have gathered enough paracausal energy for our worms- more so that we would eclipse entire civilizations with our might -then that would be our Final Shape. A paradise where we rule the weak. It's establishing that much paracausal energy and sustaining it that's troubling me. We need to feed our worms. Somehow, our worms are supposedly going to stop wanting tribute...but I am already one hundred and two and my worm is still hungry."
"They won't ever be satisfied, will they?"
Savathun stays silent and refuses to react in anyway.
Then, after a long pause, she speaks again, "I am planning on tampering with time. Maybe if I slow time down, the worms will think that any small tribute made- small enough as ripping a tree apart or destroying a rock -is big enough to feed it and sustain it. This way I can...continue to...investigate, yes investigate! That's the word..."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Just a cantrip, a.k.a, a basic attack for Ettor and Nerima.*
*wow, i was planing to have the solder die multiple timrs, but the only person who came close was theren, but thats because hes level 3*
*Sharlene and Ettor are both lvl 20, Nerima is lvl 15. Even if Ettor and Nerima were both directly attacked, they probably could've survived quite a few hits.*
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*wow, ngl that was a little underwhelming to all the buildup lmao, wheres the night walkers?
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I never even used any actual spells... :(*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*ROLL CREDITS!*
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.
*Sorry sorry I thought cause theres a lot of weaker characters. Also I can't use them cause I can't buy the dnd books on DDB. Sorry... :(*
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.
*what about eldritch blast?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Just a cantrip, a.k.a, a basic attack for Ettor and Nerima.*
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.
*yeah its ok, you can just search them and it will give you the stat block*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*wow, i was planing to have the solder die multiple timrs, but the only person who came close was theren, but thats because hes level 3*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*can we get the charecters in the safe house?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Meh. I'm still alive aren't I?*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Sharlene and Ettor are both lvl 20, Nerima is lvl 15. Even if Ettor and Nerima were both directly attacked, they probably could've survived quite a few hits.*
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.
* i guess, go get ares*
galax walks over to theren with a smile on his face, "see, you almost die every single day"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Yes*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*is it done, is it over, can I stop being stress and confused.*
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 opens his mouth to reply but closes it. "Whatever."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*yep, it wasent a serious threat*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Yes, it was very underwhelming.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"go get the kid, hes probably woried about you"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Ettor stretched. "Well, I'm going to take a nap." He walks into the tavern and sits in a chair, napping.
Sharlene went back inside to start drinking.
Nerima is playing on the roof. *May deactivate her temporarily as Taceli exits the safehouse.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.